big devil holmes

Chapter 202 I'm Just Pursuing Beauty
In the surrounding air, the smell of alcohol and various body fluids and perfumes mixed together, and it smelled like a faint gardenia fragrance.

It’s been almost half a year, and this tavern is still the same as the last time I came here. The specially painted gas lamps emit lights of different colors, and the intoxicated men and women show their bodies in these lights, like distorted shadows .It's just that a light on the right side of the hall is broken, causing a not-so-big gap in the halo.

Sherlock looked at the amber wine in the glass and shook it slightly: "I didn't expect the time to pass so fast."

"Yes, I just met you when I was here last time." Watson took another drink.

But unfortunately, still not drunk.

Sherlock is not drunk either. He has just experienced the incident of the Academy of Life Sciences, and he seems to be involved in the inheritance ceremony of the empire as a matter of course. A little-known little detective can actually affect the direction of the entire empire. To others, it probably sounds like a bad joke.

"By the way, I've always been curious, why did you buy me a drink at that time." Sherlock couldn't help asking, recalling the last time he sat here.

Watson thought for a while: "Would you believe me if I said that life is too boring?"

"I used to believe it, but now I don't believe it."

In fact, when Sherlock met Watson for the first time, he found that he was always seeking stimulation in a way similar to self-abuse. , he would naturally regard Watson as a post-war stress syndrome patient who was used to seeing blood on the front line of the war and found it boring when he returned to the Imperial Forte, and wanted to find that exciting life.

But later, Sherlock seemed to discover that there was something hidden under this excitement-seeking mentality. The reason was very simple, that was the doctor in front of him. After the talk, he was still unhappy. He seemed to be looking for a kind of psychological peace, but he could never reach it.

Watson smiled: "Actually, this is a very bloody story."

Sherlock poured another cup for him: "Anyway, the staffing of the factory will not be ready until two or three days later, and there is plenty of time. If you want to talk, then I really want to hear it."

Watson looked at the foam that kept growing and bursting in the cup, just like those molds growing in the dark, and said softly, "I was born into a doctor's family, and my father is a very prestigious doctor who has saved many people. His mother was a nurse and his father's assistant.

My childhood can be imagined, very happy, very happy, then my parents were killed, the way of being killed is very simple, that is, a person rushed into my house, then hung them up, stabbed a few blood hole, and eventually bled to death.

It was my 16th birthday that day. I hid under the bed and watched the blood pouring from the sky continue to gather and flow under the bed, soaking my clothes.

After that, I naturally embarked on the road of revenge for my parents. "

A very traditional revenge story, Sherlock didn't say anything, just drinking wine with a gentle rhythm.

"I'm not too stupid. I learned some medical knowledge, learned some ways to kill people, and then found clues to the murderer of my parents. Everything went well. In the end, I found a man named 'Velvet'." The club' place, well, it seems to be called the Black Swan Club, it doesn't matter."

Watson said calmly:

"This club is an extrajudicial organization. Its theme is to execute some civilians, kill them with bloody means, hang them, behead them, and smash their heads into paste with a sledgehammer of a hundred catties. Visual impact to please the audience.

In order to continue to target the murderer of my parents, I lurked in this organization and even became one of the outside receptionists.

But I didn't lurk for too long, because I really don't like their unsightly killing methods, so I just killed everyone in this club. "

"Well, it sounds very logical." Sherlock nodded, but he knew that it should not be over yet, because up to here, the element of "dog blood" has not appeared yet.

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"Then, I found out that my parents were actually the organization's chief execution officers."

"." Sherlock was silent.

Watson smiled self-consciously and absurdly: "Haha, I had the same expression as you at the time, but there was something even more bloody;
That is. The few survivors I rescued started to condemn me crazily, and one even picked up a knife and wanted to stab me to death.

The reason is that I discovered it later. It turns out that all the victims of this club are actually voluntary. Some of them owed a huge debt. If they can die here, then there will be audiences to pay for them. All debts, to prevent his wife and children from being sold as slaves in black kilns.Others simply have no way to live anymore and want to give their families a better future with their own lives. Some people are even terminally ill. In fact, if they don’t kill them, they will die little by little in the dim rental house. In short, I did not save them, but deprived them of the last value of their lives.

Oh, as for the person who killed my parents, it was actually a family member of the victim. His sister died at the hands of my parents, but he didn't know it. He thought his sister was kidnapped, so he rushed into my house and released All the blood of my parents.

In the end, of course, I also found him, and found that at that time, he took the money from his sister's death and married a wife. I told him all this, and then bleed all his blood in front of her wife. . "

Watson just said it so plainly. In fact, the context of the story he told was very clear, but the right and wrong of black and white were confusing.

"For quite a long time, I didn't know what was right and what was wrong, and I didn't know who deserved to die and who didn't deserve to die, so I joined the army and went to the front. Of course, some things happened on the front, but It has nothing to do with what I said today, because until I left the front line, I still couldn’t figure it out.”

Speaking of this, he finally drank the wine in front of him:

"I know the life of the people at the bottom of the empire, such a glass of wine is worth 15 pence; I also know the life of the nobles on the other side of the Thames, they eat beef for almost every meal; When it was wasted, people in the slums scolded us in the same tone, because if 15 pence were exchanged for black bread, it would be enough for a growing child to eat for four or five days.

I'm not judging who is right or who is wrong, I'm just a little scared, because if the analogy goes on like this, are those people who treat people's lives as a performance and are willing to spend a lot of money on it, also right?
So should those people I killed should be killed, or should they not be killed?Am I right or wrong.

Fortunately, in the end, I found that what I care about is not right or wrong, and there is no need to distinguish right from wrong. I said, I am a person who pursues beauty, and the most beautiful things in the world, except Lord Nightingale, are actually not Right or wrong, but fair.

You asked me just now, why did I invite you to drink? In fact, you might as well ask me, what exactly do I want.

I want fairness, I don't want to distinguish between right and wrong, civilians and nobles, poor and rich, good people and bad people, the Holy See and the government, I just want the world to be a little fairer, so I should be able to I feel that every breath of air is more delicious than it is now.

As for you, my friend, you seem to have this ability, so I will buy you a drink that day.

And today. I still ask. "

Sherlock didn't answer, he just looked at Watson quietly, his eyes were infiltrated by more dazzling light, and he couldn't tell the emotion in it for a while.

This gentle-looking doctor undoubtedly has the most exquisite appearance, the most gentlemanly etiquette, and the most cruel methods. He is definitely not a good person. It can only be said that he is an extremely contradictory person, so no one can think of it. His definition or pursuit of beauty turned out to be like this.

But to pursue this kind of thing, once someone is willing to stick to it and stick to it, then it will become extraordinarily awe-worthy.

Sherlock picked up the wine glass and smiled helplessly: "I really don't want to admit it, but... I'll toast you as much as I can."

"Thank you." Watson said.

So, in this chaotic light and shadow, two wine glasses collided together, and the soft sound was drowned out by the music. They raised their glasses together and drank it down. His eyes looked through the glasses at the same time, looking at the two drinkers in the dark of the tavern
There seems to be nothing wrong with those two people, but the belt is too tight, and it is tightly attached to the belly. This is not conducive to drinking at all, but it is conducive to attaching something, such as...a gun...

(End of this chapter)