Sherlock Holmes

There is still an hour left before the ceremony of the Day of Holy Love begins.

Auckland Cathedral has never welcomed so many distinguished guests in its life.

Because the saint has not gone through a coronation ceremony, people on the roadside do not have to kneel down to worship her. However, when some clergymen set foot on this long street, the citizens of the empire will inevitably have to bend down to salute.

Because the pope, the archbishop and other people with too high status cannot really all gather in this church to witness this sacred moment. They have traveled thousands of kilometers to this city and have already expressed their support for the Holy See. He was highly respected, and almost everyone who was qualified to stand in front of the Holy Son sent their family members who could represent their identities to attend this grand ceremony.

Of course, there are countless nobles and businessmen who have spent unimaginable wealth in exchange for the right to temporarily stay in the outermost area of ​​​​the church for a few minutes. Here, even if they become familiar with random people, Those might be unattainable opportunities.

"It seems that you are doing well here."

A voice suddenly sounded.

Sherlock, who was sneaking a cigarette in the corner, was startled, raised his head, and saw a familiar face that he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

Catherine was obviously in a good mood after seeing Sherlock, otherwise she wouldn't have come over to say hello, but she still raised her head slightly and assumed a condescending posture:

"I am here on behalf of the School of Life Sciences."

At this time, Catherine was not wearing the battle attire of her Judgment Sister, but was wearing a slim-fitting long skirt in the style of a dress. It was entirely red, but there was a thick white mark on the edge of the skirt, which combined the slender but powerful The beautiful body is highlighted vividly.

The red and white color scheme is the most well-known logo of the School of Life Sciences.

Sherlock frowned slightly. He didn't quite understand why a Sister of Judgment came on behalf of the Academy of Life Sciences, but soon, he thought of what the old priest said at that time.

It seems that Catherine has a family with a very extraordinary status.

Looking back now, this family is most likely related to the Academy of Life Sciences.

"Since I met you here, I might as well ask, you are the most powerful detective in London, right?"

Sherlock didn't know why the other party asked this, but he nodded: "Actually, if you say you are the most powerful in the entire empire, I won't refute you."

"How arrogant." Catherine muttered. After hesitating for a while, she finally said, "Then when the Day of Holy Love is over, can I talk to you?"

"Talk? What to talk about?"

"It's very complicated. It won't be clear for a while."

"No matter what you want to talk about, let's talk about it first. My commission fee is not cheap." Sherlock lit a cigarette leisurely and said: "And I have to emphasize that the job you found for me last time was to deal with the aftermath. The job is not easy, and I almost lost my life because of it. If you want to talk to me, then we have to figure this out first."

Catherine frowned, maybe because she didn't like the smell of cigarettes, or maybe she was dissatisfied with Sherlock's attitude of talking about money in advance. She is a clergyman, please do me a favor, what's in your mind It turned out to be just a reward, but the most likely thing is that she was thinking about what happened after the last case?

Anyway, after a moment of silence, she nodded, and then, much to Sherlock's surprise, she changed her attitude to one that was not annoying:

"No matter what happened, I apologize to you, and I will definitely pay a price that satisfies you."

Not long after, the bell rang, which was the announcement that the venue for the Day of Holy Love was open to the public. The door of the church slowly opened, and everyone began to walk towards the gorgeously decorated inner courtyard.

Catherine naturally walked over like the others.

Sherlock finished smoking the rest of his cigarette and just took a few steps towards the venue. Suddenly, he heard some rustling sounds at a corner.

Curious, he turned sideways and glanced at the small corner, and then he saw an old man in ragged clothes.

The old man was dressed in shabby clothes with cotton turned out, and he wore a hat that had not been washed for a long time, and even had dust layer upon layer, and had become somewhat condensed and shiny, barely covering his extremely dilapidated face. .

At this time, he was rummaging for something in the trash can in the corner.

Um. Although it doesn't match that well, a church with such a holy layout still has trash cans. Otherwise, where would the garbage at the banquet be thrown? Fortunately, these trash cans are all placed in an orderly manner, and all the garbage inside is carefully handled. The classification has become messy because of the old man's random browsing.

"That's what. I don't want to disturb you, but can you please stop throwing the garbage on the ground casually? After you leave, the people in the church will complain about us."

Sherlock couldn't help but remind him.

In fact, he is a little depressed now. Are the outfield security personnel around here so unprofessional that they can even let an old beggar in?

When the old beggar heard Sherlock's voice, he seemed startled and quickly turned his head to look behind him. It could be clearly seen that one of his legs was lame and could only be supported in a bent posture. body, and there are only empty sleeves under one shoulder.

