Sherlock Holmes

The door was pushed open again.

The courtroom should undoubtedly be one of the most respected places, so this kind of interruption of the trial process is very disgusting, let alone four times.

But no one in the room showed any displeasure.

After the door is pushed open the first three times, the trial will usher in a huge reversal, and what will happen this fourth time?

Countless eyes were already staring directly in the direction of the door of the venue.

But this time, a man walked in, with blond hair, almost perfect facial contours, and the curvature of his mouth with a charming smile. This man was very beautiful, so beautiful that some female reporters in the room were slightly stunned. .

And then, another man appeared behind him.

This second man didn't look like anything special, except that he had a very upright posture, with a certain military quality. He was well-proportioned, tall, and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, exuding a sense of gentleness and elegance.

The two people walked straight to the high platform at the front of the venue.

Judge Hopkins, who was on the high platform, had already frowned slightly at this time.

Before this, he had been the only third-level contractor in this venue, so he could vaguely feel that this man with gold-rimmed glasses was also a third-level strong man.

Moreover, it is much stronger than myself! The terrifying aura soaked in the blood of the mountain of corpses almost formed a viscous and substantial deterrent force. Even as he walked towards the front desk step by step, Hopkins could not help but want to enter a fighting state. .

Because he clearly felt that if he let the other person get closer, his life would no longer belong to him.

What surprised him even more was that the man who walked in with the gold-rimmed glasses was even more handsome and beautiful than himself. He was not even a contractor, but in that terrible aura, he was strolling around, even that The smell of blood merges into one!

What kind of person is this?

In other words, what kind of people are around Sherlock? ?

"Your Honor, please allow me to introduce you. This is my assistant, John Watson." Sherlock said: "And the person next to him is a not very important witness in this case, named It’s called Baskerville.”

Baskerville! ! !

The moment he heard the name, Hopkins' pupils suddenly tightened.

He belongs to the judicial organization under the Holy See, so he has heard of Baskerville! I just didn't expect that this officer with the most cruel and bloodthirsty reputation in the Holy Calendar would look so gentle.

What's more, he didn't expect that the witness Sherlock had been waiting for turned out to be him!

But when did he, a frontline soldier, come to the Academy of Life Sciences?

How did Sherlock come across such a terrifying guy?

As for the man named Watson

Hopkins looked at the other party. At this time, Watson was already standing quietly on the edge of the venue, as delicate as a woman.

But the dangerous aura exuded by this beautiful ordinary person is no worse than Baskerville.

It's just different from Baskerville's chilling and bloody scent. It's very secretive and light, floating around you leisurely. If you accidentally smell it for a moment, it can startle you into a cold sweat.

Of course, ordinary people cannot feel this sense of suffocation. People just stare at these two men, waiting for what changes they will bring to this trial.

However, to everyone's surprise, the handsome man just stood aside; and the man with gold-rimmed glasses directly found a chair and sat up.

That's it

They didn't do anything, and they didn't say anything. They were just like two spectators who suddenly walked in.

Sherlock looked at the middle-aged officer in front of him, thinking of the moment he had crossed paths with him in front of the bar, but now he had dragged him to the court again. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, feeling that some things were really annoying. A sense of fate.

"Actually, I'm surprised that you still dare to come to me. Do you think I really can't kill you?" Baskerville said calmly.

Not many people at the venue had heard the name Baskerville, but as long as they had, they all suddenly trembled in their hearts, as if they had tasted the meaning of these words, and suddenly expressed their disbelief. Looking at Sherlock

Sherlock shrugged and said helplessly: "I've met him once, so I'm just asking you to do me a favor. It's not too much."

"It depends on what you are busy with." Baskerville said with a polite smile, and then motioned to Watson who was not far away: "This friend of mine brought me here to find me, but Hua Hua It took a lot of effort to be honest, if you look for me by yourself, I may not be able to come."

"Of course, he is much better than me in some fields." Sherlock said: "Also, inviting you here is actually not all about helping me. This matter is also related to you."

"Is it related to me?" Baskerville raised his eyebrows and seemed to be interested: "Okay, then I'd like to listen to it."

He didn't remove his glasses when he spoke. It seemed that so many people around him, including the judge on the stage, were out of his sight. Only Sherlock and Watson next to him could have some attraction to him.

"You should already know about the death of Dean Darwin, so I won't talk nonsense to you. But I remember that you said it when we first met. In fact, you should have come here a few months ago. , it was just because of delays in military affairs that it took so long.

So I want to ask, if there is no military delay, when should you come to the School of Life Sciences? "

Baskerville almost didn't bother to recall, and quickly replied: "It must be at least more than three months in advance.

At that time, the old Dean Darwin sent an invitation to display the test results to the front line of Redker Strait. As a contractor of [Hound], and one of the people with the most outstanding contract ability, I should be the one to watch it as a representative of the military. , at the same time, I can also provide some data about [Hound] for this experiment from my perspective.

But military affairs always come first, so the military assigned another person to take my place. "

"So, after you came back from the mission, you got the news of the old dean's death?" Sherlock followed the other person's words and added.

