big devil holmes

Chapter 183 Come in for a cup of tea and chat with you by the way
The captain of the gendarme was running without any destination, just running in a fixed direction.

The entire building complex is completely enclosed, without a trace of light, and the only thing that can provide visibility is the moon above.

But the top of the building I was standing on before, even the moonlight was obscured, so why could the detective still see me?
Thinking of the moment when they looked at each other just now, he still trembled subconsciously, and with this trembling, he actually recalled all kinds of weirdness during this period of time.

A civilian detective stood out among a group of elites in the industry. The huge machine mysteriously disappeared under layers of guards. The exclusive locomotive of the Holy See stopped at the door of the dean's old house.
All of this seems to be warning myself to stay away from that guy.

However, the prudence that I have always been proud of has not discovered these things, or I have already realized them, but my inherent rationality and anger have made me ignore them.

and many more!

that car?
At this moment of panic, he subconsciously thought of the car with the imprint of the sunflower and the people who got on and off the car.

It was that handsome and outrageous man. In the courtyard of the old house, when he looked at him for the first time, I somehow felt a certain fear. .

At this moment, probably because of his high mental tension, he suddenly remembered something.

He remembered that in the military area along the Redek Strait, there seems to be a certain legend. According to the legend, on a normal night, a military doctor walked into a tent in a camp, and then ripped off 12 people in the tent alive. The skin of a sleeping crusader soldier.

He peeled the whole night, and when the skins of these people were peeled off, they didn't make the slightest sound. No one knew how he did it. In short, the skin of the first person slowly detached from his body, That person suffered inhuman pain while 11 people were sleeping around, and when the skin of the second person was torn off, 10 people were sleeping around.
Little by little, until the next day when the sun slowly shone on the ground, and people found that the soldiers in the tent had not come out to assemble, someone went in and prepared to scold them for getting up.

But when he opened the curtain of the tent, he only saw 12 bloody bodies writhing constantly on the bed.

And neatly stacked skins.

This legend is generally used to scare those recruits, telling them that maybe when they are sleeping, there is a military doctor next to you who is tearing off the skin of your comrades little by little. When you pass by a military camp tent, There may be a military doctor inside who is carrying out extremely cruel and bloody torture.

you had no idea
But the next one might be the one to hit.

Of course, no one will really believe this kind of legend, and as the military age grows a little bit, it will definitely be forgotten.

But this legend does not seem to be old, anyway, when he himself first joined the army, he had never heard of it.It seems that it came out of nowhere six or seven years ago, and soon spread widely.

The surrounding buildings became more and more sparse, and some moonlight shone down, reflecting his face without a trace of blood.

Because in front of his eyes, the easy-going smile of that beautiful man was appearing.
The captain thought he might be crazy, otherwise how could he connect a legend with a person he just met?
But the more he thought about it, the faster his breathing became, and the more cold sweat covered his body. Subconsciously ignoring the almost explosive heat in his chest, he forcibly increased his speed.

at this time
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There was a dense bang faintly behind him. It was the sound of a person approaching at a high speed, and his feet smashed the road.

Sherlock said a long time ago that no one can escape under his pursuit, but at this time his pursuit method is more direct and rough than before. He follows a straight line towards the position where the gendarmerie captain is. He ran wildly and passed several buildings blocking the way. He didn't even go around, but jumped up along the wall, climbing the protrusion on the wall halfway, stepping on the edge of the balcony of the building under his feet, and a few jumped up. He jumped to the top of the building, and then used the terrifying speed and the height of the building to complete amazing distances over the building.

Just like that, his figure kept passing by under the moonlight, and his long clothes were flapping in the wind. Finally, after another crazy jump, the black shadow suddenly hit the ground like a meteorite falling. , and then with a bang, he stomped firmly in front of the gendarmerie captain less than 5 meters away. The huge impact made his knees bend slightly, but his hands were steady, and he pressed the hat lightly. That's why the reverse wind brought out by the fall didn't blow it up.

Immediately, he stood up slowly, smiled and looked at the bloodless gendarmerie captain in front of him:

"What a coincidence, we meet again."

