Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 88 That guy should be here.

It's hard to imagine how a person can remain silent and suppress the screams in the face of such brutal dragging and the horrific blood all around.

It can only be said that extreme fear can allow people to transcend physical limits.

"Yes, please pull up."

"Pull up the seventh book on the left side of the fourth row, right?" Sherlock continued before the other party finished speaking.

The middle-aged man holding it was obviously stunned for a moment.

The basement door is built very secretly, and even a large number of people in the company don't know about it.

But Sherlock must be able to tell. After all, paper books are like a girl's pure heart. They can leave very obvious traces after being touched a few times by the fat hands of fat-minded men.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that Sherlock didn't want to waste time by looking at every room, and because he wanted to have a witness to all this, he wouldn't have had to drag this guy on his hand all the time.

Because the entrance to this basement is too conspicuous.

In a loan sharking company, there is actually a row of bookshelves filled with academic works, literary manuscripts, and even a few children's books. This doesn't feel right no matter how you think about it.

Fortunately, Sherlock found the entrance to the basement, and he felt that no amount of fear would make the guy in his hands feel more regret.

So he sincerely thanked this person for his guidance along the way, and then he just heard a 'click'!

He stepped on the man's spine with one foot, then pulled his hair back with one hand and violently pulled it back.

After a crisp sound unique to the breaking of bones, the body folded in half at an incredible angle.

This is not an easy task, because if you don't do it right, the opponent's scalp will be torn off. Sometimes the thick scalp will be torn all the way to the back of the spine, but the spine will be intact.

That would cause others to suffer unnecessary pain, so in order to avoid this happening, Sherlock had practiced many times in private, and now he was able to guarantee the accuracy of every push.

After doing this, the middle-aged man died as he wished. Sherlock shook off the blood on his hands, then straightened up and pulled the book on the bookshelf.

"Squeak~~~"

With a not too loud friction sound, the bookshelf slowly slid sideways, revealing the sealed iron door behind it.

There is a rope next to the door, which is obviously a doorbell. In a room that has been soundproofed and modified, knocking on the door is sometimes blocked, so a rope is used and a bell is hung on the other end of the door.

Sure enough, not long after, a small sliding door above the door was pulled open, and a pair of bloodshot eyes, which had obviously been working under gas lights for a long time, came to the small window and looked at the people outside the door suspiciously.

The gas pipe in the basement was obviously not the same as the one above, so the lights were still on, and because it was so dark outside, the person behind the door could only see a vague outline.

"What are you doing? It's so dark."

The man muttered angrily.

And within a second before these words were spoken, three things happened!

The first thing was that Sherlock stretched out two fingers and inserted them directly into the opponent's eye sockets through the small window with an unmistakable pop sound. Then, he brutally grabbed the opponent's cheekbones and cheeks with his two fingers. Using the gap between the eye sockets, he forcefully pulled the opponent's head toward the iron door, and his whole face hit the iron door with a bang. Only then did the man finally burst out with a violent roar.

The second thing that happened at the same time was that several tentacles from the shadows quickly sprang out, penetrated into the door against the edge of the person's face, and then skillfully removed the door bolt at the back.

This is of course not all. In fact, during this process, or in other words, the moment the small iron window was opened and Sherlock's eyes fell on the door, three void cracks were about to open behind the door.

From each crack, two to three hell corpse dogs rushed out ferociously. These rotten flesh-covered hell creatures hardly needed any visual reference. The first moment they rushed out, they relied on their sense of smell to rush straight into the depths of the basement. .

Immediately afterwards, there were bursts of miserable screams coming from below.

It was only then that Sherlock held the person behind the door by the eye sockets and opened the door slowly.

Everything happened so fast!

It seemed that in just an instant, the solid basement was breached, and all the workers were in chaos. However, these people still had some weapons on their hands, so gunfire broke out in an instant, but the corpse dogs did not care about pain or death at all. , catching any moving guy, he opened his huge mouth, bit it without mercy, and then tore at it crazily. The sound of gunshots, barking, and screams were all mixed together for a moment, and Sherlock was here Amidst the chaos and blood, we walked into the basement

Of course, not everyone was panicked by the sudden demonic invasion. They had been licking blood with the tip of a knife for a long time. Among these people, there were also a few desperadoes with excellent psychological quality. They held guns and Using the tragic death of his companion as a cover, he quickly retreated to the back door of the basement.

Um, yes. There is also a secret door in the basement for retreat. How could there be only one exit in a place like this.

Several desperadoes rushed out frantically and ran desperately along a corridor. The gas lights above their heads kept flickering, seeming to be setting the pace for the messy escape.

Not far ahead is a door, which leads directly to the street. No matter who they are, they can't kill people randomly on the streets of this law-governed society! !

Although it's a bit ridiculous, at this time, these desperadoes began to feel happy that this was a good era when murder was illegal.

However, at this moment

There was a creak.

The door in front of him was actually pulled open.

Some snowflakes blew in along with the cold wind, and there was a tall man standing outside the door, wearing a very elegant thick brown suit and a warm-colored scarf. A few strands of curly blond hair hung on his forehead, like A gentleman opened the door of a high-end restaurant and came to have a date with a beautiful girl.

Watson shook the fine snow off his shoulders, and then looked at the bewildered desperadoes in front of him.

"Hello"

He actually said hello politely and then showed a charming smile.

"Looking at your panic, that guy should be here."