Sherlock Holmes

The emotion of paranoia is absurd and unreasonable, but it has a subtle sense of romance.

For the sake of ideals, I would rather break my bones than give up.

For the sake of promise, he is willing to make up countless lies.

For love, be willing to pay a price that you don't have to pay.

For money, for power, for face, paranoid people have thousands of persistence.

But for one sentence, the entire human society is in chaos and in danger. This kind of paranoia is almost crazy.

So is Sherlock's paranoia just that sentence?

Has he really become a madman?

No one will care about this kind of thing anymore. Maybe the ubiquitous Holy Light will give some thought to this, but at this moment, the train has entered the endless wasteland, and the area of ​​several hundred kilometers is completely blocked. It can no longer relate to Sherlock, explore paranoia or madness.

Rumble.

Boom! ! !

The train was speeding, picking up gravel and grit on the edge of the track. The night had reached the darkest time of the day. Sherlock touched the car window with his hand and wiped away the sticky blood on it. Through the red glass, he saw the wilderness and the quiet valley in the distance. , like a bloody beast crawling in the night, there is no crimson chattering in his ears, but he can clearly feel that countless military weapons are shrinking in his direction, and countless muzzles are aiming at the two trains. .

It seems that he has entered the center of the encirclement.

Sherlock tidied up his already damaged windbreaker and waited for everything to begin.

And in the next second!

A loud noise suddenly came, followed by violent shaking from the other end of the train carriage. The front of the high-speed 100-ton steel locomotive exploded at this moment, setting off a sky-high sky in the night. In the fierce flames, the rear carriages collided one after another with terrifying inertia. The hard body was cruelly compressed and squashed by the laws of physics, and ejected from the rails. It rolled crazily on the field, hit the gravel, and crushed it. They were broken into pieces or bounced high after being hit, and some were more like an invisible hand twisting the long steel giant snake into a twisted ball.

The old Inquisitor seemed to be very good at setting off decoys and cornering his targets.

The previous airships operated in this way, and the current trains also operate in this way. Although it is a bit old-fashioned and a bit repetitive, it has to be said that if it were an ordinary person, it would have been exploded into debris all over the sky in this kind of death place, causing chaos. Turned into flesh among the scraps of steel.

Sherlock is certainly not an ordinary person, and no one expects to be killed by a derailed train.

So, in the straight line of firelight, a dark but tiny figure dusted off the dust and iron filings on his clothes. Behind him was the locomotive that had just stopped rolling. The blazing flames reflected everything around it in a coquettish and distorted way. The same twisted figure took out a cigarette, moved closer and licked the dancing flames wildly beside him, made a sound, then put it into his mouth and took a beautiful puff.

Farther away, on the other side of the valley, an even louder roar has been heard. The contractors have summoned large swaths of demons in advance. In the sky, several missiles streaking across the night sky are making piercing screams, militarized. The chariot showed its figure and rushed down the valley with the hordes of demons, overwhelming the sky and the ground in all directions.

Such a formation should have appeared in the Redeker Strait, and should have appeared on the expedition, but at this moment, it actually appeared in the hinterland of the empire, and what it was dealing with was just a thin figure standing in front of the fire.

Sherlock opened his mouth and smiled happily. He had not yet broken free from the wanton joy that no one could understand.

I just realized once again that this world was already extremely absurd long before I went crazy.

…

The Academy of Life Sciences is the most professional institution in the empire engaged in demon research.

To some extent, it can be said to be the only institution.

Giant iron doors sprayed out a large amount of hydraulic gas and then opened on both sides. A woman named Catherine walked through the closed corridors with firm and fast steps.

During this period, some security personnel came forward to inquire, but they were all forced back by the intimidating aura. No one dared to ask her why she was here, because she has the identity of the top manager of the Academy of Life Sciences and is the frontline soul visual device manufacturer. The main person in charge of research and development is now the number one person in the Academy of Sciences and even the empire who cannot be ignored. The most important thing is that she is the daughter of the previous dean, and has the support of the older generation of scientific research members behind her.

The combination of various identities has allowed her to move freely in the Academy of Life Sciences.

But in the end, she was stopped in front of an iron gate.

"Ma'am, there is a military station ahead. We can't move forward." A soldier suddenly came over, holding a long gun on his chest, and stopped Catherine.

The Academy of Life Sciences has the absolute right to independent research and development and internal autonomy. It is usually difficult to see people from the military here, so Catherine looked at the soldier and frowned slightly.

She knew why there were soldiers here, and she also knew what was behind the iron door in front of her. She also knew that if she walked through this door today, she might become an accomplice of a wanted criminal in the empire.

