big devil holmes

Chapter 106 "Tick Tock."

Sherlock is a detective.
And as a detective, what he usually takes over the most is tracking mistresses and finding his wife's sexual partners. Although he prefers to arrest those people on the wanted warrants, he can't always keep an eye on murderers. Criminals need to be relaxed, otherwise who will commit crimes in the future?

No one commits a crime, how can I have income?
So he is also very good at the basic business of tracking and tracking.

Just like what he said before, if he wanted to find someone, he would definitely not be able to run away.

At dusk today, he came to the Whitethorn Security Company, but he didn't go in. He just glanced at the door and found the whereabouts of the target he was looking for.

In this period of time when the heavy snow had just stopped, the security company had few patrons, and it was easy to find a set of unusual rut marks in front of its door.

This kind of wheel belongs to the highest specification taxi carriage in the urban area of ​​London, and it costs 4 shillings per kilometer! !
Except for those rich and oily nobles who pay too much attention to status, as well as the noble insiders of the Holy See, no one is willing to hire this kind of carriage, especially when the snow is more than five centimeters.

Anyway, after that, Sherlock followed the ruts to this luxurious hotel very smoothly, and then used some tricks that a third-rate liar would know to dismiss the reception staff at the door, so that he could open the registration room on the table like no one else was there. The roster is up.

In today's chaotic era, the hotel's registration business is definitely not detailed enough to record the position, name, age and other information of each occupant. Even if it is registered, there is no way to distinguish the authenticity. Above, only the simplest check-in time, the number of people staying, and the scheduled check-out time.

But that's enough.
This is London, and it is a night before the day of holy love. In this case, it is possible to book a suite, live alone, and it does not take three hours to make room for others. Besides the executive officer of the Holy See, who else can accomplish such a feat?

Even if the mayor himself came, he would not receive such treatment.

Of course, Sherlock is a cautious person after all, so he came to another floor across the street, and luckily found that the curtains in that room were not drawn too tightly, so he saw the old man and his too thin cheeks , dark circles drooping to the cheekbones, under the light of the gas lamp, the hair that is not much at all reveals a certain withered yellow that has been bathed in the incense for a long time; there are expensive coats hanging on the hangers at the entrance, because they are not wearing the usual The executive robe, so the sun flower pendant that shows faith can only be placed on the table.

In short, he can be sure that the person in front of him is the executive officer who wants to kill him tomorrow.

So, half an hour later, he slowly opened his eyes in hell, the scorching wind and sand flowed slowly as before, Sherlock stepped into the boiling world that seemed to have remained unchanged for millions of years, stepped into In his own domain, he snapped his fingers lightly.

Accompanied by a neighing sound, the carriage made of ashes drove quickly and stopped beside him respectfully.

Then the black tide gathered and surged chaotically, coming out of all the sewers, dark corners, and ruins of weathered buildings in all directions of Lower London, and connected with each other. At the same time, nearly a hundred demons scattered in various areas He also received some kind of instruction, and began to look in a certain direction.

Sherlock got into the carriage, and just like that, the horse's hooves stepped across the streets of hell, leaving scorched black footprints, and countless voices intertwined into roars, and at the same time, they ran wildly!
How long does it take for a contractor to be promoted?
In most cases, it could be ten years, 20 years, or a lifetime
And Moran is obviously the most talented group of people recorded in the entire Holy See. She underwent the canonization ceremony of the contractor when she was 9 years old, and then broke through the bottleneck at the age of 12 and became a second-level contractor. , ten years later, when she was 22 years old, she reached the third level
This can almost be said to be a genius that can be counted on one hand for several centuries. Otherwise, it would be impossible to follow the holy son of the Holy See alone to give him such a strong sense of security.

And it took her only three years to go from the first stage to the second stage.

So Sherlock felt that according to his talent, he should be promoted in two or three months.
Although his contracted creature is a bit weird, the relationship between those little tentacles and himself is quite good, and there is no room for deepening the friendship.

In other words, from the second stage, I should be short of a person who can do my best!

Then this person must be very strong, must reach the level of overcoming cleverness with strength, must withstand the plans, plots, and calculations in his mind, and squeeze out everything he can, this is okay!

