Sherlock Holmes

No one knows what Sherlock said when he was extremely weak.

His voice was too soft and could not reach the ears of the soldiers over a long distance.

Even Baskerville, who was lying on the ground, might not be able to hear clearly. He had extremely strong muscles, but it was impossible to exercise the muscles on his face, so in the inexplicable fear, he could only tremble, He withstood the opponent's full blows on his face until his face was covered in blood and a few more teeth fell out.

But it didn't matter, Sherlock didn't care if anyone heard his little murmur.

Some people are like this. He doesn't care much about the opinions of the people around him. If Sherlock really wanted to be a famous detective, his name must have been resounding throughout London, but he didn't do that.

He just likes the feeling of solving a mystery and the satisfaction of having a case settled in his hands.

That's all.

He doesn't care much about the law, nor does he care whether those murderers will really be sentenced to death in a legal sense. Otherwise, he wouldn't stack up those guys every time and send them to the police station. , because in his own heart, when he puts those people into the suitcase, that is when the case ends.

He has handled many cases in his life, and each case was concluded according to the outcome he hoped for.

He killed Baldr, not caring whether this guy should be sent to the Tribunal according to the Holy See's bill, because he thought at the time that this guy deserved to die; he asked the poor guy who was controlled by the eye-gouging demon to surrender on his own. Because he was too lazy to escort the other party, and he did not bring a suitcase; he asked Watson to talk to the pope all night long, because he thought it was good; he let the blood of Vice President Holker flow all over the courtroom Even though there was evidence, he didn't bother to wait for Miss Nightingale to rush over, because he felt that the deputy dean deserved this ending.

This kind of behavior of putting one's own preferences and ideas above the laws of the empire is undoubtedly a sign of extreme arrogance, but he has maintained this attitude for decades and has long been used to it.

but

There was one case he didn't close.

The suspect was not even summoned, and the people did not know the truth. The murderer was not brought to justice, let alone received any punishment, and was still respected and worshiped by all the people of the empire.

This feeling made Sherlock very uncomfortable. It was so uncomfortable that when he saw the old man's photo in the newspaper, he felt that the entire newspaper became extremely unpleasant.

Therefore, Shylock wanted to close this case. He wanted the people of the entire empire to know the evil deeds of the old man, and then let the greatest emperor roll down from his high position, and let everyone be judged. Shocked by his evil deeds, he literally died without any help.

This is how he wants to end the case!

And I have been working hard on this matter. Watson and Mrs. Hudson have sent the hard-won evidence to the hands of extremely important people at all levels of the empire. That boy Moriarty, He actually wrote a letter directly and mailed it to the old man who lived in seclusion in the small town.

Everyone is doing very important things, and all they have to do is to crush Augustine the Great's bargaining chip to be re-elected as Emperor of the Empire and make his dream of extending his lifespan come to nothing. Only in this way can he feel comfortable.

But at this moment, some people wanted to hinder him. This made him a little irritated, a little angry, and made him feel like they were in the way, so he struck a little harder.

"Don't worry, I won't tell Lord Dante." He murmured.

Then he closed his eyes.

Take a rest. Take a rest.

Everything finally became completely quiet.

Under the moonlight, the two demons were extremely exhausted. One of their contractors fainted, and the other closed his eyes from exhaustion, so they stopped moving.

But the tentacles that penetrated the giant demon's body are still moving. They are still frantically searching for the nerve bundles buried in the muscles, trying to penetrate into the opponent's spine to find the densest nerve connection between the brain and the body. point, occupy it.

Just like it has been occupied countless times in the past.

However, as time passed, these tentacles seemed to find that they were unable to erode each other to a deeper extent. It was as if this demon had exceeded the tentacles' control limit.

According to Sherlock's current level, he should already be able to control a third-level demon. Crimson is the best example.

So why not the Hound of the Baskervilles?

These tentacles definitely couldn't think about this problem. They just followed their instincts and kept testing, drilling into those thick nerves bit by bit, but in the end they were of no use and could only be lost there silently. in a huge body

But in fact, if Sherlock is asked to think about this question, then he will definitely think of the answer immediately.