At this moment, the gendarmerie captain didn't want to admit that he was afraid, but his whole body was shaking, and he could only hope that the moonlight here would not be so bright, which could cover up the almost convulsive trembling under his clothes.

He is a soldier. He has seen the most powerful warriors in the empire on the battlefield, the most brave and fearless contractors, the most tragic fights, and the bloodiest scenes. Demon corpses in the snow field!

These experiences gave him an extremely strong ability to bear, and he felt that he should be able to calm down as quickly as possible.

You shouldn't be afraid anymore!

But his trembling hands made him clearly realize that he had already developed a kind of fear from the depths of his soul towards the private detective in front of him.

In fact, I should have run long ago.

No, I shouldn't have come at all.
At this point in his thoughts, he thought of that beautiful man again, and thought that he seemed to have a very good relationship with the detective in front of him, so he trembled even more.

……

"Ha, it's you, what a coincidence. I didn't expect to see you here."

The captain of the gendarmerie smiled, and he swore it was the most relaxed expression he could show at the moment.

In fact, he also knew that saying such things at this time was completely self-deception, but he still had to say that, and he had to pretend that he didn't know anything.

This is the ridiculous paranoia of a person before facing death. At the same time, he is also desperately praying to the Holy Light, praying that the detective in front of him is not a real lunatic, and praying that he will judge the situation and know that killing himself now cause trouble.

right!I am a person with a military position, how could someone dare to kill me casually?
I completely forgot that the one who came to kill people in the first place was actually not the other party. Moreover, the traffic around here has been controlled, and no one will pass by here in a short time, and I even forgot that I took the initiative to hide here. Among the buildings where someone came.

Sherlock looked at the cold sweat on the other party's face that hadn't been blown dry by the wind, and shook his head helplessly: "Vice President Hulk asked you to come?"

"Ahaha, I really don't understand what you're talking about?"

"It's impossible for the deputy dean to make such a big commotion alone. After all, he will still be in the School of Life Sciences in the future, so who is the person above him?"

Sherlock didn't care about the other party's pretending to be stupid at all. A panicked person has no ability to control his demeanor and details, at least the gendarmerie captain in front of him doesn't have this ability. Changes, these can clearly show the real part of the other party's words, or the part that they want to hide.

So there is no need for Watson to do this kind of stuff. If he really gets it over, he will probably have to be ridiculed.

"Is it the Pope?"

"What?"

"Emperor?"

"emperor??!"

"Assassinating the Holy Son, delaying the inheritance of the Holy See, assassinating Nightingale, causing turmoil within the empire, killing Dean Darwin, and delaying the frontline battle situation are all big plans, but the method is very direct, that is, purely violent obliteration, we can see that People are very anxious, so anxious that they don’t even want to prepare a scapegoat in advance, they are completely desperate but why do they want to do this?”

The gendarmerie captain in front of him was completely dumbfounded when he heard this. He blinked his eyes, as if he realized that what he seemed to be involved in was not just the dispute over the dean of the Academy of Life Sciences.

"It seems that you don't know. That's right, after all, you are just cannon fodder." Sherlock shrugged: "But it doesn't matter, anyway, there are only a few people who can do this kind of thing."

After all, he walked towards the other party.

"Wait a minute!" The team leader hurriedly said, "I still have something to know! I'm willing to help you, and I'm willing to point out what the vice president has done!"

Looking at the footsteps of the man in front of him, his heart was beating wildly!
He began to curse and regretted it. At first, he thought that the backing of this guy was the old dean's daughter, and later, he thought that the backing of the other party was the Holy See, but now he finally realized that the other party didn't need those backings at all. .
The guy himself is a fucking monster!

But then again, the already frightened captain still didn't completely give up resistance at this time. The soldier's strong willpower allowed him to retain the viciousness of the last desperate fight. I can't get up.

But in fact, just behind his back was a loaded single-shot hand cannon. A single shot filled with a large amount of compressed gunpowder and high-temperature solution could easily break through a three-centimeter-thick military steel plate!
It is impossible for a human skull to be three centimeters thick. Even a Tier [-] contractor cannot really hone flesh and blood into the strength of a military steel plate.

Therefore, if he can successfully take out the hand cannon, then at close range, no matter how strong the opponent is, it is impossible to catch such a cannonball with his face!
I still have a chance!

