big devil holmes

Chapter 229 Do You Have a Good Relationship?
There are not many white carriages. In this foggy city, mud splashed on the road, damp air, sand and dust, and black and thick smoke from the chimney will become white when attached to a white carriage. It is extremely conspicuous.

But the carriage in front of him looked so clean, as if it had just been washed by the clearest water, dried under the warmest sunlight, and appeared spotless in this gravel and shrapnel-covered tunnel. inside.And the pure white horse is also particularly eye-catching. The surrounding gas lamps emit a dim yellow light, but when it shines on it, it reflects a layer of pure white halo.

As well as the nuns wearing white robes on both sides, their fingers lightly resting on their chin and lips, and the brass pendant they are holding tightly makes a burst of sound, which is so pleasant to the ear. Appeared, against the backdrop of the surrounding chaotic environment, it was so out of place.

But this is not over yet, unlike this holy team, behind these white-clothed nuns, there is a group of people following them, which are silhouettes in the shadows, revealing a bloody chill.

These people also generally wear robes, but they all wear red notices on their chests, on which some excerpted words from the Holy Light Gospel are engraved with a touch of gold. These people are deacons of the Judgment Division. A rough look at the number should be 40 about.

In other words, the 40 priests of the Judgment Division, the exclusive violent law enforcement agency under the Holy See, generally reached the second-level contractor team, just walked out of the shadows, and then stood quietly behind the white carriage, Although motionless, it is enough to give people a terrifying sense of oppression.

At the other end of the tunnel, dozens of guns were still held, aiming at Sherlock and Watson, but they no longer had the arrogance just now. They just stared blankly at the group of people who appeared suddenly, and stood stunned. land.

I don't know how long this silence lasted. Finally, the door of the carriage was pushed open. With the support of a nun in a white robe, a woman dressed in simple clothes but exuding an extremely delicate and gorgeous aura came down. Mopping the floor, walking over the shell casings and dust, but not getting a speck of dust.

As she moved forward, she glanced at the surrounding walls that were blown apart by the bullets, the people crying on the ground, and the steam armor that had no power on the ground, and asked, "What's going on?" thing?"

No one answered her, and the soldiers were still dazed, looking at each other.

"Please answer Her Majesty's question."

The nun in white who was following behind reminded her lightly.

It sounded like a request, but the tone was like an order of course. It didn't need any special explanation, because the saint's question naturally had to be answered by someone.

Saint
Saintess! ! !

At this moment, there was a trace of panic in the crowd in front of them. The equipments collided with each other and made some light noises. The soldiers didn't know if they heard it wrong. Anyway, they couldn't figure out why the saint of the Holy See would appear in the This kind of place, but looking at the beautiful girl in front of him, he subconsciously felt extremely sacred, as if he was facing a ray of holy light, and he wanted to kneel down and worship.

During this period, there seemed to be a person who turned around reflexively, wanting to witness the appearance of the saint of the Holy See with his own eyes, but forgot that the gun in his hand was still raised.
Just as the muzzle of the gun was turning towards the saint, suddenly, several deacons of the judicial department appeared in front of the saint, and at the same time a howling wind rushed into the crowd fiercely, with only a click, The soldier's arm was snapped off, and the gun in his hand was broken into two violently, and then a deacon in blue kicked him in the stomach, causing him to fly out of the crowd. It wasn't until it hit a scrapped steam armor that it finally stopped, and then passed out.

"Drop your weapons, or shoot to kill."

An extremely arrogant speech, but daring to point a gun at the holy woman of the Holy See, this must be an unforgivable act, and in the face of forty clergy, it is impossible for anyone to have the idea of ​​​​resistance, Finally, under the helpless nod of the middle-aged officer, the guns finally hung down.

Her Royal Highness still stood quietly, waiting for someone to answer her question, but after a few seconds, still no one spoke, she had no choice but to turn around and walk in Watson's direction.

Judging from the performance of those soldiers just now, the person in charge of this incident should be the middle-aged officer who is being held hostage.

Strange to say, all the soldiers put down their weapons, but Watson's dagger was still quietly pressed against the neck of the commander in front of him. What's even more strange is that no one stopped him, and the people of the Judgment Division also They all turned a blind eye to him, as if he really stabbed the opponent's neck with a knife now, and no one would bother him.

