Many times the great detective will make mistakes. He is also a human being, and human beings are destined to make mistakes.
The painted glass is not meant to illuminate the hall. The light spreads through the glass into colorful light and falls in this closed room. The joyful music seems extremely distant here, and a faint white mist rises, carrying a soothing incense.
.
The man on the sofa lowered his head towards the wall, as if he was praying, and the dark cross on the wall was moving strangely, as if it was a visual error, and it was alive.
“The layout of the room is nice, just like a church.”
It was a guest from afar, dressed in black and wearing a hat and a beak mask.
This is derived from the clothing hundreds of years ago, when the Black Death ravaged the entire Inverg and the surrounding kingdoms. The doctors at that time were dressed like this. The beak mask was actually a gas mask, and the slender beak was
It's made of silver and filled with herbs that filter viruses.
That dark age has passed for a long time, but people are still taboo on such clothes. Doctors at that time were very powerful. In order to control the epidemic, as long as he pronounced you sick, you would be quarantined, and your home would be burned to the ground by the knights. In the end, you
You'll be placed in a pit with other sick people, they'll throw in fish oil and firewood to burn you and the disease itself, and then cover it all up with dirt.
He looked more like the God of Death than a doctor, and his whole body exuded an ominous atmosphere.
"Yes, it was built based on the church in the small town in my memory. The church was not very big and dozens of people could fill it up."
Sabo slowly raised his lowered head. The light in the hall fell from the painted glass behind him. Against the light, his figure looked dark.
"I thought you Vikings all believed in Odin."
The disease doctor slowly sat down. Opposite Sabo, there seemed to be eyes watching under the dark glasses.
"No, when the steel ships and artillery stepped into the northern seas, the so-called gods were already dead. We rushed forward one after another, thinking that we could have a place in the Hall of Valor, but in fact there was nothing. Dead is dead.
Floating on the cold sea, there is no point in dying."
Sabo's voice was very calm, as if he was telling an unrelated story.
"That was probably the last time I went to sea. I lay on the debris on the deck and drifted to Inverg. It was a church priest who saved me. The church I woke up in at that time was probably like this."
His eyes wandered back and forth in this narrow darkness, as if he refused to forget that Sabo had always been here.
"That was a very crazy Yin Erweg man. He was really crazy. When he saw me waking up, his first question was to ask me if I was interested in learning about the Evangelical Church."
Sabo said and laughed.
"I'm a Viking, and he actually asked me if I was interested in the church."
He laughed wildly, but no matter how loud his laughter was, the faint music eventually buried him, so the place was as quiet as dead water.
"What's the ending of the story?"
The doctor's voice was strangely neutral, with an iron tone, which seemed to be because of the disease mask.
"Valkyrie did not come when I was dying, and the Hall of Valor closed the door to me, so I wanted to try to betray, maybe in this way the noble god Odin would pay some attention to me, an ant."
"I received the baptism and lived to this day without any retribution or even nightmares. I have prospered and am now much better than when I was a pirate."
Sabo felt that everything was so ridiculous and nothing. The things that everyone had been obsessed with for many years seemed like a bubble.
"I think I know."
The disease doctor was silent for a while, and then said.
"Do you think God...is useful?"
"You mean saving the world? Doctor."
"Probably. In fact, sometimes I am also very confused. I have dissected many corpses. People are so complex and beautiful. Every organ has its own role. Under the ups and downs of the heart, blood surges... I even say
The brain is a literal miracle."
The doctor looked at his hands and felt his breathing. Everyone pursues miracles, but they never thought that their own existence was a miraculous thing.
"Sometimes I wonder, human beings are so mysterious and complex. Can the so-called God really create us? But without the so-called God, how did we appear?"
Sabo thought for a moment and raised a finger.
"One silver lion coin. The so-called god is so cheap that he is only worth one silver lion coin. I think you have seen those people out there, those 'hangover' people."
He said disdainfully, but sadly.
"As long as one silver lion coin can buy a hallucinogen, and one hallucinogen can allow them to enter the kingdom of heaven for three days, as long as one silver lion coin can say goodbye to this damn world and indulge in their own
Sweet dreams until you need your next hallucinogen."
"The so-called entering the kingdom of heaven is nothing more than that, isn't it?"
The doctor thought for a while. He liked to think, but sometimes thinking was meaningless, boring and useless.
The distant music continued to rise, and the sweet laughter came faintly. There was only a wall of glass between the two, but the gap was so huge.
"The time has come for sacrifice, Sabo."
The doctor finally said this. He didn't want to make small talk, but he just didn't know how to say it. After all, death is a sad thing.
"I am clear."