Just like that, the two of them looked at each other a few meters away. The old man's only remaining eye still showed a little cunning, as if he was thinking about how to fight for more for himself in the upcoming expulsion. Garbage time.

However, although Sherlock complained about the security personnel outside, he himself was not the kind of person to do his duty. He waved his hand casually: "Remember to tidy up after you finish rummaging."

With that said, he turned to leave.

at this time

"Little brother, wait a minute."

"Huh?" Sherlock stopped, then raised an eyebrow as he watched the other person limping towards him.

At this moment, he inexplicably felt a strange pressure for a moment, but it disappeared in an instant.

The old beggar walked up to Sherlock and put on a humble smile. However, no matter how he smiled, his face only looked scary.

"What's the matter?" Sherlock asked.

In the process, he had looked up and down all the details of the other party. In the end, he found that the other party was really just an old beggar who was not dangerous in any way.

He felt even more confused, because over the past few decades, his subconscious reactions, coupled with careful observation, rarely made mistakes. So what was the sense of oppression at that moment? Could it be because he had not yet Completely absorbing that pitch-black giant, causing a moment of disharmony in observation and reaction?

"Little brother, you smell of cigarette smoke."

"so what?"

"It's the blues."

He was startled for a moment. Not many people knew this brand, but when he thought about the age of this old beggar and the fact that he had probably been collecting garbage for fifty or sixty years, it was not too surprising to know the taste of Blues cigarettes. People are surprised.

Then, the old beggar shamelessly extended a hand.

"Hey, give me two, I haven't had one in many years."

Seeing that Sherlock didn't respond immediately, he quickly added: "Ah, otherwise, you give me two, and I will pack up the trash can now and leave. I will never cause any trouble to you."

Sherlock hesitated for a while, looked at the other person repeatedly, and finally nodded.

He took out two cigarettes and handed them to the other party.

"Hey, thank you little brother!"

The old beggar quickly held the cigarette in his hand and walked happily to the trash can.

"Don't worry, I'll leave as soon as I finish cleaning up. I'll leave after I finish cleaning up."

at the same time

In a certain room in the church, Her Majesty the Holy Lady finally completed her extremely delicate makeup. Now, no matter where she stands, she can become the most beautiful and holy focus.

"As you said, as long as Miss Nightingale arrives in London, the Holy See will contact her and invite her to cure my father's disease."

"Of course, Your Highness, this is your right as a saint."

"What about my brother?"

"The supply division on the front line of the Crusaders has received a call and is confirming the location of your brother's team. He will be transferred away from the battlefield as soon as possible and will be personally escorted home by the Holy See's team."

Saint Joan of Arc Letitia Hudson took a deep breath, and then lowered the gauze curtain on her head to cover her beautiful face. Then she stood up slowly. She didn't know if she had passed by these days. Without some etiquette training, these few steps showed a touch of nobility.

She came to a door, which was slowly opened.

Countless lights reflected by the crystals shone on her body. She walked out of the light, and the music in the hall rang, which instantly tightened the heartstrings of everyone present.

He saw a man in a suit standing opposite him. The two looked at each other across a huge stage. The man was very strange. He seemed to be slightly older than him, but he should not be too tall. There was a layer of white on the glasses, making it difficult to see his face.

In the middle of the venue, an old man wearing a red robe was more clear. He was the high priest sent by the Holy Light Temple for this ceremony. He smiled, holding a copy of the Holy Light Gospel in one hand, and on his forehead with the other. He made a simple sacramental gesture before speaking slowly.

"Everyone here, have you ever heard of love?"

He spoke softly, and his voice echoed clearly in everyone's ears. Although this was a less irritating opening speech, although the speech of a great priest was definitely worthy of everyone's careful listening.

But almost everyone present could not concentrate. Their eyes kept looking to both sides of the high platform, as if waiting for the real protagonist to appear.

On the other side of the high platform, His Royal Highness the Holy Son just stood quietly, his white glasses covering all his emotions.

Although he was not nervous, there was a bit of pain in his throat. He wanted to take a puff of cigarette. In the past nearly thirty years, for the sake of his own health, of course he would not smoke, but he saw that guy smoking a few days ago. , smelling the spicy smell, he seemed to feel that if he took a breath, he would be able to exhale all the breath in his body, which should be regarded as a kind of refreshing release.

Suddenly, he turned his head slightly and looked at the maid beside him.

"If anything happens, please remember the first rule of the maid's code."

