big devil holmes

Chapter 254 The Conversation That Determines History
In the early morning of the fifth day, Sherlock woke up leisurely from bed.

Since the demonstration of the experimental results a few days ago, he has been leisurely, returned to his apartment, went to bed early and woke up early every day, never tired, with the physical fitness blessing of the second-order contractor, and the tentacles in hell provided Under the recovery effect, his injuries have healed in sevens and eighties, and the fatigue in his brain due to the long-term consumption of the past two months and the fight during the transportation has completely disappeared.

Recalling the night of fighting with Baskerville, Sherlock seemed to faintly feel some kind of change in his body. He felt that it was likely that he touched the line of the second-order peak of the Contractor. But just touching, if you want to cross, you should wait for an opportunity.

In the past few days, Watson did not know why, but he was inexplicably interested in a gun. He walked out of the house every morning before dawn, and did not know when he would come back at night. Under the renting environment in London, Watson In this way, tenants who do not stay at home every day will definitely be warned or questioned by the landlord.

Fortunately, 221B is not Sherlock's property, so as long as that guy doesn't bring a skinned person back to play someday, he won't bother him.

Sitting at the table, he made himself a cup of coffee, and then took a few bites of the instant biscuits he bought a few days ago. He picked up the newspaper he had just picked up from the door and read it casually.

Similar to the reports from the previous day, the content was either a parade or a condemnation. Most newspapers were discussing how the interruption of the inheritance ceremony would affect the empire, but some newspapers chose to find another way and began to send reporters to interview those The families of the victims in the London accident, looking at these words, Sherlock was not too touched, because he knew that things would not be reversed too much.

The battles on the front line, the popularization of new energy, and the replacement of the throne are all inevitable endings, and those reported in the newspapers are actually the pains that must be faced before the reform. Sherlock also knows that Moriarty He must have taken these into consideration long ago, otherwise he would not have allowed the people to make such a fuss. Of course, he was also a little surprised that the dying old man really had the ability to bring the entire empire into chaos without saying a word. powerful capabilities in.

Fortunately, anger is not a long-term state, and no matter how stupid people are, they will eventually become rational, so wait for the angry people of the empire to gradually get tired, and then at an appropriate time, clearly present the evidence of crimes in front of people's eyes. It will gradually improve.

From this point of view, it was a bit too cautious to let the black tide formed by the tentacles in hell advance towards the ancient Roman city. If he had known that everything was going so smoothly, then he should have let those If the little guy absorbs a little more demons, maybe he won't have to fight so hard when fighting Baskerville.

Oh, by the way, after more than half a year of drawing hell, Sherlock seems to have discovered a very strange thing, that is, the devil of hell. It seems that it is not a kind of creature that expands its group by 'reproduction'.

Because Sherlock knew very well that he had almost absorbed or killed all the demons in London during the past period of time, but he stayed in the Life Sciences Institute for more than a month and stayed in the outskirts of London for two more. Month, when he was free again and turned his attention to his surroundings, he discovered that many demons had appeared in hell again.

These demons were certainly not born through mating, and they certainly did not break out of eggs left behind in some corner.

They just suddenly appeared somewhere at a moment that Sherlock didn't notice.

He had nothing to do after falling asleep these days, and even carefully cleaned up the demons in a certain range around him, but two days later, he found another corroded dog appeared at a corner outside Baker Street.

Sherlock hasn't found a pattern for this phenomenon yet, and he doesn't know if it's a good phenomenon, so he can only wait and see.

At the same time, in a small church on the edge of a small city more than 1300 kilometers north of the ancient Roman city of France, a nurse was checking the names of some medicines very carefully.

She wrote down these medicines in a list, and then handed it to a staff member of the trial court outside the door, and said very seriously:
"The manufacturer of each drug must buy it according to what I wrote. The production date should not exceed one month. Please sterilize the package and seal it before sending it over. Also... when will the oxygen cylinder I want be delivered, patient His body is very weak now."

I don’t know if it’s been a while since I chatted with Emperor Augustine. This civilian nurse didn’t show any cowardice when facing the high-ranking clerics of the Tribunal, and there was even a hint of majesty in her tone, as well as dissatisfaction with these judicial officials.

In her eyes, the old man is not just a king, but more of a patient, a respectable old man whose physical functions have been exhausted and who lives only by strong willpower, but this group of people The guy put him on a steam locomotive and traveled over 1000 kilometers just to get him into this little church.

This is undoubtedly the most disregarding human rights behavior for a patient
"Why are we here?"

No one answered her.

"How long are we going to stay?"

Still no one answered.

"No matter whether a person is guilty or not, even during his sentence, as long as he has a physical illness, he has the right to receive due treatment. This is stated in the imperial law. You let a critically ill old man stay in the In a room without any disinfection conditions, without even going through the normal trial process, you keep saying that you are exercising imperial law, you are really ridiculous."

The young nurse was obviously only in her early 20s, but the simple words made the judges guarding the door a little overwhelmed.

Fortunately, at this moment, a sound of footsteps came from the church hall in the distance.

The young nurse looked over, and saw a not-so-tall figure walking towards her. The midday sun was shining brightly, pouring down from the colorful glass of the dome, making that person look three or four years older than herself. The young man is like walking in the ever-changing water waves.

She watched the man get closer and closer to her, and finally stopped in front of her.

"Hello, a transport vehicle carrying the most professional medical equipment is on its way here, and it should arrive in 15 minutes." The man said, with the most sincere apology in his tone.

The girl looked at the other party's black and white robe, the golden threads hidden between the fabrics, and the golden sun flower pendant on her chest, which symbolized the supreme power of the Holy See, and she couldn't help but froze for a moment.

"So, can I have a word with Mr. Augustine during these fifteen minutes?"

The man inquired, as if a careless relative came to visit a critically ill patient, carefully asking for the consent of the nurse in the ward.

And at this moment.
"Let him in, if you can."

The old man's voice came from inside the house, probably because he was afraid that people outside would not be able to hear him through the door.

In short, for the first time in these years, the young nurse was surprised to know that the extremely weak old man could also make such a sound
(End of this chapter)