Sherlock Holmes

The carriage drove through the jungle of steel pipes, and the scorching heat of the steam penetrated through the thick metal pipe walls, forming a large amount of white mist outdoors in late winter. Fortunately, the people of London have long been accustomed to this atmosphere with visibility of less than 20 meters. If If you come from outside, you may get lost within a few minutes.

The road surface that had been covered with heavy snow for several months has been cleared away, revealing the frozen hard soil below. In order to prevent the snow water from seeping in and making it muddy, a layer of asphalt and cement has been covered on top. Mixture, in short, a dark and spacious road suddenly appeared in front of them. Sherlock and Watson sat in the carriage of the carriage, feeling the sudden disappearance of the bumps. They opened the window and looked at the factory in the distance. The body slowly emerged from the mist. With the roar of the huge iron door rising upward, the factory opened its mouth like a terrifying giant beast.

Different from last time, this time I came not to discuss any business to take over, so after the carriage entered the factory area, it accelerated straight ahead. As it went deeper and deeper, the gas lights above the head became brighter and brighter. The vast site, the complex The work area was divided into work cubicles on both sides of the road. Some unnamed equipment appeared in front of him from time to time. During this period, Sherlock also saw a cage of small demons being pushed into a door. They roared. They were standing, venting their dissatisfaction, and as the door closed, the roaring could no longer be heard.

Finally, in a relatively empty place, Sherlock and Peanut got out of the carriage. The carriage was specially arranged for them, so the coachman didn't say anything, and he whipped his passengers without even looking at them. He jumped on his horse and quickly disappeared from sight.

A few seconds later, an elevator behind them rumbled down.

There were two people in the elevator, one of them was Hopkins, and the other was a balding middle-aged man who looked to be nearly 50 years old. He was wearing a very traditional white work coat and his beard had been neglected for a long time. He has obvious dark circles under his eyes, and his long and heavy work has not brought any benefits to his body. Fortunately, although his body is tired, his eyes are still determined and bright.

"Hello, Mr. Holmes, I am George Romanis, a student of Professor Darwin."

Without waiting for Hopkins to introduce each other, the researcher came directly to Watson, held his hand and said. Whether it was his tone or pace, it could be seen that this person had a vigorous and resolute attitude: "Before coming to London, I visited Miss Catherine and learned from her how much effort you put into the teacher's murder investigation. She never hesitated to praise you, but I never expected that you Not only is he very intelligent, but he is also such a graceful gentleman.”

Watson was held tightly by the other party's hand. He hesitated for a second, and finally said: "Sorry, I am Mr. Holmes's assistant. The person you want to thank is actually this person."

He motioned to Sherlock who was standing next to him.

The expression on Old George's face obviously paused for a moment, but he quickly forced a smile and held Sherlock's hand again: "Of course, people who are too good often don't care much about their own image, because all their wisdom is Dedicated to a greater cause, Mr. Sherlock must be such a person."

As he was talking, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be making insinuations to express that the other party was not good-looking.

Okay, it can be seen that this scholar with not much hair but a lot of white hair is not the type who is particularly good at flattery. These few words may be all he can think of. The best way to say it.

So, he simply shut his mouth and measured the elevator behind him:

"Then you two, please come with me."

The non-enclosed elevator began to move up slowly. In the elevator, the atmosphere was slightly awkward because he had just recognized the wrong person. Sherlock looked at the silent balding professor beside him and slowly said:

"As a student of Professor Darwin, your authority in this factory is certainly not low, so the reason why you came to pick me up in person is not just to express your gratitude to me."

Old George frowned slightly, as if he was hesitating whether he should say the next words. However, after thinking about it again and again, he sighed softly: "To be honest, I am currently the technical person in charge of this factory." Many people from the Academy of Sciences were recruited by me.

As for the experiment, in fact, for me personally, I certainly believe that the teacher's experiment was successful. And I hope that in two months, the results of this experiment can be put in front of all the people of the empire, telling them that the new The time is coming.

but

My hope cannot infect all employees. They are all elites in the Academy of Sciences, and they are not people who can squeeze out their energy with passion and incitement.

So with all due respect, this decision looks like a nonsense from all aspects. "

In fact, Sherlock knew the moment he saw the other person stepping off the elevator that he would definitely say these words, so he was not surprised at all. On the contrary, having the courage to say these words just proves that the people in this team are indeed They are all elites, and they all dare to believe that their judgment is the truth!

