Sherlock Holmes

bank of london

It sounds like an ordinary place. After all, there are banks in every city. They open on time at 8 o'clock during the day and close on time at 5 o'clock in the evening. There are branches in every large block. Several service staff sit behind the protective fence to serve those The old people who are dim-sighted and trying to get some relief funds go through the procedures diligently.

It has been perfectly integrated into the lives of people in London, integrating with the traffic, morning fog, horse manure, and bells. Sometimes you may not even notice it if you walk by.

However, few people know that the Bank of London is actually one of the banks with the most comprehensive security facilities in the entire empire.

To a certain extent, this city can be regarded as the birthplace of the steam age. The first steam engine, the first diesel locomotive, and the first turbine system all appeared here. Therefore, during the several hundred years of the steam age, Under the rule, London had so much wealth, so many precious scientific and technological sites, and so many worthless bastards and lives. It was simply beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

As a result, the underground storage warehouse of the Bank of London also came into being.

The existence of this underground storage warehouse is not a secret. Most London natives have heard of this place and know that it is underground the headquarters of the Bank of London. In most people's understanding, it is a warehouse built in the basement. A large safe with a lot of money in it, but that's about it.

But in fact, the underground storage warehouse of the Bank of London provides extremely extensive services, and is safer to a certain extent than the weapons arsenal of the imperial military.

Among them, the most secure one is the item storage service. It is said that even if the third demonic invasion occurs one day and the whole of London falls, the stored items will still be safe.

Watson had never handled this service before, and he didn't know if there was any exaggeration in this slogan. At this moment, he was just sitting in an elevator, and the elevator was constantly descending.

He looked at the London bank employee standing in front of him, clasping his fingers gently in his pocket, silently counting the time in his heart. The elevator had been descending for three minutes, wasn't it over yet?

At a depth of 70 meters underground, there was only a "ding~" sound, and the elevator door finally opened slowly.

Watson was led by the staff as he walked in the long and narrow corridor. There was no sunlight here, only the gas lamps embedded in the walls. Wrapped in transparent plastic sheets, they looked less dazzling and did not generate too much heat. There were gusts of breeze blowing through the gaps in the wall above the head. It seemed that an extremely powerful central air supply duct was installed on the surface. It is really hard to imagine that it would cost money to build such an underground space.

He walked like this for who knows how long. Finally, he came to a circular hall. There was a service desk in the middle of the hall, and there were doors all around, with different numbers engraved on them.

"Dear guest, do you have the key?"

The beautiful girl behind the service desk asked straight to the point, but in a very respectful tone.

"No."

Watson responded.

"So, is there a password?"

"Starry sky."

Watson said the word that the old beggar left for him. The girl in front of him immediately took out an old-looking notebook under the service desk. She quickly flipped through it for a while and finally took out a key with a smile. , handed to the guest.

Watson took the key and found the words [081-03] written on it.

There is no need to explain this. Watson bowed and thanked him like a gentleman, then walked to the door with the numbers 081 engraved on it. After entering, he came to the room marked [03] and inserted the key into the door lock. Then turn gently.

The door just opened.

In fact, this whole process is a bit too simple. It's a bit funny that such a strict underground storage only needs a password to enter. But if you think about it carefully, if the old beggar doesn't say this password, then it means... Now, if you want to find his things, you have to capture the entire London bank and then search every storage room.

As the door slowly opened, a scene that shocked Watson even more appeared in front of him.

A wide underground river is at your feet. The surging river water falls a hundred meters in the distance and hits the rocks deep underground, like a majestic waterfall falling from the sky. At the end of this raging river, is a huge The incredible whirlpool opened and swallowed up all the river water like a flood. The never-ending roar resounded in the ears. The rapid turbulent cross-current brought out huge wind pressure and blew Watson's blond hair. Dance wildly.

Everyone knows that more than a hundred years ago, a group of first-generation crazy engineers from the Mechanical Institute dug through the Thames River and poured river water continuously into a huge furnace built underground. However, everyone only heard about it, but But no one has seen it with their own eyes.

No one would have thought that the underground storage warehouse of the Bank of London was built on this dug underground river.

