Sherlock Holmes

Long, long before the Holy Calendar began, there was such a legend in the distant eastern country.

A giant grew up in a cold land, and tribesmen froze to death one after another at night. He wanted to make the day last forever, so he began to chase the sun and try to catch it. So he began to travel across mountains and rivers, running thousands of miles, following the star in the sky that could never be reached, measuring the entire world's land with his feet, and finally died in the pursuit.

At the beginning, this myth may have been intended to warn the world not to try to do impossible things, but over the long period of transmission and widespread recognition, this legend has been magically covered with a layer of grandeur and splendor. magical colors.

At this moment, on the vast frozen soil, there is the same giant, performing the same absurd and stupid scene under the sunset.

A total of five minutes passed from the time it burst into the sky full of artillery fire until it tore apart the entire battlefield and penetrated across the battlefield. Five minutes ago, all his actions were as ridiculous as chasing the sun, but at this moment, His figure gradually disappearing from sight, and the brilliant sun hanging in the sky in the direction of his disappearance, made everyone feel that the delusional scene in myths and legends had really become a reality before their eyes.

There was dead silence in the conference room of the remote frontline base. People here could not see the thrilling scene. All they knew about the frontline was through the strategic map and the sound coming from the huge loudspeaker above their heads.

But just after it was announced that the entire team was dispatched to pursue and intercept Sherlock, there was no more battle report.

What happened?

That demon was surrounded and had nowhere to escape?

Being humiliated and caught alive?

Or was he killed by artillery fire without eyes?

People's hearts became more and more panicked with the silence. This was just a small clearing mission, and the personnel involved were actually only two battalions. Compared with those grand demonic tide blocking battles, it was almost like Children playing house is not worth mentioning.

But at this moment, all the frontline officers in the conference room stood up, staring directly at the dazzling red line on the strategic map, breathing rapidly and heartbeats.

5 seconds

10 seconds

Sudden! The speakers above my head finally started to produce sound again!

"Experimental Subject No. 1070 broke into the encirclement, destroyed six war assault vehicles, and has now rushed out of the A theater. The demon sedative is intact. The route is straight west. It is expected to reach the B area in 8 minutes."

In the conference room, the silence continued, but vaguely, it seemed that a few stale breaths could be heard being slowly exhaled.

"Experimental Subject No. 1070 has increased its speed and is expected to reach Area B in 6 minutes."

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"The speed has increased again and we are expected to reach area B in 5 minutes."

There were several more battle reports, and the frontline commander looked at the red line on the map that had almost no arc from beginning to end and continued to draw forward. He could not imagine what the man on the distant battlefield was showing at this moment. What kind of running speed, but he smiled, then sat down on his seat, subconsciously picked up the tea cup at hand, and found that it was empty. Without the slightest anger, he just smiled and knocked on the table and said to the secretary behind him. :

"Fill some water"

The secretary seemed to suddenly wake up and quickly and respectfully filled the chief's bottle with water.

During the whole process, he seemed to be uncontrollably thinking about how thrilling the scenes on the front lines were. If some photos could be taken of them and accompanied by some annotations, then in the military camp, they would definitely be Will become the most popular read.

At this time, on the vast snowfield, a straight snow line continued to spread towards the west. Looking down from a high altitude, one could clearly see that its terrifying speed was constantly breaking through the cold wind, and these wind pressures were pressing against the crimson The two sides swept past, splashing turbulently towards the rear, and the snow curtain that was shaken by the footsteps was washed away. The whole scene was really like a sharp arrow that kept flying forward.

There is no obstruction here, and there is no need to consider turning, so the crimson controlled by Sherlock can release all the speed it can show. On his shoulders, Sherlock leaned next to the huge demon sedative container, trying hard to control his consciousness. Fall into deep sleep.

But the sedative effect from the demon's body became more and more powerful. Several times, he held the steering wheel of the steam locomotive like an extremely tired driver, but from time to time, he would close his sleepy eyes, and then I was startled by the weight of my head hanging down.

In the circle of steam locomotive drivers in the empire, there is a saying: If you sleep while driving, your wife will remarry, and your stepfather will spend your money and beat your baby.

Among the many slogans, this is a rare one that has some real effect.

Because dozing off while driving is really extremely dangerous, and when controlling a third-level demon running wildly on the snowy field at a speed comparable to that of a rail train, dozing off is even more dangerous.

But Sherlock had drowsily closed his eyes several times along the way. The crimson running wildly made no mistakes at all. On the contrary, he was able to maintain the rhythm of running to avoid shattering the sedative container or breaking the sedative container. Sherlock on his shoulders flew out.

It was as if there was some kind of power that would instantly take over the demon controlled by Sherlock while he was sleeping.

Gradually, Sherlock's drowsiness reached the extreme, and he no longer smoked. The empire's hundreds of years of research on demons and the sedatives developed by the most cutting-edge technology of the Academy of Life Sciences would not be able to bring down even one demon.

Finally Sherlock closed his eyes

He fell asleep.

It stands to reason that his drowsy feedback should come from the demon under his control, so Crimson should have been unable to hold on earlier than he did.

This big guy should have crashed down in the vast wilderness long ago.

However, at the moment when Sherlock completely lost consciousness, the crimson he controlled did not collapse. Instead, miraculously, he gradually lowered his body, as if he had some kind of self-awareness, and began to walk happily in the wilderness. During galloping and jumping, whether it is the forward leaning of the body's center of gravity, the natural swing of the arms, or the instant contact between the soles of the feet and the ground when running wildly, they all appear so coordinated and incredible.

If someone can keep up with this terrifying speed and observe this demon at this time, they can even see that occasionally, this demon will slightly raise its head and look at the sky above it, as if it is above the blue sky. There is something like Yaoyao facing it.