big devil holmes

Chapter 492 Clearing the clouds and revealing the sun
Shortly after the Justice of the Inquisition said these words, the stream of green subtitles scrolling in front of Sherlock's eyes disappeared.

Under the night sky, Sherlock's frowning eyebrows did not relax for a long time.

"It seems that they have physically closed one of my branches." The crimson voice sounded at the right time.

Sherlock didn't reply.

"According to my guess, you should be in a very angry stage now, right." Crimson continued to mutter.

After a while.
"I have to say that these people's methods are indeed very useful. To deal with a criminal with no quality like me, of course you have to use some tricks with no quality."

"Oh? You already call yourself a criminal?"

"It doesn't matter." Sherlock obviously didn't care about his status in the eyes of others: "Since they always want to give me a heinous title, then I am too lazy to refute, and to be honest, they The understanding of the word "heinous" is still too inclusive.

They should find a time to let them see what the real heinousness looks like. "

Sherlock said. Considering the cause and effect of various events, he is undoubtedly in a very angry state now, because his character is like this. When he just came back from hell, he was able to kick down the door of the Holy Light Temple because of Watson. But now, his partner has just put aside the memories of the past and is preparing to start a new life. A group of bastards kidnapped Watson's fiancée because they wanted to deal with him.

How could he not be angry.

But at the same time, when he said the word "heinous", he seemed to be feeling free and relaxed.

People who don't know Sherlock have a hard time understanding why this kind of anger and relief are intertwined, and people who know him must have started to panic now.

As he has always emphasized, he is not a madman, because he still has an inherent understanding of being a human being. Even if he has no moral concepts and completely ignores the law, there is still a bottom line after all. He lives in the empire, He regarded this place as his place of survival, a world that gave birth to him, raised him, and gave him a sense of belonging.

And if this sense of belonging begins to gradually dissipate, then there will really be no bottom line that can restrain him.

Time passed day by day.

In the past few days, a previously unknown person suddenly appeared in the public eye.

Miss Jasmine Morstan.

The London judicial department accused her of indirectly murdering more than a thousand frontline expeditionary soldiers, delaying the results, betraying the empire, and a lot of other charges.

At first, when this name appeared in the London Times, many people found it baffling how a woman in her early twenties could commit such a felony.

But after several days of intensive reporting, everyone gradually learned the truth.

The Morstan family is a small aristocrat who started out as a drug distributor, and Jasmine is the youngest daughter of their family. Because she was dissatisfied with the family's distribution of business rights to her brother, she developed a series of extremely twisted feelings of revenge and jealousy.

Without authorization, she replaced the drugs delivered to the front lines with substandard pharmaceutical waste, and sold good drugs to underground buyers. In this way, she made a fortune, purchased luxury goods, took hallucinogens, and even tried to murder her relatives in order to achieve her goals. The purpose of controlling the family, and at the same time, due to its inferior medicines, countless soldiers of the expeditionary force died on the front line.

Photos of some frontline soldiers who continued to vomit, suffered from ulcers all over their bodies due to the effects of drugs, bloodshot eyes, bedridden, and mental disorders were published. There were also three servants of God who were added to the front line and died tragically in the medical room because they were not treated with medicines in time. Therefore, the criminal also desecrated the Holy Light. Anyway, for a while, the image of a female criminal with heinous crimes was vividly depicted.

People have not even thought that the transportation of so many illegal drugs must go through countless processes and the cooperation of many people to complete. And after arriving at the front line, how many people will need to turn a blind eye before they can be distributed to the soldiers of the expeditionary force. , but there were no reports on the people involved during this period. It seemed that all the accusations were focused on one woman. There is definitely something wrong with this kind of clearly pointed guilt reporting.

But most citizens don't care about this. The rich deserve to die, and those who make money are naturally guilty. This idea becomes more naked among the poorer people.

Therefore, the trial of a little-known noble was like the beheading of Caishikou in the past, attracting countless people to watch. That day, at 12 o'clock at noon, the dark clouds in the sky blocked the sun very early. It seemed that the only thing it could do was to prevent this ridiculous injustice from being shown in the blue sky and daylight.

A transport truck escorting prisoners drove through the long street. Under the order of the Lord Chancellor, a large number of Adjudication Division personnel have been deployed around Victory Square in London. In the shadows of some buildings, they were covered with plastic sheets. In the carriage, countless demons were lying, quietly waiting for the target to appear.

"Isn't it a bit desperate to call so many people? That guy obviously knows that we are ambushing him here, how can he really throw himself into the trap?" On a high tower that just overlooks Victory Square, several people are responsible for long-distance reconnaissance. He whispered to the sniper soldiers that for this operation, the Tribunal specially applied for a long-distance communication device that would only be used on the expedition front, and even built a signal transmission device on the top floor of a building overnight. I want people in various areas to communicate quickly.

In order to catch Shylock, it can be said that all the manpower, material and financial resources have reached the highest level.

"According to psychological research, Shylock is a person suffering from extreme paranoia, and he is extremely confident. More than a year ago, he walked through the gate of hell alone. The reason was simply because Nightingale had commissioned He keeps himself safe.

His paranoia puts his own life first, so he will definitely show up. "

In the communicator, the psychology professor responded to this question with certainty. At the same time, he also warned everyone who was performing the task not to let down their guard.

Soon, the prison car escorting Jasmine Morstan drove into the square.

The car stopped in the center of the square, where there was a statue of Lord Dante wearing steam armor when he was on the battlefield. In front of the statue, a makeshift gallows stood quietly.

The car door was slowly opened. Several police officers held guns and pushed a woman out of the car. Amidst the gradually rising discussion, Jasmine was pushed to the gallows.

"The time is almost up." Some uneasy murmurs sounded from the communicator.

"Something's wrong. It's already this time. Why hasn't the target appeared yet?"

Some high-ranking investigators began to repeatedly confirm that there was no trace of Sherlock in the crowd.
"Not only did the target not show up, but the guy named John Watson also didn't show up. Isn't this his wife?"

"Look, I said this plan is too blatant. How could anyone know that this is a trap and still jump in?"

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Some voices sounded in the communication channel, but these people kept mumbling, and their expressions became more and more nervous and focused. In fact, they kept talking, just to relieve their anxiety.

"Don't panic, the initiative is in our hands now." His Excellency the Chief Justice comforted softly, and then hesitated for about a second: "Start the execution!"

Following these words, the executioner in the center of the square carried Jasmine to the rope loop of the gallows. As long as he inserted her head into it and pulled the lever next to it, the woman's life would be determined here. .

"No target found in Area 1!"

"No target found in area three!"

"No target found at each gathering point!"

Following the reports, the surrounding atmosphere became extremely tense.

"Sherlock won't come."

But at this moment, a dark cloud in the sky suddenly began to dissipate, just like the clouds moving in reverse to reveal the sun. A small black dot appeared suddenly and fell towards the square where the crowd was buzzing.

(End of this chapter)