big devil holmes

Chapter 215 Evidence
To be honest, Sherlock was a little surprised when he saw the contents of this letter.

Who would have thought that Mrs. Hudson, Her Royal Highness the Saintess of the Holy See, would write a letter to herself. In fact, it stands to reason that in the traditional cognition of the past two centuries, the Saintess should tie the knot with the Son. Yes, then a saint wrote a letter to herself and specifically said that she wanted to see herself, which is a bit weird no matter how you look at it.

Fortunately, the brain circuits of the Holy Son and the Holy Maiden this year are not normal, and Moriarty told Hudson about his position in all likelihood.

Then a strange man who was invited to have a private meeting with the saint in the middle of the night should not be a problem in the eyes of those escorting the Holy See along the way, right?
Gradually slanting westward, Sherlock was walking in the streets of London in a carriage.

Although the sofa chair was on Baker Street, he could use the distorted sun for fast teleportation, but he still chose to use the traditional way to rush there, the time was enough, and the feeling of being dragged into the universe was not so pleasant .

Maybe the Imperial Inheritance Ceremony is about to start, and all the streets and alleys of this city are starting to put up relevant posters.As for "relevant", most of them are actually praising the great achievements of Augustine the Great over the years, but during his reign, there are really countless great achievements, each of which is like a most powerful Heart booster, once you walk on the street, you can even be infected by those simple words and the deeds contained in the words.

This is not to manipulate people's hearts, nor is it to create public opinion, but to put the facts in front of the people of the empire, and people will naturally judge them.

But in fact, no matter how you judge it, Emperor Augustine is the greatest emperor in the holy calendar, and even in human history.

In contrast, some promotional slogans about [Franklin] posted next to it are not so eye-catching.

There is no way, because the time is too short, even if the holy magazine reports the 50-year-old new politician twice in a row, it will only temporarily allow him to gain some people's sense of identity, but it is impossible to make this sense of identity It has always existed, because he has no political achievements, even if the so-called new energy popularization plan is really great, but before its official implementation, how can the common people know whether it is really effective or just exaggerated.

If you don't implement it, you won't see the effect, and if you don't see the effect, you won't be able to implement it. It seems that all reforms will fall into this ridiculous endless loop.

The carriage passed by a self-service newspaper kiosk, Sherlock asked the driver to wait for a while, then jumped out of the car and came to the kiosk, dropped two pennies and soon, the old machine spit out a newspaper, Sherlock picked it up and looked at it, Stepped into the carriage.

I have to say that the news during this period of time has really shown an explosive blowout phenomenon. First, the inheritance ceremony was brought forward, and then Franklin reported that the murder of the president of the School of Life Sciences has not passed half a month. Now the newspapers are reporting another kind of About medicines that can treat most diseases.

In the related description, the source of this potion is a talented pharmacist, who has developed a new formula based on the repair solution specially provided by the Crusaders. If it can be developed successfully, then this potion can be used in certain To a certain extent, it has the effect equivalent to Nightingale's presence.

Sherlock couldn't help laughing silently. It seems that the methods used by these big shots to build momentum are similar. In fact, it is conceivable that this is to advance the [Life Continuation Experiment], and in a short period of time, let the public have a reaction to this potion. An illusory yearning, if Augustine the Great succeeds in succeeding to the throne, then this experiment will be started along the way.

Driven by the situation and the will of the people, not to mention the addition of a political achievement, it can also drive more funds towards this experiment. After all, the money of the empire comes from the working people at the bottom, so the people The things that look good, that is, the things that make the most money, all bastards without assholes are well aware of this.

Oh, if this experiment is really successful, then Sherlock can guarantee that this so-called 'genius pharmacist' will also take advantage of the trend and become a candidate for the new generation of dean of the School of Life Sciences. It won't take long. The self-governing authority that the Life Sciences Institute has spent decades acquiring will also be a dead letter.

Sherlock closed the newspaper and looked at the gradually melting snow outside the window. Unknowingly, the carriage drove across Long Street and finally arrived at Baker Street, which he was familiar with.

At this time, a very ordinary carriage was parked in front of No. 221B, but the pure white horse was a little conspicuous, but fortunately it was not too rare, so it would not attract too much attention. The maid in the winter coat stood beside the carriage, her eyebrows lowered, and she said nothing. Sherlock could tell from the extra piece of fabric under the cuffs and skirt that under the winter coat, she seemed to be wearing a white suit. Nun costume.

The white nun's dress is extremely rare, and Sherlock only saw it once on the day of holy love.

"dong dong dong"

He came to the door on the first floor
In fact, in the past few months, he has subtly regarded this place as his home, but at such a moment, he seems to recall the situation when he was a tenant a few months ago.

At that time, Mrs. Hudson was just a landlord. Who would have thought that at this moment, the other party was already a saint respected by all people, so when I saw her, would I need to kneel down to worship?

