big devil holmes

Chapter 138 New Faces in the Holy Journal
Time will dilute everything, this sentence applies at any time.

But its essence is: people always have to put alive first.

The premise of thinking about other things is to get your own one-third of an acre of land done. Therefore, in the face of heavy work, family income, less and less wages, and the company's increasingly demanding requirements and Facing the messy taxation, people have little energy to think about current political news.

And those nobles who were born with gold spoons in their mouths, most of them are addicted to the illusory and beautiful world, and they can't figure out in which direction the world is going to develop, and some of them are smarter, and they will definitely not do anything. Moths, they only want to make their noble status more stable. After all, the beneficiaries cannot clamor for fairness every day.

Only those idiots who eat the welfare of the nobles, but are self-proclaimed, and worry about the country and the people, will cat in their huts, pondering the distribution of society, looking forward to the fairness that will never be realized, and not having a good time with each other every day. The lady of the noble family danced, thinking about some strange things.

Very well, this kind of people will be swallowed up by the class they belong to sooner or later. Those who are persistent will at most splash some water, but who cares? In short, this world will always be controlled by the group of people who already control the world. hands.

No one has forgotten the catastrophe that fell from the sky more than half a month ago, but no one is angry about it anymore. The families of the victims have all received due compensation, and gradually there is no trouble. In fact, when After people get used to being squeezed, as long as they don't squeeze anymore, they will feel very happy, and they don't need any substantive compensation at all. Even some people still feel that something is wrong, and when they want to ask for an explanation, the people around them will They will spontaneously persuade them, after all, the term "law-abiding citizen" has always been regarded as a commendatory term in their eyes.

As I said at the beginning, time always dilutes everything.

Early this morning, Sherlock returned to his small room on Baker Street. He hadn't been back since the air crash, and now he was lying on the familiar sofa again, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As for Watson, he didn't follow him. Of course, it was impossible to return to his apartment with a high rent.

A few days ago, he and Sherlock invited the Pope to an abandoned factory in the suburbs of London. After that, Watson had a long talk with him that lasted more than an hour.

It was really a long conversation, because when Sherlock was smoking outside the factory, the two dug-out kneecaps were thrown out of the window on the second floor, and when they landed, they happened to be buckled together.

After that, Watson knew that the order to kill him was issued by Pope Theodore himself.

Moreover, the cleaning order of the White Briar Security Company also came from this obese His Excellency the Pope.
Watson was very relieved, because a person with a lot of fat is definitely more resistant than a skinny person, so he decided to have a friendly, cordial, and several-day-long conversation with the Pope, heart-to-heart Lung communication.

And during this time, Sherlock must have been too lazy to accompany him there, so he left the Pope with Watson, and he returned to Baker Street. He believed that after such a long time together, the Pope and Watson They will definitely get along very well, no matter what they want to tell or what they don't want to tell, they will say everything.

I just need to wait for Watson to come back, and then just listen to the ready-made ones
In the next few days, Sherlock focused his energy on 'adapting to the extra ability in his mind', but after adapting to this ability, he couldn't adapt to the somewhat lonely atmosphere.

Normally, Mrs. Hudson was by his side. Although she only lived downstairs and didn't have much contact with him, there was always someone there. But now, the downstairs room was empty.

Sherlock, who has always been used to being alone, felt a sense of loneliness inexplicably, and then suddenly realized that, at some point, there seemed to be many more people around him.

He wanted to call Mrs. Hudson, but he didn't know where to call. Moreover, the landlady should be on the steam train to the holy city now, and she must contact him after she arrives in Jerusalem.

So he wanted to call Moriarty again, but Moriarty no longer lives in the small villa behind the church. Before the air crash, he kept saying that he was busy, but he didn't know what he was busy with. , and how is Moran doing now?

In the end, he finally realized that he still had Miss Nightingale to contact, but when he picked up the phone, he suddenly felt that it was ridiculous. Did he want to contact Miss Nightingale?

The most beautiful woman in the entire empire, the girl who treats diseases all over the world?

