Sherlock Holmes

Captain Xian was running without any destination, just running in a fixed direction.

The entire building complex is completely closed, without a trace of light, and the only thing that can provide visibility is the moon above.

But the top of the building where he was standing before was obviously blocked from the moonlight, so why could the detective still see him?

Thinking of the moment when they looked at each other, he still shuddered subconsciously, and with this shiver, he actually recalled all the weird things during this period.

A civilian detective stood out among a group of industry elites. The huge machine mysteriously disappeared under layers of guard. The motorcycle exclusive to the Holy See was parked at the door of the dean's old residence.

All of this seems to be a warning to myself, stay away from that guy.

However, the caution that I have always been proud of did not notice this, or I have already realized it, but my inherent rationality and anger made me ignore it.

etc!

That car?

In this moment of panic, he subconsciously thought of the car engraved with the sunflower mark and the people who got out of the car.

It was that handsome and outrageous man. When he first looked at each other in the courtyard of the old house, he felt some kind of fear for no reason. But at that time, he was only thinking of ways to leave and had no intention of finding out the reason. .

At this moment, perhaps because of his high mental tension, he suddenly remembered something.

He thought of a legend that seemed to be circulating in the military area along the Redeker Strait. On a normal night, a military doctor walked into a tent in a camp and ripped off 12 people in the tent alive. The skin of a sleeping Crusader soldier.

He scratched all night long, and when he peeled away the skin of these people, they didn't make the slightest sound. No one knew how he did it. In short, the skin of the first person slowly separated from his body, That person was suffering inhuman pain, but 11 people around him were sleeping, and when the second person's skin was torn off, 10 people around him were sleeping.

Just like this, little by little, it wasn't until the sun slowly shone on the ground the next day, and people found that the soldiers in the tent did not come out to gather, that someone walked in and was about to scold them for getting up.

But when he opened the tent curtain, he only saw 12 bloody, twisting bodies on the bed.

And neatly stacked skins.

This legend is usually used to scare the new recruits, telling them that maybe while they are sleeping, there will be a military doctor next to them bit by bit tearing off the skin of your comrades. When you walk through a military camp tent, There may be a military doctor inside performing extremely cruel and bloody torture.

You had no idea at that time

But the next one may be yours.

Of course, no one would really believe this kind of legend, and as the military age increases, it will definitely be forgotten.

But this legend didn't seem to be ancient. Anyway, he had never heard of it when he first entered the army. It seems to have appeared out of nowhere six or seven years ago, and it quickly spread widely.

The surrounding buildings became increasingly sparse, and some moonlight shone down, illuminating his face without a trace of blood.

Because before his eyes, the easy-going smile of that beautiful man appeared.

The captain felt that he might be crazy, otherwise how could he connect a legend with a person he had just met?

But the more he thought about it, the faster he breathed and the more cold sweat he shed on his body. He subconsciously ignored the almost explosive heat in his chest and forcibly increased his speed.

at this time

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There was a faint roar behind him. It was the sound of a person approaching at great speed, his feet shattering the road surface.

Sherlock had said a long time ago that no one could escape from his pursuit. At this time, his pursuit was more direct and rough than before. He followed a straight line towards the location of the gendarmerie captain. He ran wildly, passing several buildings blocking his way. He didn't even go around, but jumped up along the wall, climbing on the protrusions on the wall, stepping on the edge of the building's balcony, and several people jumped up. He reached the top of the building in one leap, and then used his terrifying speed and the height of the building to complete astonishing leaps over the building again and again.

Just like that, his figure kept passing under the moonlight, and his long clothes were blown by the wind. Finally, after another crazy jump, the black shadow suddenly hit the ground like a falling meteorite. , and then with a loud bang, he landed firmly in front of the gendarmerie captain less than 5 meters away. The huge impact caused his knees to bend slightly, but his hands were steady and he pressed his hat gently. Only then did the reverse wind from the fall prevent it from blowing up.

Then, he slowly stood up and looked at the bloodless military police captain in front of him with a smile:

"What a coincidence, we meet again."

At this moment, the gendarmerie captain didn't want to admit that he was scared, but his whole body was trembling. He could only hope that the moonlight here was not so bright and could cover up the almost convulsive trembling under his clothes.

