big devil holmes

Chapter 132 A doctor, and another doctor.

Dr. Franklin
In fact, before he decided to participate in the [Translocation Ceremony] a year later, not many people knew about this character.

He is a distant relative of the Ferdy family, and has the status of aristocrat in the Massachusetts administrative district, but most of the nobles in this administrative district do not have many reliable awards, and he himself has not joined any organization under the Holy See, which leads to In fact, his life is not so good.

Fortunately, this person doesn't seem to care too much about a luxurious life. He lost his parents since he was a child, and inherited a small manor by himself. Because he is obsessed with 'electricity', a marginal energy that cannot be used on a large scale, He sold his manor very early, purchased a large number of experimental equipment, and then found a group of weird scientific lunatics to form an experimental team that seemed to be suffering from paranoia.

After that, they started a long experiment that lasted more than ten years. During this period, it can be said that they disappeared. Until last year, they reappeared with a weird research report and a set of energy alternatives that seemed real and feasible. In the sight of the people of the empire.

But this time, they tried to challenge the greatest king since the Holy Calendar——Emperor Augustine!
Of course, a low-level aristocrat who is not valued by others, who has been insisting on an energy replacement plan that is not favored by others for decades, suddenly appeared in front of the world without any publicity, and there is no organization behind it. The momentum and various factors made this challenger look like a trivial joke.

But Moriarty didn't care whether their challenge was absurd, he was just desperately thinking about the old man's words.
Can a heart that stopped beating for 430 seconds really start beating again?
Because of some research by that guy called Franklin?
Because of electricity?
At this moment, on the other side of the glass of the emergency room, a nurse seemed to rush in in a panic. She picked up the phone on the wall and handed it to a member of the medical team.

Moriarty clearly saw what the man said into the phone, and then the man's eyes widened, seemingly full of disbelief, but because of the soundproofing of the emergency room, he couldn't hear the voice on the other side at all. say something.

But he still faintly felt some kind of hope because he saw that the people in the emergency room started to get busy again!And the dead don't need to keep busy!
Those people began to disassemble the various instruments on Moran's body, and the huge turbine equipment was pushed aside. Then, several security personnel brought a portable energy box, and after some rough-looking modifications, and some The connection between the wires, and finally, a person pressed several pieces of iron on Moran's body.

The man was so dazed that he didn't even know what he was doing.

And the person holding the phone probably didn't know what he was doing, he just confirmed to someone on the other end of the phone. Finally, he finally made up his mind and nodded.

A person turned on the switch of the portable energy box, only to hear a 'bang'.
Of course Moriarty couldn't hear the sound, but he could clearly feel the sound at that moment from the picture in front of him, because Moran's body on the bed was shocked by a huge force and left the bed!
Then came the second bang!
The third time!
It was as if Moran's body was constantly being beaten by a pair of invisible hands, constantly shaking up and down, the scene was extremely absurd and extremely weird!

Finally, after an unknown number of bounces, a nurse seemed to have discovered something. She couldn't believe it and went to the girl on the bed and touched her neck.

Then he raised his head in shock and said something.
At that moment, everyone was silent, and a few seconds later, Moriarty saw the excitement and shock in their eyes.
Another two days passed, and during these two days, Sherlock had been lying on the bed.

Yesterday afternoon, Nightingale seemed to have finally regained some energy, but instead of coming to Sherlock and trying to heal his body, she left in a hurry with her maid, not knowing where she was going up.

And the injuries all over Sherlock's body couldn't heal within two days. He still felt the excruciating pain in his body every day, but he didn't care about it at all.

Now he only cares about those things in his head.

After a period of probing, Sherlock still couldn't understand what those things were, but fortunately, he was sure that these things were real, not that he was really suffering from some kind of delusional disease.

Yesterday morning, when he was reading a newspaper, when he read an article about the crash of the Zeppelin airship, the history of the development of the Zeppelin airship suddenly appeared in his mind.

From the launch of the first airship to the development of the airship transportation industry, as well as the material, structure, and load capacity of each model of these aviation equipment, etc., all appeared in his mind, and finally, even Instructional manuals for airship piloting appeared in various ages.

In addition, when he recalled the strange reaction of the president of the London Medical Association that night, the president's name, academic history, when he entered the medical system, when he got married, and other information, all All appeared in the mind.

This kind of information is definitely not something that he can just imagine, because all the information is perfectly matched, and it also contains fields that he is not familiar with.

