Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 106 "Tick-tock."

Sherlock is a detective.

As a detective, what he usually takes on the most is stalking mistresses and looking for his wife's sexual partners. Although he prefers to arrest those on wanted warrants, he can't always keep an eye on the murderer and arrest him. Criminals need to relax, otherwise who will commit crimes in the future?

If no one commits a crime, how can I have any income?

Therefore, he is also extremely good at basic business such as tracking.

Just like he said before, if he wants to find someone, that person will definitely not be able to escape.

At dusk today, he arrived at the White Thorn Security Company, but did not go in. He just glanced at the door and discovered the whereabouts of the target he was looking for.

At this time when the heavy snow had just stopped, few people came to the security company, so it was easy to find an unusual set of ruts in front of its door.

This kind of wheel belongs to the highest standard taxi carriage in London, costing 4 shillings per kilometer! !

Except for those wealthy aristocrats who pay too much attention to their status and the noble insiders of the Holy See, no one is willing to hire this kind of carriage, especially when the snow accumulation exceeds five centimeters.

Anyway, after that, Sherlock smoothly followed the tracks to this luxurious hotel and used some tricks that a third-rate liar would know to get rid of the receptionist at the door, so that he could open the room registration form on the table as if no one else was there. The roster is up.

In today's chaotic era, the hotel's registration business will definitely not be meticulous enough to record the position, name, age and other information of each guest. Even if it is registered, there is no way to distinguish the authenticity, so where Above, there are only the simplest check-in time, number of guests, and booked check-out time.

But this is enough.

This is London, and it's a night before the Day of Holy Love. In this case, you can book a suite and live alone, and you don't have to make room for others after three hours. Besides the executive officer of the Holy See, who else can accomplish such a feat?

Even if the mayor himself came, he would not be treated like this.

Of course, Sherlock is a cautious person after all, so he went to a floor across the street. Fortunately, he found that the curtains in that room were not drawn too tightly, so he saw the old man and his too thin cheeks. , the dark circles under the eyes that drooped to the cheekbones, and the scanty hair under the illumination of the gas lamp, revealed a unique yellowish color that had been bathed in incense for a long time; expensive coats were hung on the hangers at the door, because they were not normally worn. executive robes, so the sunflower pendant that shows faith can only be placed on the table.

In short, he was sure that the person in front of him was the executive who wanted to kill him tomorrow.

So, half an hour later, he slowly opened his eyes in hell. The hot wind and sand flowed slowly as always. Sherlock stepped into the boiling world that seemed to have not changed for millions of years. In his own field, he lightly snapped his fingers.

With a neighing sound, the carriage made of ashes came quickly and stopped beside him respectfully.

Then the black tide gathered, surging chaotically, emerging from all directions in London's lower city, all sewers, dark corners, and the ruins of weathered buildings, connecting to each other. At the same time, nearly a hundred demons scattered in various areas They also received some kind of instructions and began to look in a certain direction.

Sherlock got into the carriage, and just like that, the horse's hooves trampled through the streets of hell, leaving behind scorched footprints. Countless voices intertwined into a roar, and at the same time, he started running wildly!

How long does it take for a contractor to be promoted?

In most cases, it could be ten years, twenty years, or a lifetime

And Moran is obviously one of the most talented people recorded in the entire Holy See. She underwent the canonization ceremony of a contractor when she was 9 years old, and then broke through the bottleneck at the age of 12 and became a second-level contractor. , ten years later, when she was 22 years old, she reached the third level

This can almost be said to be the number of geniuses that can be counted on one hand over the centuries. Otherwise, it would be impossible to follow the Holy Son of the Holy See alone and give him such a strong sense of security.

It took her just three years to go from the first stage to the second stage.

So Sherlock thinks that based on his talents, he should be promoted in two to three months.

Although his contracted creatures are a bit weird, the relationship between those little tentacles and himself is quite good, and there is no room for deepening the friendship.

In other words, I am probably just one person away from the second stage who can make me try my best!

Then this person must be very strong, must be able to defeat cleverness with force, must be able to withstand the plans, conspiracies, and calculations in his own mind, and squeeze out everything he can, then that's it!

Of course, you have to be careful. Things like your brain can only be used within a certain range, and you can't really extend the front line and be the mastermind behind the scenes. Otherwise, collect information bit by bit, find out the enemy's likes and dislikes, investigate his mistress or illegitimate child, and then control the local gangs, kidnap the person's father, mother, wife, son, etc., and force them to do things that seem to be 'within their power' , which allowed him to 'unintentionally' offend some people, and at the same time, he cooperated with the frame-up and secretly infiltrated Chen Cang. From time to time, at critical moments, he found that he had killed his only true love with his own hands, in order to try to break the other party from the spiritual level. Hey, in short, if you really do this, you may never get a chance to pry into the new realm of contractors for the rest of your life.

