Sherlock Holmes

Everything in his sight was spinning, and it was as if a hole had been made in his head, and a thick stick was used to stir it inside.

After a long time, he finally got used to the dizziness, and then he found himself lying in the infirmary of the factory, his hands and feet were tied, and a wooden stick was tightly tied around his mouth, just between his teeth, trying After a while, I found that I couldn't speak at all, my throat was broken from shouting, and I could only let out waves of sobs.

There was a girl lying beside the bed. Perhaps she was startled by the sound, she slowly raised her head. It seemed that she had been accompanying her for an unknown period of time. She was too tired, so she lay down on the bed and took a nap. , her hazy eyes were a little red, looking at Jamie who was looking at her, she was stunned for a moment, as if she thought she was dreaming, she hesitated for a few seconds, and then she finally showed her momentary expression.

"Are you awake?!" she said excitedly.

This girl's name is Rebecca. In fact, she is not a very important person, because she is only responsible for the final data maintenance work in the entire experimental team. The only thing about her that can be mentioned may be that she is related to Jamie had known each other since childhood, and then entered the Academy of Life Sciences together. Following their childhood sweethearts' identities and experiences, she naturally liked Jamie.

Of course, it is impossible for a proud man like Jamie to care about this kind of relationship, so Rebecca has always been irrelevant. She also knows this and never disturbs the other party. But after this experimental accident, she But he is the only one who is willing to stay by the other person's bedside.

Seeing Jamie moving around, trying to break free, a trace of worry flashed in Rebecca's eyes: "Don't move, I tied you up because I was afraid that you would hurt yourself if you struggled, and so did the wooden stick. , when you were sleeping just now, you had symptoms of epilepsy 7 times. If you bite your tongue, you will die."

She comforted, gently caressing Jamie's forehead, and found that the body temperature was at least normal, and then felt a little relieved.

Jamie couldn't speak, so Rebecca could only sit by the bed alone:

"The entire crawler conveyor in the factory collapsed, and many demons ran out. It was a chaos. Fortunately, the machine was not damaged."

Thinking that the other party might still be a little confused about what happened, he told him:

"I know you are very confident in yourself, but this time you are a little anxious. Why try it alone? At least discuss it with the people in the group."

Her voice was not loud, because she knew that Jamie was a person with a strong self-esteem, and if he did not consider his tone, he might touch the other party's most sensitive nerve.

But no matter how careful he was, it was of no avail. Such a big thing happened after all, and in the final analysis, it was all his fault. Even if he wanted to be comforted, he couldn't find a reasonable entry point. Therefore, the more the girl in front of him became... Be careful, the more regretful and self-blaming Jamie feels, the more sore and painful he becomes. He feels so uncomfortable that he wants to find a crack in the ground to crawl in, but he is tied up and cannot move.

Rebecca felt even more distressed when she saw Jamie like this. She probably felt that when he heard about the fall of the factory, he felt extremely sad and blamed himself. In fact, she heard that Jamie had been removed from the experimental team, and she probably waited until all processes were completed. She would also impose some more severe punishments on him, but she didn't dare to tell him these things, for fear that he wouldn't be able to bear it and would pass out again.

So he quickly comforted:

"Don't feel bad. In fact, the factory area did not suffer much damage, because Mr. Sherlock and his partner were there, and they calmed down the chaos. Although it sounds incredible, it was really just the two of them. A smile burst out in Rebecca's eyes: "So you didn't actually cause too much trouble. Maybe the factory can resume normal work tomorrow. Have you heard of Mr. Sherlock Holmes? He is really He is a very powerful person, and when you are almost recovered, you should go and thank him."

Since old Professor George hid Sherlock's identity very tightly, no one knows now that he is the person who really controls the machine in that room. During this commotion, his appearance only caused confusion in the factory. People thought he was an extremely tough security guard.

Therefore, Rebecca did not feel that her words had hurt the seriously injured person in front of her. After all, Jamie was a genius who focused on wisdom. To praise a person responsible for safety protection in front of him would not hurt his self-esteem no matter what. What impact will it have?

So, she just said this and carefully used what Sherlock and Watson had done to comfort the man next to her, saying that the troubles he had caused had actually been made up for by these two gentlemen, so don't worry, Don't be sad. You didn't notice at all that Jamie's body was no longer struggling, and his eyes were no longer as stubborn and indignant as before. He just slumped on the bed in a daze, as if he had aged several years.

at this time

"Dong~dong~dong~"

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in!"

Rebecca said, and then the door was pushed open, and an extremely beautiful man walked in.

After seeing Watson come in, Rebecca quickly stood up and bowed to him gratefully.

