big devil holmes

Chapter 121 Killing Intent!Come from above the sky!
The next day, Hamilton Street in London was crowded with people!
Sherlock never thought that this kind of words with obvious exaggerated modifications would one day be truly displayed in front of his eyes. Naturally, Miss Nightingale's influence cannot only include her heroic deeds. And its ability to cure diseases. It is quite embarrassing to say, according to statistics, the base of healthy people who want to see her is more than that of patients.

This led to every time she announced her city, a large number of people went to that area, crowded together with countless patients, trying to get away with it, in order to see the most beautiful person in the world.

Therefore, every time before she starts treatment, the local medical institutions need to send a large number of personnel to conduct screening. After all, Miss Nightingale is also human, and she will be tired, so she wants to use her energy as much as possible on those on those most in need of treatment.

Of course, even so, it is absolutely impossible for her alone to clean up all the patients in the entire city, but this is already the best she can do.

Hamilton Avenue is a full six blocks away from the London Medical Association, and the crowd has already lined up here, all vehicles have detoured, and a large number of screening personnel have been set up at every adjacent interface. , those with mild symptoms, those who can persist, and those whose family can afford the medical expenses, etc., will all be sent home.

If it is found that someone dares to self-mutilate in order to see Miss Nightingale, they should be dragged away by the nearby nurses immediately. While ensuring that they receive treatment, they will also be punished with imprisonment and fines. The number of places will also be directly sanctioned by the local police.

In short, it is very strict. It was more than an hour after Sherlock got to the first screening gate, and the screening officer just glanced at him and put on a suspicious expression.

"You are sick?"

"Yes, I'm very ill, I suspect I'm going to die." Sherlock replied seriously.

The person in the window was even more suspicious, and there was a trace of disdain in his expression: "Terminally ill? Or injured? Where is the injury?"

Sherlock took a deep breath: "I know I don't look sick, but I'm really hurt, I may suddenly appear in a state of collapse at a certain moment, and I'm very Pain, if it's an ordinary person, I probably won't be able to stand up anymore, I have queued for such a long time relying on my own willpower, so... can you let me pass?"

The person in the window slapped the table in displeasure: "Today I met a total of 211 people who wanted to get in, and you are the least distracted one among them. Anyway, you should also get some bandages on your body, and then sprinkle some blood." go up."

"It's not that I haven't thought about the method you said, but I'm in a hurry and I'm not prepared, and can I really get away with it?"

"Of course not!" The man said angrily, then raised his voice, called two nurses, and pushed Sherlock out of the crowd.

At the stairway at the corner of a block, Sherlock finally found a place to sit. Looking at the thinning sunlight and the unabated crowd, he felt very depressed.

Of course he knows that what he is telling is the truth, but human beings do not have empathy, so whether it is the truth or not depends on others.

These days, he has been in the pain of physical collapse, and he also helped the Son escape from marriage. All kinds of things make it difficult for his brain to enter the state of thinking, so even Nightingale has come to London. I noticed that there is no time to make a few cuts on the body, and then make the wounds old, so as to gain a chance to pass the inspection.

In fact, it can’t be said that he didn’t expect that when he came here just now, he was going to use the fire in the fireplace to lightly roast his arm first. With such a large area of ​​burns, there is a high probability that Miss Nightingale will be killed. opportunity for treatment.

But Sherlock didn't dare. Because he didn't know what his current physical condition was like. If he got injured, it would suddenly destroy a certain balance mechanism between 'health' and 'collapse', leading to It would be too embarrassing for him to die in a blink of an eye, just like the executive who had forgotten his name long ago.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly, Sherlock saw a phone booth on the other side of the crowd.

He seemed to have thought of something, got up and walked into the past.

After putting in a penny, he called a phone number.

"Hello, is this the Oakland Cathedral? I'm looking for His Royal Highness Son."

"That's not a personal name, but His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness of the Holy See. If you insist on asking for a name, it's Moriarty."

"I'm not joking, don't rush to scold me, I am not disrespectful to Shengguang!"

"Didn't you just finish the ceremony of the Day of Sacred Love a few days ago? Why don't you know that His Royal Highness the Son lives in your backyard?"

"It's a fart secret, go find him quickly, in the small villa in the garden of your backyard, just go and knock on the door, and tell him that a man named Sherlock is looking for him urgently."

"Okay, okay, no matter if it's the priest or anyone else, if you want to ask for instructions, go there quickly, please hurry up."

Sherlock leaned against the phone weakly. After a while, finally, a busy beep sounded, and then Moran's voice came from the microphone. When she heard that it was Sherlock, she was a little surprised, but still Hurry up and call her master.

at last
"Hello." Moriarty's voice sounded. I haven't seen him for a few days. His voice seemed very tired. It could be felt that he must be busy with some important things these days.

"Hi, I just found out that I don't have a phone number for your residence, so I asked someone from the church to transfer it." Sherlock said angrily, "I'm going to say something straight, I feel like I'm dying."

"What?!" A suspicious voice sounded from the other end of the phone.

"It's very complicated to say, you are just a mortal, and you can't establish any connection with hell, and you can't become a contractor if you abolish the boss, so I told you, you can't understand."

"." There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, and then an increasingly cold voice sounded: "If you just want to provoke me, then you won't succeed!"

"I didn't provoke you, I was just telling the truth, anyway, my physical condition is very poor, almost on the verge of dying, but you should know that Miss Nightingale happened to come to London during this time So I thought."

"You want her to help you with your so-called injury?"

"Yeah, I don't really want to die." Sherlock said, "Aren't you the holy son of the Holy See? I think you might have a way, right?"

