Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock frowned, looking at his fingertips with a somewhat confused look on his face.

He had experienced this feeling more than three years ago, in a monastery outside London, where he first received the contract ceremony.

I still remember that when my blood was swimming freely in the compass that chose the contracted devil, the slight heat emanating from my fingertips was exactly the same as the feeling I felt now.

Sherlock's slightly furrowed eyebrows slowly unfurled, and a hint of excitement and joy appeared in his eyes. In this world, no one welcomes him, no one will help him, everything is strange and cold, Fatal, for more than half a year, his hat brim has been kept as low as possible, and he has only a handful of conversations with people. The most common interactions with him are chases and bullets.

It was only at this moment that he finally found a familiar feeling.

The slightly hot fingertips that had been missing for a long time and had been forgotten by him were so throbbing.

He smiled.

Amid the endless shouts around him, his smile gradually became clearer under the brim of his hat. People saw his smile, but they naturally attributed it to it being a smile for victory.

A human kills a mutated creature. This is certainly worthy of laughter and wild laughter, whether it is the release of desire it brings to the people in the stands, the excitement in his own heart, or the performance this performance brings to him. Money is worth his laughter.

No one knew what the real source of his smile was, but that didn't matter.

"hehe----"

"Ha ha ha ha----"

Sherlock laughed, from the bottom of his heart. He leaned down and pressed his hand into the blood on the ground. He felt the heat in his entire palm. He felt that the heat penetrated deep into his skin along his pores. , and then wandered among the nerves and muscle fibers, causing the cold body to heat up. The hidden wounds that had been accumulated for several months began to show signs of recovery. The cracks between the bones and the scars hidden under the thick windbreaker began to itch. , which is a sign before the body begins to recover.

Finally, finally, Sherlock found a glimmer of hope to live.

Lilith's fingertips were also hot.

The hot water in the pot was bubbling. In the past six months, she has been mainly responsible for hunting down the traitors. The Human Survivors Alliance gave her very high authority, but until now, she still has not caught him. to that guy.

But even so, the alliance government still did not show any dissatisfaction with this woman, and even her authority was raised higher and higher every month. The reason is that except for her, there is really no one qualified for this job, and there are concerns about aliens. The research work of the World Contractors and the research of mutant creatures have been controlled by Lilith from beginning to end. This woman's status in the scientific research community of this world seems to be the same as Professor Charles Darwin in Sherlock's world. It is difficult to find a replacement.

Half a month ago, the army rushed into the city and staged a fire chase on the residential streets. Although most people had regarded this moderate farce as a topic of conversation after dinner, the damaged roads were Buildings collapsed and living facilities were blown up into the sky. This kind of thing cannot be ignored after all. A few streets away, the maintenance team sent by the government is working intensively, and damage subsidies for the people are also at the forefront. Time was given out.

Lilith poured herself a cup of tea, thinking that she had been close to that traitor not long ago, but that guy was really like an unkillable cockroach, able to get away in that situation.

Under the scarlet sky, where did he hide? Could it be that this guy was too seriously injured and died in the corner of a garbage station somewhere, with his body gnawed beyond recognition by rats?

Thinking of this, Lilith shook the tea cup, and the hot feeling in her palms reminded herself that she was not worried about the tragic experience of the traitor, but because if that body was really fed to rats, it would be detrimental to her own research. It is really an unacceptable loss.

"Report, nothing useful was found. The guy was very cautious. He had no luggage or daily necessities. Even the only clothes he used for a change of clothes were washed and like new. There are no clues from it."

A heavily armed soldier walked up to Lilith and saluted respectfully.

Lilith nodded and put the tea cup on the table. She had actually thought about this outcome for a long time. The traitor was very cautious. He would never leave anything that was not good for him, and he would also do it under any circumstances. Next, leave yourself a way out.

In fact, she came to this detective agency just to try her luck. If the other party has something that he hasn't had time to clean up, such as tickets, at least she can know the places he often goes to during this period, such as shopping lists, and at least she can know his past few days. Over the past few months, have you been secretly making some weapons of destruction?

But in the end, there was nothing except some flyers.

In the hall, little Miller stood in front of Sister Melissa, looking at the soldiers coming and going in front of him. His whole body was trembling, but this little fat guy who was usually manipulated by Melissa, at this time At this moment, he still stood bravely in front of his sister, as if he felt that he could isolate those dangerous soldiers from the blind girl behind him.

Melissa's face was pale. She definitely didn't dare to speak as loudly as usual at this moment. She squeezed her brother's hand nervously, but the two of them couldn't give each other a little bit of warmth because their hands were equally cold.

Not long ago, during the military siege of the museum in this neighborhood, the blind girl vaguely sensed that something was wrong, and in the ensuing chase and gun battle, her perception became stronger. Although She had no way of knowing why these cold-blooded soldiers walked into her neighborhood or into her own detective agency, but blind people always have a natural sixth sense.

She is now certain that all of this is related to the employee she hired.

There was a sound of a chair sliding against the ground, followed by the sound of footsteps tapping the ground lightly with high heels.

She knew that a woman was walking towards her, but she couldn't see it. She could only feel from her brother's tightening hand that the woman seemed to bring some kind of pressure to her face.

"Hello, Miss Melissa, you can call me Lilith."

The woman's voice was very soft and pleasant, and she must have been very beautiful. However, she had never introduced herself, but the other party said her name accurately, which made her feel very frightened.

And the name [Lilith] seems to have been heard somewhere.

