Sherlock Holmes

Watson must be angry

In fact, most of the time, he habitually maintains a peaceful or even quiet attitude toward most people, regardless of whether he is pretending to be.

But Sherlock seemed to be able to feel that just yesterday, after he came into contact with the officer named Baskerville, he became much less talkative.

It can be seen that he must be in a bad mood all the time.

As for the person in charge of the factory in front of me, in the final analysis, there is nothing wrong with him.

His parents died in the second demonic invasion, but the Holy See, to whom the family worshiped devoutly, did not help him.

Maybe at that time, all the power of the Holy See was fighting against a more terrifying enemy. Maybe in some invisible places, the corpses of the Crusaders had already piled up like mountains. Maybe on the coast of Redeker Strait, the plasma of countless people melted into At the same time, it was frozen by low temperature and turned into a long bloody river with ice crystals.

The government army's protection of the city was also at its most difficult moment. Large war machines could not be used freely in the hinterland of the empire. Most of the soldiers could only use flesh and blood to stop the terrifying demons. Some were seriously injured and some died.

In fact, the whole world was not much different from the factory area where he was at that time. However, these were not important to the civilian uncle in front of him, because he could only see what was in front of him.

He was just a teenager at the time. His parents were indeed dead, and no one came to save them.

Of course, civilians cannot have the world in mind. Their world is just one-third of an acre in front of them. No one would ask a factory worker to look at the relatives around him with the eyes of the entire empire.

So of course he gets angry when no one saves his world.

There was nothing wrong with the people of the Empire who died, and there was nothing wrong with the soldiers of the Empire who died.

So where is the source of all this anger? What went wrong?

Is it a devil? Is it a system? Is it the lack of materials and wages? Is it military spending? Or is it that the bad information is not equal?

In fact, Sherlock didn't know, and maybe Watson didn't know either, so he pulled out the ashtray from the other person's mouth, watched a tooth fall from the other person's mouth, and then listened to the painful wailing, extremely apologetic Bowed.

"I'm sorry, but as my partner said, he just needs a factory." Watson said calmly.

In fact, there are still some people in this world who want to try to change the world. If the person in charge of this factory can find a place that Sherlock wants within 10 minutes, then one day, if the world really becomes It's better, so he undoubtedly contributed to this change.

However, he didn't know how powerful he was, and most civilians didn't know what they could do for the world.

So the person in charge of the factory in front of him was just a little confused. He didn't know why the beautiful man in front of him knocked out one of his teeth and then apologized to himself, like a schizophrenic patient.

So he still cursed, swallowed the blood oozing from his teeth, pointed at Watson and roared, 'I'm going to kill you! ’ something like that.

But the latter didn't refute at all, he just looked at the other party with apology all the time, and this apology came from the heart.

Finally, 10 minutes later, Sherlock stood in front of a spacious factory door and looked at Watson meaningfully.

"It seems that the relationship between you and your colleagues at Baijiajie is not as cold as you said."

Watson squinted his eyes and smiled: "You have been growing flowers for a long time, and it will make you feel sad to see them wither. What's more, those people are not bad. It's just that Priest Thompson's prayer time every day is indeed a bit too long."

"." Sherlock was silent for a moment, and he suddenly found that he seemed to still be able to clearly remember the faces of those people.

Maybe it's because my memory is too good. After all, those are just people who meet by chance in my own world, but they are all dead.

Those caught in the crash of the airship also died.

Human sadness or sadness is a very strange emotion. For example, when a loved one dies, many people cannot cry at all and are just indifferent. However, a few days later, during an ordinary breakfast, they may accidentally discover, When the plate on the table was missing one portion, he collapsed instantly and started crying uncontrollably.

Of course, it was impossible for Sherlock to cry loudly, but he still realized belatedly at this time that those who died were not just an element in the case he was investigating. Of course, they were not just the "dead". , they all have their own lives and their own world. Their deaths have brought grief to more people and changed more people's lives. Just like the person in charge of the factory who has been depressed all his life.