"Excuse me, why did you make this place look like this?"

Her Majesty the Holy Maiden came to the commander and asked, her tone was gentle, but it looked so weird when the other party was being held hostage.

"This factory...is suspected of illegal occupation and needs to be sealed up. Sherlock Holmes is suspected of murder and has been ordered to arrest."

The commander replied with difficulty.

"Oh? That's really interesting. I bought this factory in my own name. Why is it classified as illegal occupation?"

A simple sentence made the commander in front of him tremble violently.

"So, what do you mean, I, as the saint of the Holy See, will ask people to break into this factory area, and then drive out all the people in it, and occupy this place?"

"Of course not."

"That is to say, in order to save some money, I sent someone to break into the other party's house and force the other party to sign the sales contract?"

The commander didn't dare to speak anymore. He just received such a task and summoned his subordinates overnight to carry it out. How could he possibly think that this factory area is actually the property of Her Majesty the Holy Maiden?
Not only does he not know, even Hopkins, who spends money on things, doesn't know, and those military figures who issue missions don't know, otherwise, if you lend them a lot of courage, it is impossible for a group of soldiers to carry Gun, rushed over to frame the Holy See saint.

However, all of this happened in the end. The commander's face was ashen. Looking at the cold expression of Her Majesty, he almost foresaw his tragic future. At this moment, he just wanted to pray that the stupid things he did Things will not harm their children.

but
"So, did you make a mistake?" The saint suddenly smiled, and the coldness on her face just now disappeared instantly.

"." The commander was taken aback. Although the other party was smiling, he inexplicably felt that he was more scared than before.

"Sometimes, misunderstandings are unavoidable. As long as it is found to be a misunderstanding and resolved in a timely manner, it will be fine. By the way, you seemed to be saying that Mr. Holmes was involved in a murder case?" Her Royal Highness said with a smile. : "Is there some misunderstanding about this matter?"

The commander's forehead was full of fine sweat, more than when his finger was cut off just now, he didn't dare to hesitate for too long, and nodded: "It should be just a random quality control by a street gangster, there is no substantive evidence .”

"Well, that's it."

Her Royal Highness looked very satisfied, and then suddenly looked worriedly at the wound on the other party's neck and the broken finger that was bleeding continuously:
"It looks like you've been seriously injured.
Soldiers shed their blood for the stability of the empire, this is indeed your duty, but don't always make your body look like this, or your son who served as a soldier at the front will survive desperately and finally get a return home If you have the opportunity to visit relatives, you will be sad to see your father so scarred. "

Hearing this, the commander only felt cold all over his body, knowing that he could do nothing but nod his head.

"In short, I will come here often during this time, and I don't want to be disturbed. At the same time, I also hope that you can convey my thoughts to your superiors." Her Royal Highness said calmly, and then suddenly remembered something:
"By the way, as I said just now, all of this may be a misunderstanding, but if one day I suddenly find out that all this is not a misunderstanding, but someone instigates it behind the scenes, then I hope you can do it in front of some people." , Tell me what happened today, can you?"

5 minutes passed
The soldiers didn't know what the conversation was about, and they didn't know how much shock and thought their chief had gone through in the past few minutes. They just saw the good-looking man slowly remove the knife from his chest. The throat was moved away, and with a faint 'shut up', this armed conflict that no one wanted to happen was finally over.

In the tunnel, gradually only the group of devoutly praying nuns and the unsmiling deacon of the Judgment Division were left. Hopkins was maintaining the most respected etiquette in the Holy See. No one wanted to interview him. He knew the Holy See’s It doesn't matter what kind of mood the Saintess felt when she also had a good relationship with Sherlock.

Among all these people, the only one who stood out was Jamie Daniels who was huddled in the corner.

In the hail of bullets just now, he found a bunker in the corner very keenly, so he was not injured, but now, looking at the long row of priests in front of him, which he rarely sees usually, he thought blank.

He couldn't figure out why all of a sudden, the saint of the Holy See would appear, and why this factory area became her private property, and Sherlock, who was supposed to be taken away for interrogation, was standing not far away There, chatting with Her Royal Highness, it feels like it's not the first time they've met.