Seeing that the blind girl did not respond, a soldier on the side came over and reminded him as politely as possible: "This is the chief scientific research director of the Survivor Alliance, government senator, Your Excellency Lilith."

After hearing this, Melissa was finally startled, staring stiffly with unfocused eyes, unable to recover for a long time.

She finally remembered this name. Among the most important official reports, this name always appeared at the front. Synthetic food, anti-radiation agents, improvements in special medical facilities, and cutting-edge research on mutant organisms seemed to all This person appears.

In fact, the medicines that his younger brother Miller has taken over the years, and even the stomach radiation stripping surgery he will undergo tomorrow, were all developed and popularized by Lord Lilith.

However, she never thought that one day she would be able to meet this distinguished His Excellency, and she never imagined that the other person's voice sounded like he was only in his thirties.

"Hello, Mr. Congressman." As a poor person, at this moment, she subconsciously did not even dare to call the other person by his name.

Lilith didn't pay attention to these details, and just said gently: "Can you tell me about your employee?"

"You mean Hopkins?"

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you." Lilith said, looking at little Miller standing cautiously in front of the girl, she smiled and took out a piece of chocolate from her pocket. During her long working hours, she often Supplement your own sugar intake with this stuff.

However, little Miller did not reach out to pick it up. He instinctively resisted the person who led a group of soldiers into his home.

In the next period of time, after obtaining Melissa's consent, Lilith visited this small but deserted detective agency and looked at the thank-you letters about Old Miller posted on the wall. , and the sofa where Sherlock usually sleeps. During the whole process, she remained silent, just observing quietly.

And at the end, she finally asked softly to the pair of siblings by the wall: "I think by now, you should already know that the detective you hired for half a year is actually the traitor the government has been looking for. kind."

Both Melissa and Little Miller's bodies trembled violently at this moment.

"But I think you told me personally that you never thought of this from beginning to end."

Lilith's words were light and airy, but just like the severe winter ice and snow that had long since disappeared from history, they instantly filled the bodies of the ordinary siblings in front of them.

Melissa didn't know that her employee was a traitor.

Does she really not know?

In fact, she herself doesn’t know it very well. She is just a small citizen. Of course she has hatred for the miserable race of human beings. She hates anything from the other side of the rift in time and space, at least in all books, education, and TV channels. Among the flag-waving and shouting on the street, this kind of disgust is natural and inevitable.

But at the same time, she is also a disabled 20-year-old woman who has no ability to resist and has a relative who is about to face surgery.

In the past six months, she had of course thought about why her employee was so weird and why he was willing to take the meager salary and do work that was not his job, as if he just wanted a place to stay. .

But every time little Miller ate the food he cooked, worked with him to find ways to escape from the general cleaning she had arranged, secretly went out to buy ice cream, and other things, she always told herself that there was no way that that man and the traitor could have anything to do with each other. any relationship.

Little Miller seemed to have a good relationship with that guy, and it was impossible for him to take the risk of puncturing a window that might bring danger to himself.

This is a mentality unique to ordinary citizens. It may be regarded as self-deception. Just like when facing a criminal who is robbing someone on the road, most people will take out the money in their pockets and hand it to the other person instead of trying to grab the knife and kill him. , even if the other party carries a high reward.

"I'm sorry, Congressman, I really don't know, I'm blind." Lilith explained timidly.

She felt that she should not have shown that moment of hesitation in her heart, and of course she could not see the faint helplessness at the corner of Lilith's mouth as she looked at her.

"You seem to be getting along well." Lilith said as she turned over the flyers on the table that had not yet been sent out.

"The traitor may be pretending. I'm just a woman with little knowledge. I didn't see through him. I feel very regretful about this."

Melissa said, holding her brother's hand tightly, hoping that he would stop talking nonsense.

"Uncle Hopkins. Not a bad guy."

As a nine-year-old child, little Miller's mind is really not very bright. He has not been too thoroughly infected by the racial hatred in the books, so subconsciously, he can't separate the uncle who has lived with him for half a year and the propaganda. The paintings are associated with heinous villains.

Before she finished speaking, Melissa hugged her brother in her arms. She almost fell off the wheelchair because the movement was too big.

"He is just a child, and the traitors will do some brainwashing on him. Little Miller is not very smart, you should be able to tell."

Melissa's voice trembled. No one could bear the crime of harboring a traitor.

"Don't worry, I wasn't very smart when I was little." Lilith said lightly, looking at the chubby child who was frightened by her sister, she smiled as gently as possible.

Then he turned around and whispered to an accompanying clerk behind him: "I have read this child's information. Although the medical brochure says that radiation stripping surgery is performed around the age of 10, in fact, the earlier, the better. .”

Of course the clerk understood what Ms. Lilith meant and nodded without any doubt.

The cost of little Miller's surgery was certainly nothing to Lilith, but no one could figure out why she would help the siblings.

It is estimated that even after Sherlock found out, he would have to think about it in his mind for a long time before he could barely figure out this wonderful psychology.

Of course, he definitely didn't have time to guess Lilith's brain circuit now. He was sitting motionless in a relatively quiet lounge with his eyes closed.

The injuries on his body are slowly healing in a state that cannot be explained by modern medicine. The cracks on his bones are disappearing bit by bit, and the scars on his skin are gradually receding, but his face is still pale.

Perhaps because this kind of body repair requires nutrients, he was a little hungry.

Along with the tiny tentacles entangled in the sleeves of the room, they were a little unwilling to twist back and forth.