big devil holmes

Chapter 144 I Will Not Give It Up

Sherlock didn't know yet that the expectations of the few people in that temporary office were that they would not be swept away and go home.

He came to the corridor outside the office, and then followed the guidance of a tall receptionist to a lounge.

As the gathering place of the empire's top scientific researchers, the Academy of Life Sciences naturally has extremely terrifying financial strength, and none of the money comes from the government or the empire's appropriation.

But extremely clean and neat. Earn by yourself!

Dividends for all scientific research results, release of new materials, pharmaceuticals, medical treatment, chemical industry, anyway, in almost every field, there are channels for making money from the Academy of Life Sciences, even the 'devil sedative' used to paralyze large demons on the giant island of Odidalia They were purchased by the Empire from the Academy of Life Sciences.

For such an organization, its employee lounge must be the most conscientious and luxurious in the entire empire.

Soft and comfortable sofas, unlimited supply of snacks, food, juice, coffee, and even after work, a variety of valuable wines are also provided, and sleeping compartments that can be moved in at any time, all equipped with adjustable brightness gas lamps As well as the soundproof board floor, there are four or five of this kind of lounge in almost every building. If the staff takes over some experiments, they can live here for a few months, and all the food and drinks are free.

At this time, there were already more than 20 people sitting in the lounge.
Some of them wore clothes with a clear style of the Holy See. They should be from an independent institution of the Holy See—the Judgment Chamber, and it is also one of the few institutions that are qualified to inquire about the recordings of the people's oaths. This authority alone, Just let them have a higher starting line and more resources than ordinary people.

There are also people who wear standard military uniforms or various badges issued by the government.

Most of these people come from the Supreme Court of the Empire, or a government search department, and they have the largest number of people and the most widely distributed information network.

Of course, no matter what organization they come from, most of them have the right to deploy the urban police, and can also consult various files, requisition public facilities, and other various permissions.

In other words, based on strength on paper alone, Sherlock, a detective from a commoner background, would never be able to compare.

At this moment, he had already entered the lounge, and immediately saw this group of people in twos and threes, sitting together in a small circle, but they were all extremely quiet, with only occasional whispers of discussion, and with the opening of the door hinge Turning around, these people all looked over in unison, with scrutiny, curiosity, and some kind of self-judgment, comparison, and even hostility in their eyes.

It's no wonder that those who can sit here are all powerful figures in their respective fields. The needle point is facing each other, and they will be screened in a while, so they must be wary of each other.

So, adhering to the principle of friendship, peace, and not causing trouble, Sherlock came to the self-service area on the side, made a glass of juice, and then went to the coffee machine to get a few cubes of sugar into it, and then found a place not far from the crowd. Take a seat not close.

Feeling the soft touch from between the backs, he gave an evaluation that it was not as good as his big red patent leather sofa.

I just sat there for a while
"Hello." A person came over.

Sherlock raised his head and saw a man who was also holding fruit juice standing in front of him. He was wearing a gray-black robe with an inconspicuous sunflower embroidered on the neckline, and there were no bright colors in the rest , this kind of overly solemn attire represents that this person comes from the internal judicial institution of the Holy See—the Inquisition Chamber.

In fact, if you think about it this way, the operation of the Holy See still retains a very strong division of labor in human society. The trial court is equivalent to the court, and the adjudication department is equivalent to the police station, but it is covered with a thick layer of religious culture. And a more aggressive style of acting.

"I read a very cutting-edge medical report, which said that the human brain only needs one kind of energy, which is sugar, and the sugar it needs to consume every day is several times or even ten times higher than any other organ in the human body. , Therefore, people who think quickly like to eat sweets."

He was smiling, with light yellow hair hanging down very softly. Although he was not as handsome as someone like Watson, he was still handsome. At this time, he was drinking fruit juice while looking at Sherlock:
"Stanley Hopkins, Trial Court, Judge of the Third Division. Excuse me."

"Sherlock Holmes, from London."

Sherlock made a polite but relatively brief introduction of himself.

But after he finished speaking, the man didn't answer, but continued to wait quietly with great interest, which made Sherlock a little embarrassed.

What's more embarrassing is that this guy seems to be quite famous, because many eyes followed him, and more and more people began to pay attention to this side.

In desperation, Sherlock had no choice but to continue: "Private detective."

His voice was not loud, but such a simple answer caused the atmosphere in the room to change slightly, and the whispers that existed just now suddenly disappeared.

Hopkins in front of him seemed to be slightly taken aback, but he immediately recovered his smile:
"Do it alone? Haha, that requires a lot of courage."

"Fortunately, it's just that there are some tedious things that need to be done by yourself."

"The royal investigation team left?"

Sherlock shook his head: "No, it's a private detective."

"." Finally, the man in front of him fell silent for a moment.

Sherlock sighed secretly inwardly.
What else can I do, people have asked their faces, and it will definitely not work to force them to pretend not to hear or to ignore each other; just make up an identity, sooner or later it will be revealed, and it will be even more troublesome.

So I can only tell the truth.

But the identity of a private detective is a bit awkward among this group of people.

It's like a group of fighting elites with a third-level contracted great demon gathered together. On the military train heading to the front line of the gate of hell, they suddenly asked you what level you have reached, and you said. Military body boxing has been practiced for two It's been many weeks.

It seems that the style of painting is biased.

Sure enough, there were some doubts and even serious voices in the crowd:
"Private detective? Does the Academy of Life Sciences think that this kind of person can sit with us and participate in the review?"

"Go to the wrong door!"

Although the sound was suppressed very low, Sherlock could still hear it with his senses.

But at this moment.
"Hahaha!" The man in front of him seemed to be very happy suddenly, the smile on his face became brighter, and he even stretched out his hand:

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Holmes, but there is only one [most suitable investigator] spot, and I will not give it up."

After speaking, he shook hands with Sherlock very sincerely.

He turned around and walked back into the crowd.
(End of this chapter)