big devil holmes

Chapter 110 The Opening of the Day of Sacred Love

"Crack~Crack~Crack~"

The bone was crushed in the mouth, and then chewed carefully, some blood flowed out between the gaps between the teeth, forming a cruel contrast between the pale teeth and the shiny black skin.

A contracted creature chewed its summoner alive?
The people outside the training ground didn't know what was happening behind those towering green belts like walls. Some horse-drawn carriages passed through the street, the sound of cars and pedestrians were only tens of meters away from the bloody scene.

But they were lucky. They didn't see that scene, so they wouldn't realize how much fear that scene brought to the witnesses. Even a few weeks later, they would still wake up suddenly after falling into a dream, sweating profusely .

Finally, I don't know how long it took, the chewing sound stopped, and the slender giant licked the minced meat between his teeth, and then crawled back into the void crack.

It wasn't until this time that someone finally came to their senses. The Whitethorn people rushed into the field and surrounded Sherlock. Watson felt his pulse, and confirmed inconceivably that this extremely weak man was still alive. , and, the excited and morbid smile on his face seemed to have finally been released, looking carefree and satisfied.

As for the executive officer. He died, in front of everyone's eyes, and he died clearly.

He died from the backlash of the contracted creature and was eaten by his own contracted creature
Although this situation is very strange, although the executive officer is already a powerful person who has reached the peak of the second order, although he is a strong manipulator, it is absolutely impossible for him to be unable to control his own contract demon. .

But it's like what the Holy See said in the "Risk Agreement".

As with anything, accidents can happen.

Moreover, the risk agreement for this test has been signed, and the casualties and losses caused during the test have nothing to do with the other party. More than a dozen family members swore in person, and the oath has been sent to the trial court.

Therefore, the death of Executive Officer Ivnovich is death, no matter how bizarre it is, it is death.

Just like when some investigators came to Whitethorn after the incident, in the retelling of the death incident, Mark of the field team spread his hands and said:
'As soon as we met, I was chewed by my contracted creature, what can I say? "

This sudden and even more abrupt end of the higher-level review came to an abrupt end, as if to avoid making too much noise and angering His Royal Highness, so the Tribunal did not send anyone else to London.

The whole world seemed to be a lot cleaner all of a sudden, only more and more frequent fireworks bloomed over the Thames River, and more and more kisses were staged on the streets.

The door of St. Delion's Church Hospital was pushed open, and Watson brought some fruits to the innermost ward on the second floor, and then sat down in front of Sherlock's hospital bed.

Since the training test a few days ago ended, Sherlock's image has undergone an extremely obvious change in the eyes of the entire Whitethorn Security Company.

It can even be said that he is regarded as a hero.

Because Executive Officer Ivnovic died, he died within the rules and regulations, Whitethorn did not bear any responsibilities from the Holy See, and the resentment in everyone's hearts was released most freely with the most direct death, whether it The pension, or this year's appropriation, will all be paid out at a penny.

Although all this was just because of a weird accident, but for some reason, everyone felt that this credit should be given to Sherlock, because in the heavy snow, a novice who had only been a contractor for three months really A real injury, and most profound humiliation, to a powerful executive.

Even the shock at that moment has not dissipated until now. Ms. Mary feels that the detective who is not at work is sometimes as attractive as Dr. Watson.

It would be even better if he could do his haircut from time to time
And Watson?
Before going to bed these few days, he would always recall the situation at that moment over and over again. He really felt extremely happy. At the same time, he also felt a little ridiculous and weird. All of this...couldn’t be Sherlock’s fault, could it? ? !

"So what are you doing so motionless today?" He looked at the guy on the bed who was staring at the ceiling in a daze, and asked suspiciously.

"Feel the rotation of this planet," Sherlock responded without blinking his eyes.

Watson sighed, ignored the other party, took out an apple, peeled it carefully, cut it into pieces, and ate it on his own.

In the past few days, Sherlock has always been in a daze from time to time, and when asked what he is doing, he will give some weird answers.

For example: "Recall how your brain adapted to exert force between your leg muscles when you first learned how to crawl."

This kind of answer is undoubtedly a kind of perfunctory, after all, it is impossible for human beings to retain the memory of infancy, and today's "feeling the rotation of this planet" is even more annoying.

But Watson doesn't care about this. It would be scary if Sherlock started to show some likable attributes.

After eating the apple, he casually picked up a few inspection reports on the bedside table, glanced at them, and then, adhering to the duties of a medical worker, said to the guy on the bed:
"There should be an error in your report. Remember to report to the hospital in the afternoon and try again."

"Ah? Wrong again?" Sherlock looked a little impatient.

Saint-Derian's Church Hospital is a special medical institution established by the Holy See. It is only open to specific groups of people. Sherlock also took advantage of the White Briar Security Company to live in it. The medical facilities here are extremely comprehensive, and the inspections are naturally extremely detailed.

Yesterday, the hospital conducted a series of reaction tests to check whether this guy's brain was shot stupid during the test.

And the result is an instantaneous reaction time, 0.03 seconds.

This answer must be problematic because the response time given by a fly's cilia to sense changes in air flow is only 0.15 seconds.

That is the life-bearing chip that a fragile creature can reproduce in this world after millions of years of evolution.

It is absolutely impossible for a human being to react like that.

Putting the report back on the head of the bed, Watson looked at Sherlock who was as graceful as a nobleman on the bed, and was very depressed. Because of the death of an executive officer, White Thorn was very busy submitting materials these days, but He's just hanging around here like a normal person.

"By the way, what kind of value is normal?" Sherlock asked suddenly.

"As far as I know, the reaction time of an ordinary person should be about 0.4 seconds, while the reaction time of a trained soldier is about 0.2 seconds, because the human reaction is very complicated, and it needs the brain to transmit it to the muscles through the nerves. , and give feedback, there is no way for the contractor to improve this attribute. There may be some medicines from the School of Life Sciences that can do it, but the side effects must be great. In short, there is no room for improvement.”

Listening to Watson's introduction, Sherlock nodded. He found that he had deliberately suppressed the reaction speed, but it was still a little too fast.

"By the way, has the exact time been fixed for the day of holy love?" he asked suddenly.

Watson was slightly taken aback: "On the newspaper two days ago, the government issued a notice that the Day of Sacred Love will officially start tomorrow, and all citizens of the empire will enjoy a full-day holiday."

While talking, he looked at Sherlock suspiciously: "Didn't you care about this festival all the time, why did you suddenly ask?"

Sherlock sighed:
"Although I said before that I don't want to dig other people's little secrets, but lying in bed these days is really boring, so I wondered a little bit why my landlady insisted on kicking me out.

I really didn't do it on purpose, it was just a little elusive.
Then"

Speaking of this, Sherlock turned his head and looked at Watson with a complicated expression:

"I know it sounds weird but, Mrs. Hudson, it's supposed to be the saint."

Looking at Watson's expression, he was startled for a while, and then looked at himself with an expression of 'you're fucking joking'. He opened and closed his mouth, without uttering a word for a long time.

He knew that Watson must have been deluded.
In fact, Sherlock was a little surprised when he thought of this possibility.

But immediately after that, he thought of the little man wearing glasses, and then a lot of information in his mind began to gather subconsciously, the time of appearance, the place of appearance, as well as the maid around him, the villa where he lived anyway, he Reluctantly, an even more absurd possibility emerged.

like he said before
"Those vulgar novels on the end pages of third-rate tabloids don't dare to write like that."

(End of this chapter)