Sherlock Holmes

No matter how bad the situation is, the library will always open at the scheduled time, even during the second demon invasion.

Not to mention it was just snow.

Captain Victor pushed open the door of the building in front of him, shook off the snow on his body, and revealed his excessively pale face with obvious frostbite.

In fact, he didn't even know where this place was. He just got the photo from the informant and determined that the target was inside. Then he found a nearby car dealership and hired a carriage at three times the price. Came here despite the wind and snow.

The next thing he has to do is to walk in, find the target, slap him to death, and then leave openly. That's it.

As the vanguard force along the Redeker Strait, he naturally developed this straightforward style of dealing with things, because their duty is to reclaim unknown areas on the Antarctic continent. They set foot on inaccessible frozen soil and encounter all kinds of things. The devil, without any warning or geographical marking, has been living a life of one meal and one meal for a long time.

Therefore, no matter what they say or do, they have an air of indifference. Within the Holy Legion and the government forces, there is an extremely traditional understanding that one should never mess with the vanguard. You never know what this group of people will fight you for. What they are least afraid of is death. After all, even if you don't fight with them, they will most likely be torn apart by demons that suddenly appear on their next mission. A mess.

In comparison, being able to die together with you is considered a "earning" thing in their eyes.

Captain Victor walked into the British Library and stayed on the front line for more than a year. He finally earned enough military merit a few days ago in exchange for a few days of precious vacation away from the front line. He didn't want to kill a first-order contractor. It's a waste of time.

Fortunately, there was almost no one in the library, so he took out a mouse directly from his coat pocket.

Of course it was not an ordinary mouse. In fact, as long as you look closely, you can see that it looks like a mouse, but its round head has a dozen eyeballs and four or five mouths. brat.

This kind of small demon is called a 'boiling rat'. It often appears in cold areas in the north. It has extremely weak aggression, almost no defense, and very little courage. Despite its scary appearance, it can sometimes even be unable to defeat normal rats.

But this kind of lowest-level demon has a very useful ability, that is, they can smell the smell of other demons or contractors; and because of their extremely timid habits, they are far away from other people except their breeders. The closer the outside demon or contractor is, the more frightened they become, so the screams become more miserable.

Raising boiling rats is a very common thing among frontline troops.

I saw Victor holding the boiling rat in his hand, and then walking quickly in a random direction. He wandered like this for about twenty minutes. Suddenly, the boiling rat in his hand began to struggle. The four or five He opened his mouth and made a squeaking sound at the same time.

This frequency means that there is a contractor within 50 meters nearby.

He immediately straightened his arms and ran around in circles, looking for the most miserable direction of the Boiling Rat's cry. In this way, he soon came to the inconspicuous corridor at the edge of the library.

That's when.

A creak.

A door opened in the corridor, and a man with messy hair and a long trench coat walked out.

At the same time, it is still in this moment!

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak!"

The boiling rat in Captain Victor's hand suddenly went crazy!

Its cry suddenly increased several times, and its whole body began to twist violently. It was as if it would rather break its own skin to escape, and its big eyes were wildly moving in different directions. It spun around and finally stopped moving.

"???" Victor was a little confused.

He shook the little guy in his hand, and then found even more confused that he was dead.

what's the situation? ? ?

Fei Shu is indeed very timid. When he was on the front line, he would show extreme fear when encountering large demons, but he had never been scared to death or fainted to death.

Therefore, Victor naturally felt that this little guy suddenly went from a place of 30 degrees below zero to a "warm area" of more than 10 degrees below zero, and was a little uncomfortable. The huge difference in temperature led to sudden death?

He was not one of those scholars who studied demons in the Academy of Life Sciences, and he didn't care about that. He just threw the boiling rat on the ground with some helplessness, and then looked openly at the man at the other end of the corridor.

And the other person is looking at him.

The moment their eyes met, Victor suddenly smiled and took out the photo in his pocket.

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" he asked politely, thinking he was polite.

"Yes." Sherlock just closed the door, and then, for some reason, began to untie the scarf he had tied.

"Oh, that's good. I'm sorry to inform you."

"You're here to kill me, right, Captain Victor." Sherlock put the scarf on the ground. He didn't look confused at all, nor did he show panic. He just moved his shoulders.

Victor was obviously taken aback: "Do you know me?"

"Of course I don't know him, but when you were looking at the photo just now, you took out the envelope containing the photo. It was clearly written on it, Victor signed for it."

He was stunned and subconsciously touched his pocket.

"But there is only one name, why do you call me captain?"

"Well, it's a long story, but you insist on listening to it?"

"Of course, in return, I'll be smarter in a moment." He responded with some curiosity.

Sherlock shrugged indifferently: "Actually, it only requires some simple reasoning. The snow on your feet has not melted yet. It should not have been long since you entered this building, but you were eager to take off your hat and open your coat. Your body has adapted to it." The temperature in London is definitely much lower than outside. London is experiencing a major cold wave once every ten years these days. There are few places that are colder than this. The first thing I thought of was the front line on the Antarctic continent;

Moreover, people who have lived in cold areas for a long time have very strict requirements on shoes. A pair of good shoes is equivalent to their second life. You have changed your Crusader uniform, but you still wear your shoes habitually, with the laces sealed. There are also sunflower marks on it. The traces of frostbite on the face are very clear, including around the eyes.

You don’t often wear windproof glasses, because you need to always observe things in the distance, or in the absence of any environmental shielding, windproof glasses will refract the light diffused by the snow, so you are most likely to belong to the vanguard of the battle, or Investigators, I prefer the latter, because the soldiers in the vanguard don't have much free time to go home to visit relatives. Anyway, they shouldn't just appear in London casually.

Oh, you don’t often wear a mask, and there are a lot of frostbite marks on your chin and lips. The corners of your mouth are inevitably dry and cracked because you often open and close them in cold places. It should be because you need to give orders frequently. On the front line, you need to The ones who keep yelling are obviously the team captains. After all, people with too low positions only need to obey, while high-ranking second lieutenants or school-level officers only need to give the most basic strategic orders. Only captains can Only the commanders at the lowest level do the most tedious but thankless dirty work.

Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to look down on you. "