"Yes." Baskerville nodded, then looked at Sherlock's eyes and said calmly: "Do you have anything to say?"

"Of course there is," Sherlock said, "Didn't you notice that if there hadn't been that sudden appearance of military affairs, you would have been at the scene when the old dean died."

Baskerville frowned, as if he thought of something, but he continued to ask: "So?"

"So...have you ever thought that if the old dean died of murder, then the murderer had prepared a way out for himself after deploying an exquisite killing technique.

In other words, he found a scapegoat for himself? "

The words just fell!

"Your Honor!" Vice President Holk had remained silent after Watson and his wife entered the venue. But at this time, he suddenly stood up and said loudly: "I suspect this guy is inducing his witness! Please immediately Stop his behavior, literally."

he snapped!

But before Hopkins could open his mouth, the deputy dean suddenly held back his words. He watched Commander Baskerville glance at him lightly, and for a moment he felt like his whole body had fallen into an ice cellar.

Of course he knew how terrible a guy Baskerville was on the front line, and he knew even more about his perverted hobbies that almost violated ethics. So at this moment, he could hardly say a word, but his body was shaking. He slumped back into his seat.

Baskerville turned his head and looked at Sherlock expressionlessly: "You mean, I was used? As a scapegoat?"

"Yes."

"Haha~~" He suddenly laughed, and the coldness in his eyes and the changes on his face created a strange contrast, as if he didn't know how to laugh at all, but was trying hard to learn this expression: "It's really interesting. Ah, I don't know the specifics of this case, but can you explain it to me?

If someone really wants to use me as a scapegoat, that person must be very, very brave."

"I'm happy to oblige." Sherlock didn't care at all about the cruelty in the other person's smile: "Actually, I only need to tell you one detail, and you can figure it out yourself."

As he spoke, he made a gesture of putting his hands together and then twisting them slowly:

"You should be familiar with this action."

Baskerville frowned: "Familiar. For a period of time more than two years ago, I have been controlling [Hound] to complete this action."

"Why do you do this exercise?"

"Because of Lord Dante."

"That's it." Sherlock seemed to have heard a certain key word from the witness and suddenly realized: "But in order to make everyone understand, can you explain it in detail?"

"Of course." Baskerville unexpectedly acted very cooperatively:

"The reason is that during that time, I happened to listen to an interview recording about Lord Dante. The recording was made by a research department of the Academy of Life Sciences. I am not sure when the recording was made, but it was a long, long time ago, at least 10 years ago. above.

As for the content, it’s about how to better control contract demons.

Lord Dante mentioned something at that time, "If we just talk about controlling the devil, then to the extreme, the devil can be made to do things that violate his own habits and common sense."

Not just in the state of controlling it, but completely changing their habits.

For example, let the bulky devil get used to jumping and running, and make the hot-tempered devil become docile and quiet. ]"

Sherlock noticed that when Baskerville recited this paragraph, he subconsciously straightened his posture, like a new recruit waiting for his superior's evaluation.

"So? If I'm not wrong, after listening to this recording, you started to try to change the behavior of your contracted demon?"

"Of course!" Baskerville admitted without thinking: "Sir Dante's simple experience sharing made me enlightened!

This made me realize that controlling a demon is like training a hound. It is only the basis of control to let it complete tasks according to your instructions. The more advanced thing is to have its subconscious behaviors under your control!

Make it exactly how you want it to be.

So I started training my contracted demon at that time to complete the action you just made. "

Sherlock nodded: "Interesting, but why do you want to start training with this movement?"

"Due to the shape of my demon, it is naturally unable to make fine grasping behaviors. At that time, someone suggested that I start with hand grasping exercises to make it habitual changes."

"Did you succeed?"

"Of course, it took me about half a year, but unfortunately, after that, my demon was recruited to participate in this experiment, and I lost the opportunity to continue training it."

"Then does anyone know about the fact that you trained it?"

"This is my own business. Of course no one knows about it." Just after he finished speaking, he seemed to have thought of something: "Oh, no, there is one person who knows. She is a female civilian staff member of the Academy of Sciences. She gave me advice to let I’ll start practicing with the [grasp a small object and twist] position.”

The words just fell

"Can you still remember what happened two or three years ago?" Sherlock said, taking out a photo: "Do you still remember this woman?"

Baskerville looked at the girl in front of him who wore black-rimmed glasses and was not too outstanding, but not ugly either. He hesitated a little and said, "She is the one who gave me advice!"

"Haha, what a coincidence." Sherlock smiled: "This woman's name is Venelana, she is the vice president of the School of Life Sciences, Mr. Holk's secretary, student, and assistant."

Baskerville was silent for a few seconds: "So?"

Sherlock smiled even more happily, and held it in his mouth as if he had taken out an 'aftermath cigarette': "I haven't told you what Professor Darwin looked like when he died.

His body was torn in two.

He was torn alive by your contracted devil using the habits you specially trained for him. "

With that said, Sherlock made the same action again:

"I know this is normal for you.

But to anyone other than you, including me, this is very weird behavior.