Of course, I have to keep my mind on it. The brain can only be used within a certain range, and it can't really stretch the front line and act as the mastermind behind the scenes.Otherwise, collect information by yourself, find out the likes and dislikes of the enemy, investigate his mistress or illegitimate child, and then control the local gangsters, kidnap their parents, mother, wife, son, etc., and force them to do things that seem to be within their power , so that he "unintentionally" offended some people, and at the same time cooperated with framing and slandering, and from time to time at critical moments, let him find that he killed his only true love with his own hands, so as to try to break the other party from the spiritual level. Hey, in short, if you really play these things, then you may never want to spy on the new field of contractors for the rest of your life.

Conspiracies, human nature, crimes, these little tricks, looking at this world, really abound.

In Sherlock's words, tired
In short, in order to meet the above requirements, people like Deacon Baldr can't do it, neither can people like Catherine and the old priest, let alone the big soldier who came back from the front line.

Just at this time, Gaba, an executive officer of the Holy See, came to him at once. It was like a predetermined opportunity that fell from the sky.

How could he let go.

In hell, Sherlock got out of the carriage, and then looked at a large five-meter-tall demon crouching quietly above the ground in front of him, he couldn't help being a little surprised.

He had come into contact with a total of four second-stage demons before.

Subconsciously, he thought that a second-level demon should be at the level of Deacon Baldr, or the old priest.

It wasn't until this moment that he finally understood why Moran said that the gap between the contractors at the second level would reach the level of 'big difference'.

The huge creature in front of me was sitting, or squatting, with two arms so long that they could hang down to the ground, and even more legs, because it was squatting, its knee height had passed the shoulders, like a bird. The extremely emaciated weird monkey, or the huge version of the slender ghost, has dull black skin all over its body, only the area behind the head connected to the entire spine has white hair.

The so-called slenderness and thinness mentioned above are actually only in comparison with its own huge body size. In fact, the owner of the weird creature in front of him and his terrifying muscle outline are unabashedly exposed under the skin with a thick body. The lines of the blood vessels seemed to explode with a slight movement, and the sky would be filled with blood.The slender face has no eyes, only a huge gaping mouth, extending to the side of the head, which cannot be closed because of the densely packed sharp teeth inside, like a black and shiny football that has been opened A barbed laughing slit.

"Such a large volume. Isn't it a third-order demon?"

Of course he knew the answer. Since this thing hadn't been transported to the demon farm and had already appeared in downtown London, it naturally wasn't considered third-order.

Sherlock has never seen what a third-order demon looks like, and the words described in the book, as well as those photos that are not clear at all, can't give him a clear understanding at all.

But at this moment, looking at the thing in front of him, he felt a kind of oppressive force from the bottom of his heart, and finally he had to sigh that an executive officer of the Judgment Division was indeed so powerful that he didn't expect it.

However, this oppressive force did not last for too long, and transformed into some kind of incomprehensible excitement together with the rest of the exclamation, shock, curiosity, and other emotions!
He laughed, feeling that the tentacles in the domain and the more than a hundred demons under his control had all surrounded him, quite like an army of one person, but they were all small demons of the first stage, so there was no What a strong sense of security it gave him.

He raised his head and looked at the 'sun' in the sky, and found that it kept its eyes tightly closed, and seemed unable to lower its tentacles to sweep away the big guy in front of it.

Sherlock looked happier.

Then, he snapped his fingers.

In an instant, all the surrounding scenery seemed to be moved. The huge black waves in the sky swept through dense roars. The friction of sharp fangs and the vibration of feet hitting the ground made everything around them start to churn. , passed over his shoulder, and rushed towards the crouching pitch-black ghost.

The night passed like that.

The snow all over the ground seemed to be much brighter than usual under the sunlight.

In the real world, the Ivnovich executive opened his eyes
Just as he expected last night, this night was very long, almost the most difficult night in his life.

Headache, nausea, heart palpitations, muscle soreness, and the seams of the bones seemed to be pierced with needles. He didn't know when he fell asleep. He even felt that it was not falling asleep, but a kind of lying in bed. coma.

And, he had an extremely weird dream.
In the dream, he saw that his contracted creature was being attacked by countless demons. Although those demons were very low-level small demons, the number was extremely astonishing. At the same time, there was a black sticky tide, wave after wave trying to swallow it up.

He is over 60 years old, so it is naturally impossible to have awakening dreams again, so he just regards this dream as cranky thoughts caused by sleep discomfort.

He sat up with difficulty, looked at the clock on the wall, and realized that it was getting late, and there were still people to kill today, so he prepared to wash and get dressed.

But suddenly!
"Tick."

A drop of blood dripped onto his expensive pajamas.

Ivnovich was taken aback, and subconsciously wiped his nose.

hands full of blood
　6000 words, you know what I want, right?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)