Sherlock Holmes

Sugar can dispel bitterness, love can heal sadness, and joy can naturally cover up anger.

In just a few days, with the public's efforts to exaggerate the situation, the atmosphere in the empire changed from anger to national celebration. It was as if the previous general strikes and parades were a dream that no one would remember. .

The enthronement ceremony of the new king of the empire is held in the holy city of Jerusalem. This is a tradition of the empire and a proof of the long-term friendly relationship between the world government and the Holy See. In the past sixty years, this enthronement ceremony has actually been held every time. There is no difference, because it is the old pope who has always given the old emperor the crown that he has carried for decades amid the endless brilliance of sunflowers and the pious kneeling of the people below. That's all.

Even in recent years, the old pope has stopped appearing in public, and Emperor Augustine rarely left the ancient Roman city due to serious illness, resulting in the enthronement ceremony being almost like a festival with no special events.

But today, everything is different.

The person standing on the ceremony stage was no longer the white-haired old man, but a man in his 50s with brown hair and a kind face.

Originally, Mr. Franklin was not favored by the people of the empire because the theories he promoted were too advanced and the grand scenes he painted were too beautiful, like a painting with bright colors, too beautiful to be believed.

But not long ago, the old emperor dragged his seriously ill body and told all the people in a passionate declaration that this painting is true and that the future of mankind is so beautiful and vibrant.

At this moment, the entire empire was plunged into an unprecedented excitement of celebration. In the golden light below, all the people worshiped. His Royal Highness the Son of God and the new king of the empire on the ceremony stage were like signs of the beginning of a prosperous age. The hat worn on The crown on Mr. Franklin's head is like the first bell of a new era for mankind. The people below all had tears in their eyes, thankful that they were born in this era and witnessed mankind's great journey.

During this period, the political center of the empire, the ancient Roman city of France, did not overflow with much joy.

This is the case in this city. There are no festivals on its calendar and it does not comply with all statutory holidays of the empire. The tens of thousands of government workers here have strictly followed everyone's working hours since the start of the Holy Calendar. , working conscientiously in their respective positions, like a huge machine that has been running stably for three centuries.

Recently, due to the previous parade and the later declaration of the old emperor's abdication, a lot of people gathered here, and because the steam train couldn't run, they could only stay here temporarily, which finally added a little bit to the city. A breath of life.

The time came to three o'clock in the afternoon, and another steam train traveled a long way and finally stopped at platform No. 11.

The transportation volume here has been extremely heavy recently, and the transportation department had to rush to dispatch more trains. At this moment, a beautiful girl got off the car and walked towards the exit of the platform.

Because most of the ancient Roman cities were filled with stranded imperial citizens, few people would 'get off' at this stop. Several flight attendants couldn't help but look at the girl's back.

Of course, it's not that I have any doubts about her getting off the bus, I just simply feel that this woman is too tall and too beautiful, and many of the people stranded here are nobles or political figures who have come from various places, so I don't know if such a top-notch woman is the wife or pet of a high-ranking official. I really only dare to look at her from a distance and don't dare to provoke her.

In short, this woman walked out of the station smoothly. Since she didn't bring any luggage, she passed the checkpoint smoothly and finally set foot on the land of this ancient city.

Then, at a certain moment when no one noticed, he walked into the shadow of a building and just disappeared without a trace.

At night, in a pub set up in the city.

A man with a somewhat aristocratic appearance opened the door and walked in. Since there were more aristocrats in the city recently, this man did not attract too many people's attention. Only the female bartender behind the bar had a beautiful face. I took a brief glance at it, but I didn't dare to appreciate it too blatantly.

In a corner of the tavern where the gas light was not very bright, there sat a man wearing a windbreaker and an old top hat. He did not pretend to be mysterious and sat with his back to the door. He was just quietly drinking sips of wine. The dim The light coincidentally casts the shadow of the brim of the hat on his face, making it difficult to see clearly.

After Watson walked into the tavern, he saw the other person at first sight, but he did not walk over immediately. Instead, he carried a small suitcase and walked to the bar and ordered a glass of wine.

In this way, he drank slowly, just like all the people who did not catch the last train and were forced to stay here.

Soon, the seemingly withdrawn man in the corner seemed to have had a little too much to drink. He stood up unsteadily and walked towards the back door of the tavern. It was the same in all taverns around the world. An alley where people who drink too much go to vomit.

After a while

"Excuse me, where is the bathroom?" Watson asked.

"Oh, in the back." The girl bartender pointed in a certain direction. She might be a little shy, so she didn't have much communication with the man in front of her.

After Watson thanked him very gentlemanly, he walked to the back of the bar, but did not enter the bathroom. Instead, he quietly opened the back door of the bar.

"Why did you come faster than me?"

Watson asked curiously in the alley behind the bar.

He didn't bring any special luggage, and he was also in disguise, so the journey was basically smooth. However, Sherlock had to find a way to stand out from the surrounding Baker Street, and also find a way to sneak into the train or airship. The most important thing is that He also had to help himself bring a lot of contraband that couldn't pass the checkpoint. No matter which one it was, it was quite difficult.

But looking at the opponent's posture, he arrived a long time earlier than himself.

Sherlock shrugged his shoulders: "Believe me, there's no way to explain this."

"Okay." Watson actually accepted it on the spot without asking any more questions, and then said again: "Where are the things I asked you to bring?"

"Oh, wait a minute." Sherlock said, turned and walked into the deepest shadow of the alley, and when he reappeared, he was already carrying a suitcase that smelled faintly of blood.