We didn't know that you would deliberately use this method to strengthen your control over the contracted demon, or even try to change the demon's behavior.

In my senses, if I suspect that Professor Darwin died of murder, then my first suspect is you!

No, it should be said that if you were not involved in military affairs at that time, but had actually come to the School of Life Sciences to participate in the presentation of the achievements of the old professors.

Then 99% of the time the murderer is you."

After speaking for such a long time, Sherlock finally lit the cigarette in his mouth. Under the smoke, he seemed a little more relaxed.

"What on earth are you going to say?!"

Vice President Holk couldn't hold it in any longer. Even though he was frightened by the middle-aged officer's extremely cold look, he still had to scream sharply.

"Oh? Isn't it obvious?" Sherlock put on an obvious look: "Okay, then I will make it more clear.

you! Mr. Holker is suspected of murdering Charles Darwin, the president of the Academy of Life Sciences.

This murder was planned three years ago and carried out three months ago. Your methods were very shrewd and you brutally hid a person for two and a half years.

But you were too careful, you were afraid that someone would find out about Duncan, even though you felt at the time that as long as you didn't have any interaction with Duncan in the past two years, you could stay out of it completely.

But after all, you dare not be completely sure. Because there are too many things that will happen in the next two years or so. As a scientific researcher, you are cautious and dare not draw conclusions in advance.

Therefore, you have prepared a retreat for yourself. This retreat is actually completely unnecessary and even superfluous, but you are still prepared.

That is, if anyone really suspects that Darwin's death was a murder, then you can logically make people think that Baskerville is the murderer! "

"You have no evidence!" Holker didn't know how many times he had said this sentence today. It seemed that he could only continue to live by emphasizing this sentence repeatedly.

"Of course you can't just prepare this tactic to frame the blame. I guess you must also have prepared a lot of motives.

For example, during Darwin's training, the illusion of destruction of the demon, the conflict when the demon was separated from its contractor, and the recruitment of it without the consent of its original contractor, or the flow of funds that you are best at. You It is entirely possible to let a sum of money flow to the military expenditure of someone on the front line of Redeker Strait after the incident. In short, you want Baskerville to take the blame for you.

It just so happens that it is completely normal for Mr. Baskerville to kill someone. If he doesn't like someone on the street, he might go up and prepare to kill them. Even if the other person is the dean of the School of Life Sciences, it is better than others. People are more convincing. I think you know that there are people in the military who dislike this guy. As long as you can create the illusion that he killed Darwin, then someone will naturally handle the rest. "

"You!! There is no evidence!!!" Holker roared. He said this sentence too much, and his tone changed a little. The human brain is like this. If you say a sentence repeatedly, or repeatedly When you write a word, you will gradually feel unfamiliar with the sentence.

Therefore, Holker had even forgotten what the word [evidence] meant.

Sherlock blew out a puff of smoke happily:

"Yeah, I don't have evidence. But don't you forget, evidence is only needed in court."

When he said this, Baskerville had slowly stood up. He walked towards the high platform step by step, then stepped up, and walked towards Vice President Holk step by step.

His eyes were calm, and Vice Dean Holk felt calmly that he might not be looking at the same person.

But an animal, a piece of meat

"When people lie, they will make many unnecessary little moves, so you must either be calm and be able to hide these little moves, or don't lie to me." Baskerville said calmly: "I want to know, are you using Lord Dante’s recording is here to induce me to train my demon, right?”

"I I didn't."

"You want to blame me for murder, so you used Sir Dante's interview recording to deceive me, right?"

"Nonsense! You guys have no evidence!"

Deputy Dean Holk yelled. Actually, he didn't know why he was so scared. The middle-aged officer in front of him was just standing in front of him. Why was he afraid that he had to shout to speak.

Anyway, he raised his hand and pointed at the other person’s face:

"you have not"

There was a click.

Holker looked at the half of the arm that suddenly appeared in the opponent's hand, and the word evidence suddenly stuck in his throat.

"You're lying to me. I can see it."

Baskerville's gentle and gentle face began to distort, and the muscles on his face began to accumulate around the eye sockets due to a smile, making him look ferocious.

What's even more frightening is that he usually smiles politely without showing his teeth. But at this moment, because the corners of his mouth were so cracked, the deputy dean could clearly see his teeth.

It was a set of teeth that should not belong to humans. They were not flat, but dense and sharp, intertwined with each other, like a row of sharp wires poking out of the gums:

"Why do you think I need evidence?"

(Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuoriupu, I should have written this paragraph for another day, it's so rough, but today it's going to be 10,000 words, so let's do this for now.

All descriptions about Duncan have been deleted and cannot be posted at all. I don’t know what big brother means. I hope you never know. )

This paragraph is too long, and I should have mentioned many places in one go. But I slowly polished it, and I think I have finished adding it. The number of words has reached 7,000. Hey, I worked very hard to finish this paragraph, so please vote for it.

In addition, many people are saying that there is no evidence in the end, which is very unscientific. In fact, if you turn to another chapter, you will know that the protagonist already has evidence, but he just doesn’t want to wait any longer. He wants the murderer to die first.