Sherlock Holmes

Winter in London came very early this year, and ended so suddenly. At the end of December, the snowflakes that should have been flying suddenly became a little more moist, and then they got out of hand, just like that. As expected, it started to rain.

The patter of rain softened the biting air, suppressed the fog on the outskirts of the city, smoothed the dust on the streets, and was blown away by the sudden wind, giving London a rare sense of refreshment. Sherlock stood in the training area of ​​the suburban factory, looking at the huge demon quietly soaked in the demon sedative in the distance. He took a sip of blues, and the pungency flowed through his throat and rushed into his lungs, making people feel inexplicably refreshed. A strange feeling intertwined with anticipation.

This morning, the empire experienced another uproar.

In fact, there were so many shocking reports this month that they kept the minds of the people of the empire buzzing. They were immersed in a kind of excitement that was almost like taking hallucinogens every day, doubting the Holy Light. After being enshrined for more than three hundred years, I finally felt satisfied and sent my best blessings to the world.

Otherwise, why can wild demons be controlled by humans?

Since Professor Darwin's previous results were only released to invited industry insiders, they did not receive much attention from the public. However, this time, a headline in the Holy Journal made this most important event in the history of biological sciences. The shocking research has officially entered the eyes of the people of the empire.

In fact, speaking of it, human beings are really extremely conceited creatures. Maybe they have always believed from the bottom of their hearts that they should be the masters of this world. Even if they are not as tired as a dog due to hard work every day, they cannot tolerate themselves. In terms of cognition, he is really inferior to a dog. Even if he is just the lowest tramp in the human group, at the moment he starves to death, he must be nobler than any other animals, flowers and plants.

Therefore, when it is learned that wild demons can also be controlled, the gates of hell may be closed, and humans will regain their position at the top of the world's biological chain.

The inherent cognition of the race finally broke out into an unprecedented unity.

At this moment, the inheritance of the imperial throne and the medicine to cure diseases were almost all forgotten. Everyone had only one paranoid thought in their mind, and that was...

Humans must be the masters of this world!

Of course, no one noticed that this report was just a demonstration of the results, and whether it could be successfully demonstrated or even whether it could be successfully demonstrated has not yet been determined.

If all this ended in failure, it would be hard to imagine that the scientific researchers involved in this experiment would be drowned in the saliva of the people of the entire empire.

In the darkness, the scarlet light spot slowly extinguished. Sherlock threw the cigarette butt on the ground and pursed his dry lips.

"Can't sleep?" Old Professor George suddenly appeared next to him and asked calmly.

"I didn't sleep," Sherlock said. In the past few days, he has been obsessed with sensing and controlling Crimson, because when he stepped from the first level to the second level, it was because he controlled a second level with his tentacles. level demon.

Then he wondered if he would reach the threshold of the third level now that he controlled a third-level demon.

But after trying for several days and nights, he found that he didn't feel like he wanted to be promoted.

However, his staying up all night was seen as a sign of nervousness in the eyes of others.

Indeed, the results were about to be displayed, and this information was notified to the entire empire in advance before the final work of the experiment was completed, which meant that there was no way out.

Either be perfect and shock the world, or be prepared to receive the spit of all the people of the empire. There is no third possibility.

"Actually, I didn't support your approach at the beginning. People who engage in scientific research are down-to-earth. But maybe it's because you shocked me too much during this period, so I subconsciously felt that you can do it."

Old Professor George said earnestly and thoughtfully, as if he was talking about his life insights with his students.

Of course he didn't know, just showing the results of the experiment, for Sherlock, it couldn't be easier. He can even control dozens of demons by himself, and cooperate with that big third-order guy to control everything. Invited people dance.

But Sherlock didn't bother to explain to Professor George, because no matter how he explained it, it might be like a comfort in the other person's perception.

"The location has been decided. It will be at a military base more than 900 kilometers away from London. The invited people will arrive within three days. Tomorrow night you will go there on a steam locomotive rented by the factory. The small devil was loaded an hour ago. It's over, we have just followed the first group of convoys and headed towards their destination.

As for Crimson, because it is too large, you need to rent a large wood transport truck. It has not arrived yet, and it will most likely be transported with you tomorrow night. "

Old George talked about the arrangements for the past few days word by word. Although his tone was calm, he could feel that his heart was already filled with extremely complicated emotions. He looked at Sherlock again. If he had followed him two months ago, He said that the success of his teacher's experimental results ultimately rested on such a person, and he would never believe it.

In fact, he didn't quite believe it at this moment, so he could only smile bitterly and pat Sherlock's shoulder hard.

"It may sound pretentious to say this, but the future of the empire is in your hands."

At the same time, in downtown London, Hopkins shook off the rainwater from his umbrella and knocked on the door of 221B Baker Street.

Soon, the door opened, and Watson was very polite as always, making an inviting gesture to him.

"Actually, we don't need to be so polite. When I'm not in court, I usually don't have any airs." Hopkins sat on the sofa and took the tea from the other party.

"It's just my habit."

"Okay. I really can't figure it out, how did you develop such a character?" Hopkins took a sip of tea and felt his body relaxed a little, so he asked: "You asked me to come so late, it should be Is there something very important?"

"Of course." Watson nodded, then took out a thin envelope from his pocket and handed it to the other party:

"This is a handwriting comparison document that can prove that the crash of the London airship is directly related to Emperor Augustine. I think the Inquisition will definitely be very interested in this."