Just like when he first became a contractor, he was actually not able to control dozens of demons at once. At that time, he also started with the first corrosive dog, and then slowly increased the number, and then slowly He slowly reclaimed the territory, summoned the ashes carriage, and then increased the number of his demon legions to nearly a hundred.

The abilities of the tentacles are not endless, and with Sherlock's current ability, he should only be able to control a third-level demon.

But he didn't realize this problem now. He just closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. He didn't even enter a dream because he was exhausted and lost consciousness. In the process, his body began to slowly recover, and the wounds In a little bit of healing.

This silence also spread among the escort team of nearly a hundred people. The figure that just rushed into the demonic battle with a human body, those thrilling scenes of crazy fighting under the snowy night, and finally everything went from madness to stillness. The unexpected transformation, the instantaneous change of attack and defense, and the evil ghost bathed in blood that emerged out of despair all shocked these people.

During those ten long minutes, they seemed to witness cruel scenes that they had never dared to imagine in their dreams. Their brains had no time to think, so they could only passively accept it. At this moment, everything returned to calm, and finally there was some relief. The person summed it all up, and then took a few breaths of cold air loudly. It seemed that only in this way could he calm down his heart.

Then, some whispers started.

Some unbelievable subconscious swear words and some incoherent exclamations also appeared one after another.

These people are getting excited! Some sweat finally broke out from his pores, and he began to rejoice and let out an excited roar, which seemed to be announcing the victory of a certain battle, although he himself had nothing to do with this battle.

But in this brief period of complicated emotions, someone suddenly realized something and frowned

Now that the battle is over, what happens next?

Can that guy covered in blood still hold on? Now there is no village in front of this place, no store in the back, all the motorcycles are scrapped, the surrounding area is deserted, and there is no phone to call for help.

Do you want to carry that guy back to London?

It might take dozens of hours to walk, he wouldn't die on the way.

Also, in a few hours, the final results display of this experiment will begin. According to the current situation, how can it be possible to catch up?

The last demonstration ended in failure. This time, a large number of people were summoned in a short period of time. If they can't even start in the end, will there be some very negative effects? Although it can be blamed on someone blocking it halfway. The display will be postponed for a few more months while the injury heals.

But the inheritance ceremony of the empire is about to begin.

The newly developed potion is also like a sparkling cake, attracting everyone's attention.

At this time, even if Lord Dante comes out in person and asks people to wait for a while, it is probably impossible.

what to do.

The battle was won though.

But it seems that he lost again.

As soon as I read this, the excitement in the entire crowd and the excitement of the aftermath of the disaster seemed to fade a lot. Everyone gradually realized what this silence meant, and began to look at each other, and then saw some confusion. Some helplessness.

Although I have heard that the greater the reform, the more difficult the journey will be.

But I never thought that it could be so difficult. Why, why!

From despair to finding a glimmer of hope, and then from hope to despair, the entire sky seemed to darken, the moon became dim, and time seemed to have reached the darkest time in the early morning. The night wind began to be cold, blowing into everything in people's hearts.

"Fuck that."

Some whispered curses made all previous efforts seem so pity and pathetic.

And just then.

"Boom~Boom~Boom~"

Suddenly there was a dull roar in the distance. It was not loud, and it was nothing compared to the previous roar.

Everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, and then their eyes widened involuntarily! ! !

Witnessing those cruel battles, fighting for their lives under the moon, the battle between life and death, and the devil's fight like the earth was shattering, they were all greatly shocked in the process!

However, none of them showed the incredible feeling at this moment.

I saw that at the junction of the white snowfield and the dark sky, the red and white demon slowly stood up.

Its waist was hunched tiredly, and its body was covered in scars. A large exoskeleton on its shoulders even had extremely clear teeth marks. The several bloody holes and cracks on the bones looked so shocking.

But it stood up.

Then he carefully picked up the small body that was covered in blood and was unconscious, and gently placed it in the palm of his hand.

Just like that, facing a faint white light that just appeared in the sky, he staggered towards the direction of the military base.