Just before Watson could recover from the huge roar around him, a long bridge slowly descended from the cliff at the other end and landed right in front of him. At this point, he finally understood why it was said that the Security measures are top notch.

On top of the sky drop created by this kind of environment, it would be impossible for any manpower to forcefully invade to the other side.

After passing the long steel bridge, feeling the turbulent waves under his feet, and looking at the huge whirlpool in the distance that gave people a fear of giants, Watson finally came to the other side of the bridge and re-entered the building embedded in the cliff. The surging heart finally calmed down a little.

After walking forward for a while, I came to a door at the end. As the key slowly turned, the door opened. Inside was just a small space like a dressing room, with a small groove covered by Embedded inside the wall, a box sits on top.

It is a very simple wooden box, just like the garbage discarded on the street, picked up by a scavenger and used as a storage container.

Watson walked to the box and looked down.

He found that the things inside were very old, including some dried paints, a few simple brushes, and a palette that seemed to have been unable to withstand the baptism of time, with cracks appearing on it. Watson carefully put these Taking out the things, I couldn't help but be a little surprised. Did the disabled old beggar once have an elegant sentiment that loved painting?

Finally, after digging out almost everything, he finally found the gun given to him at the bottom of the wooden box.

A revolver that looks very ordinary, even somewhat old, with no discernible model. The workmanship is extremely simple, without any patterns, decorative engravings, or even a front sight on the front of the barrel.

To be honest, Watson has also been on the front line for a while, and he knows a lot about firearms, so he knows that this gun should have been made in a simple workshop.

Of course, he never expected that his old friend could really leave him a famous gun that would one day burst into instantaneous fire and take away the life of a certain arrogant person. From then on, the empire began an earth-shaking revolution. A new chapter, and his name is resounding throughout the world.

That's a heroic legend that only appears in stories, not reality.

Even now, he still couldn't figure out why the old beggar had a gun, and why he had the money to open a storage room in a place like this, but the storage room was full of old things.

And at this moment, suddenly, Watson seemed to see something.

There seemed to be a piece of cloth spread out at the very bottom of the box. No, it was a painting. It looked very neglected and was used to pad the bottom of the box.

He reached out and took off the crumpled canvas. Fortunately, after so many years, the canvas had not become fragile.

Facing the light above his head, Watson looked at the painting quietly.

Then, he saw a distorted, broken, dazzling spectacle of dark blue. He saw the turbulent sky, the peaceful villages, the flames forming a vortex with the horizontal mountains, white clouds and the night sky.

He saw a starry sky.

Time passed little by little, and the night fell again in London. Under the fog, the starry sky in London did not have the madness and confusion, nor the curling and swirling sadness. It was just quiet and hazy, with only the bells ringing in the distance from time to time as reminders. Watch people, not everything has fallen into slumber.

Hopkins was still pregnant with sleep. He was actually quite tired these days because he had to constantly explain to Sherlock what it was like for a contractor to reach the third level and how difficult and boring it was to establish a contract with a large demon.

I think back then, when I broke through the third stage, I really suffered a lot. I had to bear the huge mental stimulation brought by evolution every day. Sometimes, as long as my demon moved even a little, it would cause terrifying headaches. , vomiting incessantly.

There is no way, every third-level contractor has to go through this torment. Thinking about it this way, if you want to adjust your brain waves to the same frequency as a wild third-level demon, it will definitely be an even more painful process. .

Moreover, if you still forcefully connect to a third-level demon as a second-level contractor, then the pain will probably increase exponentially.

But even so, Hopkins still has full confidence in Sherlock.

That guy's brain is like a black hole with no limit. What Professor Darwin took two years to do, it took him two months, is definitely not a fantasy.

In fact, he can probably complete it in one month, twenty days, or even half a month.

"Monster, that guy is a monster." He turned over and muttered to himself, wanting to tell himself that even if the guy really got it done in half a month, he still had to accept it!

Yes, you must be mentally prepared in advance so that you can appear calm and composed when the unthinkable happens!

Just thinking about it.

Suddenly, ring~ring~ring~

A phone rang.