Chapter 2: Time Waits for No One

Chapter 2: Time Waits for No One

After the gates of hell opened, humanity exhibited a rare attribute: unity. There were no longer any divisions among nations, and the world was unified under a single empire.

However, London was one of the few cities that still retained its original name.

Of course, it also preserved the perpetually gloomy and hazy atmosphere.

Noontime...

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The entire underground of the city had been hollowed out to construct massive steam pipes and furnaces. A group of esteemed mad scientists had dug through the River Thames, continuously channeling its water deep underground. They tirelessly boiled and burned day and night, releasing thousands of tons of steam into the sky every day, only for it to transform into acidic rain as it descended.

According to those so-called "scientists," this was a form of recycling, so there was never a need to worry about running out of steam.

Of course, they never mentioned the dwindling number of trees.

But the citizens didn't concern themselves with such matters. They only knew that this was London, the home of the largest and most advanced steam furnace in the world. The entire city was enveloped in mechanical pipelines, and steam was their productivity. It was undoubtedly a source of pride.

If only the air could be a bit fresher, that would be even better.

And at this moment, Sherlock Holmes traversed through this city of machinery. He rode in a cheap carriage that stopped on demand, costing only five pence per kilometer. Next to his feet was a huge suitcase that was half the height of a person, making the already cramped space even more crowded. Outside the carriage window, there was a cacophony of voices, occasional roars from operating factories, and the distant tolling of church bells.

Actually, sometimes he truly couldn't understand people's thinking.

For example, even though these mechanical contraptions were becoming more cumbersome and inefficient, people still had boundless confidence in them, believing that "boiling water" would eventually save the world.

For example, even though they knew that no matter how much they shouted, the road would never become clear, almost everyone urged the car in front of them to go faster!

For example, even though that uncle named Jack was well aware that as an assassin, he would definitely not have a good ending, when Sherlock tried to arrest him, he still yelled and swung his knife at him.

Sherlock was desperately broke. He just wanted to apprehend a few murderers and make some money. What was wrong with that?

But old Jack didn't cooperate at all; he treated him so roughly. Sherlock was terrified at the time and instinctively snatched the knife from him. In one swift motion, he thrust the entire blade into Jack's waist.

Well... luckily, humans have two waists, so even if one is shattered, they can still live... at least for a while.

To save time going to the police station, Sherlock specially called for a carriage. This also prevented the prisoner from losing too much blood and going into shock or experiencing excruciating pain.

He had always been considerate like this, even when dealing with murderers.

...

At two-thirty in the afternoon, the carriage stopped at the main entrance of Scotland Yard.

"Scotland Yard" was actually a nickname for the London Police Department. Sherlock didn't know why it had such a name, and he didn't care. He just carried the enormous suitcase and got off the carriage.

While paying, the carriage driver inevitably cast another glance at the suitcase.

"Here, a murderer caught directly at the crime scene. He seems to be called Jack... or maybe Mike. Anyway, you can check his criminal record."

Casually, he spoke as if nothing had happened, noticing the officer's hesitation to take the suitcase. So, he simply let go.

"Thunk!"

The suitcase landed heavily on the ground, like a lump of waterlogged pork. Some blood splattered from the seams of the leather, causing the people nearby to instinctively step back

a few paces.

"Is Commissioner Lestrade in his office?" Sherlock continued to ask.

The officers present didn't dare to think too much and hurriedly nodded.

Sherlock replied, "Thanks."

Since he had apprehended a criminal, he naturally had to discuss the reward with the commissioner.

In fact, in normal circumstances, if someone else caught a criminal, there was no need to bother the commissioner in such a grand manner. They could simply register the case with the police department. Only Sherlock was an exception.

He walked toward the outside of the crowd, and naturally, a path was cleared for him. Suddenly, an officer seemed to recall something and quickly shouted, "Mr. Sherlock, please... please wait."

"Hmm?" Sherlock turned back.

The officer summoned up his courage, not avoiding eye contact, and said formally, "The commissioner is currently receiving a very important guest. It would be better for you not to disturb him right now."

"A very important guest?" Sherlock pondered. "Alright, I'll wait for him in the reception room."

Passing through the quiet crowd, he walked down an empty corridor and entered the elevator...

Although it contained the word "electric" in its name, its operation still relied mostly on steam. There was no other choiceno matter how fashionable electricity was, its scope of application was still too limited. It remained a mere accompaniment to the era, just like those conservative veteran soldiers on the battlefield who tried to fend off demons with guns.

"Click~"

A lighter made a soft sound, and the feeble flame of the cigarette trembled as it approached. It seemed fearful, yet unable to retreat.

And at that moment...

"Wait."

A soft call came from down the corridor as a woman hurriedly walked toward the elevator. She appeared to be around 25 years old, dressed in an unusual nun's attireno cumbersome long skirts or headscarves. Instead, everything was tailored to facilitate movement.

Sherlock exhaled a long puff of smoke, enveloping his entire face in a haze.

He didn't reach for the elevator button... allowing the elevator doors to close slowly.

"Time waits for no one, beautiful lady..."