"Hmph!" Moriarty snorted coldly: "Who do you think Miss Nightingale is? She is one of the few existences who can ignore the majesty of the Holy See. Her personal influence is enough to make her independent from the Holy See and the government." No one in this world can ask her to do anything she doesn't want to do."

"including you?"

"Of course it doesn't include me!" Moriarty seemed to have finally won a victory, and a certain kind of pride was naturally displayed in his voice: "I have helped her a little, so I think she should be Give me face, of course, I have to show up in person, otherwise it will appear disrespectful to her."

"You mean, you want to come to me? Then take me to meet Miss Nightingale yourself?"

"Of course, if I don't go, you think you are a third-rate detective in the lower city who still rents a house; a guy who has a name in the most basic security management organization of the Holy See, an unknown guy with no connections Petty citizen! Are you qualified to meet Miss Nightingale? Apart from being a contractor, what advantages do you have? Oh, you are still first-class."

"Why do I think you're still angry?!"

"I don't have it!!" The other end of the phone said with a low voice: "Tell me your location, and I will find you!"

In this way, after Sherlock gave a location, the call was hung up.

After half an hour.

Under a street lamp.
Sherlock was smoking a cigarette when an inconspicuous carriage stopped quietly in front of him.

He got in the car and sat across from Moriarty, so Moran had to sit next to Moriarty, because she was taller than Moriarty, so it seemed a bit strange to sit together, and this The girl servant seemed to be a little cautious, with her hands between her knees, and she didn't dare to approach His Highness the Son.

Sherlock doesn't know much about love, but he must have noticed Moran's state these days, and now seeing her coddling, he couldn't help but ask:
"you two?"

"Master-servant relationship!"

The two said in unison.

"Okay." Sherlock nodded, indicating that he believed it.

The carriage began to move forward quickly. The remodeled axles and balance beams made it feel less bumpy. The seats looked ordinary, but they were extremely comfortable, and all the materials were extremely expensive, presumably It took a lot of extra thought to make it less expensive.

Sherlock can only sigh, he really doesn't understand the world of the rich
The carriage passed through the crowd and came to an exclusive channel where only the staff could enter and exit. The driver didn't know how to operate it. In short, all the people who came forward to check immediately gave up their seats, and the road was smooth. Unhindered, Sherlock occasionally looks out of the window, and looks at a certain security personnel, and can see a moment of panic and extreme respect in the eyes of the other person.

"It has to be said that if the status is high enough, it can bring great convenience to people."

"At the same time, you have to bear a great responsibility." Moriarty said lightly.

Soon, the carriage finally stopped at a side door next to the main building of the London Medical Association. A gray-haired old man in his 60s was already standing at the door. Seeing the carriage approaching, he immediately put on the most humble posture, hunched over waist, and trotted to the front of the carriage.

Sherlock pushed open the door and stepped out.

"Welcome to His Royal Highness Son." The old man bent down a little more, with a trembling and panic in his voice that could not be concealed: "I am the president of the London Medical Association, and I am waiting for you here."

"Ah, I'm not the Holy Son, the guy you want to greet is behind."

"what?!"

The president was startled, but before he could fully understand what the other party meant, Moriarty stepped down from the carriage. Compared with Sherlock, his expression did not have the kind of superior pride, but a look of arrogance. A calm and friendly smile: "The old man doesn't need to care too much about etiquette, I just came to see a friend."

"Of course, of course." The president recognized the wrong person and seemed even more flustered, but he didn't dare to disobey His Royal Highness, so he moved away: "Miss Nightingale is already waiting for you, please Come with me."

In this way, the three of them followed the president to the building.

Maybe it's because the old president has some trembling problems, maybe he was a little excited or scared after seeing His Royal Highness, anyway, his loose trousers couldn't cover his legs for the distance of a few steps. trembling, and a lot of sweat seeped from his back.

Sherlock frowned slightly.

The president of an association at the level of a big city, after all, should have seen some of the world. For this old man, is he a little too nervous?
And at the moment when he stepped into the building, the old president suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky for some reason.
The wind at night was very cold, the noise in the distance was still going on, and naturally there were no meteors passing by in the sky, so Sherlock didn't know why he had to look overhead.

Anyway, several people followed him into the building, passed through several long or short corridors, and finally came to a single lounge.

"My lords, Miss Nightingale is inside." The president bowed slightly: "Then, I won't bother you."

"It's really troublesome for you." His Highness Shengzi replied with a smile.

As if he finally breathed a sigh of relief, he finally performed a respectful etiquette in the Holy See, and then left.

Moriarty walked to the door and knocked lightly.

During this process, Sherlock subconsciously looked at the sky outside the window. Through the window, and then through the dark night, Sherlock fell into the clouds thousands of meters away.

In this foggy city where the moonlight is extremely thin, almost all the light at night comes from gas lamps, and the brightness of gas lamps naturally cannot reach the sky.

That is to say, those dark and dull clouds are like the most natural protective color, covering everything above them.

"As the Son of God, do many people want to kill you?" Suddenly, Sherlock asked.

Moriarty frowned: "Of course, but I'm still alive."

His words were filled with incomparable confidence. Subconsciously, he looked at Moran beside him, and the maidservant also responded with an unadulterated smile, as if she could give the master such a sense of security as a maid, and made her feel more confident. Her life has meaning.

"Why do you ask this suddenly?" Moriarty asked,

It was at this time that two things happened.

One:

A nice voice came from behind the door
"Come on."

Then the doorknob turned slowly
Second:

In the dark clouds without light, a Zeppelin airship painted black slowly revealed its head
then!

It's the second one! !
The third! ! ! !

until the fifth.
The darkness is overwhelming, above the sky, falling towards London!

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