big devil holmes

Chapter 155 Descends from the sky
Curiosity and desire to explore are almost the source of all Sherlock's happiness, so in his opinion, apart from finding out the truth, there are many other interesting things about the case of the Academy of Life Sciences.

"The laboratory?" Catherine nodded after thinking for a while.

She didn't know the process of a detective investigating a case, but the man in front of her gave her infinite confidence. She still remembered that half a year ago, the director of Scotland Yard in London once commented on Sherlock with one sentence.

[If there is anyone in this world who can solve this case, it is only him. 】

At that time, I also felt that the context of the director was not right. The other party was just a detective, and he only solved one case. Why did he speak as if the other party was a savior?

However, I didn't expect that after a long time, I actually had similar thoughts about it.

Yes, if anyone in this world can solve this case, it should be him alone.

Although I don't like my father, and even hate that old guy, but for my father, this experiment contains too much, even the meaning of his life and the people he loves, this is his whole world!
Then, from the perspective of the father, the person who gave all the truth can undoubtedly be called the savior.

"I will apply for a pass with the highest authority for you as soon as possible." Catherine continued: "In this place, if you don't have permission, you can hardly go anywhere. Those security departments can't wait to arrange two people to stand guard in front of the toilet."

It can be heard that after so many years, her dislike for the School of Life Sciences has not diminished in the slightest.

Sherlock smiled: "By the way, didn't you say that among the people who passed the screening, the most suitable person should be selected and given some special permissions? In this situation, I am Don't you think conceitedly that I am the most suitable candidate?"

"That's right, it's you." Catherine didn't say any sarcasm, but directly approved the other party's words: "As for the special permissions, the pass I applied for you is actually one of them. Believe me, as long as you have that thing, you You can enter almost any place in the Academy of Sciences, and you don't have to go through those annoying processes anymore, which will save you a lot of time in the detection process.

In fact, you should be able to figure it out, this kind of permission is very difficult, even I can only get one copy, which is why I can only give a 'special quota'. "

Of course, Sherlock could imagine that the boundary of the School of Life Sciences is almost everywhere with warning signs such as "Experimental area, no idlers are allowed to enter". In fact, he was a little surprised that Catherine could get such a high-level authority.

so.
"Is there anything else?" Sherlock continued to ask with a dissatisfied posture.

"Of course, and I think this is a really useful privilege." Catherine responded: "That is, you can use me at any time."

"Ah?!" Sherlock spit out these words in one gulp. Fortunately, he didn't have a cigarette in his mouth now, otherwise he would definitely fall off and burn a hole in his clothes.

"What's your expression?!" Catherine asked with a frown.

"Uh, I just don't quite understand what 'use you at any time' means?"

"It's literally." Catherine said solemnly: "I don't understand your detective methods, let alone your thinking, and I don't even know how to help you.

So, I hope you can use me as a tool. "

In her words, there is a taste of no hesitation:

"You may not believe it. The School of Life Sciences is not as peaceful as it looks. Although most people are concentrating on various experimental researches, these researches will eventually go to the market, enter the front line or the life of the imperial people, so It is beneficial after all.

Where there are benefits, there will be troubles.

Now I still have some right to speak in the School of Life Sciences, and I can help you solve some troubles.
So when you need me, please tell me, I will try my best to fulfill your request.Anyway, I am just a trial nun, and I am only responsible for fighting most of the time, so it may be more useful to be used as a weapon or a shield

and also
I hate my dad, but I kind of know him, so if you think of anything, like his habits, how he might think about certain things, his style of doing things, etc., that's fine. Feel free to ask me.

During this period, you can freely enter and leave this villa, go to my father's room, and read his manuscripts. You need an environment closer to the case or the deceased, then you can live here directly. "

"Live here?" Sherlock repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, here is my father's life trajectory. Although there are not many, this is his home after all. He stores many important things here, so from the perspective of the case alone, living here is better than going outside. Going to live is much more efficient, at least if you suddenly have an inspiration or a certain question at night, you don’t have to run all the way to verify it.

As for me.
You don't have to care about it, I just want that old guy to die clearly, and I don't care about other things, so naturally I don't care about things like 'men and women live in the same room', even I think this kind of rhetoric is only for those who Only weak people who are hypocritical and self-indulgent will care.

Of course, I will not disturb your thinking rhythm and living habits, even when you don't need me, I will not appear in your sight.

I said, you can use me as some kind of tool.
And all I want is the truth. "

When Catherine said these words, her expression was very serious, and her articulation was exceptionally clear, as if she wanted to express her attitude towards this matter to Sherlock.

Speaking of it, this woman seemed to have never hidden her hatred and hatred for her father from the very beginning, but everything she did was so determined and persistent.

Sherlock has seen too many deaths, so he knows what is hidden under most of the loved ones. Naturally, he has also seen the ugly faces of a group of people fighting for family property after the dead closed their eyes.

Compared with these, Catherine's performance is so direct and simple.

She just wants the truth.
"Why are you so obsessed with finding the murderer?" Sherlock couldn't help asking.

