big devil holmes

Chapter 220 Starry Sky
bank of london
It sounds like an unremarkable place. After all, there are banks in every city. They open on time at 8 o'clock in the daytime and close on time at 5 o'clock in the evening. There are branches in every large block. The old people who are dazed and trying to get some relief money went through the formalities earnestly.

It has been perfectly integrated into the lives of the people of London. It is integrated with the traffic, morning fog, horse manure, and bells. Sometimes it may not be noticed when you walk by.

However, few people know that the Bank of London is actually the bank with the most comprehensive security facilities in the entire empire, and it is not one of them.

To some extent, this city can be regarded as the birthplace of the steam age. The first steam engine, the first internal combustion locomotive, and the first turbine system all appeared here. Therefore, in the hundreds of years of the steam age Under the rule, how much wealth this place of London has, what precious technological heritage sites, and how many bastards without assholes, is simply beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

As a result, the underground storage of the Bank of London came into being.

The existence of this underground storage is no secret. Most London aborigines have heard of this place and know that it is under the headquarters of the Bank of London. In most people's perception, it is a warehouse built in the basement. A large safe with a lot of money in it, that's all.

But in fact, the underground storage of the Bank of London has a wide range of services, and the level of security is to some extent safer than the weapons and arsenals of the Imperial Army.

Among them, the most secure one is the item storage service. It is claimed that even if the third demon invasion occurs one day and the whole London falls, the stored items will still be safe.

Watson had never done this service before, so he didn't know if there was any exaggeration in the promotional slogan. At this moment, he was just sitting in an elevator, and the elevator was constantly descending.

He looked at the staff member of the Bank of London standing in front of him, finger in his pocket, counting the time silently in his heart, the elevator has been going down for 3 minutes, isn't it over yet?
At a depth of 70 meters underground, the door of the elevator finally opened slowly with a sound of "ding~".

Under the guidance of the staff, Watson walked in the narrow and long corridor. There was no sunlight here, only the gas lamp embedded in the wall, wrapped in transparent plastic sheets, it was not so dazzling and did not generate too much temperature. There are gusts of breeze blowing through the gaps in the wall above the head. It is presumably because an extremely powerful central air supply pipe is placed on the surface. It is really hard to imagine that it will cost money to build such an underground space.

After walking like this for an unknown amount of time, he finally came to a circular hall. In the middle of the hall was a service desk, surrounded by doors with different numbers engraved on them.

"Dear guest, do you have the key?"

The beautiful girl behind the service desk asked straight to the point, but with a very respectful tone.

"No."

Watson responded.

"So, is there a password?"

"Starry sky."

Watson said the word that the old beggar left him, and the girl in front of him immediately took out an old-looking book under the service desk, flipped through it for a while, and finally took out a key with a smile , handed to the guests.

Watson took the key and found that [081-03] was written on it.

There is no need to specifically explain this. Watson thanked him very gentlemanly, and walked to the door with the number 081 engraved on it. After entering the door, he came to the room marked with [03], and inserted the key into the door lock. Then turn gently.

The door just opened.

In fact, the whole process is a bit too simple. It’s a bit of a joke to enter such a tight underground storage with only one password. So, if you want to find his things, you have to capture the entire Bank of London, and then search every storage room.

And as the door slowly opened, an even more shocking picture appeared in front of Watson.

A wide underground river is at the foot, and the rushing river falls into a [-]-meter drop in the distance, hitting the rocks deep in the ground, like a majestic waterfall falling from the sky, and at the end of this raging river, there is a huge The unbelievable vortex swallowed up all the river water like a flood gate, and the endless roar resounded in the ears, and the rapid and turbulent cross-flow brought out huge wind pressure, blowing Watson's hair all over his head Flurry.

Everyone knows that as early as more than 100 years ago, a group of first-generation crazy engineers from the Academy of Mechanical Engineering dug through the Thames River and poured the river water into the huge melting furnace built underground, but they only heard about it, but they did not People have seen it with their own eyes.