But she almost didn't think about it, and slapped the opponent's soldier's explosion-proof helmet. She heard a muffled sound, and the man was directly pulled by his head and smashed to the ground, hitting the floor hard, and even smashed the ground out. There was a crack and he fainted directly.

There were several guards around who were stunned at this moment.

They didn't understand why a researcher from the Academy of Sciences suddenly attacked the soldiers, and they didn't understand why this woman was so powerful and killed her companions in an instant.

Of course they didn't know that this woman was actually a deacon of the Judgment Department four years ago. She was a serious second-level contractor, and she was more than enough to deal with a few soldiers.

They don't know, or very few people in the entire empire know, and even Catherine herself doesn't know that she and Sherlock should have more than a simple employment relationship.

A few seconds later, all eight gun-wielding soldiers in front of the steel gate were lying on the ground. They didn't even open the safety bolts of their guns.

Looking at the iron door in front of her again, Catherine knew that there was a large demon being studied inside.

It was the most elite demon selected by her father from all the existing demons in the empire, the most conducive to human control, and the most perfect demon that fit the human form.

After that, the most powerful demon defined by the pioneer of demonology in the empire was controlled by Sherlock Holmes. Instead of experiencing countless rights and wrongs, now it is imprisoned by the empire again.

Catherine didn't want to think too much about the memories of the past few years. She even said that she didn't know why she came here at this time. It was just that a few days ago, she passed by the [Eileen Tavern] that she and Sherlock walked through together. At that moment, a woman wearing a big hood and holding a long cigarette stood at the entrance of the alley, looking at him from a distance.

After that, he was invited into the tavern. In a private room, he met several people, all of whom had a goal that sounded extremely absurd.

"Sherlock is in danger now, we have to help him."

Catherine felt that it was a bit unreasonable that such a thing would find her. Sherlock was a wanted criminal in the empire, and she didn't have much interaction with him. Why would he ask her for help?

So, when Catherine walked towards the door and pressed the button to open the door, she still didn't quite understand why she agreed to it.

The iron door opens to both sides. There is no need to walk in. From the gradually opening door, you can see the huge underground laboratory. The red and white body is suspended in mid-air, and countless tubes are inserted into it. On the demon's body, due to long-term experiments, some of its muscles had withered, and even huge wounds were cut in some places. The exoskeleton on the chest was lifted, and large pieces of muscle were cut off.

Even if the opponent was a demon, this tragic situation still made Catherine's heart sink.

Sherlock is in danger now and he needs this demon.

Five minutes later, most of the experimenters were sent away, leaving only a few old employees still at the operating table, fiddling with something.

These people didn't say much from beginning to end, as if it was just what they were engaged in all their lives. They were just constantly researching and working. They were not good at expressing, but were good at doing things, so they silently sent the huge demon He put it down, removed the tubes on his body, removed the restraints around him, and finally controlled the elevator to put him into a demon transport vehicle.

During this period, Catherine was surprised. She didn't understand why these scientific researchers seemed to know what they wanted to do, and she didn't know why they wanted to help her.

Of course, she wouldn't ask, she would just watch in silence as these people finished everything.

She bowed solemnly to these people: "Thank you."

An old professor smiled, and the wrinkles on his face relaxed: "Thank you, I hugged you when you were a child."

This sentence made Catherine seem to understand something. She seemed to see the shadow of her father in these old people who had no children and dedicated their lives to scientific research.

But she had no time to think, she jumped on the demon transporter, drove out of the laboratory, and speeded through the underground tunnels.

In an abandoned building complex on the edge of the Academy of Life Sciences, the demon transport truck stopped on the roadside. She encountered no obstruction along the way. I wonder if people did not expect that someone would hijack a demon within the Academy of Life Sciences. Or was it because of some people's methods that the military's power was separated.

It didn't matter, her mission was accomplished.

And here, she saw that woman again, that ridiculously beautiful face that she had only seen in newspapers. She had to say that when she saw Miss Nightingale in Irene Bar a few days ago, she was shocked. They were all speechless.

No matter how many reports she read about the scandal that year, she still couldn't believe that the great Miss Nightingale really had an affair with Sherlock.

Now is not the time to think about the love between these children.

Anyway, she stood far away, watching the man named John Watson work hard to drag Nightingale to the top of the demon transporter, and open the small window at the top of the container.

Nightingale took a deep breath and put her hand into the cold repair solution.

One second. Two seconds

Suddenly, in the light green liquid, the huge body that had been devastated by the experiment suddenly trembled, and a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly opened!