"Because I need peace of mind." Catherine said lightly: "I can't let him die in an unclear manner. If he is murdered, then I must know who that person is, how he was killed, and why he was killed. , and clearly slapped the murderer's crimes on his face, made him confess, and then paid for it with blood.

Only in this way, after my death, my soul will stand in front of that old guy, and I can question him with peace of mind!scold him!

Only then can I yell at him without any scruples, point at his nose, and call him unworthy of being a father! "

Sherlock looked at Catherine's calm and serious expression, listened to that weird remark, and didn't speak.

After a while, he suddenly laughed:
"Hehe, that's a really good reason"

"Of course." Catherine said: "I have already prepared a room for you, and I will take you to father's laboratory tomorrow, where you can experience the soul visualization device for yourself. It is a very wonderful experience, so I suggest you Get some rest tonight."

"Well, I haven't said that I agree to live here."

"You certainly will."

"How are you so sure?" Sherlock asked.

"Because this is indeed helpful to the case. If you are really a qualified detective, it is impossible for you to give up this unique condition for some stupid reason." Catherine said, and then added seriously: "And you also Not a gentleman, I always thought so."

Director Lestrade said half a year ago that Catherine's evaluation of Sherlock was very pertinent!
Although she has a lot of prejudices and misunderstandings about this Mr. Detective, she has a good eye for people in this regard. Sherlock is indeed not a gentleman.

So, he quickly moved into the room arranged for him.

A bedroom that is not too big, because of the old age of this villa, all the furniture here is not so fashionable, exuding a sense of age, old tables and chairs, extremely simple decorated beds, Under the brass lampshade is a gas lamp produced decades ago. It is old, but the craftsmanship is traditional and exquisite, and its service life is extremely long.

In short, everything looks so solemn, old-fashioned, but clean.

Sherlock sat on a sofa, put his palms together in front of his chin, summarized the experiences of the past few days and the clues he had temporarily collected, and then deduced several murder methods just thought of in his mind.

However, after thinking about it, he moved his butt subconsciously.

"Forehead"

Sherlock frowned, and made a long hum, because he found that he missed the big red patent leather sofa a little bit.

The sofa under the buttocks is actually very comfortable, the built-in cushion is very elastic, and the touch of the armrest is also genuine leather.

But it doesn't have that pit!

Sherlock couldn't help but lie down and nestle in it.

Thinking of this, he sighed, and began to think about when Watson would come, and whether he could discuss it before he came, and help him carry the sofa.

Well, these things have nothing to do with the case and he probably won't do it.

Sherlock got up and walked to the side of the bed, fell down, and hit his head exactly in the middle of the pillow.
Catherine said just now that she would take herself to see the soul visualization device tomorrow, and suggested that she get a good night's sleep.

I don't know what that device looks like, but people have suggested that going to bed early is always good.

Thinking of this, Sherlock quietly closed his eyes. Without the sleep blessing of the sofa, it took a little longer to fall asleep this time.

Finally, with the familiar feeling of falling, Sherlock opened his eyes in hell.

Then, as usual, he returned to the familiar street in hell again.

221B Baker Street, Lower Town, London.

In Sherlock's thirty years of life, no matter where he fell asleep, he would come to this place, like some kind of established anchor point, even if his body in reality is far away, but his soul Always belong here.

He walked out of the room, thinking of how pleasantly surprised he was when he stepped into hell for the first time half a year ago, but after such a long time, he seemed to have gotten used to everything around him.

After closing his eyes slightly, he could clearly feel that his domain had already crossed the Thames River, surrounding the upper city.After advancing to the second stage, the expansion speed of the tentacles is indeed very fast, but... still haven't seen many essential changes in them.

Sherlock didn't know why. He had been promoted and gained a very magical ability, but why didn't his contract demon change?

Maybe a little, but obviously not enough.

In fact, he had thought of Moran's weird evaluation of himself before.

Her words at the time were:
"Your contract demon should have reached its limit, but your own limit...hasn't been reached yet."

At that time, Sherlock felt that this statement was very absurd, how could contractors and demons evolve separately.

But thinking about it now, it seems that something is really wrong.

Moreover, if I didn't guess wrong, these tentacles should come from the sun in the sky, so my contract demon is considered a tentacles, or is it a thing in the sky.

At this point in his thoughts, Sherlock raised his eyes and looked towards the sky above hell.

That weird sun is still hanging upside down, pressing down like a star over the sky of hell, and the scorching corona is rolled up among those dark fleshy tentacles.

And a huge scarlet eye, just opened and staring, because it is too huge, it is impossible to tell what it is looking at. Maybe it is everything in this world, but it may just be looking at the lonely street. The one standing.

"Can you help me move the sofa there?"

Sherlock muttered casually.

Of course he knew that this was just a self-talking joke, but he just felt that from the perspective of the sun, it should be only a short distance from London to the Institute of Life Sciences.

However, as soon as the words fell, a tentacle spanned a distance of hundreds of millions of kilometers.
From the sky
(End of this chapter)