"So, why are you so negative about this experiment?"

"Because the time is too short." Old George said: "I don't know if you can understand, but data is a variable, which requires an extremely complicated comparison list. The type and temperament of each demon are different, and the brain waves are different. The frequency bands are naturally different.

Wanting to change the brain waves requires extremely difficult training, and it is even more difficult to modulate the controller's brain waves to a range that matches a certain demon. I have read some previous experimental reports and thought. To slightly increase the alpha frequency band of brain waves, even by a single scale, two or three weeks of brain domain manipulation training is required.

I found a pretty good young man through my personal relationship. I think he can be regarded as a genius. Although he does not have strong contract ability, he is very smart and can learn the entire α in 5 days. Wavelength control method.

But even by analogy, it would take him two or three months to establish contact with the smallest wild demon, and it would take at least half a year to freely control it.

This is just a demon.

If we want to get data that convinces the military and investors, we need to conduct at least 50 sets of experiments, and we can't just focus on small demons, we also need to truly control a third-order large demon.

This is absolutely impossible. Even the teacher himself took more than two years to complete it.

No time, no manpower, so. no hope.”

The old George in front of him sounded helpless. In fact, he was grateful to the detective from the bottom of his heart. Otherwise, if it had been anyone else, he would probably not be bothered to explain all this.

Again, only laymen can be incited by passion, but as long as insiders think rationally, they will know that this matter is a joke. Therefore, everyone is laughing at themselves and complaining, and no one in the entire team People can bring up even a little bit of motivation.

"Then if we have to complete these things within two months, theoretically speaking, what is needed?"

Sherlock didn't understand these overly professional academic questions, so he asked directly for the results.

Old George did not remain silent for too long. Perhaps this data had been calculated over and over again in his mind many times. He quickly said: "From a theoretical point of view, it will take two months for the experimental personnel deployed now to complete the calculation." Three shifts alternate 24 hours a day, day and night, and the average time spent sleeping, eating, and going to the bathroom cannot exceed 5 hours. Moreover, it requires a group of more than 50 experimenters to conduct continuous tests on different demons. There is a person who can control a third-level demon within two months.

Of course, these are based on the premise that all experimenters have fully mastered brainwave training and can establish a contractual relationship with a demon within 20 days. "

The more Old George spoke, the softer his tone became. He seemed a little lonely, and finally just stood there without saying a word.

"Then how many experimental volunteers do we have now?"

"There are 9."

Sherlock also fell silent.

Professor George saw the other person lowering his head and smiled helplessly. It seemed that the detective also discovered the cruelty of reality.

But he didn't know that Sherlock was not frustrated, but after doing some simple calculations for a few seconds, he slowly raised his head.

"In this case, to be on the safe side, if we have a team of 60 testers, or 70 people, and these people have completely mastered the brain wave control method, then the success rate will be higher."

Old George's eyes lit up, and he looked at Sherlock in disbelief: "What?! You mean, you can find a mature tester?"

Although he felt that he must have heard it wrong, because this meant that the detective in front of him could recruit dozens of geniuses with super mental abilities at one time.

But at this moment, he was still willing to deceive himself and believe in the other party.

"That's right." Sherlock said: "But there is a condition. I don't know if you can come up with that kind of thing. That is, make more patches that collect demon brain waves, and then connect them all to the same Test the helmet.”

"Ah?" Old George was stunned. He probably understood what the other party wanted, and the request was not difficult. The machine developed by his teacher seemed to have a lot of room for expansion, but the upper limit of the machine was not big. Big actually means nothing, because people have their limits.

So he looked at Sherlock with some confusion: "Yes, yes, but... what is this for?"

Sherlock looked at Hopkins next to him: "Don't he know that I am also a tester?"

Hopkins seemed to have just recovered: "Oh, I know, but what on earth are you going to do?"

"I just wonder if I can be responsible for the control data of 60 demons by myself."

The elevator going up was very slow, but it gave the passengers a certain dizzy feeling. Sherlock said this at a very natural speed.

It was clear and direct, but no one answered.

"As for that third-level demon, if I work harder, I should be able to do it in two months."

He said in the same tone.

Then, the elevator door slowly opened.