Sherlock Holmes

Every night in London is similar. The steam coming out of the underground pipes vents throughout the day, until the cold wind blows by, turning it into wet water stains. Over time, it accumulates on the streets of the city and never dries up. small puddle.

And some slight ripples that are inconsistent with the direction of the night wind can mean that something passed by it at high speed not long ago, causing an irregular ripple.

Every alley in London is basically the same, with wet walls, the smell of fermented garbage that never goes away, and the constant buzzing of flies.

But it is impossible for a large group of flies to all be buzzing around at the same time. Some of them must be lying next to the trash can to lick the rotten juice.

And if there are no flies staying on the garbage, it can only mean that something disturbed them just now.

Anyway, the interaction between all things will inevitably leave traces, and even as soon as it is spoken, it will become very obvious; but few people are good at discovering these traces, let alone guessing what each trace represents. significance.

Fortunately, Sherlock is very good at it. In his eyes, even the smallest clues are as dazzling as the bright red on the white sheets on his virginity night.

So, he walked slowly into the alley, not caring that the crooked-lipped man would escape, because he knew that this alley was a dead end.

Just take a quick look at the surrounding architectural styles and neighborhood plans to know this.

There is a kind of magic in the alleys. Once all the light enters here, it will be swallowed up, and the few gas lamps on the street cannot shine in at all.

A scarlet light spot swayed forward in the darkness. It was the cigarette held by Sherlock.

"Haha, you are quite smart. In this environment, you can still hold back and prevent your contracted demon from coming out to attack me. Are you afraid of exposing the fact that you are hiding here?" Sherlock said as he walked away. , the surrounding trash cans are in the shadows, and only some outlines can be seen vaguely.

"." No response except flies and mice

"Don't waste time, I know you are here." Sherlock exhaled a puff of smoke: "I am a very kind person. As long as you come out, let's have a frank talk about why you came to trouble me, and I promise to let you go." about you."

"." Still no movement.

"Well, since you don't tell me, don't blame me for imagining things. I remember a few days ago, I seemed to have taken a job, and a woman from the uptown area was killed." Sherlock took a few steps forward. , said to himself.

But the moment he just stepped over an overturned trash can!

A gun hidden in the darkest corner suddenly lifted up, followed by a "bang!" explosion, and a huge fire broke out in the alley! !

As mentioned before, although contractors have the ability to summon demons from hell, in the eyes of most first-stage contractors, guns are already the fastest and most effective way to end a human life.

So the assassin resolutely chose to shoot. After all, no matter how fast a person reacts, he can't be faster than a bullet!

However, that wisp of scarlet light in the darkness suddenly flickered, leaving a residual shadow in the line of sight, and then quickly approached. The moment the gunfire illuminated the vision, it was already approaching like a ghost. It left a terrifying outline.

Of course Sherlock can't be faster than a bullet, but the gun has a shortcoming, that is, it can only hit where it points, and the bullet cannot turn.

Therefore, he only needs to identify the flies that are suddenly disturbed, the soft sound of the friction between the gun and the clothes, or in other words, as long as he is faster than the person who fired the gun.

In the flash of lightning, Sherlock was already squatting in front of the man. At such a close range, it was naturally impossible for him to let the other person fire a second shot. A series of blows sounded in the darkness. There was a sound, and then a pistol was thrown out, sliding right to Watson's feet.

The gentle doctor did not feel the slightest fear of the sudden gunshot. Instead, he naturally bent down to pick it up, checked the remaining bullets with great skill, and pulled the bolt. The unique click of the gun was heard. The sound was compressed into a fleeting rhythmic sound, as if he had done this countless times and had already developed some kind of instinct.

And at this moment, in the darkness, a crack in the void has been torn open

A sharp thorn stabbed out fiercely again, and the target was still the back of Sherlock's head.

In fact, this assassin's ability to control demons is very outstanding, and he can often kill his target silently and escape unscathed, but this time he was very unlucky and met Sherlock.