For example, when he was changing his dressing, he noticed the clothes worn by the dressing nurse. Soon, various styles of nurse uniforms appeared in Sherlock's mind, winter styles, summer short-sleeved ones, The long models are matched with hats, and there are even those that are obviously too tight, and the collar on the chest is too large, which is not suitable for work and has other uses.

In short, it seems that what you want, you can know.

But there are still many things that cannot be presented in my mind.

For example, he wanted to know who was the instigator of the disaster. There was no response in his mind; Sherlock also wanted to know how many people died in that disaster, but his mind was still blank; he wanted to know who Did the president of the Medical Association play a part in this disaster?where is he nowAlive or dead?Also got no response.

Moreover, he didn't quite understand some of the feedback. For example, when he asked himself 'how long can I live', what appeared in his mind was a groundhog eating corn, and when he asked 'this is my Stage ability? ’ and the response was a red wildflower in bloom.

Anyway, Sherlock just lay there all the time, constantly doing various experiments on his brain, and adapting to the feeling when a lot of information rushed into his mind, so repeated, never tired of it.

It wasn't until another day later that he felt that his body seemed to have recovered, so he got out of bed. During this period, a very strict nurse always forced Sherlock to lie back on the bed to continue recuperating. , he wrapped the vase in a towel, making a false impression that he was sleeping, and then sneaked out after nightfall.

In the courtyard of the hospital, he sat on a bench and looked at the dense fog in the sky, but in his mind were the bright stars passing through the layers of clouds and fog, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It went on like this for a long time, until he heard footsteps coming towards him, and then... a person sat beside him.

Sherlock turned around and looked at Miss Nightingale beside her.
"How did you know I was here?"

"Many patients want to come out for a walk while they are in bed, and some even want to come out to look at the sky outside the ward before they die. It's not difficult to guess."

Sherlock nodded. He found that after the previous disasters and getting along with him these few days, he subconsciously forgot that the extremely beautiful girl in front of him was actually a doctor who was used to parting life and death. She has the ability to heal diseases, but she may have witnessed far more deaths than herself.

"A good news, a bad news, which one do you want to hear first?" Nightingale said suddenly.

"It's bad." Sherlock said.

"I can't treat you anymore, you probably have to drag this body to hurt for a few more days."

"How about that?"

Nightingale smiled, it seemed that in this drowsy night, a piece of crystal moonlight was rippling:

"Molan survived."

"What?" Sherlock was startled. He had seen Moran, and he had also seen that crazy demon, so comparing the abilities of the two, he felt that it was impossible for Moran to survive, let alone Nan A few days ago, Miss Dingle didn't have the ability to heal others' injuries at all.

Nightingale seemed to know why Sherlock was surprised, so she looked at the night sky and said: "She is really the strongest woman I have ever seen. I don't know what belief made her persist for so long, but she Under that kind of injury, he persisted for three full days.

But in the end, she died.
In fact, she just died for a short while. In other words, her heart stopped beating for a short while.

Under normal circumstances, she really shouldn't be waking up again, but His Royal Highness Son thought of something, and then... Moran's heart returned to beating again. I don't really understand the use of electricity, but, really It's amazing. "

As she spoke, a hopeful light flashed in her eyes, as if the girl felt that there must be a wider space to explore in the path of medicine.

Sherlock looked at the beautiful girl beside him, and felt that this was the kind of heart a doctor should have.In contrast, the other doctor I know is more like some kind of irresponsible shame in the medical profession.
And when he thought of Watson, he frowned slightly again.

Because in the past few days, he also contacted Watson, but no one answered the phone at the other party's home; and the phone of the White Briar Security Company seemed to be disconnected.

Although after that disaster, as London's public security management agency, White Briar must be very busy, but Sherlock still has a faint feeling of bad premonition.

Just thought of this! !
Suddenly, a picture flashed in his mind.

Just under the darkness of night, in an alley, a pair of hands with white gloves stretched out from the shadows, holding a scalpel in one hand, and covering the mouth of a person at the entrance of the alley with the other hand, Then the sharp blade was easily inserted into the opponent's throat, and with a slight pick, the entire artery and the trachea were pulled open. The man struggled in horror, but he didn't make a sound until he finally collapsed. Dragged into the shadows of the alley.

Immediately afterwards, a well-dressed and elegant man walked out of the alley. Under the gas lamp, his slightly curly blond hair cast a shadow on his handsome face.

It's Watson.
He looked around, and after confirming that there was no one there, he quickly disappeared at the corner of the street. About a minute later, a group of people chased after them. They seemed to smell blood and rushed into the alley. Then he rushed out angrily, followed the footprints on the snow, and frantically chased in the direction Watson left!
(End of this chapter)