Sherlock Holmes

This stab was extremely cruel, which showed that the young man in front of him had no mercy at all.

However, what was originally facing Tianling Gai suddenly shifted its position.

In other words, it was Sherlock who suddenly turned sideways without warning.

No one knows how he did it. Anyway, his body that was still motionless just now suddenly flashed to the side, causing the screwdriver to miss his head and plunge straight into the gap between the collarbone and shoulder blade. .

This time it penetrated extremely deep, almost to the root, but Sherlock didn't seem to care about the pain at all, and his expression remained helpless as he had just lost the joy of reasoning.

"Tsk, it's such a simple and easy-to-understand ability. As long as the prey is afraid, you can restrain it. But as long as the prey is not afraid, your ability will disappear quickly, right?"

The hooded man heard Sherlock's words and seemed to want to say something, but the madness in his mind no longer allowed him to speak rationally.

I can only babble as always:

"I will do it. Hahaha. I will do it!!"

As he said that, he wanted to take out the screwdriver.

But before he could exert any force, a hand suddenly shot out and grabbed his wrist with such force that he tried desperately to break free, but to no avail.

At the same time, Sherlock's body gradually regained its ability to move, first his arms, then his torso and lower limbs. Finally, he simply held the other person's hand and stood up little by little.

The hooded man was not tall, so Sherlock had to look down at him after standing up.

As for the eye-gouging demon lying on the collar, it also fell to the ground with a clatter as it stood up, and fell to the ground. Just when it wanted to turn over, it was stepped on; if it hadn't been for this little guy, There was still a little energy left, and without the strength of this kick, he would probably have been crushed to pieces on the spot.

"That's why at the beginning, you need to use words like 'lifting nails' to arouse some subconscious fears in people's psychology, right." Sherlock didn't care about the resistance of the devil at his feet, and continued to take his time. Said: "

Very good. Not only is he wise, but he even understands what humans are afraid of.

Pain can indeed make people start to fear unconsciously, and words and language can indeed implant the 'sense of pain' into people's consciousness.

For example, [insert a toothpick in the gap between your big female toenails, and then kick the wall as hard as you can! ] Anyone who hears this will subconsciously feel uncomfortable.

Same reason. ‘Lifting the nails’ has a similar effect.”

Sherlock deliberately slowed down his speech in order to let the devil and the hooded man in front of him hear clearly.

Since the opponent's ability comes from the prey's fear, then if the prey is not afraid, it will analyze this ability clearly and tell the opponent openly, with a little disappointment in the tone.

Then the effect of this ability will probably be gone.

Sure enough, following these words, Sherlock could clearly feel his body's strength recovering bit by bit;

So, he gradually increased the strength on his hand, and the hooded man's bones made a soft crunching sound. The intensified pain finally made the madness in his eyes fade away a little, and he began to scream, wail, and think even more desperately. To break free.

At the same time, Sherlock's feet were slowly exerting force, and he could vaguely hear the clicking sound of the little devil's feet being broken one by one by the soles of his shoes.

"Come on, you can't restrain me anymore. If you don't work harder, I will crush you."

Sherlock said angrily, his eyes lowered, looking indifferently at the struggling demon at his feet.

But right now!

A crack in the void suddenly opened. It was close to the ground, right under the eye-gouging demon.

A momentary feeling of defeat came from Sherlock's feet, and the demon fell directly into the crack and escaped.

"Oh, you're a little smarter than you thought."

Sherlock muttered indifferently, but was not angry at the escape of the demon under his feet. He just smiled unhurriedly, then turned his head slightly and turned his gaze to the man who was still desperately trying to take his hand out. Hooded man.

"Okay, that little guy will deal with it later. Now you and I are the only ones left here."

Although his tone was casual and his smile was bright, two corpses were lying not far away, and the whole carriage was filled with the smell of blood, so the smile was particularly incongruous and terrifying.

Um, yes, the hooded man started to feel scary too.

As the eye-gouging demon left, the madness in his eyes gradually began to dissipate, but what replaced it was still not the look that a normal person should have, but a more intense fear!

And this fear was getting more and more evil, like a leaking steam pipe, rushing out desperately. It seemed that he had been suppressing it in his heart for a long time and finally found a channel to vent it.

So at this moment, he almost lost his mind and started roaring! ! ! !

"Let me go. Ahhhh. Let me go. I didn't do it!!!!"

He howled and struggled more and more. After finding that it had no effect, he suddenly twisted his arm 360 degrees.

Cack, click, click————

In an instant, the tendons of his wrist were directly broken, and the bones of his hand were twisted and broken by himself. He just rolled his hand into a puddle of soft flesh, and then he finally broke free from Sherlock; and During this period, the hooded man didn't seem to care about the pain at all. Without saying a word, he suddenly smashed the window of the steam train, clanking all the way along the viaduct, hitting countless steel bars and steam pipes, and fell miserably to the ground.

It has to be said that Sherlock was a little surprised. Although most of the contractors had some strength blessings, he did not expect that this young man could burst out with such decisive power, let alone that the other party could do something in order to escape. Such self-destructive behavior.

"Is this what it's for? Why don't we have a good chat first? I'm a very soft-hearted person, and I didn't say that I won't let you go?"

He muttered and lit a cigarette

In fact, if things were normal, he would definitely not let this happen. Neither the demon nor the hooded man could escape from him, but now he is not completely in control of himself. body, so the movements are a little slower.

But it doesn't matter, the result is the same anyway

So Sherlock came to the broken glass he had just smashed open, exhaled a puff of smoke, and then jumped down lightly. The wind blowing in the opposite direction lifted his coat upwards, making a hunting sound.

After landing, he glanced at the direction in which the young man disappeared, and shook his head with some distress:

“The psychological quality of today’s young people is really bad. They want to escape from anything they encounter.

Why are you running away? You can't escape."