big devil holmes

Chapter 98 Chasing and Killing
[Humans, can't wait! 】

This is a sentence that is almost extremely arrogant, but in Moriarty's thinking, it can't even stir up the most ordinary ripples.

Because if we want human society to really move forward to the next stage, we have to go through a more difficult road.

The opening of the gates of hell almost established all the history after the first year of the holy calendar and the modern thinking of mankind. Everyone habitually believes that as long as the Holy See is still there, human beings cannot perish, and the Holy Light will always protect this race. It is the foundation of 'life'!

And the empire and the existence of the so-called law can also make life continue as before. Although it is a bit bitter and tiring, watching those beautifully dressed rich people go in and out of high-end restaurants will cause some psychological gaps, but it will not be forced. Everyone jumps off a building, this is the foundation of 'life'.

Life and living is what most people are after, no one wants to change, no one cares that the casualties on the front line are getting heavier, no one cares that the conscription is getting harder every year, no one cares about the dark clouds in the sky The rain is getting more and more intensive, the farmers are becoming less and less due to the acid drop, the growth of the trees has gradually failed to keep up with the burning rate, the river water has gradually been soaked in the smell of decay, the output of steel is getting less and less, and the imperial currency The engraving frequency has changed from once every two years to once a year and four months now, no one cares. This world is slowly dying.
The world must change!

And change is bound to bring pain!
Unless there is a supreme person who dares to bear this kind of pain, and bear all the slander, abuse, slander, and the population drop, economic collapse, and industrial depression brought about by the reform, all alone!

And this person will definitely be regarded as the most insane and notorious sinner in the entire history of mankind!
But he still wants to set off a cruel and extreme change!
Even if it looks more like the greatest crime committed against all mankind!
Oh, to put it simply, in fact, it is impossible to expect this crime to happen. After all, the government of the Holy See, the two old enemies who have worked for centuries, cannot allow all the above to happen.

The Pope of the Holy See and the Emperor of the Empire cannot be fools.

Unless, the pope and the emperor are the same person!

"What is that guy doing?" Moriarty asked with his eyes closed, soaked in the repair fluid.

He knew that Moran must be by his side.

"Someone from the First Intelligence Unit called just now and said that Mr. Holmes is carrying his luggage."

Moran was just reporting, but her voice was a little choked up. Thinking of the pain her master had just endured, she couldn't stop crying, but she still forced her tone to be normal.

Moriarty smiled gently as always: "You're worried about me"

"Ah! I'm sorry!" Moran hurriedly knelt down by the pool, and her expression suddenly became extremely firm. Only then did she realize that her state of mind just now had faint signs of surpassing the relationship between master and servant. This is absolutely impossible. forgiven.

"Hahaha——" Moriarty laughed and said, "My life is actually quite boring. If you do everything according to the "Professional Maid Guidelines", wouldn't I be suffocated to death?"

"." Moran didn't dare to answer, she didn't dare to guess what the master meant.

"Crying, or laughing, are all expressions of inner emotions. You have sworn that everything belongs to me, so the true emotions in your heart must also belong to me, so...don't always hold back, we have known each other for almost 20 years , I want to know your emotions." The man in the pool said gently.

The girl next to her still didn't dare to guess the meaning of this sentence, but she started to panic inexplicably.

"What do you want to ask me?" Moriarty said suddenly.

"Are you in pain?" Moran asked subconsciously, then was taken aback suddenly, and quickly covered his mouth.

"A little bit more, but it's not a problem." His Royal Highness Shengzi answered her question naturally: "It's just that I lost a book, and I still have something to say. I want to go and relax later. Don't stay too far away from me."

"Yes!" The girl's tone was still trembling, but she didn't quite know why, she just felt the warm humming in her head.

"By the way, you just said that that guy is carrying luggage?"

"Yes." Moran quickly withdrew his thoughts: "Mr. Holmes seems to want to move some clothes and daily necessities into that room. Also, he seems to have some kind of perception ability, and he will always find intelligence personnel. Monitoring his position, within an hour, I have already changed three groups, and I was blown away by him every time, and the feedback given there is a bit hard to keep an eye on."

Moriarty grinned.

That guy had just had positive contact with him, so the security personnel he brought would inevitably monitor him closely.

And his own security personnel must be the most elite group of people selected from the entire Holy See. They even have the ability to pass through visual barriers, filter chaotic sounds, and even detect the whereabouts of targets hundreds of meters away. If they were asked to monitor a clergyman, they would never expose it.

But such a group of people were forced by that guy to be almost unable to monitor, which is too funny.

As a result, Moriarty burst out the most genuine laugh these days.
"Hahaha—as expected of a guy who can read faster than me!"

Moran looked at him with a bewildered expression. At the same time, she also thought of the man who had only been a contractor for less than two months, and who escaped her attack so easily. She always felt extremely weird.

She wanted to remind her master and suggest that he stay away from that person, but when she thought of the master calling that person a 'friend', she quickly swallowed back the words!
early morning.

The heavy snow had no intention of stopping, and the sunlight outside the window could hardly pass through the snow curtain, and it already seemed groggy.

In such weather, even horse-drawn carriages could not move normally, and most factories were forced to close down, because forcing the machines to work in such an environment would cost the boss his life for the fuel consumed.

As a result, today's London has become extremely deserted, and there are hardly any pedestrians on the street.
Sherlock reluctantly moved a few big boxes into the small room in the library. In fact, this place can still be lived in, with good air circulation and soundproof walls, and the book has already been burned, so the only one who will The kid who frequented it probably won't come again.

In this way, Sherlock's temporary stay here for a few days cannot be called 'occupancy of public areas'.

After the heavy snow stopped, he was going to go out and find a new place to live, or...whether he could try to live back at 221 Baker Street.

I don't know what happened to Mrs. Hudson, or else, go check it out.

Sherlock suddenly felt that he was so hesitant to investigate something, which was a bit too uncharacteristic of his usual style.

And at the same time.
Just outside the British Library, on the empty long street, a figure wrapped in a thick coat came quietly from the heavy snow. He pressed the hat on his head so as not to be swept away by the strong wind. He took a photo out of his pocket.

The man squinted his eyes, looked at the picture of a person walking into the British Library with several large boxes in the photo, and confirmed that this person was the person to be executed in the order of Pope Theodore
what do you say that is?

Chirod? ? ?
Sheddick? ? ?
Forget it, I heard it's just a one-stage contractor.

He didn't quite understand why he had to let himself, an advance army from the front line of the Crusader Legion, come forward to deal with a first-stage contractor. Maybe it was because he happened to be passing through London.

In short, the instructions given by the Pope are just a matter of respect and passing by.

So, he put the photo in his pocket and walked towards the British Library against the wind and snow.

(End of this chapter)