Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock is gone.

He was too lazy to pay attention to the questions raised by those from the White Thorn Security Company.

So there was no scene where a detective pointed at the noses of a group of contractors and told them all their reasoning in the dark, leaving them speechless and full of self-blame.

He just completed the reasoning at the death scene very quickly, and then left all the rest to Watson.

The two men had not arranged their respective responsibilities in advance.

But it was done naturally and tacitly.

It was extremely cold at night in London after the snowfall. Sherlock was very glad that he had bought that cat nest early. Thinking of the little Sanhua being able to curl up in it and avoid the cold wind at night, he felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart. He wrapped himself up tightly. At the same time, a steam train came from the huge viaduct overhead. The sound of the friction between the rails and the wheels penetrated into her ears through the moist air.

Sherlock raised his head, and the train body and the snow under the lights reflected each other, like a black and white movie. He quickly walked up the steps to the elevated parking platform, and then got sideways into the door at the last second of departure.

It was a long shot, but I finally caught up.

Probably because it snowed today, there were very few people in the carriage. Sherlock found a seat and sat down, and began to think about all this.

In fact, it is always easy to reason about human cases, because humans always have some traces of the inherent thinking of primates. Even contractors with special abilities can rarely do "belly up, limbs turned out" Crawling, having to find a lamppost to urinate on before committing the crime, and having to lie on the corpse and lick it back and forth after killing someone.

But demons are different. They can do anything, not to mention those abyssal abilities that transcend common sense.

Therefore, the reasoning about demons is much more complicated than that of humans, but it is also much more interesting.

Sherlock was very happy, just lost in thought as the carriage rocked and the wheels rumbled outside the window.

During this period, there was no other sound in the carriage. From time to time, some light came in from the window. Maybe it was some street lights with cracked gas pipes, or the light source of the shops open at night, which was reflected by the ice and snow on the street.

"Next stop, lift up your nails. Next stop, lift up your nails."

The sound of the train announcing the station sounded, and the speakers in the carriage were obviously old products that had not been replaced for many years. They were full of rustling noises, and the gender of the voices could not even be distinguished.

But it was so late and someone was still calling the station. This was not the usual style of London steam trains.

They usually don't even bother to open the car door. They just want to drive all the way to the end and get off work directly.

"Next stop, lift your nails." The stop announcement sounded again.

Sherlock was suddenly stunned for a moment:

"Lift your nails?"

Is this a site name?

Obviously not, there is no site related to this word in London!

Why didn't you notice it just now?

He felt that his mind was a little dizzy, and he subconsciously looked around. Only then did he realize that the entire carriage had been filled with a strange red halo, like those flickering light sources. The surface was covered with a layer of bright red paper.

As far as the eye could see, two passengers could be seen sitting side by side, motionless, but their faces looked strangely ugly.

And Sherlock knew the reason for their ugly faces.

That means - you can't move! ! !

Because he couldn't move himself, couldn't move his limbs, couldn't turn his head, it seemed that the only thing he could do was breathing, blinking, frowning and other very small behaviors, it was like the connection between the body and the brain was cut off.

And immediately after

A man came from behind.

In Sherlock's sight, this man was wearing a somewhat dirty thick windbreaker, with a hood directly connected to the collar, covering his entire head. He couldn't see his face clearly, and could only hear the sounds coming from the hood. A thin murmur:

"I will do it. I will do it"

The man muttered, passed Sherlock, staggered to the male passenger sitting at the front of the carriage, leaned down, and took out a screwdriver from his coat pocket.

"Lift up your nails."

The station announcement sounds again!

And this man also picked up the fingernails of the passenger in front of him and inserted the tip of the screwdriver in! ! ! !

"Uh, uh, uh."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

A burst of screams rang out.

That's right, the word "youyou" is used to describe screams. The male passenger's mouth opened a little bit like a slowed down video, and a slow but extremely painful sound came out of his throat. !

But his body was still unable to move, and he could only maintain a sitting posture, allowing the screwdriver to be stuffed into his nails, and then lifted up little by little;

The speed was very slow. The hooded man was prying the thin nail caps like a muscle weakness patient, and he could clearly see the bright red tender meat connected underneath. Like string, one by one was pulled up.

As the owner of the nails, the male passenger's eyes were filled with ferocious bloodshot eyes due to the huge pain, as if they were about to explode.

The first nail was lifted, then the second, and the third

Finally, when they reached the fourth root, a crack in the void appeared in front of the male passenger.

A thing that looked like a lamprey crawled out from inside. Its body was only a dozen centimeters long, with densely packed shrimp-like legs on both sides. Each one was very thin, and the tips were like It pierced the man's body like small thorns, then crawled across the collar, then along the cheeks, and finally came to the eyeballs.

After that, the small demon inserted several of its legs into the flesh of the passenger's face to fix its body, and the 'head' slowly opened up, showing a round It was a deep hole, but dozens of small, soft tentacles protruded from it, and penetrated into the gap between the passenger's eyeballs and eyelids.

After doing this, the suction cup-like mouth finally stuck to the opponent's protruding eyeballs.

Guji~Guji~

Sherlock could clearly see the demon's body shrinking and shrinking, as if sucking, and in the process, the passenger's screams became louder and louder, until he heard a 'boo~' sound.

Even if you didn't see the picture, you could tell from the sound that an eyeball had been sucked out.

After that, there was the eyeball on the other side. During this period, the hooded man kept raising his fingernails extremely seriously and kept mumbling:

"I will do it~I will do it~Hehehehe. I will do it~"