big devil holmes

Chapter 467? ? ? ?

"???" Sherlock first made a confused expression.

He has repeatedly emphasized that Franklin is not a fool. In fact, this bumbling old fox should be the same kind of person as himself and Moriarty to a certain extent.

It's just that I am a relatively selfish egotist who acts according to his inner joy and anger in everything.

Moriarty, on the other hand, is a perfectionist who regards the future of human society and the race as more important than himself.

Both are a bit extreme.

This makes Mr. Franklin appear to be mediocre, or without characteristics.

But it is impossible for a mediocre person to develop a powerful new energy source that changes the direction of the world on his own. It is impossible to get the sponsorship of Miss Irene when he is unknown, and it is even more impossible for Moriarty and Irene to value him at the same time. , and was elected emperor of the empire.

From a detective's point of view, such people are often the most troublesome, because you don't know what they really look like, and you can't guess what they really think. What he wants you to see is what he wants you to see. As you can see, he may not have any pursuits of his own, nor any lofty revenge. He is just like a leaf, swaying in the river of history, drifting with the current, but he has the ability to suddenly rise up at a certain moment and grow. For a giant tree that can block a river.

Why would this guy allow people from another world to enter his land?

Sherlock tilted his head. Logically speaking, he couldn't find a suitable reason.

Is it really because the guy in front of me used to be a scientific researcher, so he prefers the power of science?

Immediately after

"But it's not like I agree to this kind of thing, and the people over there can come over." Franklin suddenly looked at Sherlock with a hint of direction: "Or, you are absolutely sure that you can make that person come over." People on the other side pass through the gate of hell?"

"Of course not. In fact, I just asked casually. I won't come up with a solution by then. If I ask you again, and you say you don't agree, wouldn't I have spent a lot of effort and ended up becoming a traitor to mankind?"

Sherlock said, not sure if he had foreseen something. He stood up, nodded nonchalantly to the fat middle-aged man next to him, thanked him for his hospitality, and then turned around and left the emperor's palace.

Franklin also stared at Sherlock's back and remained silent.

Far away on the other side of the Redeker Strait, at the end of the expedition route that went nearly a thousand kilometers deep into the snowfields, increasingly fierce wars suddenly bloomed, accompanied by roars that resounded throughout the world, and then extinguished in an instant. Due to the rescue of Sherlock In just a few weeks, the assembled army penetrated a place that would have taken a year to reach at a normal speed. It seemed that as long as you crossed the mountains in front of you, you could see the source of it all - the Gate of Hell. .

This emergency march was a crazy gamble made by the entire empire's military forces. Needless to say, the risks involved, but in the end, the gamble turned out to be successful.

Therefore, along the straight marching route, the army in the rear no longer moved forward according to the most stable route originally calculated. Instead, it was like a sharp knife breaking through the ice, thrusting straight into the gate of hell. The whole process went extremely smoothly, and there was no flanking attack. The demon group did not encounter the sudden collective void rift, and even the sporadic demon groups along the way were rarely encountered. The millions of human expeditionary troops were like this, because rescuing one person actually accelerated the expedition. For a whole year, the time, military expenses, manpower, and resources saved are already an immeasurable amount of money.

During this period, the officers in charge of logistics and material distribution would wake up laughing while sleeping.

As a result, the remaining ammunition made the human expeditionary force's firepower become more and more fierce. On the way forward, the torrent of steel was really like a dark tide, swallowing up everything along the way. The smoke was wanton, the roar was loud, blood, and minced meat. , the fragments of steel are heroically swayed on the frozen soil that has been thousands of years old. Often an encounter will go directly from meeting to complete annihilation. They go all out, leaving no one behind, and are as unstoppable as a wildfire.

At the forefront of the expedition team, a huge and incredible demon was like a moving mountain. With a huge height of more than 20 meters and a huge width that almost stretched the reminder into a cube, it became an unrivaled monster. A huge ferocious beast, its thick armor allows it to rush through the demonic tide with great speed.

That was the most powerful vanguard warrior in the entire expeditionary force, Officer Baskerville.

For some reason, it seems that since Sherlock fell into the gate of hell, this bloodthirsty officer suddenly became unknown. After Sherlock returned to the world, this man became as crazy as a year ago again, and that... The bloodthirsty end became more and more uncontrollable. Sometimes, even when the army had issued a retreat order, he continued to rush on the battlefield regardless of it, as if he was using every moment of time to kill a few more demons.

The gates of hell are near, getting closer.

When the latest two military bases were built a week later, the human expedition route finally arrived at the gate of hell. As long as you cross the small mountain col not far away, a terrifying and towering black curtain will appear at every step. In front of the Imperial soldiers.

This is an expedition that will surely go down in history.

Even if all marches in human history could have a ranking, then this Hell's Gate expedition would definitely be the undisputed number one.

Two days later, in the mountain col, the demons and steel that were everywhere in sight had the most brutal collision in a small space. People charged, the demons charged, and the demons controlled by humans charged, and then fell down and were killed. Trampled to pieces, those who were lucky enough not to be trampled struggled to get up, covered in blood and broken bones, roaring and screaming.

The war between humans and demons has been going on for too long. It has been so long that people have subconsciously felt that this is what the world should be like. It has been so long that the anger in their hearts has merged with these warriors and become one. A madman with anger and depression. Finally, when this anger came to its source, when everything was about to end, it seemed that the human coalition suddenly became powerful, heroic, and invincible.

But all of this has nothing to do with Sherlock.