No one would have thought that the underground storage of the Bank of London was built on this dug underground channel
Just before Watson recovered from the huge roar around him, a long bridge slowly descended from the cliff at the other end, and landed right in front of him. At this point, he finally understood why he said here Security measures are top notch.

On the skyfall created by this environment, no one can forcefully invade to the other end.

After passing the long steel bridge, feeling the turbulent waves under his feet, and looking at the huge vortex in the distance that gave people a fear of giants, Watson finally came to the other end of the bridge and re-entered the building embedded in the cliff. The surging heart finally calmed down a little.

After walking forward for a while, I came to a door at the end, and as the key was slowly turned, the door opened. Inside was just a narrow space like a dressing room, a small groove was blocked Embedded inside the wall with a chest on top.

It's just a very simple wooden box, just like the garbage that was discarded on the street, picked up by a scavenger and used as a storage container.

Watson walked up to the box and looked down.

I found that the contents inside were very old. There were some dried paints, a few simple brushes, and a palette that seemed to be unable to withstand the baptism of the years, and there were spots of cracks on it. Watson carefully removed these Taking the things out, I couldn't help being a little surprised. Could it be that the disabled old beggar also had an elegant sentiment of loving painting?
Finally, after almost turning everything out, he finally found the gun given to him at the bottom of the wooden box.

An ordinary-looking, even old-fashioned revolver, with no discernible style. The workmanship is extremely simple, without any patterns, decorative carvings, or even a front sight on the front of the barrel.

To be honest, Watson had also been on the front line for a while, and he knew a lot about firearms, so he knew that this gun should have been made in a crude workshop.

Of course, he never expected that the old man would really leave him a unparalleled gun, which would one day burst into an instant gunfire and take the life of an invincible person. From then on, the empire began an earth-shaking revolution A new chapter, and his name resounds throughout the universe.

That is a legend of heroes that only appears in stories, not reality.

Even now, he couldn't figure out why the old beggar had a gun, and why he had the money to open a storage room in such a place, but the storage was still old.

And at this moment... suddenly, Watson seemed to see something.

There seems to be a piece of cloth on the very bottom of the box, no, that is a painting, it looks very neglected, and it is used to pad the bottom of the box.

He stretched out his hand and removed the crumpled canvas. Fortunately, after so many years, the canvas has not become fragile.

Facing the light above his head, Watson looked at the painting quietly.
Then he saw a distorted, broken, blinding spectacle of dark blue, a sky in turmoil, villages in peace, flames swirling with lateral mountains, white clouds, and night sky.

He saw a starry sky.
Time goes by little by little, and the night in London falls again. Under the fog, the starry sky in London does not have those madness and confusion, let alone those curling and spinning sorrows. It is just blindly quiet and hazy, only the distant bells ringing from time to time remind People, not everything has fallen into a deep sleep.

Hopkins is still pregnant with sleep. He is actually quite tired these days, because he has to constantly explain to Sherlock how it feels for a contractor to reach the third level, and how difficult and boring it is to establish a contract with a large demon.

I think back then, when I broke through the third stage, I really suffered a lot, and I had to bear the huge mental stimulation brought by evolution every day. Sometimes, as long as my demon moved a little, it could cause a terrible headache , Vomiting.

There is no way, every Tier [-] contractor has to go through this torment. Thinking about it this way, it will be a more painful process if you want to tune the brain waves to the same frequency as a wild Tier [-] demon. .

Moreover, if you still forcibly connect to the third-order demon as a second-order contractor, then the pain is estimated to increase exponentially.

But even so, Hopkins is still full of confidence in Sherlock.

That guy's brain is like a black hole with no limit. It took Professor Darwin two years to do what he did in two months, which is definitely not a fantasy.

Even, he is likely to be able to complete it in a month, 20 days, or even half a month.

"Monster, that guy is a monster." He turned over and muttered to himself, wanting to tell himself that even if that guy really did it in half a month, he still has to accept it!

Yes, you must be mentally prepared in advance, so that you can show a calm look when incredible things happen!

I was thinking about it.
Suddenly, bell~ring~ring~
A phone rang.
(End of this chapter)