big devil holmes

Chapter 130 Thinking what I think, falling from the sky
This is a big old room, but it is very clean. The surrounding walls are in color from white to yellow. Because the leaves outside the window are blocking the sunlight that is not much, there is no way to pass through the window freely. So in broad daylight, turn on the gas lamp.
"Hoohoo."

There was a burst of mechanical friction accompanied by the small humming of gas coming in and out. Sherlock turned his head slightly, and then saw the large automatic supply oxygen cylinder that is common in this era, which is as tall as one person, placed by the wall, like It was a large bomb that could explode at any moment. Most of the cyan paint on it had been peeled off. A palm-sized dial on the top was connected to a rubber tube, extending all the way to the oxygen mask on his face.

Obviously, Sherlock is in a hospital at the moment, and there is a table by the window not far from him, and there is a person lying on it.

woman
She was sleeping, just like the students in the math class in all the schools established by the empire, with her arms folded as pillows, lying on a book, her face turned sideways, and her mouth was breathing lightly and rhythmically.

But the woman in front of her is definitely not a student, but a doctor. She is wearing a clean but obviously old white coat. It seems that this is her normal attire. The cuffs and collar are meticulously arranged, and her long hair is firmly tied behind Tucked up, a few mischievous strands of hair broke free and hung down to the tip of the nose, leaving traces of mottled shadows on the white and crystal-clear skin.

Not long ago, Sherlock finally saw Nightingale in reality, and as a human being with vision and normal cognition, he was naturally shocked by the beauty of that moment, but then, he experienced The most horrific disaster ever.

he started to flee
During the whole escape process, he must have no intention to take another look at this extremely beautiful woman.

And at this moment, under the light and shadow of the sparse sunlight and the gas lamp, the woman turned her face sideways, so close to her, her eyelashes trembling from time to time, inexplicably had a thrilling visual impact in this picture Fortunately, this thrilling effect is only aesthetic and visual for the time being, so Sherlock was not touched by the beauty of this moment, causing him to be stunned on the spot.

He even managed to divert his gaze to look at the book under her. There were some anatomical atlases drawn on it, so... is she reading?

In this world, Lord Nightingale, who has the most powerful medical ability, still needs to read books?
I remember that Watson said before that the road of medicine is not easy to walk, it seems that he didn't make any nonsense.
Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly the door of the room was pushed open, and a bouncing figure came in, it was Parthenope, she was still carrying that big backpack that was too much at this time, just like sleeping There was a bandage on his forehead, and there were a few bandages on his wrists and arms, but he obviously didn't care much about it.

After pushing the door open, she saw Nightingale who was dozing off on the table, so she walked over naturally, and then, without hesitation, she slapped her butt hard.

"what!"

Nightingale was taken aback, woke up immediately, and then looked at his maid with a very angry expression: "What are you doing?!"

"You said, I woke you up when I saw you being lazy while studying." Parthenope said as if nothing happened, she didn't look like a maid at all, and even imitated her own lady's tone: "Ahhh Ah, doctors don’t have time to rest~~”

Nightingale became even more angry, staring at her beautiful eyes: "Then you can't use a gentler method?"

"Okay, okay, isn't this going to break your drowsiness by the way? Look at how great the effect is, and I'm afraid of it, and no one can see it." Nooper spread his hands indifferently, just about to say something .
Then, he saw Sherlock looking at him from the side.

Can't help but be taken aback.
Nightingale also seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and looked to the side, just like this, the three of them looked at each other, and there was a long period of silence in the ward
After a few minutes.

"So, you guys saved me?" Sherlock asked weakly while lying on the bed.

"Of course." Nopa interjected: "Speaking of which, you have to thank me. At that time, Miss and I got lost, there were fires everywhere, and we couldn't tell the direction at all. Fortunately, I saw a church in the distance, and It seems that there are not many gas pipes that exploded along the way, so I ran in that direction quickly, and finally found you, otherwise you must have died there."

As he spoke, Nopa still raised his head proudly, as if he was waiting for the other party's thanks.

But suddenly, she seemed to recall something, and her momentum weakened a bit.

Because she remembered the horrific scene in that church. The smell of blood was everywhere, and the ground was splashed with blood. He became addicted to cigarettes, but he could only persevere with a sad face.

At that time, he was more like an extremely terrifying demon
Drenched in blood, holding a beating heart in his hands, he was happy and excited, as if he was enjoying the stimulation brought by the blood around him.

Having been by Miss's side for so long, Nopa has naturally seen those extremely powerful characters, and even seen combat heroes transported back from the front line waiting for treatment. But she has never seen a person like this before.

A sick man, a butcher; a depressed smoker, a bloodthirsty madman.
These two contrasts made Nopa feel a sense of horror. She subconsciously restrained her arrogant temper and shut her mouth.

And Nightingale next to him was actually terrified by that scene at that time. Such blood and internal organs were mixed together like stuffing, who would not be afraid. Moreover, all that is interpreting, This gentleman who claimed to be a detective was actually a powerful and extremely cruel figure.

She didn't know why such a person would appear beside the Holy Son, and she didn't know why the Holy Son seemed to attach great importance to him
In short, at that moment Miss Nightingale decided to save him!

And saving him is of course not because of the relationship between this man and the Son, but simply because, as a doctor, I can't pretend not to see someone who can be treated; This man took himself away from that disaster. For this reason, he also took the initiative to appear in front of a big demon. Regardless of his intentions, if it weren't for him, he would have died a long time ago. Therefore, we must save other side.

"How are you feeling?" Nightingale asked.

"My whole body hurts, but I shouldn't be able to die." Sherlock's tone seemed satisfied: "But don't you have the ability to heal, why don't you help me recover from my injuries?"

Nightingale smiled wryly: "It's not that I don't do it, but that I can't do it. Didn't I say before that the healing ability can't be used all the time, I should be considered to be in the 'exhausted' period now, otherwise, you I won't lie in the hospital bed for so long."

"I see." Sherlock nodded, and a slight movement caused a sharp pain: "But thank you, by the way, how is that kid Moriarty?"

"I just contacted the hospital recruited by the Holy See this morning. His Highness the Holy Son has regained consciousness, but he is still coughing because the smoke has entered the deep lung cavity."

"Oh." Sherlock nodded, then hesitated, and finally asked, "What about his maid?"

Speaking of this, Miss Nightingale in front of her seemed to be silent for a moment, her expression seemed a little lonely, and she seemed to be blaming herself
Sherlock also fell silent. In fact, this result can be imagined. A human being, even a Tier [-] contractor, cannot survive under the hands of a Tier [-] demon.
"So Moran, after all, he's dead."

he thought to himself.

But the moment this idea was born, suddenly!He flies! !

No, of course Sherlock couldn't really fly, but at this moment, a perspective appeared in his mind, from the sky!
Sherlock was a little confused for a moment, he felt that he was falling with this perspective, faster and faster, like a drop of rain, passing through the clouds, passing through the distance between the sky and the ground, and then falling to a house Looks like a big hospital sky above.

However, this drop of rainwater was not smashed into pieces on the top floor of the hospital, but passed through directly, and then crossed the ceiling, crossed the entire floor, and the floor of this floor, and continued to fall, fall, until He fell into what looked like an emergency room.

Suddenly, it stopped. This angle of view was suspended quietly like this, and what it was facing was a body covered in cuts and bruises. Countless scars and bruises covered almost every inch of its skin, and countless The equipment is working around, and countless people are busy around her
The bruised body closed its eyes.

Sherlock knew this man as Moran.
(End of this chapter)