He is not a soldier of the empire, let alone a member of the military. He has been on the battlefield for a while and met some people on the front line, but he knows that those are just some interesting experiences of his own, but he has never met them. Patton, the old general who had guarded the empire for decades, made him feel a little regretful.

After returning from the ancient Roman city, Sherlock felt that he had finally seen everyone who dared to look, and had met everyone who should be seen.

There is a saying that during the first half month of recuperation in the military camp, he had not been idle since he rescued that guy Watson.

It's been almost a month now, and Sherlock can finally take a break.

So instead of taking the fast airship prepared for him by the emperor, he bought a long-distance ticket to London.

However, when buying the ticket, he saw the conductor looking at him in surprise but not daring to recognize him. Sherlock was helpless to find that he had to cover his face when going out on the street.

So, in a small grocery store on the street, he bought a deerstalker hat. More than a year ago, he often wore this kind of hat in another world. It was not big and not eye-catching, but As long as the brim of the hat is pushed down slightly, most of the face can be covered, and the collar is raised, almost all of the face can be covered.

This design is very ingenious, otherwise, it would not be possible for it to have been circulated for 800 years and still not be eliminated by history.

After getting on the train, Sherlock was lucky enough to buy a ticket by the window. He looked out the window at the beginning of late autumn, with yellow and green becoming the absolute colors outside the window, as well as the fields and mountains passing by at that time, and of course, the Following the blue sky as the train moved along, he truly felt refreshed. but.

For some reason, he would always subconsciously compare this world with the desperate world on the other side of the gate of hell. When he saw the turbulent stream in front of him, he would think of the weathered sand and dust in the wilderness outside the city; the train passed along the Driving in a forest area, he would helplessly think that children in that world had to go to museums or buy stickers if they wanted to see animals before they mutated.

Sherlock was a wanted criminal in that world. He would be shot on sight and the government would give you a big medal.

He was hunted for a whole year, and finally escaped with a narrow escape. Logically speaking, he should expect the destruction of that world.

So, why should I think about the people over there?

Could it be that it was really just because of the few people he met who were willing to help him during his escape?

Sherlock couldn't convince himself with this reason, so he became more and more silent, thinking in circles. When he recovered, he found that it was already dark, and the bright lights in the darkness showed that he had entered London. within the territory.

After getting off the train, he sighed at how convenient transportation had become after the popularization of new energy. Sherlock got into a carriage and headed towards the streets he was most familiar with.

Baker Street. This is the street where he has lived for a long, long time.

It seems that after he came out of the orphanage, he lived in this inconspicuous small street, and many things happened on this street. Even the house he lives in now was given by Her Majesty the Saint. Think about it, I am really the only one in the whole world who has this honor.

Walking into No. 221-b, I have not been back here since I went to the front line. Counting it, it has been more than two years.

There was light behind the curtains, and it seemed that Watson was inside. He had traveled a lot this month, and he didn't know how he was recovering from the injuries he sustained in the Temple of Holy Light. But as long as that guy was there, The room would not be too messy after all. Thinking of this, Sherlock was very pleased.

So he walked to the door, took out the room key from under the carpet, and opened the door naturally.

After that.

He froze in place.

Because he saw clothes, shoes, messy jewelry scattered on the floor, an open wardrobe, a dining table and sofa piled with skirts, and a woman standing in the center of the room.

Sherlock still kept pushing the door open. When the woman saw the door being pushed open, she also looked at Sherlock with a blank expression.

"Uh, sorry."

Sherlock closed the door subconsciously and stood at the door with a question mark on his forehead. He blinked in hindsight and said, "No, this is my home."

The detective who once claimed to be the most powerful detective in London and even the entire empire seemed a little confused at this moment.

But why did a strange woman appear in my home, and there were so many clothes that almost filled the house.

Where is Watson?

A second later, Sherlock pushed the door open again, then took off his hat and carefully observed the woman in front of him.

I have to say that this is a very beautiful woman with a slim figure and fair skin. This proves that she is a very typical lady. At least she does not need to work. She even has slightly long nails on her hands. She knows how to take care of her figure and her skin is also good. He had not been exposed to wind and sun, and although he was wearing ordinary home clothes at this time, he could not conceal the aristocratic aura exuding from his body.

Sherlock frowned, his gaze lingering on the collar of the homecoat.

Well, it's embarrassing to say that although Sherlock has never seen Watson wearing home clothes, he has still seen this dress before, placed in Watson's wardrobe.

That's why Watson's clothes are draped on this woman's body at this time.

Sherlock's eyes were closed. He had a good memory, so during a second or so of observation, he suddenly remembered who the woman in front of him was.

He even remembered the woman's name.

Just one night three and a half years ago, this woman once shouted at the backs of herself and Watson that her name was [Molly Morstan].

At this moment, Sherlock thought of Watson's invitation to a noble woman to be his hostage when he was being hunted by the Pope. He also leaned against a wall and kissed her on the street to avoid being hunted.

Well, although it is incredible, it is obvious that Watson has never severed contact with the noble woman in front of him in these years.

Sherlock rubbed his face, and for a moment he didn't know how to resolve the embarrassment in front of him. He could only lean forward slightly and said to the woman in the room:

"Hello, Ms. Morstan."

"what!"

It was only then that Jasmine finally regained her composure, covered her mouth and exclaimed.

A sound of footsteps came from inside the house. Watson walked out holding several folded skirts. When he saw Sherlock at the door, he cleared his throat as if he had anticipated this situation:

"Ahem, okay, let me introduce my roommate and partner, Sherlock Holmes.

As for this beautiful lady, my fiancée, Jasmine Morstan. "

(End of this chapter)