Sherlock Holmes

The Holy Light is undoubtedly the most mysterious thing in the world, bar none.

In fact, in Sherlock's senses, hell is not an existence that is too difficult to understand. After all, it can be seen and touched. Counting that he has been exposed to hell for more than half a year, the environment there is harsh, the temperature is very high, the buildings are weathered, and the sky is blood red. , but to a certain extent, it can barely be understood as an ecologically destroyed world.

As for demons, if you look at them irresponsibly, they are just a group of strange-looking monsters. After all, in the environment of hell, no matter what they look like, you can understand them. In order to survive, they have evolved various kinds of monsters. Ability can also be explained, because hell has its own ecology and its own rules. In this case, there is no need to speculate on it with realistic ideas.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that there is a big eyeball floating in the sky, which is not something that is impossible to accept.

However, the Holy Light is different.

Holy light is something that exists in the real world. Even if it is truly invisible and intangible, it should always follow the laws of the real world.

[Omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent, invisible, even able to understand the past and foresee the future. 】

No matter how you hear this, it's a bit strange.

But for hundreds of years, the description of the Holy Light in textbooks has been like this. No one has studied the Holy Light, and no one can understand the Holy Light, even those servants of God who are bathed in the Holy Light all day long. It may be because of the supreme respect that humans have for the Holy Light, or it may be that they simply cannot touch it.

In short, this mysterious thing makes Sherlock unable to see through it no matter how hard he thinks about it. Even if he just tries to understand it, he doesn't know where to start.

This is undoubtedly a huge regret for a curious person.

In desperation, he could only consider the matter at hand first.

The factory covers a huge area. The moonlight passes through the clouds, through the fog, and then through the glass above the factory. There is not much light left, so only the gas lamps along the way guide Sherlock's way forward.

As a metal door slowly opened, a larger space appeared in front of him. This was already an extension of the factory. It was originally a water storage reservoir used to supply water to the huge steam pipes around it. But after passing After renovation, it is now an exaggerated open space, visually estimated to be at least about 10,000 square meters. Against such a wide space, two humans, Sherlock and Old Professor George, standing at the door, look particularly small.

There were no workers in the factory area, and huge waterfall lights hung overhead, turning the shadows of people into pitch-black giants crawling on the ground. They kept walking forward in one direction until a few minutes later, they finally came. Arriving at the deepest part of the warehouse, it was a space separated by a huge curtain. Old George taught him to pull the lever next to him, and the curtain slowly rose, revealing a huge glass with a height of nearly ten meters. The vessel appeared in front of me.

Blue liquid, bubbles emerging from time to time, and countless long needles of different colors connected to thick pipes were inserted into the huge body.

Sherlock looked at the hand that was soaked in demon sedative and looked like a huge statue, inserted in the pocket of his windbreaker, and couldn't help but squeeze it gently.

He had met this guy once before in the Academy of Life Sciences, but after meeting him again, he found that the red and white muscles and bones, and the too slender waist proportions still gave him a surging feeling of shock.

I really can’t imagine what kind of environment could give birth to such a terrifying creature.

Old Professor George stood beside Sherlock, seeming to be infected by his undisguised emotions, and exhaled deeply.

In fact, as a student of Professor Darwin, he is naturally one of the top researchers in demonology. He has even traveled to the giant island of Odilia many times on behalf of the Academy of Life Sciences to express his condolences to the soldiers and researchers stationed there, and also conducted close-up research. Blood samples from hundreds of large demons.

He has seen many, many demons, even to some extent, more than those Imperial soldiers on the front lines.

But every time he saw [Crimson], he would be subconsciously shocked by his appearance, because he had never seen such a demon before.

From a professional perspective, this demon has evolved a bit too much like a 'primate'. It has five slender fingers that can be spread, flexible knuckles, and the distribution of the spine represents its internal extension nerves. Extremely rich, broad shoulders, forward-leaning head and neck, too slender waist, and exaggeratedly long legs. If a human has such a bone and muscle distribution, then he must be extremely powerful in various sports. talent.

The most surprising thing is that this demon has evolved an exoskeleton to completely cover its most important chest, abdomen and back spine. This evolutionary direction seems to mean that it was born to fight. .

The prerequisite for the evolution of a creature must be eating and survival. This is universal whether in hell or on earth. After conducting various studies, all demonology scholars can confirm this, so , the evolutionary direction of primates is almost impossible to extend in the direction of focusing on fighting, but to adapt and transform the environment.

However, this huge guy in front of me is just for fighting. It has deviated from the original intention of evolution. It doesn't care about eating, the efficiency and consumption of hunting, habitat, and can't even live in groups. It's like a lonely madman seeking defeat. Killing alone in hell, waiting to tear apart everything in sight, waiting to be transformed into a sharp sword among millions of demons, desperate to kill a certain target, and then be buried by countless demons around him. Eat them all.

No one knows how it became like this, and Professor Darwin couldn't understand it at that time, but among countless candidate demons, he took a fancy to this guy at a glance.

After a few minutes, the two people standing in front of the huge vessel finally calmed down.

"Do you want to establish a contract with this big guy in advance?"

"Yes."

"Why?" Old George was slightly confused, because the current experimental process was very stable, and even if it was delayed for two days due to an accident, there was no need to worry about it.

Moreover, the data generated by the experiment are becoming more and more gratifying and convincing. It seems that it is no longer necessary to use a third-order large demon to prove the success of this experiment. The brains of nearly a hundred small demons The wave pattern is enough to shock the world!

"Don't worry, I won't delay the normal process of the experiment. Every day during the day, I will complete the brainwave data in advance to ensure that the factory staff can maintain their original efficiency. At night, I will come here by myself to make some simple experiments. , if you are afraid that something will go wrong, you can ask Hopkins to follow me. He is a third-level contracted strongman. With him here, and the demon sedatives ready to be sprayed at all times, there should be no trouble. Please tell me I have some confidence.

As for you asking me, why do I suddenly want to advance the process?"

Sherlock said, then turned to look at the other party and said calmly:

"Do you think it's terrible for a guy to massacre 20,000 people just for a little selfish desire, or even just the possibility of satisfying his selfish desires?"

Old George was startled. He was just a scientific researcher and didn't know what was hidden behind the disaster in London, so he didn't quite understand why Sherlock suddenly asked himself such a question. He could only nod his head: "It's more than scary. It’s just a little bit crazy.”

"Then will you insist on not writing for 60 years because of something that may not happen in the future?"

"Huh???" Old George frowned, unable to follow the other person's thoughts at all: "Of course it's impossible, who would do such a thing."

"Yeah, I thought at first that one person couldn't do such a thing." Sherlock looked at the huge demon in front of him and murmured: "So just like you said, the experiment went very smoothly. , it can even be said to be too smooth. It only took two days to cause such a big mess, and it was a mistake made by internal staff. A major event that can change the world must be allowed to happen in this small workshop. Tinkered out.

Although this is the best ending, I think too much and sometimes show some unnecessary caution.

So I just want to try my best to advance the process.

This is not because I am anxious, but I think I should respect my opponent."