I recalled that just a few hours ago, I was standing next to this beautiful man. At that time, a demon suddenly rushed over. Fortunately, the demon raised his knife and dropped it, thus saving himself from harm. When I think of that For a moment, seeing the other person's figure, the fingers holding the handle of the knife, and that gentlemanly and extremely beautiful smile, Rebecca's breathing changed subconsciously.

What surprised her even more was that such a person was actually a doctor.

Because of the emergency situation at the time, Watson saw Jamie almost belching, so he had to take some rescue measures for him, otherwise this guy might really die in the factory.

And now he was just adhering to his duties as a doctor, coming over to take a look at the patient's condition. When he saw that the person was awake, he stopped staying.

"Wait a minute, your hand."

Just when Watson was about to leave, Rebecca saw the wound on the other person's forearm and subconsciously stopped him.

After Watson heard this, he looked at his hands, then turned to look at Rebecca.

"Thank you for your concern, beautiful lady. It's just a minor injury, I'll take care of it myself." After saying that, he smiled, opened the door and left the ward.

The whole process was very short, probably only a few minutes, but Rebecca's breathing rhythm changed several times, and after seeing the other party's last smile, her cheeks turned a little red.

She has been an unknown girl since she was a child. Even though she has excellent grades, she has some good talent for mathematics, and she is not ugly, but it may be because of her personality and always likes to wear thick-soled glasses, which makes her... Presence in the crowd is minimal.

No one has ever shown such a gentle smile to me

She had never been in love, and she had never had the extravagant hope that someone would like her. Even though Jamie, whom she grew up with, had never looked at her, she still paid attention to him passively.

Anyway, Rebecca is such a girl.

Today, a man saved her life. That man was so gentle and beautiful. To be honest, how could a girl never have a daydream of beauty and happiness?

So at a certain moment just now, her heart was naturally throbbing, but she definitely didn't expect to have any interaction with the other party. In fact, she didn't dare to let the other party know her name.

He just rubbed his cheeks and took one last look at the already closed ward door.

And all of this was seen by Jamie lying on the bed.

"Uuuuuu——"

"woo woo woo woo--"

His eyes seemed to have lost their luster, and some inaudible whimpers came out of his mouth, but the girl beside the bed seemed to still be reminiscing about the smile just now, and for a while, he didn't hear it.

Watson was walking in the corridor of the factory. He didn't have much to do these days. He only came here occasionally to see if there was anything Sherlock needed his help with. It was a coincidence that he happened to catch up with this matter. Son.

A large number of demons escaped from their restraints, and the factory area was in chaos. Although this kind of scene was not impossible for me to handle, it was indeed a bit difficult.

Of course, Watson is not an ordinary person. He has extremely strong frontal combat capabilities, and even has the confidence to escape from the huge demonic tide. Otherwise, he would not be able to become a field medic as an ordinary person.

However, after all, the power of ordinary people cannot be compared with that of the contractor. Maybe now, he can be compared with Sherlock to some extent, but in three years, five years, Sherlock will definitely not be what he is now. look.

He may have reached the third level or even come up with some other tricks. As a mortal, will it be difficult for him to keep up with the opponent at that time?

I don't know why, Watson was a little worried, and his beautiful brows wrinkled slightly.

Because he really felt that hanging out with Sherlock was a very good experience, whether it was the interesting life at this time or the visible vision and changes in future society.

But if one day, I start to hold the other party back, it will be uncomfortable. Just like today, although I and Sherlock managed the chaotic scene together, Sherlock was still able to do it with ease, but he was injured.

Although it was a minor injury, it still made Watson feel a little depressed.

Pushing open the door of the infirmary, Watson quickly found gauze, alcohol and other things with his doctor's intuition. After skillfully treating the wound, he took out his lighter and heated the scalpel in his hand back and forth.

The scratches on his arms were not big, but he decided to remove the scraped flesh around the wounds, so as to avoid any germs on the devil's claws, which could lead to later inflammation and infection. More importantly, he had to sew them up. Looks good and leaves no scars.

Zhi~zhi~zhi~

The scalpel was given to me by the old drunkard who lived across from me. It looked no different from the ones sold in the medical equipment store. The whole body was made of the same material, and it conducted heat very quickly. After a while, the position of the handle also began to change. It became scalding hot, but Watson didn't pay attention, just letting the heat burn his skin. The pain made him feel more and more awake.

So, he began to think about his own future, Sherlock's future, the future of human society, those pursuits, those yearnings, the recognition of beautiful things, and whether he, as a human being, could become stronger.

Time passed little by little, and a trace of green smoke began to float from the fingertips holding the handle of the knife, like a soldering iron, turning gently like a self-torture, making the severe pain become clearer and deeper. .

Suddenly, he was stunned for a moment, looking at the slightly red handle of the scalpel, his eyes that had been habitually squinted opened slightly.

Because he seemed to have discovered something embedded inside the handle of the knife.