Sherlock Holmes

Three days have passed since he absorbed the blood of the first corrosive dog.

In the past three days, Sherlock had to fight a demon almost every night. As for the purpose, of course, he wanted to kill the demon and absorb its energy.

Now it is basically certain that these mutated creatures have acquired certain characteristics after being exposed to the sun for a long time. Whether it is radiation or genetic mutation, it doesn't matter. Anyway, this characteristic is flowing in their blood. , and for Sherlock, this thing is the source of his contract power.

Looking back now, Lord Dante probably regained his contract power by eating the flesh and blood of demons in this world.

But what information did Dante get in this world, why did he keep silent about everything in this world, and why did he kidnap the embryo, Nightingale?

Sherlock doesn't have enough clues to sort out these issues yet. His current energy still needs to be on how to escape from the city. He is just a little surprised that the old man who has been recuperating in the seaside town for thirty years turns out to have a hidden agenda. The biggest mystery between the two worlds.

"Dangdangdang————"

There was a knock on the door, and after Sherlock's permission, an extremely strong man who looked like a bodyguard opened the door. He did not enter the room, but stood outside the door very well. Bowed towards the room: "Mr. Hopkins, tonight's duel is about to begin. What do we need to prepare?"

His tone was very respectful, and there was even a hint of fear between the lines. No matter which world they were in, people in the underground circles had a common characteristic, which was the worship of power, so after Sherlock kicked him to death three times in a row, After becoming a little devil, these people's respect for him has reached a very high level.

As for fear, no matter who it is, if they fight hand-to-hand with a mutated mad dog that has been hungry for a week every night, and still survive in the end, then it is not shameful to be a little afraid of it.

"No, I'm going to talk to the boss. When the time comes, I'll go there by myself."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he waved his hand to indicate that the man could leave.

Five minutes later, the door to Miles' office was pushed open and Sherlock walked in.

Miles is the owner of this underground arena, um, his name seems to be Mills, but it doesn't matter, Sherlock didn't even knock on the door, he sat directly opposite his desk and said straight to the point: "I have been fighting for three days. Yes, according to the odds, I should have made a lot of money for you, and based on the reputation of your little workshop these days, it is estimated that word of your small workshop has spread throughout the city."

"Of course, Mr. Hopkins, you are my best partner." Miles poured a glass of wine and handed it over, the smile on his face was so attentive.

"What about the little promise between us?"

"promise?"

"Yes, I help you make money and work hard for you every day. Your tickets have increased three or four times. I think I have performed very well. Then you said you want to take me to see the big guys, those mature mutations. Creature, I think it’s time.”

"This" Miles hesitated a little.

Sherlock stood up directly: "I won't fight today. You are not the only one in the mutant creature arena. I think I need a new partner."

With that said, he walked towards the door of the office.

"Wait." Miles immediately stopped him: "I was just thinking about when would be a better time to take you there. In this way, after you finish fighting today, I will take you to see him tomorrow."

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There is no need to mention that person's name. In fact, that person has no name. Anyone who knows that guy calls him the breeder. As for what he is raising, it is obvious. Sherlock listened to the voice coming from behind. He smiled with satisfaction.

"You see, this is the attitude a businessman should have. And tonight you said you were going to get me a mutated creature in the growth stage."

"Of course, all the equipment you need is ready. I wish you good luck today."

After a brief conversation, Sherlock walked out of the room, passed through the long and narrow corridor again, and came to the spotlight.

A mutated creature in its growth stage is equivalent to a second-level demon in his original world. After re-contacting the power of the contract, Sherlock's strength has almost recovered to the point where he can fight a second-level demon. to the extent.

The next thing to do is to perform as much as possible the anxiety and uneasiness that a person who is about to experience a life and death battle should feel.

Audiences just love watching this.

Of course, it is impossible for a normal person to fight a second-level demon with bare hands. Therefore, today's equipment is extremely complete, including heavy-fire machine guns, fully enclosed field survival armor, thermal ion cutters, directional explosive mines, etc. , and the middle part of the entire underground venue has been completely evacuated, leaving only a huge blank space, and then a hemispherical protective cover made of high-density bulletproof glass was buckled on top.

The price of this piece of glass is enough to buy tickets for this underground arena for half a year. Of course, it is all worth it.

The appearance of a human being who can fight mutated creatures in the growth stage, tonight's ticket price, and the video taken are enough to sell an astronomical figure.

In Sherlock's senses, these weapons or armors were actually prepared to allow the audience to better accept everything in front of them. After all, he really went up to tear the demon with his bare hands, so no matter how much he explained, it would not matter. The law makes sense.

Okay, in order to absorb the blood of a second-level demon, I feel sorry for myself and just use heavy firepower to blast the demon's throat. It's really a bit disrespectful to tear people apart.

So, tonight, a seemingly bloody, thrilling, and near-death cage fight was staged. During the whole process, Sherlock very thoughtfully performed several flying backwards. He was running out of weapons and ammunition. The scene of narrowly escaping from the claws of mutant creatures caused the entire venue to scream.

In order to prevent the traitor's whereabouts reporting phone number from being blown up tonight, this kind of performance is necessary.

And at the end, the burning sensation of being bathed in the devil's blood made Sherlock feel that the power of his contract was getting stronger.

Early the next morning, an inconspicuous car passed through a street with few pedestrians, heading towards a remote area of ​​the city under the blood-red sunshine.

