Sherlock Holmes

In the canteen of the factory, champagne, music, drunkenness, crying and laughter mixed together.

In the extended space of the factory area, there is only tranquility.

Those slender tentacles penetrated into [Crimson]'s body little by little, slowly and meticulously covering every inch of its nerves, silently, and extremely quiet, giving it a thrilling feeling.

Sherlock has controlled all kinds of demons, which is absolutely unbelievable to normal people, but in fact, he has never controlled any creature in hell according to the Holy See's contract training method.

In fact, he has not even experienced any training with his contracted demons, those tentacles. Because of the tacit understanding between them, it seems that there is no need for training at all. Those little guys are well-behaved and know how to light cigarettes for themselves. .It’s such a waste of training. Do you want them to pour water for weak tea, wash clothes and fold quilts?

Oh, actually it works now.

In short, Sherlock controls all demons through these tentacles, which is the method he is most familiar with and accustomed to.

But now, the experiments in this factory have basically settled, and the rest is the follow-up finishing work, so there is no need to continue testing this Crimson.

So I just let Sherlock try to see if he could control a third-level demon.

Not through a forced contract with soul lines, but through the method you like best and are best at, making this demon your own!

Although Sherlock is only a second-level contractor now, when he was in the first stage, he once occupied a second-level demon in hell. So by analogy, he now occupies a third-level demon, and it is The devil who has already established a brain connection with himself should have no problem.

Tiny tentacles are still spreading within the huge body. In terms of volume alone, a [Crimson] is much larger than a carrion dog, so the time will naturally be longer. Therefore, in the tranquility, a The two figures, the big one and the small one, stood facing each other. Sherlock felt his spirit slowly wandering and spreading in the huge body, just like the realm in hell, becoming his own possession bit by bit, every trace of it. Muscles, every bone, streams of heat as hot as the breeze from hell followed his thoughts, pouring into the huge meridians and flesh and blood!

Finally, Sherlock slowly opened his eyes

The huge crimson eyes in front of him also slowly opened. The pupils that had been soaked in the devil's sedative for countless times no longer seemed lifeless. They even blinked. Under the illumination of the moonlight, A moment of unnoticeable brilliance bloomed.

In the canteen of the factory, Hopkins and Watson were sitting in the same corner as last time. There was not much food in front of each of them, and they didn't drink much wine in their glasses.

Tonight is undoubtedly the most relaxing and enjoyable night for these scientific researchers who have worked hard for a month. They drank wine, talked, laughed and cursed. Some couples of men and women hugged each other, and there were even more female staff members. After drinking, they took off their heavy glasses, and the blush on their faces revealed a beauty they would never have imagined in the past.

Watson is not an experimenter in the factory, but he has gained a lot of admiration for his brief appearance half a month ago. In these few dozen minutes, four or five girls came over and, with the help of alcohol, wanted to I wanted to ask him to dance or leave his contact information, but he gently refused. During this period, a female supervisor in her 40s even kissed him directly on the face in a very cool way, which made her look horrified. Pugins' expression froze.

"You know, if you weren't sitting here, there would be quite a few girls chatting with me." He muttered.

"Of course, in fact, if they know that you are a noble clergyman, they will look at you with more admiration." Watson said.

He disappeared for a while a few days ago, and he didn't know where he went, but Sherlock and Hopkins were busy with other things, so they didn't pay attention to it.

"By the way, where's Sherlock? Why aren't you here yet?"

The dance party held in the cafeteria has started for almost an hour. The entire factory has been notified, but Sherlock is nowhere to be seen.

"During this period, he was very interested in the third-level demon." Hopkins said. Thinking of how hard he had been under the opponent's offensive a few days ago, he sighed helplessly. : "I guess he's in the training area again. Otherwise, go call him so you don't miss today's meal."

In the corridor, Watson and Hopkins walked side by side.

In fact, Hopkins was a little envious of the doctor next to him, because he was just an ordinary person, so he didn't need to understand how amazing Sherlock's talent in contracts was.

And it is too amazing, and it already seems a bit scary. Although it is not yet stronger than myself, but how long will it take? If it takes a few months or a few years, won't this guy become A character who is also extremely powerful in combat.

After walking through the familiar corridor and taking the elevator all the way down, the two soon arrived in front of the extension training room. Hopkins took a deep breath.

After being tricked by that guy Sherlock, I had to do some mental preparation every time I opened the door. Who knows what tricks he might do inside?

"Squeak."

There was no sound in the quiet corridor, so the sound of the door turning was particularly clear.

Some wind blew out from the crack in the door, bringing a few rays of moonlight to scatter on the steps in front of the door. It was extremely quiet inside the door.

And looking inside

I saw a huge body standing in the moonlight.

Hopkins didn't know if the word "standing" could describe the posture of the demon in front of him at this moment, because it was not standing with its legs, but with one arm. No, two fingers.

The streamlined body is hanging upside down in the center of this huge space in a straight posture with legs together, but only the tips of two fingers are touching the ground at the lower end.

It was so upright, like a picture hanging upside down, motionless, and I don’t know how long it lasted, quiet, solemn, not even trembling, silent, like the steep and straight cliffs in the mountains. , or the huge boulder at the lower end of the waterfall that cuts off the flowing water. At this moment, it seems that people can't help but think that some of the magnificent and magnificent scenery in the world seem to be so quiet, but they can easily arouse the excitement in people's hearts.

Under this magnificent scenery, a figure wearing a windbreaker was leaning next to a finger, eyes lowered tiredly, head tilted, and snoring softly.

Sherlock is too tired. He is also a human being and he also needs to take a rest.