Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock actually had no interest in the man named Mark in front of him, so he just nodded to him out of courtesy.

At a crime scene, he usually cares more about the dead person than the living person.

As for Mark, as an operator of the field team, he must have a deep friendship with his teammates. At this moment, one of his colleagues was lying covered in blood under the light, so his mood must not be much better. go.

In addition, his impression of Sherlock was not very good from the beginning. From other people's descriptions, it was natural to think that he was just messing around, so he didn't even respond with etiquette.

He just said impatiently: "Don't approach the cordon casually. People from Scotland Yard are collecting evidence. You will disturb their work progress."

"Didn't he die from a demon attack? Why do we need to collect evidence?" Sherlock was a little confused.

But Mark obviously didn't want to pay attention to the guy in front of him. He was upset, so he took out a small iron flask and drank a few sips.

"If you are just a commoner in the lower city, you don't have to go to such trouble." Watson behind him explained as he walked to the position side by side with Sherlock. It can be seen that the doctor is several centimeters shorter than Sherlock:

“But our company is a department jointly established by the Holy See and the government, so the government’s police system must also be involved, and there must be a complete written report on the corpse.

The on-site investigators and police officers dispatched are the most elite people recommended by the London Police Commissioner.

Did you see the man with the top hat over there? I heard he was one of the top detectives in Scotland Yard. He came here to confirm whether the death was an attack from demons or a disguise after a human vendetta.

If he really died at the hands of a demon, he would have participated in the entire campaign against the eye-gouging demon.

Although a detective is not that good at fighting, his reasoning ability can be used in many places. "

Listening to Watson's explanation, Sherlock finally nodded. It would be good to work for the Holy See or the government, at least he could die in peace.

"By the way, why don't you do an autopsy? It should be easy for you to do this kind of thing, right?" Sherlock suddenly thought.

"Because the written report has to be written by Scotland Yard, it is better for them to do the verification themselves."

"But they are too slow. Let's go and do it together to speed up the process."

"This doesn't comply with the rules and regulations." Watson said worriedly, but his fingers were rubbing them subconsciously.

Sherlock didn't even bother to care about this bumbling guy:

"Stop talking nonsense. I have a few acquaintances in the London Police Station. Come with me." After that, he directly raised the cordon and walked towards the direction of the body.

"Fuck, cough, cough, cough." Mark next to him took a sip of wine and said, "Didn't you fucking hear what I said! I told you not to go there!"

Pastor Thompson also commented before that nine and a half out of ten words spoken by Mark are curse words, and when he is in a bad mood, it is not uncommon for feces to come out of his mouth.

He chased after him while swearing, trying to catch that bastard named Sirocco!

Hearing his roar, almost everyone around him looked over, including the Scotland Yard police officers who were busy around the body.

"Hello sir, please don't disturb our work."

A police officer from the evidence collection team stood up and wanted to stop Sherlock, but as soon as he raised his hand, he saw the other person's face. For a moment, he felt his head buzzing and his whole body turned to stone.

The police detective wearing a top hat standing next to the corpse was also looking here, but due to the strong light, he could not see the scene outside the light clearly. He just thought with some displeasure that these were stained by the Holy See's light. The guy is too arrogant. Didn't he say not to come in casually before the investigation is completed?

So he walked out of the bright light, slightly covered his eyes, and tried hard to adapt his vision to the sudden night:

"Sir, I understand your feelings. The death of a colleague is indeed difficult to accept, but on-site investigation is also a sign of respect for the deceased."

As one of the best detectives in the entire London Police Department, he can still behave very calmly even when facing people related to the Holy See.

At this moment, Mark from behind also rushed over. He glared at Sherlock angrily, then forcibly suppressed his emotions and said to the police detective in front of him:

"I'm sorry, this guy may have a brain problem, I will ask him to be honest."

“It won’t take us too long, please trust our professionalism.”

If we talk about dealing with demons, of course the people in the field team are better at it, but when it comes to investigating crime scenes, Scotland Yard detectives must have more say.

So Mark also showed the respect he deserved, raising his hand and preparing to drag Sherlock away.

But that was at this time.

He seemed to be stunned for a moment when he saw the police detective in front of him.

Then he noticed that the pupils under the other person's top hat were getting bigger and bigger. He must have gradually adapted to the surrounding light, and gradually saw the man standing in front of him clearly.

Then his face began to turn pale, his mouth opened slightly, and his muscles seemed to be tightening against some kind of psychological fear, until a drop of sweat seeped out from the tip of his nose.

Even if it is late at night after snow.

"Mr. Sherlock." He said the name tremblingly.

"Oh, hello." Sherlock said casually.

He was used to seeing most of the people in Scotland Yard like this.

The moment he heard the name, all the working voices around him suddenly became silent at the same time, and then countless eyes turned towards him, and a depressing atmosphere began to pervade.

"Can I go see the body?" Sherlock asked as if nothing happened.

The police detective in front of him didn't even think about it. He moved out of the way in a swish and lowered his eyes so as not to meet him: "Of course, you can use the crime scene and the body as you like."

He didn't even know why he said the word 'use'. Anyway, he just felt that this word was suitable for Sherlock.

"Then can I bring a friend in?"

"Of course, you're welcome."

The police detective thought to himself, don't tell me you want to bring friends, just bring a few street girls to shoot open-air cannons next to the corpse, and I don't even dare to care.

Sherlock smiled with satisfaction, then turned to Watson behind him and said:

"Look, let's just say I have a few acquaintances at Scotland Yard, right?"

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