Sabo didn't seem surprised by the so-called sacrifice, and his eyes had never been calmer.
"Doctor of the epidemic, you are here to announce my death, aren't you? Just like the Black Death hundreds of years ago, in fact, the doctor has no ability to cure at all. He can only identify the patients, and then kill them to eliminate the epidemic.
Isolated in that area.”
"According to your teachings, you will go to heaven after you die."
The doctor tried to comfort him, but as if he heard some joke, Sabo's voice paused, and then he laughed hard, as if he heard some big joke.
"The Hall of Valor is so ridiculous, and Heaven is so ridiculous. You know I don't believe this."
He was baptized but did not believe.
The doctor didn't seem to expect Sabo to answer like this. He was obviously a dying man, but he had an unimaginable calmness about death.
The doctor's voice paused and he continued.
"The Holy Coffin has escaped from the old Dunling. It is now in a safe place, but the purge agency's pursuit is still not over. According to intelligence, the Navigation to Dawn had taken off ten days ago. No one knows its location now.
, it may be over the coast, or it may be right above our heads, and the Qianlei artillery is aiming right here."
"What do you need me to do?" Sabo asked.
"To divert attention, we need to buy more time to transfer the sacred coffin."
"In other words, the bigger the riot, the better?"
The doctor nodded in affirmation.
"Yes, as long as there is a chaos purification agency, they will definitely find a way to solve it. They don't have many manpower, so they can delay it as long as they can. As long as the coffin of the Holy God is separated from Yin Erweg, all the sacrifices will be worth it.
"
As he spoke, the doctor took out his suitcase and opened it to see rows of syringes, with hot blood rolling in the transparent glass.
It was like Pandora's box. Sabo's breathing became tense as soon as he opened it. There was a rare disorder in his eyes as he stared there.
It was an unspeakable feeling. People lived in the air but never felt the existence of air. But when the suitcase was opened, a restless and boiling heat filled the room, as if something escaped from inside.
everywhere.
"The technology derived from the cult, the purified secret blood, can lead to hell and open the kingdom of heaven. Doctrine has never been a sharp blade. The cult essentially relied on it to cultivate a group of monsters, and then started fighting
Win the war of faith.”
The doctor's voice was calm, as if he had been exposed to it for a long time and had become accustomed to this strange feeling.
Looking there, Sabo's voice trembled a little.
"Are they all prepared for me?"
"Only one."
"Saab, this is an opportunity to change your destiny. If you are really strong enough, one chance is enough. If that's all you have, giving you several more chances will be just a waste."
The doctor's words were rare and cruel. He stood up and walked under the painted glass. Through the glass, the prosperity of the hall came into view.
"I heard this used to be a dueling ground."
"Yes, Old Dunling was established by the Romans. This tradition will always be passed down in some gap. During the Glorious War, the lower city did not exist. It was just a wasteland. Life was not easy, so everyone
Gather here to open an underground gambling game."
Sabo still didn't get up. He sat on the sofa from the beginning, quietly reviewing the past.
"At that time, rich people would get some useless prisoners of war, and they were slaves. The economy was not good at that time, and many poor people would go to the battlefield with weapons to make a living, so the Invergos and the Gallicans fought in the Roman gladiator
Fighting in the field."
"However, the Invergians usually won. Although it was an underground duel, at that time, in order to encourage the people, the Gallicans would be stabbed before going on the field. They fought with wounds, and their lives were at risk from the moment the floodgates were opened.
The countdown has entered."
It was a bloody era. The enemy came from behind the White Tide Strait. When the war began, the weapons of both sides were still large ships and swords. However, in the history of the war for nearly a hundred years, the weapons were constantly upgraded, from flintlock muskets to long-range artillery, from steam
Ship to Zeppelin.
"But this kind of duel no longer exists. After all, in a civilized society, everyone likes dance parties to socialize."
Sabo smiled.
"Whether it is a duel field or a ball, it only provides a social place. The big families discuss the distribution of interests at the seats. The girl chooses her husband, and the boy chooses his wife."
The doctor did not reply, but quietly stared at the crowd below. They wore masks and no one knew anyone. This was a tradition among nobles. It was like a tacit understanding of the heart, maintaining the last hypocritical lie.
"It looks like you've made preparations in advance."
"Those noble nobles should never have come to this dirty lower town, let alone wearing masks. Regardless of their identities, the official and the family will deny that they died here. This is a shame."
Tonight's dance party was a trap from the beginning. They would be Saab's burial objects for that grand long-cherished wish.
"I will satisfy you doctor, as I have been doing since I was born."
Sabo took away a syringe from the suitcase. This was the first time he stood up. His figure was so stooped and short, but the shadow he cast was extremely ferocious.