Moran's eyes were hot, warm and determined, and she said with a smile without any impurity:

"Yes, my master."

Saint Leticia, who was standing in the light on the other side, had no idea what the man opposite was doing. Her sight was blocked by the curtain and she was bathed in the light, so she was not worried that anyone would notice something strange about her expression. .

She slowly turned her gaze.

Among the crowd under the stage, a man wearing a long windbreaker was found.

But it was precisely because of the dazzling light that she didn't know if Sherlock was looking at her too.

Is he blaming himself?

Although he just said it didn't matter, how could he not blame himself and drive him out without warning? In that heavy snow, would he have a place to live, would he have a cold, would he be hungry and cold, would he Homeless.

Memories from the past kept flooding into her mind, and she wanted to suppress them, but she couldn't. The dinner they had together, the birthday they agreed on, she clearly asked him to eat cake with her today.

However, there was no cake at all. Instead, he stood gorgeously on a ridiculous stage.

At this moment, the sadness in the saint's heart gradually became stronger and rushed into her nose. She resisted the urge to rush off the stage and hug Sherlock tightly. She repeatedly emphasized in her heart that she was just an ordinary girl. If she could sacrifice love, she would If a broken family can be reunited, then this love can be considered valuable.

And the detective in the audience

He is too ordinary, he does not have this ability, so he has to admit cruelly that love is also a thing that the jungle of the jungle preys on.

"sorry"

She once again repeated what she had said countless times these days and nights, but just like those nights, no one listened.

The beautiful music that followed seemed to suddenly lift the atmosphere to a certain extreme.

The old high priest naturally took a step back along with the music, and the lights paved a dazzling road in front of the Holy Son and Holy Lady.

In this way, the man and woman who had never met before walked forward, gradually closing the distance until they could reach out and touch each other.

"The Holy Light that protects all things, look at this pair of ignorant people. They know nothing about love, and they are full of anxiety about the future. But they stand here today and are about to face all the difficulties and obstacles in the future together.

No matter your future is good or bad, rich or poor, healthy or sick, happy or sad, will you always love each other?

Will they cherish each other, respect each other, trust each other, take care of each other, and be loyal to each other? "

This is a vow that almost everyone knows, but under this scene, there is some kind of magical power that looks upon all things. It seems that as long as you give a simple response, you will really be with each other forever!

The music seems to have been prepared for this moment, a huge melodious ups and downs, pulling all the emotions to the extreme, just waiting for both parties to say that simple word.

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However, this time Yinlang was greeted with a period of silence.

The man and woman standing face to face on the stage were looking at each other. They seemed to be hesitating about something. Seeing that no one spoke, they couldn't help but start to be shocked, and then became even more shocked.

It was at this moment that His Royal Highness the Holy Son seemed to suddenly raise his head, and his body, which had nothing to do with tallness, unexpectedly emitted a strange momentum. In full view of everyone, he turned around resolutely and walked towards the side of the stage.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Countless people in the audience watched this scene, but no one dared to make a sound.

Until Moriarty was about to leave the stage, fortunately, the Holy Light Temple, which serves the Holy Light, was not only in the Holy See, but also the entire empire had a transcendent status, and the high priest it sent had seen the big scene. The first person to react was: "His Royal Highness the Holy Son?"

He asked a question in the softest tone, and at the same time, his family members gathered together, built a human wall, and blocked His Royal Highness the Son on the stage.

Of course, the weak His Highness the Holy Son could not push away the crowd, and Moran also panicked, but these dependents had already dedicated their lives to the Holy Light. Unless they were killed and their bodies were thrown away, there was no way they would be allowed to let go. Find a way out.

Moriarty frowned and found that he was blocked. He was a little angry, but he had no choice but to do it for the time being. He subconsciously looked towards the audience. Suddenly he saw the guy in the long trench coat in the crowd, and he felt a surge of displeasure. In my mind, this guy doesn't know how to dress more solemnly at his wedding? !

"What are you looking at, you bastard? Think of a way to help me!" He said even more angrily!

"Huh?" Sherlock was stunned.

"Help me! Don't you always brag that your brain is better than mine? Then show it quickly."

Seeing that Sherlock did not take action immediately, His Royal Highness the Holy Son glared with great majesty, and then tried his best to lower his voice and said in a voice that was extremely angry but did not want too many people to hear:

"After all, I am also the Holy Son of the Holy See. Why don't you ask me to beg you!"

(This chapter alone is 4,800 words long, so I can’t say it’s too short! Vote!)