He is a soldier. He has seen the empire's most powerful warriors on the battlefield, the most brave and fearless contractors, the most brutal fighting, and the bloodiest scenes. He has seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood and carpets of Demon corpse in the snowfield!

These experiences gave him extremely strong endurance, and he felt that he should be able to calm down as quickly as possible.

I shouldn’t be afraid anymore!

But his slightly trembling hands made him clearly realize that he had developed a fear from the depths of his soul towards the private detective in front of him.

In fact, he should have run away long ago.

No, I shouldn't have come at all

At this point in his thoughts, he thought of that beautiful man again, and that he seemed to have a very good relationship with the detective in front of him, so his whole body trembled even more.

…

"Ha, it's you. What a coincidence. I didn't expect to see you here."

The captain of the military police smiled, and he swore that this was the most relaxed look he could show at the moment.

In fact, he also knew that saying such things at this time was completely deceiving himself, but he still had to say it and pretended to know nothing.

This is the ridiculous paranoia of a person before facing death. At the same time, he is also praying desperately to the Holy Light, praying that the detective in front of him is not a real madman, praying that he will assess the situation and know that killing him now will Cause trouble.

right! I am a person with a military position, how could someone dare to kill me casually?

I completely forgot that the person who came to kill in the first place was actually not the other party. Moreover, the traffic nearby has been controlled. No one will pass by here in a short time. What's more, I forgot that I took the initiative to hide here, which is even more impossible. Among the buildings where someone came.

Sherlock looked at the cold sweat on the other person's face that had not been dried by the wind, and shook his head helplessly: "Did Vice President Holk ask you to come?"

"Ah haha, I really don't understand what you are talking about?"

"It's impossible for the vice president to make such a big noise on his own. After all, he will still be hanging around in the School of Life Sciences in the future, so who is the person above him?"

Sherlock didn't pay attention to the other party's pretending to be dumbfounded. A panicked person has no ability to control his expression and details. At least the military police captain in front of him does not have this ability. The flicker of his eyes, the rise and fall of his voice, the rhythm of his breathing. Changes, these can clearly show the true part of the other party's words, or the part that they want to hide.

So there is no need for Watson to deal with this kind of thing. If he really gets it, he will probably be laughed at.

"Is it the Pope?"

"What?"

"Emperor?"

"emperor??!"

"Assassinating the Holy Son, delaying the inheritance of the Holy See, assassinating Nightingale, causing turmoil within the empire, killing Dean Darwin, and delaying the frontline battle are all grand actions, but the means are very direct, just pure violent obliteration. It can be seen that People are very anxious, so anxious that they don’t even want to prepare a scapegoat in advance, and they are completely ruthless and desperate. But why are they like this?”

The gendarmerie captain in front of him was completely dumbfounded when he heard this. He blinked his eyes, as if he had just realized that he seemed to be involved in more than just a dispute over the dean of the Academy of Life Sciences.

"It seems like you don't know either. That's right. After all, he's just cannon fodder." Sherlock shrugged: "But it's not important anymore. There are only a few people who can do this kind of thing anyway."

After that, he walked towards the other party.

"Wait a minute!" the captain said quickly: "I still know something! I am willing to help you, and I am willing to correct what the deputy dean has done!"

Seeing the man in front of him not stopping, his heart was beating wildly!

He began to curse and regret. At first, he thought that this guy's backing was the old dean's daughter. Later, he thought that the other side's backing was the Holy See. But now he finally realized that the other side didn't need those backings at all. .

The guy himself is a fucking monster!

But then again, the frightened captain still did not completely give up resistance at this time. The soldier's strong willpower allowed him to retain the viciousness to fight to the death. His hands were shaking, and he could not even lift them. Can't get up.

But in fact, right behind him was a loaded single-shot hand cannon. A shell loaded with a large amount of compressed gunpowder and high-temperature solution could easily break through a three-centimetre-thick military steel plate!

The human skull cannot be three centimeters thick, and even a third-level contractor cannot really hone flesh and blood into the strength of a military steel plate.

Therefore, if you can successfully take out the hand cannon, then at close range, no matter how strong the opponent is, it will be impossible for him to catch such a shell with his face!