In the back seat of the car, Sherlock quietly watched the buildings flying backwards outside the window. He was a little surprised to find that he was already so familiar with the scenes in this world.

According to the time, it was only five o'clock in the morning, but Sherlock didn't want to wait any longer. He had already staged four cage fights in that underground arena. Over the past four days, the news must have spread to some people's ears. . From the very beginning, he had speculated that his whereabouts would be exposed soon. Even though these guys who lived in the dark circles had extremely rich experience and means of fighting wits and courage with government prosecutors, the best he could do was hide it. Five to seven days.

As vehicles continue to drive, tall buildings in residential areas gradually become rarer, and those black coffins gradually begin to be replaced by complex factories. The industrial development of this world is countless times more powerful than the industry of Sherlock's original world. , weapons, machinery, vehicles, construction industry, synthetic food, and even the reproduction factories deep underground that contain countless human embryos are the main body on which this world depends for survival.

Looking at those large machines that also covered the sky and the sun, Sherlock once again thought of the large steam engines located in the suburbs of London in his past world. Comparing the technological levels of the two worlds, he had to admit that no matter the current technology reached To any extent, it will eventually become bloated until the next technological explosion.

After another two hours, the car stopped in front of a factory. This place was similar to 80% of the factories he had seen along the way. The huge workshops and the layers of machinery stacked buildings that made Xia dizzy when he raised his head. A familiar feeling arose in Locke's heart.

The doorman of the factory was a bearded man with an expressionless face. Looking at the bodyguards who were tall and thick and full of professional atmosphere, the doorman did not confirm their identities, did not conduct any inspection, and did not even give any passwords. Sherlock was just like this. It was easy to walk into the factory park.

After walking through an open field, the sound of metal-specific machinery operating all around became more and more harsh, and the story opened up. However, these huge machines and containers stacked the entire space like a huge maze, plus the complex environment inside the main body of the factory. , this place, even if someone comes to inspect, without someone to guide you, you will probably get lost. And the workers working everywhere, as well as the large machinery emitting heat energy everywhere, make most detection equipment useless.

It really couldn't be easier to hide some mutated creatures here.

After going around countless twists and turns, the two finally came to an inconspicuous small door. After ringing the doorbell, a worker opened the door. Like the doorman, he just glanced at the bodyguard, and then He glanced at Sherlock behind him again, and silently motioned for the two of them to follow him.

"Do they know our identities?"

Sherlock asked the strong man in front of him in a low voice. This guy was the one who took him to meet with Boss Miles. The two had known each other for a few days and were able to talk to each other.

"Of course, we can't come in without the keeper's permission. Also, I know you are a powerful character, but here, you still have to be a little humble."

"How many mutated creatures are there?" Sherlock looked around as he walked.

“I don’t know, but in short, 90% of the underground arenas purchase their goods from here.

The breeder has his own way and has his own private armed force. Every month he goes out of the city to hunt a group of mutant creatures. He has been doing this for more than twenty years. "

From the tone of this bodyguard, one can tell that this guy called [The Breeder] is a legend in the underground world.

"Then isn't he afraid that the government will cause trouble for him?"

"Of course I'm not afraid. Here, it is the [breeder] who has the final say, not the government." At this point, the bodyguard seemed to suddenly remember something, and emphasized to Sherlock very cautiously: "By the way, forget it. I told you, don’t mention the government here, because the breeder doesn’t like those officials and soldiers, and the people working here don’t like them either.”

Sherlock frowned. He wanted to ask more questions, but under the leadership of the worker, the two of them had already entered an elevator. After about a minute of rapid descent, the elevator creaked... The door was opened.

The sight in front of him made Sherlock trance back to the private factory filled with experimental demons during the development of the wild demon control plan.

Looking around, you can see that the huge underground space is 30 meters high, and the rows of cages reaching to the ceiling are all the most vivid demons.

These demons were not soaked in some kind of liquid, nor were they given medicine to fall into a deep sleep. They were just roaring in the cage alive. They were large and small, with different shapes, and their claws and fangs were fighting desperately. The steel guardrails are tearing apart, and huge cranes are transporting these demons in the huge underground space, just like transporting the most ordinary cargo.

"It seems that you are not too intimidated." Glancing at Sherlock beside him, the bodyguard couldn't help but admired: "The first time I came to buy goods for the boss, I was so scared that I dropped to the ground."

Of course Sherlock would not be intimidated. He had seen many more demons in front of the Gate of Hell than here, and there were densely packed third-level demons there.

However, seeing so many demons again in this world, Sherlock couldn't help but feel slightly surprised, and even captured a familiar sense of peace from them.

If so many demons can be used by oneself, then it does not seem impossible to return to the gate of hell.

Sherlock fantasized for a moment, then put away his already excited expression and continued walking forward, passing through rows of demons, and finally arrived at a door at the end of the underground space.

And in front of that door, stood a man with an extremely weird figure. He was thin, with long hands and long legs, but he was more than two meters tall. The distance between his two eyes was extremely wide, and seemed to be close to his temples.

Sherlock was very sure that he had never seen the other person before. The man crossed his hands in front of him and saw Sherlock walking towards him. He tilted his head slightly, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.

And the next second, suddenly, the man's huge palm suddenly raised, and with a bang, a bullet went straight to Sherlock's eyebrows.