Just as she was thinking, there was a sound of footsteps in the room, and then the door opened, and it was a nun in a white robe who opened the door. She didn't say much, but stepped aside directly, and made a gesture of inviting in.

Sherlock walked into the room.
In fact, the room has not changed much. Even if Watson is a bit of a clean freak, it is not enough to renovate the room. At this time, a familiar figure is sitting beside the brightly wiped table.

My own landlord, Saintess Leticia.

But at this time, the landlady was not wearing a gorgeous dress, nor was she wearing a beautiful headdress of golden sunflowers on her head. She was still wearing the plain attire she often wore before. That pair of seemingly ordinary pendants showed what kind of rights she had.

"I have to say, I thought this bunch of flowers would have died long ago when I came back, but I didn't expect that they are still alive now, and they are much more vibrant than when I raised them."

Mrs. Hudson reached out and fiddled with the leaves by the window, as if she wanted to behave as usual, but in those eyes that were erratic and not looking at Sherlock, she could feel that she was actually in an extremely complicated mood now.

But in the end, she mustered up the courage to look at her tenant, and then said with some resentment: "Don't look at me with that kind of eyes, don't you think that saintesses are usually dressed like a white sunflower? That suit will only appear at ceremonies, and if you wear it normally, you can’t even take care of yourself.”

She was telling the truth, not trying to hide the embarrassing disguise, and it seemed that after becoming a saint, she hated that beautiful and dazzling costume.

Sherlock smiled. Seeing him again after a few months gave him some illusions. He didn't kneel down to worship, and he didn't perform any pious etiquette of believers. He just bowed slightly: "Indeed, beautiful Things are generally not so practical."

Following these words, he also came to the table and sat down, and a nun in white robe next to him quietly poured him a cup of tea with an incomparably respectful expression.

"These people are my personal maids. Although I have said many times that I can do some things by myself, but they don't listen at all. Afterwards, I asked specifically. These nuns have been trained to serve saints since they were young. If you Always rejecting them will make them feel anxious."

Sherlock nodded, picked up his teacup and took a sip: "Going back to London this time, are you passing by?"

His tone was like meeting an old friend.

"Hmm." Seeing that the other party didn't say anything else, the landlady seemed relieved, and then nodded:
"In the past few months, I have been traveling to and from the various dioceses. In fact, I realized that this job is not easy at all because the saintess needs to preach to the various dioceses of the empire, and the evangelists are still those people. Priests, people like the Pope. During this period of time, I have to memorize the "Gospel of the Holy Light". Hey. To tell you the truth, seeing those priests who used to be high and high are prostrate at their feet every day, it is really amazing There is no sense of accomplishment at all, because they are not worshiping me at all, but worshiping the Holy Light. I am like a member of the propaganda department of the Holy Light in the world. I really miss the time when I was a waiter in a restaurant. .”

A saintess is actually thinking about the time when she worked in a restaurant. If other people heard this, everyone would be shocked. Fortunately, the nun next to her has long been the most loyal servant of the landlady, so in front of their The face can speak freely.

After that, the two people at the table began to chat casually, but most of the content was about each other's recent situation, body, the golden sky in Jerusalem, etc. Mrs. Hudson did not mention what Sherlock said in the case of Professor Darwin. Playing a tough role, Sherlock didn't ask His Royal Highness how many devout believers he had met during this period, they tacitly avoided some past events, avoided the heavy snow a few months ago, avoided those Breakfast in the morning, and beef soup at night.

But even if they don't say it, the landlord and the tenant also know that they are no longer unknown passers-by on the streets of London. Among them, Hudson's mood is actually more complicated. Who would have thought that there was once an unknown The legendary detective has turned into such a powerful person.

As we talked, the night outside the window became darker. After a flicker of the gas lamp, Mrs. Hudson finally fell silent, and then looked into Sherlock's eyes solemnly.
"Actually, I called you here this time not just to reminisce, but also to tell you something very important." Speaking of this, she slowly exhaled: "I found Emperor Augustine the Great to plan the Great London War." Evidence of disaster."

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The teacup in Sherlock's hand froze, staring at the girl in front of him intently.

He had sensed that his landlord had been hiding some words for a long time, but he didn't expect that when he opened his mouth, it turned out to be such a sentence.
When the disaster happened, she had already left London and was on her way to Jerusalem, and everything after that seemed to have nothing to do with her. In fact, from all angles, this Holy Maiden should not be involved in this In a huge conspiracy.

But at this time, the word "evidence" came out of the other party's mouth suddenly, so Sherlock had to look at the other party seriously in order to distinguish more things from the other party's expression.

"Why are you looking at me with that kind of eyes? I'm the saint of the Holy See. Do you think I'm really useless except preaching everywhere?"

Hudson's tone sounded resentful, but the corner of her mouth was smiling, as if she felt that being able to help the detective in front of her was something to be extremely happy about.

(End of this chapter)