Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 312 The angle of the sunset.

"Grass!!"

"What the hell is going on!"

"Quiet, don't panic!"

Fear, panic, or being frightened by the sudden darkness, some of the guards around the villa shouted and cursed, but in panic, everyone acted without any hesitation. With the unique sound of loading firearms, these guards quickly took out their weapons, and some searchlights with portable energy quickly lit up, bringing some light to the thick darkness.

In the room in the villa, Nopa's reaction was even faster than those of the professionally trained imperial royal investigators below.

In other words, the portable searchlight she held in her hand lit up more than twice as fast as a traditional explosion light, so the darkness in the room only lasted less than a minute before the light reappeared. At this time, Hopkins had already blocked Nightingale with his arms crossed, and behind him was Captain Gregson. The two huge revolvers were constantly looking for something in the corners of the room as he looked. Something was wrong, a bright scalpel was pinched at Watson's fingertips, shining coldly under the light.

"What the hell!" Gregson muttered. After looking around the entire room, he finally made sure that no one had broken in, and then lowered his gun slightly.

"It's not just the villa area, it's dark beyond. The lights on the Thames Bridge are all gone. It's probably a power outage in the whole of London." Sherlock looked out the window and said calmly.

Blackout is a term that has only recently emerged, and is often heard only in London, a city where new energy is the first to become popular.

"The current power grid in the city has not yet been fully laid out. All energy comes from the original steam function bureau. The huge generator buried underground is temporarily regarded as the terminal of all laid circuits. If someone turns off that thing, the whole city will be affected. There will be a blackout.”

Nopa quickly explained to others that she was currently the most powerful person in the room regarding new energy.

No one will ask the question "Who turned off the generator", and no one will care about how it was turned off. Now everyone in the room only cares about one thing.

"How long is this blackout going to last?"

Nopa took a deep breath to relieve his tension: "If it's just a simple line outage, it can be repaired within two hours, but if the generator is damaged, then tonight, it should be There’s no way it can be fixed.”

These words were like a big ruthless hand that penetrated into everyone's chest at the same time, then grabbed the beating heart and squeezed it to death.

Because everyone knows that those explosive lights outside can only last for three hours at most. At this juncture, darkness means danger. No one can guarantee that there is a gun quietly aiming at the villa in the places where the lights cannot shine. No one can guarantee that there will be one. A large bundle of explosives was suddenly thrown from a certain direction, and then turned the entire building into a sea of ​​flames. No one could even guarantee that in that flash of light and dark, Miss Nightingale's throat would be blown by someone looking at it. Cut open the missing things.

In the past, the Ripper's murders were so silent, but it may be because today's defense is so tight. The joint protection of the Inquisition and the Imperial Royal Investigation Team makes it impossible for the Ripper to get close to this villa.

Therefore, his handiwork was more outrageous than every previous murder, directly dragging the entire London into darkness.

"No, it's too passive!" Hopkins said resolutely: "People can't disperse. In the entire area, our area is lit up, and it's like a living target."

"What are you going to do?" Gregson said solemnly.

"Two ways,

First, transport dozens of explosive lamps and use them in turn, which will definitely last the whole night.

Second, dispatch some armored vehicles and let's leave here quickly. The electricity laying in London has not been completely completed. We can go to the neighborhoods where steam lighting still exists.

But obviously, our current position has been exposed, so I prefer the latter. "

Hopkins quickly said the most correct decision at the moment. A few months ago, he successfully became the supreme judge of the Third Division of the Inquisition. His ability to make decisions and mobilize resources was improved after a short period of training. , has been fully displayed.

So, 20 minutes later, the roar in the darkness came closer and closer, and several armored vehicles were approaching.

Of course, these armored vehicles were stopped outside the villa and the most meticulous inspection was carried out.

After a power outage, people will most likely move to areas without laid circuits. If Hopkins can think of it, then the Rippers can also think of it. Therefore, it is necessary to eliminate hidden dangers such as vehicles being tampered with, or bombs being planted.

After spending more than ten minutes of careful inspection, Miss Nightingale was finally surrounded, walked out of the villa, and then got into one of the armored vehicles.

"You come out!"

Hopkins said to the driver of the armored vehicle.

"ah?"

The driver didn't react for a moment, but Hopkins was not in the mood to explain. He directly kicked the person out of the seat and then sat in the cab.

If there is no problem with the car, it is natural to ensure that there is no problem with the person. Therefore, he will definitely not let anyone else take control of the car, even if the other person is his subordinate.

"Don't worry, before I officially joined the Tribunal, I learned a lot of useful things on my own. I drove this type of armored vehicle manufactured by the Imperial Mechanical Institute when I was a teenager."

Hopkins said while checking the operating console of the armored vehicle. To be called a genius, of course he has dabbled in these things, but now he is not showing off, he just wants to show off Nightingale behind him. Madam, please feel at ease.

At this moment, Nopa also hurried over, carrying her huge satchel and preparing to get into the car.

But as soon as one leg stepped up, suddenly, a hand grabbed her collar and picked her up, including her bag.

"What are you doing!" Nopa shouted angrily, waving four of them in mid-air.

Sherlock pulled her aside casually and sat down next to Nightingale:

"You can find another place. I'll follow this car."

After saying that, he didn't even pay attention to the other party's almost explosive expression, grabbed the door of the armored vehicle and closed it directly.

Nopa glared angrily, as if he wanted to penetrate the armored vehicle's shield with his eyes and stab the hateful guy to death. But suddenly, she thought rationally and found that it seemed to be a safer approach if Sherlock followed the lady.

In short, after a series of refitting, escorted by several other armored vehicles and a large number of guards, the convoy drove onto the streets of London.

Because all the street lights were extinguished, the whole city fell into darkness. Coupled with the usual hazy weather, the moonlight was also very thin. Some residents found candles that had not been used for a long time. In the windows on both sides of the road, there was a faint flicker of light. The swaying dusk.

Nightingale sat in the armored car. The crowded environment gave her some sense of security.

"Don't worry, no one can get close to you under this kind of guard." Hopkins spoke again to comfort him.

I don’t know whether this kind of comfort was just to calm Nightingale’s mood, or whether he was telling it to himself.

Miss Nightingale smiled: "Of course, I believe you."

This is actually a paragraph that is very suitable for the current situation. At this juncture, everyone wants to relax, but Sherlock is very blind and mentions something disturbing.

"The current environment seems very similar to one of your previous escort missions." He said.

He even explained it inappropriately:

"It's the time you used a train to escort a person on the murder list. It's just that you were riding a train at that time, and this time, we were riding in an armored vehicle, but in the blink of an eye, you said , the person sitting opposite you was killed, so if the Ripper can really do such a thing, in fact, we are not very safe at this moment."

No one knew why Sherlock had to mention this kind of thing at this time. In short, the atmosphere in the car suddenly fell silent.

But Sherlock continued to mutter as if nothing had happened:

"I remember that the reason why you squinted your eyes was because of the reflection of the lake under the setting sun, right?"

"Yes, but the current situation is not suitable for talking about these things." Hopkins reminded him awkwardly.

"No, I think this moment is exactly the most suitable time." Sherlock's tone seemed to have changed slightly:

"Because, at that time, you transported that person from London to a military base on the west side of the city.

The direction of the setting sun, the direction of the vehicle, and the direction of the seats are all perfect explanations, because theoretically speaking, there will indeed be reflections from the lake surface.

But you may not know that this year, on the south side of the lake, facing the direction of the steam railway, the crown grass is growing very well and has reached a height of about half a meter.

And at that angle, if a steam train passes by, the light of the setting sun will not shine through the train's windows. "