owlsbooks Chapter 19: Killed Some
Chapter 19: Killed Some
Chapter 19: Killed Some
Silence...
The events that just unfolded were actually extremely brief. From the moment the Bishop sprang up from the smoke, to the eruption of gunfire that suppressed him in the rain, it took less than half a minute. Even the time it took to saw open the skull with the bone saw afterwards was longer.
But it was precisely this brevity that made the sound of the blade scraping against the bones particularly grating, and the nauseating sound of fingers mashing the brain was chilling.
Catherine, who was on the bell tower, was too far away to hear the disturbing squelching sound, but because of her distance and elevated position, she could clearly see everything that happened on the ground below.
At the same time, it made her the most shocked person in the crowd.
In her line of sight, in the distance on the long street, that particularly strange figure and his prophetic actions, an ordinary gun that hadn't been modified, a few of the lowest-quality bullets, managed to suppress a Judgment Executor?
Although it was during his weakest moment...
But at the same time, it was also during his strongest moment!
And that uncouth fellow showed no sign of fear throughout the entire process. On the contrary, everything he did was so casual, silent, sparse, smooth, and seamless!
Was it ignorance?
Or had his state of mind become so strong that he could ignore the desperate counterattack of a second-tier contractor on the brink of death?
Catherine didn't know. She just stared blankly at the fragmented remains on the ground, which could never stand up again in any way. And in that moment, an image of his face appeared in her mind, the first time they met outside the elevator, a smile that was both charming and utterly despicable.
Suddenly, her body stiffened, and only then did she realize, belatedly... that he was just an ordinary person, a commoner from the Lower City, a private detective.
...
Sherlock, at this moment, was unaware of the profound impact he had on the judgmental Sister Catherine, and he was simply looking at the shattered remains on the ground, feeling quite satisfied as he stretched his body.
Sherlock had been standing in the rain, his hair drenched and hanging on his cheeks. He didn't know where he found a rope and casually tied his unkempt hair behind his head. Facing the aged High Priest, he put on a familiar fake smile, like the workers in the Lower City meeting their boss.
"Oh, it's nothing. I just helped a little."
"You don't need to put on this act!" Suddenly, a voice came from beside him.
Sherlock turned his head to see Catherine walking weakly towards him. There were some dark lines beneath her skin, probably blood vessels undergoing spasms after some kind of backlash, and traces of blood remained in her mouth. However, she didn't care at all and even refused to let the accompanying personnel hold an umbrella for her.
"You did well. The Holy See will give you the rewards you deserve, so your modesty will only irritate people."
Sherlock shrugged his shoulders, feeling that this Sister of Judgment really didn't like him.
"What did you do to accomplish this?" Catherine asked again.
"What do you mean by 'accomplish'?"
"Don't play dumb! You just killed a Judgment Executor..." Her tone became more intense.
"Oh, that... I had a gun." Sherlock gestured with his hand, mimicking the motion of a gunshot. "It just so happened that the Bishop was very vulnerable at that time, so I was able to kill him with a gun."
His words were somewhere between an explanation and a load of rubbish. Catherine found them quite unpleasant and was about to question him further. But suddenly... she inexplicably sensed a strong sense of forcefulness between his words.
Yes, that's right. The entire process was just like that. She had witnessed it with her own eyes. It was just a gun, killing a person who could be killed with a gun. This strange but true narrative made her hesitate for a moment...
"Have you killed many people?"
"I have killed a few." Sherlock flicked a puddle of water with his shoe and answered absentmindedly. But he immediately added, "They were all within the limits permitted by the law."
Catherine squinted her eyes, feeling skeptical...Follow current novels at novelhall.com)