"I suddenly realized that I seemed to be really doing something that could change the world." Sherlock said with a somewhat self-deprecating smile.

"Yeah, I realized it too." Watson responded.

At this time, he almost uncontrollably thought of a divination he performed a long time ago in the alley opposite his home.

The old beggar said that he could change the world, and Sherlock was the opportunity to change the world.

At the time, I felt that this sentence was perfunctory, but now it seems that everything seems to have some signs.

"Okay, I'll go in for a while, and you guys will help me guard the place."

"What are you going to do?" This time it was Hopkins who asked the question. In fact, he had wanted to ask it for a long time, but he never found the time.

"Didn't I tell you to leave the transportation of that machine to me?"

After saying that, Sherlock walked in and closed the warehouse door.

At this moment, Watson and Hopkins were the only ones left outside the factory. They didn't look at each other, they just stood so quietly.

"Do you have a cigarette?" Watson asked suddenly.

"Sorry, actually I don't smoke much."

"Yeah, I didn't smoke much before. But after I met this guy, I smoked a little occasionally. If I continue at this rate, I might become addicted to cigarettes after a while." Watson seemed to be recalling something, lightly. He said: "Have you not noticed that Sherlock has a magical power? He seems to be able to subtly change other people around him."

"Of course they found out that this includes me." Hopkins sighed, looking a little bit unable to let go: "Oh my God, there was a murder in my court. I can't believe it now. What was even more unbelievable was that in the afternoon, my teacher, the current chief judge of the trial court, actually called me. He did not blame me, but said that I had done a good job and asked me to try my best to reconcile with this person. Guys make good connections.

Why."

He lowered his head feebly and smacked his lips. He felt that the tip of his tongue was a bit chewy, and he couldn't help but think of the spicy taste left on his lips and teeth by the blues cigarette:

"It seems that I will have to carry a pack of cigarettes with me from now on."

Just said this.

"Crash!" There was a sound, and the door in front of him suddenly opened. Sherlock walked out tiredly, twisting his stiff neck:

"What are you going to do tonight? Is this your first time in London? Do you want to buy you a drink?"

he asked Hopkins.

The latter looked unresponsive. He didn't know why the other party suddenly said: "That's not necessary. I am a special envoy. There are many things here. How can I have time?"

"Oh, that's a shame."

"Wait a minute." Hopkins saw that the other party was about to leave and quickly stopped him: "Aren't you going to prepare to transport the machine? I think you should hurry up. After all, you have to communicate with the escort over there. Hand over the team, they move very quickly, if you miss it, it will be difficult to contact them again."

"I've finished moving." Sherlock said, and then specially added: "Don't ask why, it's very troublesome to explain. Anyway, you already regard me as a monster, so you should try your best to accept whatever I do." Enough."

After saying that, he winked at Watson, which meant that he thought there was nothing going on here and was ready to leave.

Hopkins was stunned for a second, and then he understood what the other party said: "Haha, what are you talking about?"

He didn't understand the punchline of the other person's joke, so he chuckled helplessly.

And just then.

His gaze accidentally crossed the other party's shoulder, and then he seemed to see a huge outline in the middle of the factory building behind him.

Hopkins clearly heard a 'pop' in his ears, which was the sound of his heart pumping vigorously.

He immediately walked towards the door of the factory, and then looked at the extremely complicated huge machine inside and was silent for a long time. Then he turned around suddenly and saw Sherlock and Watson walking outside.

"Wait a moment!"

"Ah?" Sherlock turned around: "Is there anything else?"

"No, nothing." Of course, Hopkins still had many things to ask, and his stomach was almost filled with questions, but in the end he just shook his head, feeling that it would be useless no matter how much he asked:

"In a few days, the equipment will be ready. Where can I find you?"

"Baker Street, 221B." Sherlock said as he walked forward, "If you really can't find me, just ask any policeman and mention my name, and they will take you to find me."

Then, he added in a low voice: "Of course, you'd better grab the other person in advance, otherwise they might run away."