I still have a chance of winning!

So at this moment, the captain's body suddenly stopped shaking. His hand stretched straight and powerfully towards his lower back, and then accurately grasped the hand cannon, and at the same moment, his fingers The trigger has been pulled!

Countless times of gun-drawing training have made this set of movements so skillful that ordinary people will never be able to react.

Then, he suddenly swung the hand cannon in front of him, pointed it at Sherlock's face, and slammed it down with his fingers.

The night wind blew through the cracks between the buildings.

Sherlock's head was not shattered by a shot as expected, nor was there a deafening sound of a cannon being fired, nor was there a hand cannon. Not even a hand!

The captain stared blankly at the fresh mixture of blood and bones on his wrist, and was unable to react for a moment.

After about a second, he finally realized that his hand had been completely crushed like waste paper, and was crushed into a twisted ball of flesh.

"Uh-huh."

"Ah ah ah ah ah------"

He suddenly burst out with a belated roar, and the severe pain rushed straight to his forehead, and he fell to the ground with a plop. At this moment, his last trace of tenacity was finally swallowed up by the unbearable pain. He thought again I wanted to escape, but my legs were too weak to stand up, so I started to crawl back on my elbows.

And in the process, he was extremely horrified when he saw a blue-black tentacle coming out of nowhere, curling up his hand cannon and approaching the detective in front of him.

But the other party just stretched out his hand a little, and the tentacle obediently placed the hand cannon in his hand, and then slowly escaped into the darkness.

"Ah"

"hehe."

The captain smiled. He didn't even know why he was laughing. Waves of severe pain in his hands impacted his mind, making him feel that the world was so absurd.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the detective walking over as if he had found a new toy, playing with it, and then he was very interested in testing the power of the thing in his hand, so he pointed the muzzle at the captain. The cold sweat flowed from the face.

"Wait a minute, I'm actually still useful."

"Boom!"

In the building complex, a sudden loud noise echoed wildly between the buildings.

Sherlock was very satisfied with the power of this weapon, and truly felt that there was a reason why humans could persist under the invasion of demons for so many years.

Immediately afterwards, he threw the handgun on the ground. He ignored the scattered flesh and blood on the ground and prepared to leave.

There is also a lady waiting for him. Today he has spent a lot of effort to behave in a gentlemanly manner, but he does not want to let all these efforts go to waste just because he keeps the other party waiting.

As he left, several void cracks appeared behind him, and then some small demons came out and began to lick the flesh and blood residue on the ground, even greedily swallowing the hand cannon, but after swallowing After that, I felt that this thing seemed a little difficult to digest, and I hiccupped a few times. I felt very depressed and crawled back into the crack with my huge belly.

"Thank you for waiting, Ms. Irene."

Sherlock apologized to Eileen in the carriage.

"Actually, you should thank the coachman. If he hadn't been here, you would have carried me all the way home tonight." Irene said with a smile, without any complaint in her tone, and even with some expectation. .

Of course, Sherlock would definitely not really believe this expectation. To be able to redeem such a terrifying wanted criminal from the hands of the Inquisition, and to take him with him so generously, this woman must be better than she appears. Too much horror.

The next trip home finally seemed a little more normal. Amidst the fine snow and cold wind, a man and a woman sat opposite each other and looked at each other.

Sherlock noticed that Irene was looking at him unabashedly, with a smile in her eyes.

But he could only respond with a smile, but he would not think too much about it.

Finally, after more than 20 minutes, the carriage stopped in front of a small villa in a deserted neighborhood.

Sherlock helped Eileen get out of the carriage.

The next second, without saying a word, the coachman whipped down his whip, and the man and the carriage disappeared around the corner of the street.

Sherlock and Irene looked at the direction in which the carriage disappeared with some surprise, and were stunned for a moment.

"Haha, I can see that the gentleman driving the car must have had a hard time along the way." Irene covered her mouth and smiled.

Then, he actually said a sentence that appears in many literary works and is very suitable for the occasion: "In that case, would you like to go in and have a cup of tea?"

When Sherlock heard this, he didn't laugh, but became cautious.

Sure enough, right after, Eileen said another very abrupt sentence as if chatting:

"By the way, let me tell you about Emperor Augustine."