Sherlock Holmes

As time goes by, there are more and more people in the surrounding bars, but Miss Eileen's bar has always been tepid. After all, the prices here are not affordable enough.

After a few more minutes, Sherlock finally destroyed the last bit of food on his plate.

In fact, in his opinion, the food here is indeed delicious and the ingredients are very particular, but he cares too much about taste. The most important thing about food is to fill the stomach, so from a certain point of view, the amazingly priced steak here is It's not as good as Mrs. Hudson's beef soup, and as a bar, it doesn't have the cheapest dark ale, so I always feel like it's lacking.

After a short rest, Sherlock left the bar with Catherine. The cold night wind and the surrounding noise enveloped him again. He felt with some regret that he might never be able to adapt to the life of the aristocratic class.

And just then.

A steam locomotive came slowly from the corner and stopped not far from the bar.

Several people with too straight waists got out of the car.

They seemed to be standing on both sides of the car door casually, but they vaguely showed a kind of surrounding and protective posture. Then, a middle-aged man with a very clean face stepped out of the car.

He is very tall and thin. He wears a pair of elegant thin-rimmed glasses and the most ordinary winter coat. His facial features are gentle and soft, and his eyes are calm. He is like a poet or painter who is easy to get along with. He stands quietly. In the night wind, I let my hair get messed up.

Sherlock was only a few steps away from the car, so he looked sideways over there. Taking advantage of the situation, he also looked over the shoulders of several people and saw the person who had just stepped out of the car.

And at this moment, seemingly coincidentally, the man turned his head and looked at Sherlock silently.

No one knew what this moment of looking at each other meant, but the owners of the two glances seemed to subconsciously narrow their eyes slightly, as if a spark was shining between the two, a little dazzling and not too dazzling. Comfortable.

Of course, no one could see the sparks at that moment. There was only the wind, a leaf in the wind, and a few grains of dust between the two people.

The next second, the middle-aged man turned around without warning, smiled gently, and walked towards Sherlock.

The few people standing aside quickly moved out of the way, not knowing whether it was because they were too respectful and were afraid of blocking the person's way, or because they were too fearful and were afraid of touching the other person.

As the man walked over, Catherine also noticed him. She slowly looked sideways and looked at him. Then she suddenly thought of something, her whole body suddenly tensed, and the arm blocked by Sherlock's body suddenly tightened. She reached forward and grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"Hello, Miss Catherine."

The man's eyes were fixed on Sherlock as he walked over, but when he got closer, he suddenly looked at Catherine, and bowed extremely politely, with his legs together and his body slightly hugged, just like socializing. It's the same as what's shown in etiquette textbooks, it's standard and there's not a single fault to be found.

But Catherine was clenched tighter by the hand behind Sherlock, but fortunately her face remained as calm as it should be:

"Are you Mr. Baskerville?"

"Exactly! I didn't expect Miss Catherine to know me." Baskerville straightened up and said: "I have heard about your father, and I deeply regret it. He is a scholar who can be called a treasure in human history. , the holy light will bless his soul."

There was some sadness on his gentle face:

"As for the reason why I came this time, it was because the recruitment document signed at that time stated that after the experiment was over, I could come and get my contracted demon back. In fact, I should have come a few months ago, but because Military affairs were delayed, and I boarded a transport airship to and from here just a week ago. Due to my special status on the front line, I didn't say hello to you in advance. I'm really sorry."

Speaking of this, Catherine's mood became heavier and heavier.

Indeed, the recruitment document stated that the other party could take back his contracted creature after the experiment was over, and the death of his father naturally heralded the end of the experiment.

But now the case seems to have just begun to show some signs. At this time, Baskerville suddenly appears and wants to pick up the devil, which will inevitably have an impact on the detection of the case.

and!

Sherlock seemed to think that the frontline commander in front of him was the murderer of his father.

Although this idea is so ridiculous, since he said it, there must be some connection.

So subconsciously, Catherine looked at Sherlock aside.

At the same time, Baskerville also looked over, then smiled and said: "The person who can have dinner with Miss Catherine must be extraordinary. Can you introduce this gentleman?"

Before Catherine could speak.

"Sherlock Holmes, private detective, nice to meet you."

Sherlock took the initiative to answer, and at the same time extended his hand in a friendly way, and Baskerville also extended his hand in a friendly way to shake it, but their palms separated as soon as they touched, and there was an inexplicable feeling of tension in the air.

"Detective?" Baskerville was slightly confused: "Isn't he investigating the death of the old dean of Darwin?"

"Exactly."

"Although I have never been in the empire, as far as I am concerned, the death of the old dean was just an accident."