Conspiracy, human nature, crime, these little tricks are everywhere in the world.

Tired of using Sherlock's words?

In short, if you want to meet the above requirements, people like Deacon Bader can't do it, nor can people like Catherine and the old priest, and even less can the big-headed soldier who came back from the front line.

It happened that at this moment, Gaba, an executive of the Holy See, came to him. It was like an established opportunity that fell from the sky.

How could he let it go.

In hell, Sherlock got off the carriage and looked at a large five-meter-tall demon crouching quietly on the ground in front of him. He couldn't help but be a little surprised.

He had come into contact with a total of four second-stage demons before.

Subconsciously, I thought that the second-level demon should be at the level of Deacon Bader, or the old priest.

It was only at this moment that he finally understood why Moran said that the gap between second-level contractors would reach the level of 'a world of difference'.

The huge creature in front of him is sitting, or squatting, with two extremely long arms that can hang to the ground, and his legs are even more so, because he is squatting, and the height of his knees has passed his shoulders, like a The weird monkey was extremely thin, or it was a huge version of the lanky ghost. The whole body showed dull black skin, except for the area behind the head where a whole spine was connected, with white hair.

The so-called slenderness and thinness mentioned above are actually just compared to its huge size. In fact, the owner of the weird creature in front of him and his terrifying muscle outline are unabashedly exposed with thick muscles under the skin. The veins and veins looked like they would burst into blood at the slightest movement. The slender face has no eyes, only a huge gaping mouth that extends to the side of the head. It cannot be closed because of the dense and sharp teeth inside, like a shiny black football that has been opened. A barbed, playful crack.

"With such a large size, doesn't it count as a third-order demon?"

Of course he knew the answer. Since this thing had not been transported to the Devil's Breeding Farm and had already appeared in urban London, it was naturally not considered third level.

Sherlock has never seen what a third-level demon looks like, and the words described in the book and the unclear photos cannot give him a clear understanding at all.

But at this moment, when he looked at the thing in front of him, he sincerely felt a kind of pressure coming towards his face. He finally had to sigh, an executive officer of the Judgment Department was really powerful to an unexpected extent.

However, this kind of pressure did not last long, and together with the remaining emotions of sigh, shock, curiosity, etc., it transformed into some kind of excitement that was not easy to understand!

He laughed, feeling that the tentacles in the domain and the more than a hundred demons under his control were all surrounding him, quite like an army of one man, but they were all small demons in the first stage, so there was no What a strong sense of security it gave him.

He raised his head and looked at the 'sun' in the sky, and found that it had closed its eyes tightly and seemed unable to lower its tentacles and sweep away the big guy in front of it.

Sherlock seemed even happier.

Then, he snapped his fingers.

In an instant, all the surrounding scenery seemed to be brought along. The huge black waves rising up in the sky were swept by dense roars. The friction of sharp fangs and the vibration of feet hitting the ground made everything around start to churn, spreading over the streets and buildings. , brushing his shoulder and rushing towards the crouching dark ghost.

The night passed like this.

The snow on the ground seemed to be much brighter than usual under the sunlight.

Real world, Executive Ivnovitch opens his eyes

Just as he expected last night, this night was very long, almost the most difficult night in his life.

He had a headache, nausea, palpitations, muscle soreness, and the seams in his bones felt like needles were being drilled out. He didn't know when he fell asleep. He even felt that it was not falling asleep, but a kind of lying in bed. of coma.

And, he had an extremely weird dream.

In the dream, he saw that his contracted creatures were being attacked by countless demons. Although those demons were all very low-level small demons, their numbers were extremely alarming. At the same time, there was a black sticky tide, wave after wave. trying to swallow it up.

He was already over 60 years old, so it was naturally impossible for him to have awakening dreams again, so he just regarded this dream as a random thought caused by sleep discomfort.

He sat up with difficulty and looked at the clock on the wall. He found that it was already late and there were still people to kill today, so he prepared to wash up and get dressed.

But suddenly!

"Tick tock."

A drop of blood fell on his expensive pajamas.

Ivnovitch was startled and wiped his nose subconsciously.

Hands full of blood

6000 words, you know what I want, right?