Sherlock Holmes

Baskerville may have nothing worth remembering in this world.

If he had to say what he cared about, it might be a compliment from Lord Dante.

As Baskerville said, he had no relatives. His parents were civilians on the Hell Gate front line. During a sudden demonic raid, the entire base was destroyed, and his parents were naturally not spared. , he just followed the initial impulse of a fetus to be born, climbed out of the mother's birth canal, and then crawled in the countless corpses and blood, burst out his first cry, cried for a whole night, and did not freeze to death. , only to be discovered by the team that rushed over to respond.

In that red and white world, he didn't receive any education, and no one cared about him. His knowledge was built up by witnessing one killing after another, and seeing people die one after another. , of course he has never had a family, nor has he ever felt any warmth. Perhaps the only time in his life that he was truly psychologically recognized by others was when Lord Dante said: "This young man is pretty good!"

That was a compliment from the bottom of my heart.

No one knows what this means to a young man who lacks emotion. No one praised him when he crawled for the first time, no one praised him when he stood for the first time, and the first word he learned was not dad or dad. Mother, but the devil. His first tooth fell to the ground leisurely, and he cried for the first time due to a nightmare. No one ever paid attention to or comforted him. Even when he was not yet an adult, he followed the combat team on the Antarctic continent. When he went on a mission and showed great talent since he was a child, he was only regarded as a good candidate to become a soldier, and all his efforts were not worthy of praise, because they were just missions.

It wasn't until he became an adult that he saw the old man for the first time at a commendation meeting. They looked at each other across the corridor, and the old man smiled and nodded. It was the first time in his life that he felt that he was cared about. , was praised, and had a little bit of joy in living.

So, at this moment, his calm face froze.

Sherlock stood far away, saw the change in the other person's expression, and was very satisfied with the effect of his words.

From Catherine's description of him before, and during the trial in Vice-President Holker's court, he could clearly feel that Lord Dante had a different position in this guy's heart, more than respect, admiration, Admiration, and other emotions are more weighty, so heavy that they seem to be the sustenance of his existence in this world.

Sure enough, after Sherlock's unmodified, extremely straightforward words, Baskerville stopped, and then his breath seemed to be accelerating. He opened his mouth several times, but hesitated to speak, seeming a little anxious. Finally, he stared straight at Sherlock and asked, "Come and return?"

Well, obviously, he was angry.

Sherlock just wants to make the other person angry!

Because he found that his body could no longer bear it.

It's not that he can't bear it now, but that he has used the information he collected from the crazy confrontation in the past few minutes to simulate more situations in the future, and he has some helplessness to find that if he continues like this, he will be in 5 minutes. Die from exhaustion of body functions!

Sherlock is not afraid of getting hurt. If he is injured in London, he can use the tentacles in hell to grab a few demons and absorb them, so as to quickly heal the injury.

He is not afraid to continue fighting with the opponent, because he knows that during the battle, he can quickly analyze the opponent's every move, learn from it, and transform it into a means of improvement for himself. It can even be said that the more he fights, the stronger he becomes.

But he is still a second-level contractor after all, and the characteristics of his original demon mean that he never has a third-level great demon that truly belongs to him from beginning to end.

In other words, he has no way to get the evolutionary feedback of his body from his contracted demon like a real third-level contractor.

His exercise will still produce creatine, and the heat in his body will be consumed with exercise, and he will be hungry. In fact, in such a high-intensity battle, even a third-level contractor should not be able to survive, but Ba The demon of this guy Skavier is really too powerful, and he himself also received incredible physical changes from the feedback from the demon.

In the end, Sherlock discovered that in 5 minutes, he would be at a disadvantage due to hunger, until he was killed by the opponent.

The only way to solve this dilemma is to resolve the battle as soon as possible!

So he said a very ordinary sentence like that, and then, it had an effect that was...well...a bit beyond his imagination.

Because he seemed to find that the officer in front of him, who didn't seem to care much about anything, had entered some weird state of self-denial. He began to mutter to himself, and then regretted it and began to blame himself. It seemed that if he himself If Master Dante is really disappointed, that is something even more uncomfortable than death.

Yes, you can insult Baskerville, you can ridicule him, you can use him, you can beat him, you can scold him, he doesn't care much, because he grew up in that kind of environment since he was a child, and even if he has Even though he became the most terrifying soldier in the army, he still felt that these childhood experiences were no big deal.

But his image in Lord Dante's heart cannot be clouded in the slightest!

"Yeah, fighting a second-level contractor for so long is really stupid. Hahaha, it's so ridiculous." After struggling repeatedly in his heart, Baskerville actually shook his head and smiled to himself, The muscles on his face were pushing against each other, making him look ferocious: "Master Dante has praised me. If I don't perform well, wouldn't it mean that Dante's vision is not good enough?!"

"Not only is Lord Ting perfect, his vision is not wrong."

"I'm just a little playful and a little lazy."

"Forgive me, I will kill this guy immediately"

He began to talk to himself a little nervously, and then apologized weirdly to something that only he could see. Then he smiled apologetically and showed a mouth of extremely scary teeth. .

"Hehehehahaha, it's actually not a big problem. Just kill him. Yes, just kill him."

Sherlock looked at the other party's weird state and scratched the tip of his nose in embarrassment. He had seen many mentally ill criminals in various cases, and he had some understanding of this paranoid mentality, but , Baskerville was so paranoid to the extreme that even because of one word, he seemed to have changed into a different person. This was the first time he saw him.

Master Dante is indeed worthy of people's respect, but it is not like this. Could it be that, if Master Dante told him to die, he would commit suicide without hesitation. When he died, he was still worried about whether the way he committed suicide was right for Master Dante. appetite?

However, he had no time to think about these things, because the person in front of him had already covered his face, started rubbing and scratching, leaning towards the ground, and pressing one hand on the soil that had been frozen all winter.

At the same time, there was only a roar, and the mountain-like demon suddenly stood up with its huge body.

The nearly a hundred soldiers around them didn't dare to blink their glasses at this moment. Although they couldn't hear what the two men said because they were too far away, they could feel the extremely terrifying murderous intention, which was so strong that it made people feel uncomfortable. I feel a stinging pain in my throat even when I breathe.

Then, in the boundary between the moon and the shadow, the Hound of the Baskervilles stood up, like a statue standing in the Kingdom of God overlooking the world!

"What? What's going on?" A person who was stunned finally came to his senses, because after the huge demon stood up, it did not continue to launch a terrifying offensive as before, but stood still.

Yeah, what's going on?

No one answered him, because no one else knew, and they were even thinking whether this big guy had a nerve broken by the kick just now, or whether the contractor was hit by the person he was escorting. He lost his head, and now he is completely stupid and unable to control his demons.

But then, an incredible scene happened.

I saw the giant demon more than twenty meters tall slowly stretched out his hands and pressed them on his helmet.

Then

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