"I don't think so. In fact, in my senses, this matter can already be regarded as murder." Sherlock said calmly, as if he didn't know what kind of person the other party was, "Although now There is no evidence yet, but not all cases require evidence before starting an investigation. If we just follow the evidence and arrest the criminals, what else do we need detectives to do?"

"It makes some sense. So, do you have any clues now?"

"Yes!" Sherlock smiled: "In my deduction, the most likely murderer for the time being is you, Mr. Baskerville."

This moment of silence made Catherine's heart beat violently, and Baskerville in front of him couldn't help but be a little stunned. He really didn't expect that this private detective whose name he had never heard of would actually do it in front of him. Say this to your face.

The few people standing by the car behind him were almost stunned for a moment, and then leaned over.

However, their position was very strange. It seemed that it was not because Sherlock had just slandered his superior and wanted to round him up and beat him up.

Instead, he stood next to Baskerville, as if he was on guard against his commander suddenly doing something irreversible.

"Hahaha"

Finally, after two or three seconds of silence, the first person to speak was Commander Baskerville.

He looked at Sherlock with admiration: "I didn't expect that I would be listed as the most likely suspect.

But I know that I am not the murderer of the old dean, and as you say, you only have doubts about me, and there is no way to really accuse me.

So. why are you telling me this now? "

Sherlock smiled bitterly: "Actually, I don't want to do this, but you just said that you would take away your contracted creature, which is not feasible, so I have to find a way to keep it."

"But isn't your method a little too radical?" Baskerville's tone seemed to be worried about the other party.

"There is no way you have come all the way here, and you definitely can't come back empty-handed. And as a detective, I definitely can't let you leave with that demon. This is something that can't be adjusted. And, I really mean it. I suspect you are the murderer, so I am still thinking of ways to keep you here too."

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These words were spoken softly and calmly, but in the ears of the people around him, it was almost like a pair of big hands strangling the throat, making it difficult to even breathe.

Baskerville smiled, and this time his smile was sincere: "I have military duties, how could I be delayed because of a case?"

"That's why I have to find a way." Sherlock said, lighting a cigarette.

The acrid smell of smoke penetrated Baskerville's nose, and he felt the pungency that was enough to make his trachea spasm. For a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a hint of blood wafted under his lenses.

He smelled the brand of cigarette. Blues.

Lord Dante smoked this kind of cigarette when he was in the army, and he didn't quit until he got old. After he learned this, he tried many times, but he could never get used to the force that made people's eyes sore, so he finally had to give up.

But how could this guy in front of him smoke so naturally and so freely?

Inexplicably, the pressure in the air began to rise. The noisy wind just now stopped. The withered yellow leaves fell on the long street. Some passers-by were too far away to see clearly what was happening here. But they all stopped subconsciously and no longer dared to take a step forward. People in the restaurant next to them noticed the oppressive atmosphere here and couldn't help but look through the window.

"Of course a detective must focus on the case, but it's not okay to casually frame an officer of the Holy Crusaders." Baskerville said suddenly and earnestly: "Besides, I left the front line this time just to To get back my contracted demon, this can be regarded as a kind of military maneuver. Even if you, a detective, try to stop it, it won't work. What's even worse is that you not only don't let me take away the contracted demon, you even want to let me take it away. I am also staying. Do you know my status on the front line? Although there won’t be any big actions in the near future, I am far away from the battlefield. This in itself theoretically delays the fighter plane.

These things are not okay. If you say these words on the front line, I may kill you directly.

But after all, this is the heart of the empire.”

He paused suddenly:

"But if you had just said those words and then had a conflict with a Crusader officer, then being accidentally killed would not be too difficult to explain."

At this point, the expressions on the faces of the surrounding Crusader soldiers finally reached a peak of nervousness, and several people quickly stepped forward to stop them.

Just as Sherlock thought, the reason why these people followed the middle-aged commander was not to protect him.

But to restrict him!

It's okay on the front line, at least there are troops, weapons, discipline, and General Patton.

But now we are in the hinterland of the empire! With his frightening behavior and bloodthirsty nature hidden under that gentle appearance, whoever dares to let him wander around the city will naturally be followed by the most powerful soldiers.

However, the movements of these Crusader soldiers were still slow.

Or maybe the middle-aged commander was too fast! ! !

At this moment, he had arrived in front of Sherlock without warning, and his not-so-thick arm lightly swung towards Sherlock's neck, like a red-hot knife, trying to Go cut into a piece of soft tofu!

It was so fast that it almost exceeded everyone's reaction limit.

The only thing that seemed to react was the cigarette spinning in mid-air, but as it approached Baskerville, it was torn apart by the wind pressure and turned into wisps of flying tobacco and debris. .

The next second.

boom! A sound.

Due to the instant contact between the two people, the air was compressed to the extreme in a very short period of time, and then exploded with a deafening roar!