Some absurd, some confused, Jamie is constantly thinking, trying to use the IQ that he has always been proud of, trying to find a logical chain that makes sense.

However, he did not get his wish after all.

And right now.

"Oh, you're here"

A calm voice suddenly appeared next to my ears.

He turned his head, and then saw the man named Watson standing beside him, the gas lamp above his head was broken, flickering on and off, and he stood quietly under the changing light, with a smile on his face. Charming smile.

At this moment, Jamie almost subconsciously thought
This guy is indeed more handsome than me, so it is understandable for Rebecca to look at him more at that time.
In a not-so-big lounge, Sherlock pulled a shrapnel out of his arm, and some blood flowed out along his arm. He put the shrapnel on the table, which was already in a mess. The few bullet casings either exploded due to gunpowder, or were crushed by the impact force, anyway, they were all stained with blood.

Sherlock's physical strength has not yet reached the point where he can ignore bullets, but the strength of ordinary firearms cannot penetrate too deep into the muscles, and generally will not hurt the bones, and after the shrapnel is taken out, it will completely heal within three days .

"Doesn't it hurt?" Mrs. Hudson sat on the opposite side of the chair and asked thoughtfully.

"It hurts, but it didn't hurt the bones and internal organs, so there's nothing to worry about." Sherlock moved his arms and found that it didn't affect his movements, so he put down his sleeves with satisfaction.

"So, you haven't actually left?" he asked.

"Well, the inheritance ceremony is about to begin. The old emperor will definitely not cause another crash of a broken airship at this time, and it is even more impossible for a group of desperadoes to drive a carriage full of explosives into the factory area, so , if he wants to use force, he can only use this method.

In this case, my name is definitely more useful than others, and I can also find a few witnesses by the way. If one day, I can really bring the old man to court, that can be regarded as a starting point. "

Mrs. Hudson said, in fact, the atmosphere in the room at this time is very strange. For a long time in the past, the two people only talked about the price of vegetables today, and whether to install some steam in the room for heating in winter Equipment, a class of life topics.

But at this moment, the tenant is pinching the bullet holes on his body with his fingers, and the sound of tearing flesh and blood is so horrifying, while the landlord is thinking about how to deal with the emperor, and even wants to take the man who has made many imperial laws with his own hands. The old man went to court.

Time does change a person, but this kind of change is really too big.
"Before I came here, the little man said that as long as the military personnel fired guns in the factory area, he would be able to guarantee the full support of the military in the demonstration of the experimental results. My status as a saint is quite good. It's just that I was wronged and you got hurt a little, but it's not too bad after all.

Just in case, for the rest of the time, the deacons of the Judgment Division will be responsible for protecting this place. In fact, I still don’t know exactly how powerful a second-tier contractor is, but the [-] Judgment Division The fighting power of the deacon should be considered good. "

Sherlock laughed dumbfounded, thinking to himself that the 40 deacons of the Tribunal could probably fight against the police force of the entire Scotland Yard.

In short, in this way, until the inheritance ceremony begins, at least there is no need to worry about the safety of the factory area, and with the support of the military, those investors who follow the wind will naturally show great enthusiasm for this experiment. He also felt that he was in a good mood after thinking about it.

but then
Her Royal Highness in front of her suddenly changed the topic:
"I heard that they want to accuse you of killing more than a dozen active soldiers?"

"Uh..." Sherlock didn't know how to answer this question. Although he was no longer that ordinary tenant, and the other party was not the little landlord on Baker Street in London, he admitted in front of the other party that he had killed more than a dozen people in one wave. , Sherlock still felt a little strange.

But Mrs. Hudson didn't seem to care about the answer to this question. Instead, she immediately asked another question:
"I just heard from Hopkins that you sent a lady named Irene Adler home that night."

Her tone was very light, but her eyes were fixed on Sherlock very intently, as if at this moment, she was the detective who could see through everything:
"Are you taking a lady home? Are you uh... on good terms?"

　I synthesized a chapter today. It didn’t reach 5000 words. It’s my fault. However, it’s been updated for 100 days in a row, and I haven’t asked for leave. I have to write seriously, so I have said so much, you should understand what I mean (kneeling down) The end of the month, please count the votes, please.

　　
　
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