Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock had never seen what soul lines should look like in a normal state, but this did not prevent him from seeing that there was something wrong with his lines.

This is a very simple arithmetic problem. The soul is four sets of wavy lines, the contractor is blue, and the contract demon is red.

Then, there should be eight lines.

But now there are only four lines drawn on the paper in Sherlock's hand.

And it's not red or blue, but light black.

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The two of them looked at each other for a while, neither of them spoke.

In the end, it was Catherine who broke the calm first:

"Maybe our operation is not standardized. When I used it more than a month ago, it was in a red and blue state."

"Really? It may be because I didn't sleep yesterday. In fact, I'm quite good at sleeping. Or... it's probably because the machine hasn't been used for a long time and the ink has deteriorated." Sherlock said thoughtfully. I quickly found several reasons that seemed to make sense.

However, during this period, his hand secretly tore off a section of the note spit out by the machine and put it into his pocket.

"As you said, there may indeed be something wrong with the ink. Since my father passed away, this big guy hasn't worked much." Catherine said, "But don't worry, I will find someone to deal with it as soon as possible until it is fixed. Let’s test it again.”

"It seems like this is the only way to go for now." Sherlock nodded: "By the way. What is the training method to change the soul line?"

When it comes to training methods, Catherine seems to suddenly start to have a headache.

"Speaking of training methods, well, they are very complicated and boring." She pinched her eyebrows subconsciously: "Actually, it is already difficult to just understand them, let alone practice them.

For example, changing the way of alpha waves requires the trainer to have the ability to "fall asleep within a minute at any time". Some even need to do it within 30 seconds without any drugs or alcohol. Only then can the small-amplitude fluctuations of the alpha wave be simply controlled.

This is too difficult.

The way to control beta waves is more difficult, requiring the trainer to watch the movement trajectory of an object and calculate its speed in meters per second.

Sigh. At that time, I wondered if my father was naive and believed that everyone had a terrible brain like his. Otherwise, how could he come up with such a perverted training method? "

Sherlock was slightly surprised when he heard this training method:

"It turns out that these all require training."

Of course, it was impossible for him to actually say such words. He just continued to nod seriously, expressing his agreement with Catherine's words.

"Actually, I don't think you need to be so embarrassed. I know that you are talented at this kind of thing, so as long as you train hard, you will definitely achieve the goals expected by your father. But for ordinary people, these may take a long time. It will take several years, even ten years.

But when I think about what this kind of training means, I suddenly feel that no matter how difficult it is, it is understandable. "

Catherine's tone seemed to have softened slightly. Maybe it's because as a human being, when faced with the bright future that the entire race may have, she will naturally show a certain kind of comfort and security. Maybe it's because as a girl, she already has a sense of security in her bones. The longing and memory of his father's majestic image still remain.

In short, the woman in front of her lowered her eyes slightly, and there was a softness that would never be seen in her usual coolness.

But at this moment.

"Bang" sound.

The door to the room was suddenly pushed open with a bit of force and hit the wall. The muffled sound echoed repeatedly in the empty space.

Sherlock and Catherine both looked in the direction of the door, and then saw an old man walking in. He was very old, but his eyebrows were very strong, and his facial lines showed a toughness that was not easy to compromise. He was thin. His figure was wrapped in a set of common laboratory white clothes. His beard, clothes, stance, and hair were all meticulous. However, the sharp aquiline nose under his eyes made him look a little gloomy.

Behind him were several people wearing security uniforms. Each one of them was extremely strong, and even looking at their stance, they had a distinct smell of iron blood. They were probably experienced on the coast of Redker Strait, or even simply recruited. Came here.

As soon as the old man entered the door, he looked directly at Catherine without hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, he walked over. He seemed to be in his sixties, but he walked with a wind in his step.

"What nonsense!" The old man lowered his voice and said in a shrill voice, "How could you just break in to such an important place?!"

Catherine didn't speak, just looked at each other quietly.

As for Sherlock, some information slowly emerged in front of his eyes.

【Joseph Dalton Holker】

[Pioneering pioneer of hell ecology; editor of "Demon Family Classification"; main developer of the second generation of demon sedatives;

Vice President of the School of Life Sciences]

This was a brief message, and at the same time, Sherlock also saw some small details in the other person's words, deeds, and clothing.

The most important and obvious one is his mental state at this time.

Anger. And it is anger that has been accumulated for a long time but has nowhere to vent.

The vice president of the School of Life Sciences is obviously not the kind of person who likes to hide his true emotions, and his title and industry status make him naturally immune to any disobedience and doubts. As a result, this violent personality becomes more and more serious. Over the past few decades, his normal speech had a hint of scolding.

"Get out of here right now!" Seeing that Catherine didn't reply, he raised the tone a little higher.

It was only then that Catherine raised her head slightly with a half-smile, as if she had just noticed him.

At this moment, Sherlock seemed to see the woman who habitually put on an arrogant posture when they first met.

"This is the place where my father often stayed during his lifetime. There will definitely be some clues left behind. It's fine if you don't look for it. Why are you stopping me from looking for it?"

As soon as these words were spoken, a sharp look flashed in Vice Dean Holk's eyes, which immediately turned into another wave of anger.

"Clue? What clue!

Your father is dead, from a failed experiment of his own! It took more than 30 years of resources and manpower from the Academy of Sciences to produce such a ridiculous result. If I were him, I wouldn’t even have the shame to live!

This is not a murder at all, what else is there to investigate? !

Don't you know that your current behavior is the same as your father's? stubborn! ridiculous! "

While he was talking, he walked up to Catherine angrily, and pushed her hard as if he usually humiliated the new scientific researchers at work!

Of course, there was no push.

But this seemed to make him even more angry, and he raised his hand to hit Catherine, but when he saw the extremely cold and slightly lowered eyes of the woman in front of him, he did not dare to wave his hand down.

Finally, he turned around suddenly and shouted at the group of security personnel behind him:

"Kick her out!"

Catherine frowned slightly.

Of course she is not afraid of these people, but these guys who have experienced on the frontline battlefield are not all useless. If you want to stop them, you must take several heavy blows.

But after all, she is the daughter of the old dean, and during this period of time, in order to investigate the case, she must repeatedly visit various experimental sites. If she really hurts someone, she will definitely be caught.

The daughter of the old dean had a violent fight with the vice dean. This kind of thing would not sound good no matter what happened.

Thinking of this, those big and powerful people came closer. They seemed to know that the woman in front of them had some scruples, so they said in a deep voice:

"I'm sorry, I'm rude."

Immediately, one of the leaders stretched out a huge hand and grabbed Catherine's shoulder.

At this moment, the inconspicuous man who had been standing next to her walked over at some point and slowly stopped in front of Catherine.

"We are just looking for some clues and will not disturb anything in the laboratory." He said with a friendly smile, "So there is no need to be so nervous."