Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 422: Apply for the job?

The sharp pain of muscle tearing caused his body to convulse for a few seconds, but he did not make the slightest sound. He leaned against the wall behind him vigilantly. After confirming that no one noticed anything abnormal, he supported the wall and stood carefully. Got up.

Sherlock doesn't quite understand that this is hell, so logically, he should be able to sense his contracted creatures. As a result, not only can't he sense it, but even the power he brings after becoming a contractor has almost disappeared. .

However, people in this world have also been fighting long and arduous struggles against those mutated creatures, and must have developed specialized technology for them. When he thought about it, he felt relieved. He trudged through the dry alley and helped him The wall passed through tall buildings, struggling to avoid the patrolling guards, climbing over the walls, and moving forward slowly and dangerously in this strange urban building complex in another world.

However, no matter how cautious you are, no matter how powerful your ability to hide your whereabouts is, no matter how much you endure the pain in your body and avoid extremely dangerous situations time and time again—but this neighborhood is just like that. Big, under the constant carpet-like compression search, Sherlock knew that he had turned into a pitiful little mouse, no matter how hard he tried to hide, even if he rolled around and curled up in the dug hole. , even if you are shivering in those messy and dirty shadows, there will still be a moment when you are caught.

With his back against a high mottled wall, and listening to the footsteps gradually gathering from all directions, he found that he seemed to have nowhere to hide.

Some dust fell from the wall behind him. In the past few hours, his face must have been recognized by all the residents around him. The doors and windows of every house were locked. He had always wanted to find someone who could sneak into a resident's home, or He simply smashed the window, got in, held a citizen hostage, and hid for a few days, but he failed. The seemingly simple search route and the constantly compressed activity area simply left him no room for maneuver. , the most important thing is that the doors in this world are too strong. Although the windows look like they are made of glass, each one is also extremely strong. Especially the residents on low floors, most of them have windows installed. The material of the fence is much harder than the steel in Sherlock's world.

"Is there no way out?"

He didn't even wipe the dust that fell on his face. He subconsciously touched the cigarette in his pocket, wanting to light one at this time, but he found that on the way to escape, he didn't know where he had left it.

And I didn’t realize it until now.

It seems that my vision, hearing, perception, etc. abilities have really been damaged to a terrifying degree.

Yeah this is hell.

How could I survive alone in a world that didn't accept me at all?

Being able to survive such a search for several hours is already the limit.

But at this moment, suddenly, a door was opened.

Forehead.

About five meters away from him, in the building he was leaning against, a door that should have been closed quietly opened.

Sherlock was stunned.

No matter who you are, you will be stunned, because Sherlock's wanted posters are posted on the streets and alleys. On the electronic billboards and huge display screens, Sherlock's words are forcibly inserted in the upper left corner of each channel. Photos, and below a reminder to all citizens not to open doors or windows during the search.

So, why is anyone still opening the door?

trap?

But that's it, why is there any need to set up a trap?

Sherlock didn't have time to think anymore. He was five meters away. He endured the severe pain all over his body and rushed over quickly. Then he ducked into the door and closed the door as quietly as possible.

At this point, he finally breathed out slowly. Then, he turned sideways and looked at the person behind him, making eye contact.

No, there was no eye contact, just Sherlock staring straight at the other person, while the other person was just sitting in a wheelchair, looking in the direction of the door without focus, and then...

"Are you here to apply for a job?"

The girl's tone was a little doubtful. She obviously felt that the person in front of her moved a bit too much and was in a panic, which made her a little suspicious.

As for Sherlock, at this time, his eyebrows were slightly raised unconsciously, because he discovered that the girl in front of him was actually the blind man who was almost hit while crossing the road a few hours ago.

Also, what does she mean by 'applying for a job'?

Sherlock would definitely not ask any more questions at this juncture. Obviously, the reason why the girl opened the door during the search was because she could not see the notices, and because she could not see them, she did not buy them. That machine called a television didn't hear the news, and even if she did, she wouldn't know what Sherlock looked like.

"Yes, beautiful lady." Sherlock responded in the most polite and calm tone he could at the moment without thinking.

At the same time, his eyes quickly scanned the room, and then he saw the newspapers framed in photo frames on the wall, some old-looking medals, and letters of thanks. In the room behind the girl, there was a very old There are rows of pennants hanging on the wall behind the big desk, with words such as "Thank you Mr. Miller for finding my lost wallet", "Thank you Mr. Miller for saving my marriage", "Thank you Mr. Miller for finding me missing" "Children" and so on.

Although each of the banners was very clean and there was no dust on them, it could still be seen that they were all very old, at least ten years old.

"Huh, I was shocked." The girl smiled and seemed to be relieved: "Just now it was said on the radio that a very dangerous fugitive escaped and the citizens were alerted. I thought I was lucky. No, I just wanted to put the collected garbage at the door, and it happened to happen."

Sherlock looked slightly embarrassed. It seemed that the girl still knew about the wanted order.

"But how do you know I'm not the criminal?"

"Because you can still talk to me so peacefully now. If you were the heinous criminal in their story, and when you were forced to have no choice but to find out that I was a visually impaired person, what would you do? You will definitely kill me directly, after all, as long as I screamed just now, you would have exposed your whereabouts."

"It seems to make some sense." Sherlock smiled bitterly in his heart, feeling that this girl's safety awareness was really not very high.

"Okay, let's stop chatting." The girl brought the topic to the main topic: "We are conducting a general search now. Why are you applying for the job at this time?"

"Well, because I need this job very much." He casually found a reason.

The girl put on a serious expression.

"For the job of detective, I will apply for you if you are in a hurry. You must have this ability."

After saying that, the girl turned the direction of the wheelchair: "Come with me, you need to pass some very difficult assessments to be admitted. My uncle used to be a very famous detective, and now he has adopted this detective agency to me. I can't ruin the reputation he's built."