Thinking of the meeting and getting along with her before, and the figure by the window that he didn't care much about but was extremely hard to forget, he seemed to feel that his life had undergone some abnormal changes, just Don't know if this change is good or bad.

So he picked up the newspaper he had just brought in at the door.

I haven't been home for a long time. There are a lot of newspapers piled up at the door. I spread out a copy and started to read. Then I found that there was a man he had never seen printed on the most conspicuous place on the cover.

The man seemed to be in his fifties, with a high hairline, perhaps due to long-term fatigue, but he stubbornly kept the hair on the back of his head very long.

On the side of the portrait, his name is marked: Dr. Franklin.

And the headline above the photo reads
"Electric Energy—and the Man Who Will Change the World"

Sherlock felt a little strange, because he was holding a holy magazine, and this kind of newspaper with a circulation all over the country and a strong background of the Holy See would not be so sudden and high-profile to post someone's photo on the front page .

Lord Dante had this kind of treatment, Miss Nightingale had it, and General Patton, who guarded the gate of hell on the front line, had it too. Other than that, no one seemed to have enjoyed such a treatment.

Moreover, this Dr. Franklin seems to be a person who does not appear in the public's sight, so why did he suddenly win such an honor.

With curiosity, Sherlock read along the front page, and this report also introduced Dr. Franklin's life experience, family situation, and dedication to electricity research. Not long ago, his experiment suddenly received a terrifying sum of money. Sponsorship funds, this money can make his experimental results usher in a huge leap forward. If it is successful, maybe electricity can really revive, and become a large-scale popular energy source that can be on an equal footing with steam, or even surpass steam power!
And after a short pre-conjecture, if that time really comes, productivity seems to be able to achieve a leapfrog development, and then people's lives, taxes, and the income of many workers will all usher in better changes.

Of course, the common people don't know what electricity is, let alone how it works, but they know the word 'money', so this report has almost become the most bought by the holy magazine in recent years. In a good issue, the name Franklin suddenly became the talk of the poor after dinner.

Even, not many people noticed that in a line that was not very conspicuous in the report, there was such a sentence written:

【Dr. Franklin has the blood of Felty's distant relatives, and has decided to participate in the succession ceremony of the imperial throne next year. 】

Right at this moment, bell~ring~ring~
A series of bells rang.

Sherlock picked up the phone, and on the other end of the phone, a familiar voice rang out, but he hadn't heard it for a long time:

"I just wanted to try to contact you, but I didn't expect you to be at home."

Moriarty sounded more tired than he had on the last call.

Sherlock smiled: "Didn't you say you have been busy?"

"Yeah, I just finished my work, I have to have some rest time, and my health is also a very important part..."

Sherlock was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect that Moriarty, who usually couldn't even bear to sleep, could say something like this: "Haha, it seems that being hit on the head by an airship is not all a bad thing, by the way, Where is Moran? How is the injury?"

"Miss Nightingale came here the day before yesterday, so...it's not bad." The voice on the phone had a contented smile, but it was very faint, as if trying hard to taste the sweetness amidst the bitterness: "I'll I'm going to find you, I want to ask you something."

"Okay, I'll wait for you at home."

Sherlock said, and hung up the phone.

Three hours later, the evening light gradually covered the street, and then there was a knock on the door.

After Sherlock opened the door, he found that it was not Moriarty, but Watson who was at the door.

I haven't seen him for two days, but he is still wearing that dress, his blond hair is a little messy, and he looks dusty.

But there was a bright smile on his face.

"Well, it can be seen that you had a good chat with the Pope."

"Of course." Watson squinted his eyes with a smile on his face: "Fat has brought him tenacious vitality, and the arrogance of being the Pope also made him have some cute little stubbornness. There was no rest for a second."

Sherlock didn't want to hear Watson describe how many little games he and the pope had played. He just wanted to hear what clues the other party had about the air crash.

And just when he was about to ask.
On the street, a carriage seemed to be slow, but it drove quickly and steadily, and stopped opposite No. 221B.

The door opened and Moriarty stepped out of the carriage.

Following closely behind was Moran
(End of this chapter)