Sherlock Holmes

After Baskerville and Sherlock's eyes met, they naturally shifted their gaze without saying a word or making any unnecessary movements. It seemed that the demon slayer did not want to talk to Sherlock.

At the same time, he ignored the dozens of soldiers standing at attention. He just looked out at the white-capped mountains through the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

In fact, it is hard to believe that Baskerville appeared in this car because he was coming to greet Sherlock.

Destiny is sometimes a very interesting thing. This frontline commander is actually not familiar with Sherlock, but for some reason, every encounter between them is accompanied by a battle. Thinking back to more than half a year ago, in The fight outside London almost cost each other's lives.

The two people, who had never spoken to each other a few times from beginning to end, inexplicably had a strange relationship that was bound to life and death. Moreover, under this relationship, this bloodthirsty officer actually came to receive the other party in person. This makes everything seem more ridiculous and interesting.

But no matter how reluctant Baskerville was, this order came directly from the top general on the front line, General Patton.

Baskerville was born and grew up on the battlefield. In this morbid and cruel environment, large numbers of people died every day, and he, who had been immersed in death since he was a child, no longer had the family or friendship that a normal person should have. a kind of emotion,

His position in the entire Crusader Army is only a frontline commander, but he never really participates in command. Instead, he goes to the battlefield in person. Every time he performs the most dangerous and cruel tasks, his military position is also Not high, just a school-level officer, but almost no one can tell him anything. Except for the assigned tasks, he only listens to General Patton on the entire front line.

So, he came after all.

But it was just someone coming, and he was not ready to say a word to the guy in front of him for the time being.

Sherlock was also happy to be free and sat down on his own, ready to enjoy the scenery along the way. This behavior made the panicked soldiers envious.

I feel that the ignorant are indeed the happiest. If this guy knew what kind of person the officer in front of him was, he might have been too scared to get in the car at this time.

The coastal urban area of ​​Redeker Strait is huge. After Lord Dante rushed into hell and stopped the second demon invasion by himself, the human-controlled area of ​​​​the entire strait experienced an explosive expansion. It extends to more than two hundred kilometers into the Antarctic continent. In such a vast area, the permafrost city built by humans does not need to consider issues such as land area, urban planning, etc. It is extremely arrogant and unrestrained. The roads are so spacious that seven people can drive side by side. The eight armored fighting vehicles and the huge artillery transported along the way were conveniently parked on the roadside without feeling crowded.

At 6 o'clock in the evening, Sherlock finally came to a hotel that looked extremely large. It was said to be a hotel, but its area was almost three times the size of the London City Hall. From a distance, it looked like a ship on the sea. Giant wheel.

He didn't have any luggage, so after getting off the car, he was led directly to his room by the service staff.

After spending 15 minutes, taking a hot bath, and then eating some simple food that had been prepared in the room, Sherlock sat on the sofa, feeling the softness he had not experienced in a long time.

Why did Baskerville appear on the transport truck picking him up?

And it looks like that guy also checked into this hotel.

Sherlock didn't care about these problems. Anyway, the other party would tell him sooner or later.

So, he just read the newspapers in the room boredly, waiting for the knock on the door that was going to come.

At the same time, on the first floor of the hotel, the soldiers involved in this mission gathered together after being settled:

"How to get him?"

A person closed the door to the room and asked directly.

"can not fight."

The tall and strong Crusader soldier gave a bottom line. Although these soldiers had suffered a lot along the way and had endured the grievances all the way, they finally had a chance to vent. But after thinking about it again and again, they decided Still can't really take action against Sherlock.

No matter how bad the opponent is, he is still a second-level contractor. Although he has not experienced on the front line and is a civil servant, he certainly does not have any killing and fighting skills, but the physical strength of the second level is still there. If you really want to If you beat him up, there will definitely be a big fuss. In addition, the untouchable frontline officer has also stayed in this hotel for some reason, so it will cause a big fuss and make him unhappy, which will be bad. .

"But it doesn't matter. At the commendation meeting later, I exposed that guy's face in front of everyone. If there was no way to move the soul visualization device to the venue, I really wanted to press him on that machine , look at how he established a contract with a wild demon within two hours!"

Having said this, everyone in the room showed extremely satisfied expressions.

In this world where strength and honor are highly respected, for these soldiers, exposing a person's hypocritical lies and tearing off the hateful disguise is much more satisfying than inflicting pain on the other person. After all, a beating is repairing. Just soak it in the solution for a few days and it will be done. What they want is to make the guy named Sherlock unable to raise his head again.

"Don't worry about that guy running away. I've already asked Victor to keep an eye on him. When the commendation meeting comes, even if it means dragging him, we will drag him there."

Another hour passed, and no matter how hard Sherlock slowed down his reading speed, he still finished reading all the newspapers.

So he pushed open the door to the room, came to the corridor, and lit a cigarette outside the window.

Scanning his eyes across the end of the corridor, he could see a man sitting on a chair, looking at himself leisurely. He knew this man. He was a member of the mission team, and he appeared here now. Presumably he was I'm afraid I'll run away.

Sherlock smiled and figured out that the character of these frontline soldiers who "must seek justice after suffering a loss" is too tough, but it is also quite cute.

Before a cigarette was burned out, suddenly, the door of another room in the corridor was pushed open, and then old Professor George came out.

Seeing that Sherlock was also arranged to live on this floor, he quickly walked over with a smile:

"I have really worked hard on you along the way."

There was immense gratitude in his tone. In fact, after Darwin's resuscitation experiment, he had thought of many ways to thank him for his contribution to this experiment and to the entire empire. However, he found that Sherlock seemed to suddenly appear in the world. It was as if he had evaporated, leaving him nowhere to be found.

"It's actually not hard at all. It feels quite novel to go to the front line. Otherwise, staying in London all the time would be a bit boring after all."

Sherlock said, this calm tone made old Professor George sigh with emotion:

"I know that you are not destined to be an ordinary person. Maybe some things are just an unusual experience for you.

But I still want to thank you.

More than half a year ago, for the sake of daily brainwave data, you sometimes even had to establish contractual relationships with dozens of demons a day. As soon as the previous one stabilized, it was overthrown by the next one, without rest for days and nights.

You alone carry the data output of the entire Wild Demon Mastery experiment.

Without you, none of this would be possible.

I don’t know why the government prohibits your achievements from being made public, but I have always emphasized that the entire experiment was basically supported by you alone. "

Old Professor George said very truly that although he had said these words countless times, he would repeat them again every time he had the opportunity, and he even felt that he could never say enough.

It's like an old man who always wants to brag to his juniors about the legends he experienced back then.

And his words drifted slowly to the end of the corridor along with the wind that came through the cracks in the window, and then pierced the ears of the following soldier named Victor with great ferocity.

His mouth opened slightly, his glasses became rounder and rounder, and his mind was buzzing.

He was completely confused and wondered if he had suffered a neurasthenia due to fatigue these past few days and was hearing hallucinations.

Fortunately, the strong willpower honed by fighting on the front line still allowed him to forcibly recover from this shock. In the dizziness that did not dissipate, he suddenly thought of something, so in his mind He kept shouting to himself.

The commendation meeting will begin soon.

No, no! !

Gotta stop them quickly! !

(It’s the end of the month, oh oh oh, let’s count the votes.)