Sherlock Holmes

In the deadly silent suburbs of London, some roars came from far and near, and several huge special-purpose demon transport vehicles arrived at this snowy field that was destroyed by the battle and looked like the surface of the moon.

Because the 20-meter-plus demon is too huge, the ordinary demon transport vehicle cannot load it at all. It can only be put up with two vehicles side by side. There are also several transport vehicles with robotic arms trying to lift it on the ground. The iron plate armor that was also incredibly huge was pulled up and carried away, but it couldn't be moved at all. In the process, a turbine steam engine was burned. It was very helpless and I could only let these things stay in place and wait. We will wait until other support arrives.

As for Baskerville, he was actually awake when he was discovered. I don’t know how long he had been awake, but he still maintained the position where he was finally blasted by Sherlock. He opened his eyes and looked at the sky very quietly, with a look on his face. The blood was tightly applied to the skin, making it look extremely miserable, but he didn't care at all, and just stared at the sky without blinking for several hours, not knowing whether he was stupid or thinking about something.

Who came from this interception mission in the wilds of London? Those who came to the rescue did not speculate, and what kind of butterfly effect the failure of this interception would trigger. On the eve of the castling ceremony, it would change again. Whoever becomes the bargaining chip is not what these rescuers care about.

They were just sighing at the hugeness of the demon, and knowing from some people what kind of person Baskerville was, so they couldn't help but think about what kind of powerful person could beat this murderous god into this. What does it look like?

Soldiers may not like politics, but they will definitely worship the strong. I don’t know if this fight on the snowfield will be suppressed, but even if it is suppressed, it will definitely become an adapted legendary version. Spreading joyfully through the grapevine.

At this moment, the so-called 'strong man' who beat Baskerville until his face was covered in blood was walking slowly down a corridor with a civilian female soldier at the military base.

In the past two hours or so, Sherlock followed the established procedures of the experimental demonstration, perfectly demonstrating the extent to which he could control a wild demon.

It can be said that all movements, reaction rates, and fine control have all reached qualified standards.

However, his appearance itself already represented too much, making the display of this experiment seem so insignificant.

After a few more minutes, the civilian female soldier took Sherlock to a rest room.

During the entire process of leading the way, the female soldier had been in front, so she didn't pay much attention to the gentleman behind her. But now she opened the door to the lounge, turned around, and looked at Sherlock again, her heart still pounding. The ground jumped.

She didn't know that the blood represented the brutal fighting that this gentleman had experienced, and she didn't know whether the injuries on the demon would bring painful backlash to the person in front of him. He just subconsciously felt that this person should be injured. Very heavy.

"You really don't need to call a medic?" This isn't some bloody girl's love at first sight when she sees a man, it's just a soldier's due concern for the injured.

"No, thank you." Sherlock responded in a somewhat gentlemanly manner. After spending a lot of time with Watson, he was able to pretend.

The female soldier nodded: "There is a phone in the room. If you need help, you can call us at any time."

These were the last words she left. She glanced at the man in front of her for the last time, and then left.

The blood was washed away by the hot water from the nozzle. After washing for twenty minutes, the water left on the body finally lost its bright red color.

There were not many people watching the results demonstration today, but almost all of them left now because what they saw was far more shocking than they expected, and they had to take the fastest transportation overnight to do it. Issues. They were not fools. They knew that the scene just now meant what kind of revolution was coming. Even the representative division commander sent by the military did not care about the war waste recycling business and left in a hurry before the demonstration was over. Seat, get on the transport airship to Redeker Strait tonight!

After all, Sherlock is still a second-level contractor. His body has improved slightly while sleeping along the way, but the fatigue of those mental powers still prevents him from being able to lift up too much energy, and after going through the process with Basque Weir's battle, he needs to calm down his heart.

So, he put on the casual clothes prepared in the lounge and walked out of the room.

In the corridor, some soldiers hurriedly walked by, holding many documents in their hands, and they seemed extremely busy. After seeing Sherlock, almost everyone was startled, and then showed great respect to him. gaze.

This is a military place, so Sherlock's actions are divided into a not-so-large area. Of course, he doesn't find this offensive, but he leans against a window in a good mood and watches the outside begin to melt. snow, and the stars in the sky that are not common in urban London. There are no shooting stars tonight. Even if there were, he would not make a wish. He would just be so calm, feeling the subtle joy and satisfaction of victory in his heart. .

"You seem to be in a good mood today." Suddenly, a familiar voice came.

Sherlock turned around and saw Miss Irene Adler. She was wearing an ordinary dress today and didn't seem that eye-catching. However, no matter what she was wearing, this woman could instantly change her mind from... A dignified and repulsive woman becomes enchanting and charming. It all depends on how she wants to show herself in front of whom.

But at this moment, she didn't seem cold and dignified, nor was she enchanting. She was just very ordinary, with a faint smile on her face, just like the girl from her childhood neighbor.

"Why are you here?" Sherlock asked.

"You already know, don't you?" Eileen walked to Sherlock and stood by the window, following him and looking at the stars outside.

Indeed, as Franklin's first investor, Eileen is of course also very concerned about the results of this experiment, and since people like her are paying attention, they will definitely have a series of related investments. .

"By the way, how much money do you have?" Sherlock asked a question he had always wanted to ask.

"How could I possibly know?" Erin smiled, with the corners of her mouth raised slightly. There was no false expression honed in the light and darkness of this era, but a very sincere smile.

It seems that she is also very happy today.

"Did you know that within three days, the results of your experimental demonstration will set off an incredible storm in the entire empire. For the first time in more than three hundred years of the Holy Calendar, mankind has actually seen a counterattack on the Gate of Hell. "Human beings have accumulated too much patience and anger in waiting for this moment, and now they finally found a discoverable exit." Eileen said, then looked at Sherlock: "You are a hero."

Sherlock shrugged: "Come on, I only have some brains from the beginning to the end. In fact, if you just find someone to do this, it will be half a year or a year late at most."

"It is indeed true, but there are too many things involved. Let alone half a year, it is very likely that if it is half a month late, this experiment will become a different flavor. In short, only you can withstand these External pressure showed this result today, and you gave the entire empire the biggest surprise in 300 years.

Thank you. "

"You're welcome."

Sherlock would not argue with Irene about such a meaningless matter. He just continued to look at the sky. For the first time, he felt that there were so many changes in the stars in the sky, and that there were countless stars hundreds of millions of light years away. It is burning, exploding, and reborn, and these lights gather into dots of stars on the Milky Way. What a magnificent and beautiful picture it is.

Just thinking about it.

He suddenly felt a gentle kiss on his face.

Then he turned around with some confusion and looked at the smiling Erin.

"Don't think too much. You have made me a lot of money. This is just my personal thanks."

Then seeing Sherlock still looking at her with raised eyebrows, she smiled even happier and narrowed her eyes charmingly:

"I didn't put on lipstick today, so Her Royal Highness the Saint won't find out. Don't worry."