big devil holmes

Chapter 131 Heart, Heart!
Sherlock opened his mouth slightly in shock.
He is not a person who is good at being surprised, because he knows that many things can be explained by reason. He was once surprised by his dream, and he was surprised by the tentacle sun that day, and those things were beyond his comprehension.

And at this moment, the scene in front of him also made him unable to understand.

This feeling is incomparably wonderful, he is not only able to see the perspective that descended from the sky, at this moment he can still see the ward in front of him, and he can still see the white quilt, Lord Nightingale is beside the bed, but at the same time, Moran's seemingly inanimate body was also in his head, and the two were strangely not in conflict with each other.

'what's going on? '

Sherlock thought subconsciously
And with this thought in his mind, the emergency room in his mind suddenly disappeared, and then he saw the endless mountains, and he became a ray of wind, rushing along the ridges of the towering snow-capped mountains, and after a while , he came to a town again, a stream passed by the edge of the town, children were playing and playing in the water, he saw a fire, the wood in the fireplace was crackling, he saw an old man buying wine, Saw a drop of dew on a green leaf and saw stars in a clear night sky.
He has seen too many things, these things may appear one after another, or they may rush into his mind at the same time, even with his thinking ability, he finds it a bit overwhelming, but he doesn't know how Stopping, he could only let the countless information wash over his consciousness wave after wave like the ebb and flow of the tide, and what was even more frightening was that he felt that a long time had passed, but unfortunately, he still had a real perspective , so he knows that the time has only passed two or three seconds
This time gap caused an extremely painful sense of tearing in his senses, and he even suspected that if he was a normal person, he might pass out under this kind of washing, or even go crazy!

until
"Are you really okay?"

A voice sounded next to his ears. At this moment, all the information in his mind suddenly disappeared. Sherlock returned to normal at this moment. He didn't even react so quickly. Then, he gasped for a few times. He breathed heavily, and looked at Nightingale who was looking at him with some worry:
"I..." He hesitated for a moment, thinking that he might be suffering from a disease like paranoia.

But he didn't really express this idea, because he could faintly feel that the situation just now seemed to represent
I have finally entered the second stage of the contractor.

At the same time, twelve kilometers away, there is a large general hospital.

It was the family that Sherlock saw when he fell from the sky just now.

The entire hospital was completely closed at this time, and the surrounding guards of the Knights of the Protectorate were constantly patrolling. All the doctors and nurses in the hospital had been dismissed. Now stationed inside is the private medical team of His Royal Highness the Son of God.

However, at this time, the people in these teams did not surround His Royal Highness the Son, but all gathered around a maid.

This maid was the most seriously injured among those who survived the disaster.

Even, she can already be classified into the ranks of the dead.

The injuries all over the body are completely irreversible, the organs are almost exhausted, the nerves of the limbs are broken into several segments, and there are more and more injuries, but there is no way to classify them, because these injuries have already exceeded what a human being can bear. limit.

Outside the isolation window, Moriarty's expression was very calm, but he had been standing in front of the window for two hours without moving, except for the few violent coughs in the middle, his eyes had hardly left the window opposite the glass. That miserable body.

Countless people were busy, and countless medicines and appliances were applied to Moran. A brass device beside her was buckled on her chest. The slightly trembling dial represented that the heart was still beating weakly.

"It's been so many days, and it still hasn't improved?" Moriarty asked without any emotion.

A doctor on the side hesitated for a moment, then said slowly: "Miss Moran's injury is extremely serious, we have already stopped the bleeding, and all the organs have been treated with the most perfect treatment that can be done so far. But the blood loss is too much , coupled with the long-term overload of combat, her heart has entered an irreversible state of decay, and the repair solution can't help."

"I want to hear the result." Moriarty interrupted the other party and asked coldly.

"As a result. She will die."

Moriarty's expression didn't change in any way, but he didn't speak either, just remained silent, looking at the young servant in front of him without blinking.

Not long ago, he had already talked to Miss Nightingale, but... because of the long journey these days, treating patients, and fleeing all night, of course, the greatest possibility is that the five people inside the metal barrier Minutes, in short, Miss Nightingale has no way to use her healing ability in the short term. She even injected a stimulant for this, despite dissuasion, but it still doesn't help.

Everything seems to be an arrangement of fate.

Moriarty has never believed in fate in his life, otherwise he would not be able to conceitedly think that he is a savior, and it would be even more impossible for him to escape frantically from the venue of the Day of Sacred Love under the watchful eyes of countless people.

He has always felt that fate can be changed.

But at this moment, looking at the slightly fading tremor detector, he finally felt the powerlessness originating from the bottom of his heart.

He could only look at it like this, and finally, the beating hands stopped.

At this moment, a trace of panic flashed in Moriarty's eyes. He never experienced such panic when he was eroded by the "Divine Comedy" in the British Library.

"This represents?"

He didn't know why he asked such a question, of course he knew that it meant that the heart had stopped beating. Could it be that he had also become that kind of ridiculous person who tried to deceive himself?

"His Royal Highness, you should rest."

Beside, a doctor said tentatively.

In an instant, the words seemed to have a body, and they threw themselves at Moriarty ferociously, but they didn't hit his ears, but his throat, and then crazily got into his windpipe and pierced into his lungs. This made him start to cough in pain, his whole chest seemed to be hit by countless shrapnel, and he couldn't help but hold his chest, staggered for a while, and gritted his teeth so as not to burst out the pain The ultimate cry!

"Molan. is dead?"

He looked at the calm but blood-stained face on the other side of the window, thinking about their first meeting, the companionship they had not communicated much in more than ten years, the two growing up together, thinking of those sleepless nights , the other party was also standing quietly waiting outside the study, thinking of them riding in a carriage, thinking of the umbrella held by the other party for themselves, countless thoughts turned into a revolving lantern for only the two of them, at the moment Moran died , It seems that I am also following the other party to recall these long but fleeting scenes. And the kiss that dared not move under the light.

However, at this moment, in Moriarty's memory, a person who had nothing to do with the situation suddenly flashed across.

The old man who met him once by the river.
At the same time, he thought of another sentence from the other party.

At that time, Moriarty saw this sentence as a bargaining chip with himself, but when he thought about it now, it seemed to have some kind of prophetic hint.

The old man said that his heart stopped beating for 430 seconds! ! !
Moriarty jerked his head up!
"Find a way to contact Dr. Franklin, the challenger for next year's transposition ceremony."

"What?"

An entourage next to him couldn't help being stunned. He didn't follow His Highness's thoughts at all, and even felt that he heard it wrong, but as a professional, he still responded quickly:
"But Your Highness, the Transposition Ceremony is one of the most important meetings within the Imperial Government. At this time, would it be a little uncomfortable for us to contact Dr. Franklin?"

The man respectfully reminded His Royal Highness the Son, but suddenly, he couldn't continue speaking.

Because he saw the extremely angry eyes of His Highness the Son of God and just looked at each other for a moment, he no longer dared to have any extra nonsense, immediately lowered his head and responded:
"Yes! Let's do it!"

(End of this chapter)