So at this moment, the captain's body suddenly stopped shaking, and he stretched his hand straight and powerfully towards his lower back, and then accurately held the hand cannon, and at the same moment, his fingers It's already on the trigger!

Numerous times of gun drawing training have made this set of movements extremely skillful, and ordinary people will never be able to react.

Then, he slammed the hand cannon in front of him, pointed it at Sherlock's face, and snapped his fingers down hard.
The night wind whistled through the cracks between the buildings.

Sherlock's head was not blown apart by a single shot as expected, and there was no deafening sound of the shell being fired, and there was no hand cannon... not even a hand!

The captain stared blankly at the lump of fresh blood and bone on his wrist, and couldn't react for a while.

It took about a second before he finally realized that his hand had been completely crushed like waste paper, crushed into a twisted ball of flesh.

"Ah."

"Ah ah ah ah ah------"

He suddenly let out a belated roar, the severe pain rushed straight to his forehead, and he fell to the ground with a thump. At this moment, his last trace of tenacity was finally swallowed up by the painful feeling, and he thought again I wanted to escape, but my legs were weak and I couldn't stand up, so I started to crawl back with my elbows.

And in the process, he was terrified to see a blue-black tentacle protruding from nowhere, wrapping his hand cannon, and approaching the detective in front of him.

And the other party just stretched out his hand for a while, and the tentacle obediently put the hand cannon in his hand, and then slowly slipped into the darkness.

"Ah"

"Ha ha."

The captain smiled, he didn't know why he laughed, the severe pain in his hand hit his reason wave after wave, making him feel that this world is so absurd.

Immediately afterwards, he saw that the detective walked over while fiddling with it as if he had found a new toy, and then he was very interested in trying the power of the toy in his hand, so he aimed the cannon at the captain The face of cold sweat.

"Wait a minute, I'm actually still useful"

"Boom!" sounded.

In the building complex, a sudden loud noise echoed wildly among the buildings.
Sherlock is very satisfied with the power of this weapon, and truly feels that there is a reason why human beings can persist for so many years under the invasion of demons.

Immediately afterwards, he threw the cannon on the ground, ignoring the scattered flesh and blood on the ground, and prepared to leave.

There was another lady waiting for him. Today he put in a lot of effort to act like a gentleman, but he didn't want to let these efforts go to waste just because he made the other party wait.

And as he left, several void cracks appeared behind him, and then some small demons got out, began to lick the flesh and blood on the ground, and even swallowed the hand cannon hungry, but after swallowing After that, I felt that this thing seemed a bit difficult to digest, and I hiccupped a few times~ I was very depressed, with a huge belly, and got back into the crack.

"Thank you for waiting, Miss Irene."

Sherlock apologized to Irene in the carriage.

"Actually, you should thank that coachman. If he wasn't still around, you would have carried me home tonight." Irene said with a smile, without any complaints in her tone, and even with some expectation .

Of course, Sherlock will definitely not really believe this kind of expectation. To redeem such a terrifying wanted criminal from the hands of the trial court, and to bring him with him generously, this woman must be more powerful than she shows. There are too many horrors.

The next journey home finally seemed normal. In the snow and cold wind, a man and a woman sat and looked at each other.

Sherlock found that Irene looked at him unabashedly, with a smile in his eyes.

But he could only respond with a smile, but he didn't think too much about being smart.

Finally, after another 20 minutes, the carriage stopped in front of a small villa in a deserted neighborhood.

Sherlock helped Irene out of the carriage.
In the next second, without saying a word, the coachman whipped his whip down, and disappeared at the corner of the street with his car and his car.

Sherlock and Irene looked at the direction in which the carriage disappeared in surprise, and were stunned for a moment.

"Hehe, it can be seen that the driving gentleman must have had a hard time all the way." Irene covered her mouth and smiled.

Then, he actually said a sentence that appeared in many literary works, and it was very appropriate: "Since this is the case, do you want to go in and have a cup of tea?"

Hearing this sentence, Sherlock didn't burst out laughing, but became more cautious.

Sure enough, right after that, Irene chatted and said another very abrupt sentence:
"By the way, let me talk to you about Augustine the Great"

(End of this chapter)