I saw the Mr. Detective suddenly pressing a thumb into the opponent's eye socket. It was unreasonable and inhumane. The fragile eyeball was directly crushed by the power of his fingertips!

“Uhhhhhhh——”

The severe pain hit him without any preparation, almost making the man faint, but that was not the end yet. Sherlock's fingers pressed between the eye sockets and temples, and pulled down the man's head desperately. Pulling the body connected to it, he smashed it to the ground ferociously, and then the skull collided with the masonry, making a muffled sound.

At the same time, Sherlock seemed to have eyes behind his back, and his other hand suddenly reached back in a strange posture.

I don't know whether he had already calculated the position where the void crack would open, or whether it was because the contractor was unconscious, which caused his demon to freeze for a moment. In short, this grasp actually directly grasped the newly stretched out penis. Come out with spikes!

Then, he pulled it out suddenly! !

A huge mosquito was dragged out of the crack just like this.

The slender body, the bamboo-like legs, the compound eyes that can cause trypophobia, and the sharp mouthparts!

This mosquito obviously does not have much strength, otherwise it would not be able to carry out sneak attacks all the time. When it was caught, its whole body was twisting wildly, its slender feet were clawing at it, and its huge insect wings made a scary sound. The sound of 'Pulp, Plop, Plop'.

However, the two people still standing in the alley at this time seemed not to be moved at all by the scene in front of them.

Intensive gunshots suddenly rang out, and Watson poured out all the bullets almost instantly. A pistol gave him a "Bobo Sha 41" feeling, and the giant mosquito's whole body was shot. It swept them all over and exploded one bloody hole after another. Sherlock also grabbed its insect wings and stomped ferociously towards the two huge compound eyes with one foot! ! Puff~Puff~ made a few sounds, stepped on it and exploded. Then, he still pulled the sharp mouthpart and pulled it out with all his strength!

There was a continuous sound of muscle tearing, and the long needle, along with the brain and pulpy tissue behind it, were all pulled out!

The mosquito twitched a few times and became motionless. However, as a doctor, Watson probably still had some caution left in him. He reached out and picked up a trash can, and threw the garbage inside towards the demon's body.

Rotten meat can produce huge amounts of hydrogen sulfide and phosphating gas after it has been put to decay for several months. A doctor knows this, so immediately after, a bullet was shot to the ground, and the sparks sputtered out easily destroyed all the rotten oil. The fermented juice was ignited, and after a moderate explosion, the garbage on the ground began to burn, making a crackling sound.

The narrow space was enveloped in firelight. Sherlock and Watson stood side by side, looking at each other and then at the fire in front of them.

"This thing should be dead, right?"

"Well, I don't think I can survive." Watson commented with a doctor's eyes.

"I was scared to death just now."

"Yeah, I'm naturally timid, but it scared me." Watson complained with a lingering fear, but his face was flushed with excitement.

"What about this guy?" He asked, pointing to the unconscious man Sherlock was carrying.

Sherlock thought for a while: "I want to ask him some questions, but he may not be willing to tell me; do you have a suitable place?"

"Uh" Watson hesitated for a moment. In fact, he understood in an instant what the word "appropriate" meant by the other party, so he struggled in his heart for a while, as if he was doing something about his boring life. some important decision,

After a moment, he finally smiled again and narrowed his eyes:

"Of course, come to my house. I'm a doctor. I have all the tools."

"Okay~"

Just like that, these two people who had just finished drinking slowly disappeared into the London night, carrying a poor half-dead guy.

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"Oh, by the way, I heard from Mary that you seem to be a contractor." From the end of his dim vision, Watson's chatty voice came: "Why didn't you summon your demon just now?"

"Because..." Sherlock thought for a while: "To tell you the truth, I actually tried to summon it from the beginning, but there seemed to be something wrong with my demon."