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Chapter 541: One of the Endings (Part )

Want to kill yourself?
This kind of commission sounds strange. If you want to commit suicide, you can just find a beam and hang yourself.

However, given Sherlock's personality, he would definitely not accept ordinary commissions. Only such strange and bizarre things would arouse his interest.

Watson did not take this matter to heart. After all, it was a blessing for the guy in front of him to stay quietly. Compared with the chaos he had caused before that affected the world, he now just wanted to kill someone, and a person who actively sought death. He was as cute as a well-behaved little girl.

The only thing that Watson found a little difficult to understand was why it was said that the commission was completed on the day of [the first year of the new calendar].

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It seems that some time after Moriarty ascended the throne, the Elders' Council proposed changing the reign title to a new calendar to herald the arrival of a new era.

But he was rejected by Moriarty.

In this case, it seems that this era name will be used for a long time. How long will we have to wait?
Just as I was thinking about it, I heard footsteps coming from the kitchen behind me. Jasmine seemed to be carrying a pot of vegetable soup. Because it was a little hot, she was howling and walking quickly towards the table.

Watson's eyes flashed, and he quickly put out the remaining cigarette, then stuffed it into his sleeve with skillful hands, and put on a pretty enough expression to take the soup pot from the other person's hand.

"Dear Jasmine, next time you want me to serve something this hot."

"Hmph, how can a man enter the kitchen?" Jasmine responded with a smile. It can be seen that the couple has a good relationship.

But the next second, she sniffed a few times and suddenly became serious: "Did you smoke?"

"Of course not. I just stood next to Sherlock and chatted for a while."

As he spoke, Watson waved his hand and pointed at his partner who was smoking beside the bed.

Sherlock held a half-smoked cigarette in his hand, looking at Jasmine's ferocious expression and Watson's hidden eyes behind her.

"Uh, sorry."

He said this and quickly put out his cigarette.

The gap between the rich and the poor is an inherent problem in society.

Because resources are limited, people naturally want to hold more money in their own hands, which means there will be poor people and rich people.

It seems impossible to make everyone worry-free about food and clothing in the short term.

But when we are all poor together, life is very simple.

It would be fine as long as there is a bottomless pit that continues to absorb social resources.

For example, war.

"Hell is humanity's eternal enemy. Purifying hell is the highest mission of every imperial citizen. Long live Moriarty!"

Another group of soldiers rushed onto the battlefield, shouting slogans.

These people were recruited from various places. The youngest of them was only 16 years old. When this man's name was read out in Victory Square, his mother collapsed to the ground, and his father, who was missing a leg, swung his crutch and hit the conscription officer next to him.

"He's only 16 years old!"

"You let him go to the battlefield?!"

The angry father was knocked to the ground with a rifle butt, and then after an excited verbal abuse, he was imprisoned in the local prison. Two days later, a child who had just turned sixteen was forcibly pulled away from his mother and pushed onto a conscription transport vehicle.

The mother knelt on the ground, crying, but no one came forward to comfort her, because this was just a very common scene in the vast territory of the empire.

The Hell Counterattack has been going on for a year, and the minimum age for conscription has been raised from 20 to 18, and now it has reached 16. There is a truth that does not require much IQ to understand, that is, if the conscription age is lower than the normal marriage age, then the world's population will drop sharply.

This was a very dangerous signal, so dangerous that the generals fighting in hell, when they saw a group of new recruits in front of them and noticed the childishness that had not yet disappeared from their faces, began to look at each other and read similar emotions in each other's eyes.

How to resolve a huge hatred?

How should a life-and-death struggle between species be stopped?

All historians throughout the centuries of the Holy Calendar have studied this problem, but have finally come to the conclusion that it is impossible to resolve.

The people in hell think the same way, because their existence is built on hatred.

But in fact, there is an extremely simple way to resolve hatred, but no one in the entire world and in the entire history dares to do so.

Under the joint proposal of the Imperial Military and all the Houses of Representatives, a "Proposal for a Temporary Suspension of War" was sent to the Imperial Emperor, and then torn into pieces in front of him.

At that moment, the warmongerer who was considered extremely terrifying by the world, as well as the most bloody and arbitrary king, revealed a trace of relief in his eyes that no one could detect.

In front of many silent imperial officials who were trying their best to suppress the accusations and even anger in their hearts, he gently stroked the crown beside him, which symbolized absolute power.

He suddenly laughed and then said something very puzzling.

"A few years ago, I remember someone proposed abolishing the [holy calendar] and replacing it with the new calendar. I thought it was meaningless at the time, but now I suddenly realize that it seems to have a sense of ritual."

As he spoke, Moriarty casually fumbled with the edge of the crown, just like someone who had been used to eating delicacies from land and sea and suddenly wanted to eat some grilled chicken wings from a street stall:
"Then next month, the Empire will have a week-long holiday, and each administrative district will prepare its own celebration ceremony, which will be designated as the first year of the new calendar."

The absurd feeling is so hard to describe, but the silence in the field can clearly show how much people resist this order.

The empire now has no reserve funds, and the governments of various administrative regions are running at a loss. Yet they actually want to hold a celebration ceremony at this time. You know, if the factories don't work for a day, they may go bankrupt. In a week's time, the entire empire will face huge economic losses.

Moreover, the reason for the ceremony was actually to change the time to the first year of the new calendar.

At this time, who the hell cares about the name of time? ?
However, there were still some people who had a little expectation for this matter. An old general on the front line stood up and saluted slightly to the young king.

"Emperor Moriarty, the first year of the new calendar is an important day. If the whole country celebrates, then the war on our front line can be slowed down."

Even if the soldiers could rest for one day, many fewer people would die. This might be the only thing that made the elderly general feel relieved.

However.
"The war has nothing to do with the empire's celebration. The war cannot stop."

Moriarty's cold words crushed this last hope. The old general remained slightly bent, with coldness and despair in his eyes that could no longer be concealed.

A month later, the news of the upcoming first year of the new calendar was published in all newspapers. The media seemed to have finally found a ray of light in the miserable life. All the radio broadcasts were filled with an atmosphere of celebration and joy, and festive music that had not been heard for a long time could be heard in the streets.

It was like some kind of carnival before Bin's death.

Sherlock was in a good mood today. He walked to the closet and took out the long windbreaker that he hadn't worn for a long time.

"Why, do you want to go out?" Nightingale asked with a smile after seeing this.

"Well, we've stayed in the house long enough, go out and get some fresh air."

Sherlock said, shaking his face to get some dust off.

(End of this chapter)