Sherlock Holmes

Hopkins frowned, wondering who could be calling him so late?

He rolled out of bed, then walked to the phone on the wall and picked it up.

"Hello?"

Still immersed in the sleepiness that had just brewed, his eyes were a little blurry and his voice was slightly muffled. But the next second, his eyes began to open wider and wider, his mouth also opened, and he stood upright in his pajamas. Stand next to the wall and maintain this position for more than ten seconds.

Then he finally spoke slowly:

"What do you mean you're done?"

On the other end of the phone, Sherlock's voice sounded as if nothing was wrong: "Ah, I have a contract with that guy, so our training starts tonight."

"." Hopkins was silent again. In fact, it was not that his ears were not good. He had already heard what the other party said, but his brain was still a little unable to react for a while, so he couldn't help but ask again: "What did you say?" Who is that guy?"

"Crimson."

"Oh" Hopkins pinched himself with his hand to confirm whether he was asleep and dreaming, but there was no change in his tone at all, only a sense of calmness after something was broken: "But, Didn’t you just attach the connecting device to that guy yesterday?”

"Yes, but including today's daytime, hasn't it been two days? That machine is much more powerful than we thought." Sherlock said: "Anyway, don't waste time, you are a third-level contractor Now, you won’t die if you sleep less. Come and train me.”

"okay."

Hopkins responded calmly and then hung up the phone.

After that, I didn’t change my clothes immediately, but continued to stand by the wall, but my body was swaying a little, so I just leaned against the wall. Then I didn’t know what happened, but I didn’t feel like standing, so I simply let my body slide down slowly against the wall. .

That machine looks really awesome

The brain waves of a third-order demon are collected and converted into lines, and human brain waves must be collected and compared with them in real time. Hopkins doesn't quite understand the experience of using that thing.

but

but! ! ! !

What Sherlock meant was that it took him two days to establish a link with the crimson, right?

Is this really the reason why that machine is so powerful?

"hehe."

"Hahaha----"

Hopkins didn't know why. He suddenly squatted by the wall and laughed nervously: "Two days. It turns out that it has been two days~~~ Hehehe, no problem, this is normal Is not it."

No one knew what happened to Hopkins. Anyway, he soon arrived at the secret factory outside London, and he looked in high spirits.

In fact, he didn't want to do this, but during the entire experiment, he was assigned a training staff of his own, so he could only accept Sherlock's cognitive baptism over and over again, just like a miserable "shocked machine". In the end, I could only put on a posture of acceptance, freedom, and feeling that everything should be like this.

Along the corridor that he often walked these days, he quickly arrived at the door of the training ground, and then pushed the door open directly.

Inside the door, the third-level demon known as [Crimson] had walked out of the container filled with demon sedatives and was standing in the center of the field, with his head slightly lowered, still inserted behind his back. There are countless long needles, and liquids of various colors flow in the pipes, just like an ancient warrior wearing a colorful cloak. Because of the strong wind passing by, the cloak behind him flew away and shot straight into the sky, looking impressive.

In addition, there are all kinds of huge patches on the huge body, especially the head, which is almost surrounded by thick steel rings, just like those with permed and curly hair on the street. Like a lady, paired with the body full of explosive impact, it looks a bit nondescript.

And right in front of this big demon, there was a tiny figure standing.

That's Sherlock.

At this moment, this guy still wore the helmet full of wires on his head. A long and thick wire hung from the ground and extended to the wall at the edge of the training ground.

Hopkins took a deep breath, repeatedly told himself to accept the situation, and then walked towards the other party.

"Oh, you're here." Sherlock didn't look at him, but held a very long note in his hand and looked at it again and again. There were complicated lines on the note. Hopkins didn't know what the soul could be. It depends on how the device works, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Sherlock was actually just checking to see if there was any change in the connection between himself and those little tentacles.

Because there is a prerequisite concept that a human being can only contract with one devil, forcibly connecting with a wild devil through a soul visual device will gradually alienate the contractor from the original devil. This can be seen from the experience of Professor Darwin. I can tell.

But Sherlock seemed different. He and his demon, that is, the soul lines between the tentacles, felt completely overlapping, as if the tentacles and himself were one.

In short, after undergoing brainwave experiments on nearly a hundred small demons, there was no sign of separation between him and his tentacles, and this was still the case after entering into a contractual relationship with this third-order large demon.

Sherlock didn't know what this was all about, but it was a good sign for him, after all, he was used to using those tentacles.

"I established a connection with this guy more than two hours ago, but my movements always feel a little stiff." Sherlock said, and then looked at Hopkins with a look that was seeking knowledge and solving puzzles.

The latter nodded.

"I understand how you feel. It's the first time you've come into contact with a third-level demon. No matter who you are, you're not used to it, and I'm not afraid of your jokes. When I first got promoted, I wanted my [Black Edge] to do something like The simplest movement will give you a splitting headache. In comparison, you didn't vomit here on the spot, which is already an extremely promising performance.

In fact, if you want to control the third-order great demon, you must first adapt to his body shape, weight, and movement methods. These are the most basic concepts. After all, the impact and inertial feedback caused by its running and jumping are the human body. It’s hard to understand, and it takes a long time to adapt, so it’s normal to feel stiff at first. We can start training with the [turning head] movement.”

"Is that so?" Sherlock definitely has no experience interacting with third-level demons, so in some aspects, he must respect Hopkins's suggestion: "Okay, but before that, I want you to see Look at the problems I have.”

After saying that, he had a thought.

When he saw the crimson in front of him, he suddenly turned around, then leaned forward, bending his back, almost into a taut big bow. Then, there was only an explosion, and its slender and huge body It shot straight forward in an instant, raising dust all the way on the ground. The huge field rushed directly to the edge in a very short time, and then the crimson waist twisted, and five fingers clung to the ground. He suddenly made a fierce 180-degree turn, and then ran back towards the starting point.

This set of crazy sprints took only a few seconds to go back and forth. During the process, the impact of his legs on the ground almost made Hopkins feel the vibration of the ground.

And after the big demon rushed back again, it suddenly bent its lower limbs and exerted force, forcibly removing all the inertia. Between the movement and the stillness, it was already standing on the origin again, and the flying sand and stones behind it were slow to follow. Coming up, together with the dozens of huge pipes above, it made a dense roar like a waterfall.

Sherlock kicked up the dust around him, walked to Crimson's side, and then pointed to the ground.

"Look, I want it to stop here, but it always moves a lot when it comes back.

There is a huge gap between this level of sophistication and that of your contracted demon."

"."

Hopkins was silent. After a few seconds, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Indeed, the movement of this big demon is not very accurate. It will shift when running, and it cannot achieve instantaneous conversion of movement and stillness. Moreover, the movement is too big, and it cannot achieve the concept of 'fineness' at all. It is different from the devil it contracted with. Compared with, it is indeed much worse.

but

"How long have I been in the fucking third level? It's only been two days since you started to finish."

He muttered feebly to himself, and then sighed:

"Well, the turning training I just mentioned is no longer needed for the time being."

"Isn't it necessary?" Sherlock frowned, looking a little worried: "Actually, I think it's better for us to keep our feet on the ground and start with the basics."

"No need." Hopkins said earnestly: "Please believe me, there is really no need. Also, please don't ask why, I just want to be quiet for a while."