Sherlock Holmes

The knock on the door was so soft that it could not travel too far in the night and was easily brushed away.

After a while, a sound of footsteps came from inside the door, and then the door was opened.

An old man with a stooped figure stood in the door.

In the past few years, the only person who could knock on this door at night was the young man who was responsible for delivering newspapers to him.

But when the moonlight shone in, the old man inside the door saw a figure that he didn't know if he could call it 'strange'. He was thin and broken, half of his face and one arm were completely missing, and his drooping sleeves were blown by the wind. Shaking slightly.

In this way, the two elderly people looked at each other through an open door in the night of this small town. The silence lasted for a long time.

This small town is close to the mountains and the sea, bathed in the pouring moonlight and the first ray of light that spreads across the skyline every day. This kind of life is naturally the most comfortable enjoyment in this world.

But some scholars once said that human greed comes from their adaptability. There will be a time when you get tired of eating no matter how impeccable the food is, and there will be a day when you can't stand the sight of the beautiful scenery no matter how beautiful it is.

So for an old man, after seeing the beautiful scenery for decades, it is actually not that attractive anymore.

Old people are open-minded.

Old people are nostalgic.

When decades of life are coming to an end, their withered brains will selectively reject new things and be more willing to reminisce about the past. At this time, time will make people let go of their obsessions and let go of their youth. With the impulse, I began to rummage through my memories fondly, picking up the gratitude or hatred that once filled my heart, similar to the ending that a poem always has, or the ending that a painting will eventually come to.

A dim gas lamp was lit in the inconspicuous shore house. There was nothing to entertain guests in the old man's house, only some tea.

Old Dante slowly poured the tea from the pot into the beggar's cup in front of him. He seemed to have a lot of things to say, but it was precisely because there were too many that he didn't know how to speak for a while, and a long moment passed like this. time, he finally asked:

"Why did you kill me then?"

This is a very strange question, especially when the two people are sitting opposite each other, like old friends who have not seen each other for many years.

In addition, the person who asked this question was the most powerful god in the entire empire, which made this question even more bizarre.

Who can kill Lord Dante, who dares to kill Lord Dante.

Of course, few people in this world know about the silent bullet that almost came from the sky that day, and the slap that shattered half of his body.

The old beggar picked up the wine glass in front of him, thought about it seriously, and replied: "I was young and stupid at that time. I always felt that I could do something for the world. But at that time, your return was really a bit out of touch. The empire was within the scope of its control at that time, and a guy who could fight against the entire society with his own personal power should not exist no matter how you think about it.”

After finishing speaking, the old beggar drank a cup of tea, and then licked his tasteless lips. He seemed a little disappointed, thinking that it would be better if it was wine.

"Just such a simple reason?" Dante asked.

"Actually, it's just that you think it's easy, because you think I can do it. It's like you must have thought at that time that rushing into hell alone wasn't too unimaginable, otherwise you wouldn't have come back."

Speaking of this, the old beggar seemed to be a little emotional:

"Actually, I still feel that the best ending for you is to die on the other side of the gate of hell. You will never be able to put yourself in your shoes and understand how frightened some people in the empire were when you rushed back to the world again. In fact, In their eyes, you breaking out of the gate of hell is more terrifying than that evil god breaking out of the gate of hell.

After all, you can use guns and gunpowder to deal with the evil god, but nothing can be used to deal with you. "

Chatting between old people is always very slow, because they always like to use the knowledge and experience they have summed up in this life to think about every word they say to each other.

After a while, old Dante also smiled bitterly:

"Yes, I was indeed young at the time, but fortunately I quickly understood this, so I chose to live in seclusion here, but I didn't expect that those people were still worried and always thought that I would be better off dead.

In fact, in the first few years, I was really resentful. Several times, I wanted to rush in and kill those bastards who were so superior to me.

But fortunately, I finally endured it.”

Having said this, old Dante was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then looked at the other party with a more interested look. After hesitating for a moment, he asked: "Are you here because of that young man?"

"Yeah." The old beggar nodded and said, "Don't you think? In fact, he is very similar to you. It's just that you held it back at the time, but the kid didn't hold it back. No... he didn't hold it back at all."

Dante was slightly surprised: "So, you have been hiding for so many years, but you dare to come to me for such a person?"

When the old beggar heard this, he put down his tea cup unhappily: "What are you talking about? What do you mean by 'hiding' for so many years? Do you think I am afraid of you and hiding from you?"

"Is not it?"

"of course not!"

"I think it is."

"Fart, no!"

These quarrels came out of nowhere. They were completely unlike the way two old people should chat. The two old guys quickly realized this, looked at each other, and then fell silent at the same time. .

A few seconds passed.

"Anyway, I have already promised not to interfere in the empire's affairs, so it is useless for you to come to me."

The old beggar didn't take it seriously: "Don't lie to yourself. You said you won't interfere. That's because you think you don't need to interfere. Do you dare to say that you didn't interfere in this empire's inheritance ceremony?"

Old Dante did not answer the question, but calmly filled the cup in front of him.

"You may not want to admit it because you feel hypocritical, but you are one of those rare people who are willing to pay and contribute to mankind. No matter how hard you hide it, you can't change this. Otherwise, you wouldn't have chosen to be in a place like this. If you stay here for a lifetime, and it is even more impossible to subscribe to so many newspapers after living in seclusion, you will never be able to let go of this empire."

Dante shook his head: "I said, I will not intervene in this matter and give you 5 seconds to disappear before my eyes, otherwise I will settle the accounts with you 30 years ago."

"You really don't want to talk more? It seems you don't know yet."

"Do not know what is this?"

"I didn't know that in the process of assassinating the old man Augustine, the young man summoned a third-level demon in the ancient Roman city."

The old beggar said calmly, with no fluctuation in his tone.

When Dante heard these calm words, he suddenly felt a little cold. He subconsciously looked towards the window of the hut, only to find that the window was closed tightly and no wind was blowing in.

At this moment, he finally realized that since many years ago, he no longer felt the chill even on the coldest winter nights.