Sherlock Holmes

In the huge factory area, people are busy. Nearly a hundred demons have been sorted into categories. The experimental equipment has been carefully assembled into groups. Huge screws have been drilled into the ground. The dust removal equipment and steam escape pipes on the walls have also been assembled. .

In short, the entire factory looked completely different from a few days ago. Sherlock couldn't understand these sophisticated and complex things, but he could feel the professionalism of these technicians and the makeshift factory. The factory contains such terrifying technological content.

However, all this seems to be sleeping. Those hard-working technicians are just completing the work in their hands mechanically. Of course, they will not slack off and will not make any mistakes, but there is not much in their eyes. Brilliant, because I don’t know why I am doing these things.

Everything seems extremely absurd

Professor George Romanis pushed open the elevator door and walked into the rich absurd atmosphere. He raised his head slightly and looked forward without looking to either side.

This is not because he is showing off as a superior person in charge of the factory area, but because he does not dare to look at the people around him. He is afraid that his side glance will happen to cross someone's line of sight, and that person will ask, why do we still stay here? , but he couldn’t give an answer.

So he could only move forward as if there was no one around, and he also knew that the detective following him was the one who made the truth about his teacher's death known to the public.

He was grateful to the other party and knew that Mr. Sherlock must be an absolute genius in the field of detective work. However, he said that he could make this absurd experiment feasible.

Old George is a professional scientific researcher. He knows what this experiment requires, so he cannot believe the other party's words. At this moment, he only relies on the blindness of that moment, his admiration and respect for the results of his teacher's lifelong experiments. Reluctantly, he took the man to the room at the end of the factory.

This move is irrational, so maybe I just want to find a reason that makes me willing to give up all this.

Finally, after being watched by countless people, they finally arrived at the door of the factory. Old George opened the door and the extremely precise and huge instrument appeared in front of them. It was still the same as a few days ago. , it lay there quietly without anyone touching it.

"What do I need to do?" Sherlock walked into the room and said calmly.

"Huh?" Professor George was slightly startled, not quite understanding the meaning of this sentence.

Didn't the other party say that he wanted to show himself his abilities? Why is he asking himself the other way around now?

Perhaps seeing the professor's doubts, Sherlock explained: "I don't know much about what kind of data the experiment requires, so I want to know how far I have to go to make you gain hope for this experiment." .”

Professor George Romanis had a wry smile in his heart. In this case, what the other party was thinking about was not 'how far he can do it', but 'how far he needs to do it';

It's like a candidate suddenly asking "How many points do I need to take" during an important exam that determines the future of life? It seems very strange.

So for a moment, the old professor didn't know how to answer. After thinking for a while, he finally said:

"If you count it in terms of time, if one person wants to undertake data testing for 60 people, then you need to form a contract with a small demon within at least an hour."

After saying that, he exhaled deeply, like a death row prisoner, waiting for the final sentence.

Immediately afterwards

"Okay, let's find a wild small devil to come over." Sherlock said.

Professor George Romanis' muscles all over his body tensed up for a moment. He raised his head and looked at the other person in surprise, as if he was trying to determine whether the other person really knew what he was talking about. A few seconds passed like this. , he was finally incredibly sure that this Mr. Detective seemed to really want to show something to himself.

One second——

Two seconds——

When the silence reached the third second, the old professor suddenly turned around and walked to a phone hanging on the wall. He roughly pulled off the phone, pressed a button and yelled at the person on the other end: "Send me a small wild demon! Quick!!"

His voice was a little loud, maybe because he was nervous, maybe because he wanted to appear confident. Anyway, he gave the order so straightforwardly. He didn't ask any more questions, let alone question anything, because he felt that he seemed to have caught it. There is a miracle in the palm of my hand. I dare not let go and take a look, let alone think too much, for fear that the miracle will suddenly turn into a butterfly and fly away.

Soon, a staff member walked into the factory carrying a large cage. Old Professor George snatched the cage from the other person's hand, then panted slightly, stared at Sherlock in front of him and said:

"Please.Show me!"

"Okay." Sherlock said, and then walked to the machine naturally.

Thought, idea, or soul, this thing has been the most mysterious and unobservable from ancient times to the present, just like the ubiquitous holy light.

However, Professor Darwin used a certain method to make thinking appear like lines. What a genius idea this was. And he also discovered that the closer the lines between humans and demons are, the closer the contract is. This is What a jaw-dropping scientific research result.

Now, all of this is condensed into this huge machine in front of him, and a man is putting the helmet full of various lines on his head.

Professor George Romanis swallowed. He carried the small demon to the other side of the huge machine and opened the cage. The small demon inside has been firmly bound by steel, so he can easily install a brain wave collection patch on it.

Of course, Professor George is not a grassroots scientific researcher. He would never be able to do a job like this. But at this moment, he did not let anyone interfere and even kicked out the subordinate who sent the devil. He wanted to do it himself, and he didn't trust anyone else to do it.

His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, he was extremely serious, his hands were steady, and his eyes were unblinking, as if he was afraid of making any mistakes.

Finally, five minutes later, the collection patch was completely installed. This was not a heavy task, but Professor George Romanis wiped the sweat on his forehead.

"Okay, we can start." He whispered.

Sherlock nodded and pressed a button next to him.

Buzz! ! ! !

The machine behind him made a huge roar, probably because of the construction materials. The sound seemed particularly dull in the factory, and the ground began to vibrate. The surrounding walls wrapped the roar, resonating and transmitting it back and forth, and finally The sound was like a steam train running at full speed, neighing and roaring.

Outside the factory, all the staff were attracted by the sudden sound. They looked in the same direction in surprise, wondering why the machine was started. Some people walked towards it out of curiosity, but the door was closed. I couldn't stand it, so I could only stand outside and watch. As the roar inside became louder and louder, more and more people gathered around. They gathered together so quietly, but they didn't know why they came around. What to look forward to again.

In short, it just felt like something was slowly waking up on the other side of the door.

And just inside the factory, Professor George Romanis was holding a long piece of paper with various lines drawn on it that was spit out from the end of the machine, motionless, as if it was petrified.

Hopkins is a judge, so of course he doesn't understand this. Watson is a doctor. From a medical point of view, he may have some understanding of this theoretical knowledge, but when it comes to [soul lines] and demons, after all, he Still a layman.

Therefore, neither of them knew what was happening at this moment, let alone whether Sherlock could succeed. They could only stare at the face of Professor George Romanis anxiously.

Then I found that the other party's expression was getting more and more serious and nervous. The hands holding the note were trembling. I don't know if it was due to the vibration of the machine. The trembling became more and more violent, and finally it was like As if he was experiencing something suffocating, he stared, suddenly let out a sharp cry of unknown meaning, and fell to the ground with a thud!

"Are you okay?" Watson walked over, not knowing whether he should help him up.

The old professor just raised his head blankly and looked at Watson standing next to him:

"How long has it been?" His voice seemed a little hoarse.

"Almost ten minutes," Watson replied.

Immediately afterwards, he found the old professor slumped on the ground, holding the note spit out from the machine very carefully in his hands, as if he was holding the most cherished treasure in his life, and those pairs of hands did not know My eyes, which had been dry for many years, were filled with tears.