Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 240 You don’t want Lord Dante to know about this, right?

The battlefield was already in the midst of a crazy attack and moved further away, but the demon's body was too huge, so it could still be seen very clearly. The soldiers who used the armored tanks as cover all had expressions on their faces. They walked out sluggishly, and the huge roar finally stopped from the beginning until this moment, and they seemed to be unable to believe the scene they just saw, wondering if it was because they were hiding behind the bunker that they could not see clearly. .

At this time, the red and white demon in front of him was standing in the deserted open space in the distance with his back slightly slouched. In the flying snow that had not yet fallen, a mountain fell.

The scientific researcher who had been trying to record this scene with a pen during the whole process finally became quiet again. He wrote furiously just now, writing one +, another + on the visual peak value of speed and strength, until it was enough. After recording an almost ridiculous six+, Crimson's violent kick directly caused his pen to hang in mid-air. He was dumbfounded for a long time, lowered his head, looked at the record in his hand in disbelief, and hesitated. , trembling, and finally added three more + on it, and then smiled nervously.

He has been engaged in demonology research for half his life, and has been immersed in these data and documents for decades. Although he is not a contractor, in theory, he feels that he is more professional than most contractors. However, at this moment, he feels, The demon in front of him seemed to have become a strange thing in his perception.

Is that the kind of strength a person can show?

Is that something a demon can do?

He just felt that his previous decades of research had been completely torn into pieces in just a few minutes. The denial and subversion of what he had learned all his life made him feel extremely absurd, but also extremely excited.

At the same time, I couldn't help but be in awe of the two contractors. What kind of person could make a demon become like this?

Baskerville stood up slowly, then shook off the snow on his body. He subconsciously wanted to push up his glasses, but found that they were broken.

He was not near-sighted or far-sighted, those glasses just made it difficult for him to see the things in front of him clearly, thus suppressing his murderous impulse that would pop up at any time.

And now, his glasses were kicked off.

The whole world became real. He looked through the night and looked at the man who had been fighting with him. He found that he seemed to be very ordinary. His long black windbreaker was torn in some tatters in the physical collision just now. , the messy hair was blown even more flamboyantly in the night wind.

Baskerville smiled and thought about it. It seemed that ever since he got red-handed during a certain mission, took out the heart of a companion on the mission, and then tasted it in front of many people, he felt like this. The glasses were never taken off again.

It had been a long time since he had seen the world so clearly. The bright moon in the sky, the snow on the ground, spreading to the dark road, these usually blurry outlines, if seen clearly, actually became somewhat beautiful.

Looking at the person in the distance again, he couldn't help but be slightly shocked. How could such a person survive his attack to this day?

He clearly knew how terrifying his previous attacks were. With just a few attacks, if it had been on the battlefield, at least six or seven third-level demons would have died in his hands.

As for the guy who had only met him a few times, although he seemed a little embarrassed every time he dodged and defended, he never suffered any serious injuries. Instead, he seized the momentary opportunity to counterattack and fell to the ground first. .

"I admit, you are pretty good." Baskerville said with a smile.

This is the most obvious compliment, but the tone is like a teacher or elder commenting on a person's performance:

"I seem to be in a good mood now. You left your demon and let me remove its arms and legs. It shouldn't have much of a backlash on you, right? Don't go to the demonstration of this experiment. Find a time to announce the experiment." Failure, these are the tasks I received, just complete them and I should be able to avoid killing you."

Sherlock moved his sore shoulders. The battle just now only lasted a few minutes, but for him, it was an unknown amount of hesitation between life and death: "Actually, I'm curious, why are you doing this?" Listening to the orders of those conservatives in the military, this experiment has great significance for humanity."

"Really." Baskerville responded calmly, while slowly walking towards the other party: "Actually, it's not why, I have no relatives, no friends, and there is nothing worth missing in the whole world for me. I just It’s just executing orders, so I don’t really care whether it’s the empire or humanity.”

Speaking of this, he seemed to suddenly remember something and continued to smile:

"Actually, I think you are quite interesting. It's rare to meet guys like you on the front line. So admit defeat. You also know that you can't win. The devil is my power, and you can't beat me yourself. It's better to have more After a few years of living, when I get bored, I can still look forward to killing you again when I can return to the empire, which is good."

Sherlock listened to the other party's persuasion: "Do you know how long I have been a contractor?"

He suddenly asked a random question.

Baskerville was slightly startled. Of course he didn't know when the other party became a contractor. As he said before, he and Sherlock just met by chance on the street. He just wanted to kill the other party, not Understanding the other party, he shook his head.

"Eight months" Sherlock said: "Then do you know how long I have been in contact with that third-level demon?"

In fact, when he heard eight months, Baskerville's eyebrows trembled slightly and he couldn't help but fell silent. Facing the other party's next question, he still shook his head, but his expression looked a little cautious compared to before.

"Two months" Sherlock said: "I didn't join Professor Darwin's experiment from the beginning. I only learned about the soul visual device when I was investigating his death case, and you can feel it, right? I’m only in the second stage.”

He said these words very calmly, which had nothing to do with this situation, but they made Baskerville feel shocked.

This guy is actually a novice contractor!

"So, you and people like me have been fighting back and forth. If this matter fell into the ears of Lord Dante, I don't know what he would think."