big devil holmes

Chapter 249 One Messenger, One Era

Everything was as Irene expected. On the third day after the experimental display, the entire empire fell into a sudden surge of racial sentiment, and this sentiment was so explosive that it exploded. It's out of control.

Whether it is the batch of official newspapers with the highest sales volume or the third-rate tabloids printed in private workshops, without any consultation, they uniformly bolded the headlines such as "The Controllable Conjecture of Wild Demons Has Been Proven". The black one was printed on the most conspicuous position of the first edition, so that there was no room for other news.

I heard that a large company in Cortez France finally declared bankruptcy.

Who cares about this shit?

I heard that the police in Tiago City in the northern border broke into the home of a local drug lord to arrest him, but found that the drug lord was not at home, and the mayor was having sex with the drug lord's wife.

Well, in normal times, no matter what, you can get a seat in the middle of the second edition, but at this moment, no one wants to talk to the mayor.

Humanity
This word seems to have shown a different weight overnight because of the success of an experiment.

The butchers on the street usually care about every detail, but these days they put up banners saying "Families who join the army can receive a pound of chicken for free".

The woman next to the tavern was dressed beautifully, and saw a veteran whose leg was broken after the war was passing by the street. After looking at each other for a moment, he hesitated for a while, and then smiled and said: "Girl, I am in a good mood today. , you find me for free."

Even the bastards who sold hallucinogens in the alley at night saw a boy of sixteen or seventeen coming in to ask for goods, they thought about it for a while, and then gave the word 'scroll'.

These guys who sell drugs must have done a lot of evil things, but these days I always feel that if those young and strong guys don't take drugs, they might be controlling demons on the front line and fighting the enemy bravely in the future. warrior.

Hope seems to be subtly changing people's attitude towards life
In fact, human beings have always had the deepest and strongest confidence and pride in their own race. However, because centuries of war have really flattened the mentality of generations of people, the huge gate to hell on the Antarctic continent has become... It's like a huge hole has been opened in the hearts of all human beings.

And today, a howl of counter-offensive sounded.

Then this sound will naturally resound through the world, drowning everything, people can't see anything else, and they don't want to think about anything else. The inherent pride has been suppressed for too long, and when it is released, it must be vented Like a waterfall falling down from a high mountain, like the sea is boiled and boiled!
And the potion that can cure some diseases that has gained the favor of countless people just a few days ago seems to have been annihilated under the wave in this unique catharsis. Even if it is mentioned occasionally, it is not that important. .

In a very ordinary building in the ancient Roman city of France, a young girl was wandering back and forth in a room that looked like a broadcast studio, looking anxious and conflicted.

The girl seemed to be around 20 years old, wearing a nurse's uniform, but standing in such a room seemed a little uncoordinated.

What is this nurse's name? It's actually not that important.

Because at the beginning, she just followed a medical team into the ancient Roman city of France, and then conducted a health test for the emperor of the empire.

After the test, the team should have left, but the old man lying on the hospital bed suddenly felt inexplicable...

He asked the young nurse:
"Would you like to stay?"

At that time, the nurse of course did not have any strong medical skills. Compared with other people in the team, her role was actually to deal with some of the simplest bandages or management of medical equipment.

But Emperor Augustine didn't care about her medical ability. He just thought her voice sounded nice.

Therefore, the girl stayed, and her job, apart from checking the emperor's daily health report, was not so much talking, but sometimes passing on some instructions from the other party.

Emperor Augustine was too weak. The slightest bit of outside wind or germs carried by the wind could shorten his life. Therefore, most of the time, his contact with the outside world was only through the embedded power amplifier in the room.

The girl nurse never thought that one day she would become a person who chats exclusively with the emperor of the empire. In fact, during the chat, she did not feel at all that the person on the other side of the microphone was the greatest emperor in history. Sometimes, she felt that the other party was kinder than her teacher in nursing school.

And during a brief chat one night, she finally learned of a subtle and somewhat sad coincidence, that is, her voice was very similar to the other person's dead daughter. When the girl died, she was also similar to her. big.

At this moment, several newspapers were placed on the table in the room. Of course, these newspapers were all about various reports of controllable experiments of wild demons, their impact on the future, and immeasurable changes in military development.

The young girl nurse is also a citizen of the empire, and of course she will be happy about this kind of thing, but at the same time, because she has been with the kind but weak old man for a long time, she seems to understand that the success of this experiment may have a certain impact on the old man's plan. some influence.

She didn't know whether she should tell the other party these things, because not long ago, the old man said, don't bother him anymore.

Looking at the microphone that could be turned on by reaching out, the girl hesitated, and then thought, it seems that in two days, the inheritance ceremony of the empire will begin, and it seems that telling the other party now, there is no way to change anything.

In the end, she still didn't press the switch of the microphone. She just quietly looked at the holy magazine on the table in a daze, thinking that the gentleman named 'Franklin' printed on it seemed to be just 50 years old, Why is the hairline already so high?
At the same time, the Holy Journal headquarters.

In the past few days, the Holy Journal may be the busiest place in the entire empire. In the past, on the eve of each inheritance ceremony, these people were already busy enough to work overtime until midnight. In the past two months, one after another Shocking news appeared frequently, and the closer the inheritance ceremony was, the greater the momentum of the incident. The [Darwin Recovery Experiment] a few days ago directly ignited the passion of the entire empire to the extreme.

In this era, newspapers are the most widely used, even the only way to transmit information. The employees of the Holy Magazine undoubtedly believe in the principle of truthful and reliable reporting, and they also have the most ardent enthusiasm for work, but two consecutive Months of heavy work still make these people a little tired.

And at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door of the editor-in-chief's office of the Holy Journal.

He put down the pen in his hand with some displeasure. He is currently drafting a report on Professor Darwin's life experience and the 30-year mental journey of the controllable experiment of wild devils. He is at the moment when he is most concentrated, and his thoughts are interrupted at this moment. , of course he was extremely depressed.

"Come in!"

He said irritably.

Immediately afterwards, his secretary opened the door, and then came over with a letter in his hand and handed it to him.

"what is this?"

"Edward Weston has a letter," said the secretary.

The editor-in-chief was even more displeased, and looked at his secretary coldly: "Don't you know that I don't want anyone to disturb you now, just because of a letter?"

While talking, he suddenly realized something.

"Tell me, who sent it?"

"Edward Weston." The secretary repeated seriously, and in order to fear that his superior would forget the name, he reminded him specially: "It is the man sent by the newspaper office to deliver the newspaper for Mr. Dante a few years ago. "

(End of this chapter)