"Hmm...is this what the 'Trolley Problem Dimension' is like?"
After collecting the "fishing village fragments", or the "station", Irisviel did not continue to wait for new "problems" to appear, but directly reached out to grab Sherlock's shoulders and took him off the spot.
Thomas's spin, Cobra maneuver, and whirlwind charge were irregular and meaningless, and he jumped out of the "water" with a "pop"—at least that's how Sherlock felt it.
As expected, the surroundings turned into endless gray fog again, and Irisviel also resumed her outfit of a furry high hat and a furry coat of the same style. The person directly under Sherlock's feet naturally just escaped from the fog.
The "Trolley Problem Dimension".
Its "painting style" is extremely crude, and it looks like graffiti by someone who is not good at painting. The main part is a section of railway track, with a tram running on it. The railway track bifurcates not far ahead, leading to each other.
There are two forked roads leading to one person and five people, and at the fork in the road, a little man who is also a simple figure is standing there holding a toilet pusher.
...No, that should be the switch.
And judging from the current flying posture, it should be the dimension that I left from the position of the switch just now.
"When we interfered with the 'choice' before, everyone turned a blind eye to us. This may be related to the position we were in just now." Sherlock hesitated and asked Irisviel: "If we start from the 'tram' or
What would happen if the location of the ‘Bound One’ entered this dimension?”
"It seems that you have somewhat understood the nature of 'dimension', which is good," Irisviel praised him, and then said: "The overall process is similar. No matter which side you are tied to, you have to perform various performances.
In order to make the inaccessible 'switchman' choose to hit the other side, and if you are unlucky enough to be on the tram, you can only be prepared for a 'crash' and a 'rollover'."
"Well……"
"Stop thinking about it, guess what my action of picking you up from the sea means?" Irisviel interrupted his thoughts of review.
Sherlock originally wanted to say, "Have I fallen into the abandoned part from the beginning?", but somehow he remembered the rules of the "White Queen" restaurant and subconsciously said:
"[Provide free food to shipwrecked people]?"
"!
"
The hand holding Sherlock's shoulder shook and he almost threw him out.
"Lady Irisviel?"
"Huh..." Irisviel stopped walking, or flying, let go of her hand and turned to Sherlock, staring at him with bright red eyes: "Originally, I wanted to send you back after setting up the platform and repairing the train.
But now I have changed my mind.”
"Change your mind? Is there anything special about that sentence?" Sherlock was puzzled: "I just made a joke based on the rules of the store she opened because I know you know our principal."
And I heard that that sign has been up in Hell's Kitchen for almost five years.
"Since you said that, I have to let you watch the whole process of what I plan to do. As for the reason," Irisviel blinked and raised a slender finger to her lips: "[Prohibitions]
】.”
"..."
In the words of the White Queen, is she... "selling cuteness"?
————
Dang, Dang, Ding!
Some distance away from the "Trolley Problem Dimension", where the gray fog had just re-covered it, Irisviel began to "build" the station.
Different from the "disassembly" and "assembly" that Sherlock expected, the deserted fishing village began to "melt" like a candle burned by a flame, and every time the large drops of "wax oil" gathered dropped,
, it will automatically transform into a part of a more classic train platform during the falling process, and will be seamlessly embedded with other already formed parts amidst the collision of metal and stone.
In the words of this mysterious lady, this process is more complicated than what he saw. If he had more relevant knowledge, he would be able to understand what happened in the entire process - no matter how you think about it, it belongs to the knowledge of the universe demon.
Bar!
After the station was built, "1:5" was clearly written on the platform name. Well, I finally understood what those strange station names were all about.
And when Sherlock thought that Lady Irisviel was going to use the debris of airplanes and cruise ships to build a "train", she "grabbed" an entire "Galaxy Train" out of the surrounding gray fog out of thin air.
"No. 999" is the same classic steam train, but it is covered in rust and dirt. The body and the carriage are occupied by unknown plants. It looks like it has been missing in some primitive forest for a long time.
"I said I wanted to 'repair' it," Irisviel said as if she guessed what he was thinking: "If the 'Galaxy Train' can be easily destroyed, it would be better for the 'Galaxy Railway' to close its doors as soon as possible."
Isn't it already... Well, I didn't think about anything.
"Hmph, hum, hum~?" Irisviel hummed an unknown tune while using movements that seriously violated the perspective of far and near space to "smear" the fragments of airplanes and cruise ships on the train, and as she moved
behavior, the entire train gradually regained its luster as if it were traveling back in time.
"[——!——!]" Finally, when the train was completely repaired, the "Black Mist Train Conductor" who was very familiar to Sherlock jumped out of the cab of the locomotive and said hello happily in a language he couldn't understand.
.
"I'm very happy too, Xiao An. Thanks to Mr. Holmes for helping me this time."
"[——,——?]"
"No, the wool can't catch a pig. Next time it will generate a relatively complete 'question mechanism'."
Although I don’t understand it, this must be a conspiracy hatched by the devil of the universe.
"[——!]" The black mist train conductor came to Sherlock and bowed deeply to him.
"Uh, it's okay. You're welcome. I also have something to trouble Ms. Irisviel." Sherlock waved his hand repeatedly.
"It's a bit strange, isn't it?" Irisviel watched the Black Mist train conductor return to the cab, and then said: "Xiao An is not the conductor of a certain Galaxy train, but the conductor of all trains, so naturally he can
Feel free to show up on 'any train'."
"..." Anyway, it's some kind of knowledge about the demon god of the universe.
"Then, this is what I want you to witness," Irisviel took off the fingerless glove on her left hand and showed the back of her hand to Sherlock.
"……Um?"
On the back of the hand that looked a little pale because of the lack of blood, there were three bright red lines that made Sherlock feel familiar: one depicting the downward curve of the fishing village terrain, two short vertical lines that could vaguely see the shape of a cruise ship, and one that was obviously the shape of a cruise ship.
Horizontal lines of airplane silhouette.
"You want to..." Sherlock had a guess, but he didn't dare to believe it.
"I want to summon 'him' over," Irisviel gently stroked the back of her hand: "This is a rare opportunity. He has the conditions to appear, but those three... don't."
Sherlock had nothing to say about this. During the process of completing the tram problem, he vaguely guessed that Ms. Irisviel had some kind of relationship with the 'answerer', but he only thought it was to make up for regrets or something else.
But "summoning"?
"[——,——,——.]" Irisviel turned her palms to the open space in the station and began to recite some kind of incantation that was very similar to the one pronounced before by the black mist train conductor.
As she chanted, the environment around the station also changed.
The gray fog that originally filled all directions was replaced by the dark sky and the fiery red earth. In the sky above the head, there was a black sun with only a circle of flames burning around it. Under the black sun, those flames seemed to leak out.
', and a trace of "fire" is dripping towards the red earth.
The dripping line of fire was right where Irisviel's palm was. After it came into contact with the "platform", it did not catch fire or break down, but instead created a whirlwind of blazing flames.
Sherlock could vaguely see a tall figure wearing a cloak taking shape.
Finally, the flame whirlwind dissipated, revealing the true face of the summoned person, which was an adult man with black hair and black eyes, wearing a pure black suit and a large cloak on his shoulders. He had a cold expression and sharp eyes.
, the appearance is very similar to the "Kelly" Sherlock saw before.
"Dear~" Irisviel hung on the man's back in a flash, then stretched out her hands to wrap her arms around his neck and not let go.
The man who was suddenly "attacked" subconsciously moved his arms, but in the end he still didn't take out a weapon. He looked around the surroundings, then turned around with Irisviel on his back, and turned his attention to Sherlock.
He spoke in a slightly hoarse voice:
"Preteman, you answered the call, are you my employer?"
