big devil holmes

Chapter 157 Your Lines
"Moved here?"

Catherine was slightly puzzled. She seemed to sense something was wrong, but she didn't think too much about it. After all, it was just a sofa, so she frowned and said, "Okay, let's go."

In this way, the two got on the locomotive to the laboratory. Along the way, this not-so-likable young lady kept silent, looking through the window at the complex pipelines and buildings outside. Sherlock had never experienced what it was like to live in the Life Research Institute, but from the eyes of the woman beside him, he could feel a kind of calm and sadness that was not easy to express in words.

She is still wearing yesterday's suit today, and like yesterday, she does not wear the sun flower pendant.

In the Holy See, the identity of a nun comes from a certain religion before the opening of the Holy Calendar. At that time, nuns had to wear thick robes and headscarves to wrap themselves every day, and wear a cross on their chests. This is very important because it represents their piety to the faith.

Judging from Catherine's past performance, she is undoubtedly a very devout follower of the Holy See.

But in the past few days, she has not worn the sun flower pendant.

Not on purpose, but forgot.

It is undoubtedly very strange that a pious clergyman would forget to wear a pendant that symbolizes faith. In fact, Catherine’s change of mentality is indeed very strange, because the reasons for her running away from home and her extreme piety to the Holy See seem to be derived from her father.

A girl who couldn't get the care she deserved at home since she was a child; guarding the empty room alone, waiting for the knock on the door, and then the father came home with a smile and gave him a hug; the child who used the paintbrush to paint a happy family, fantasized about the company in the sun, laughed, but in the end never waited for that moment.

She has too many emotions that need to be pinned, but she has nowhere to pin them, so she can only put all her expectations on other things, such as a belief that may not be so sacred in her opinion.

but now
Her father died, and she became a lonely person in this world, a weed in the boundless desert that hadn't had time to die.

Then in her heart, it seemed that she could no longer find the meaning of supporting that belief.

She didn't even realize this, she just calmly looked out of the window with a blank face, with thousands of thoughts in her heart, but in the end they just mixed into an unknown blank, she didn't laugh, let alone cry.

In the silence of the road, the car finally came to a huge laboratory building.

Sherlock got out of the car, raised his head to measure the height of the building, and benchmarked against the London he was familiar with, and found that even the municipal building did not seem to be as huge as the building in front of him.

Of course, the municipal building is full of idiots, and in this building, it is estimated that any intern in this building has real materials.

Following Catherine into the building, he shuttled between several long corridors and elevators. Along the way, he noticed that many people would stare at Catherine when they passed by, and most of the expressions were extremely complicated.

Soon, the two came to a laboratory.

Two people in security uniforms stood in front of the heavy metal door. Seeing Catherine's arrival, they didn't move out of the way, but looked at each other, looking very embarrassed.

Catherine frowned and said softly, "Open the door."

The two still didn't move. After a few seconds, one of the security guards bit the bullet, walked over cautiously, and bowed slightly: "Miss Catherine, I'm really sorry. The vice president ordered yesterday that this laboratory is temporarily closed."

"What do you mean?"

"That is. No one else is allowed to enter casually." The security guard said, but felt that his context might not be polite, so he quickly added: "The deputy director said that the instruments here are very sophisticated and can be easily damaged. This is also to protect the scientific research achievements of the old director."

After the explanation, the security guard felt a little relieved. He felt that what he said was very appropriate. However, Catherine didn't even change her expression, she just repeated it lightly: "Open the door."

The security guard's face looked as ugly as marrying a second-hand wife. On one side was the deputy dean, who is now the most powerful person in the entire Academy of Life Sciences;

at this time
"He's just a security guard, there's no need to make things difficult for him." Sherlock said.

The security guard was taken aback, and turned to look at the man next to Catherine. Although he didn't know who he was, he still thanked him from the bottom of his heart. He thought to himself, this is right, you big men are fighting, and it's hard for me to be a part-time worker.

In the next second, he saw the man smiling and looking at him: "But out of humanitarianism, I still want to remind you that Miss Catherine is not only the daughter of the old dean, she is also a fighting priest of the Holy See.

It's the kind of person who sees someone who doesn't like it on the street, and directly pokes the other's arms and legs, and then just write a report afterwards and it's done. "

The security guard's heart skipped a beat, and his face turned pale.

"As for the deputy dean you mentioned, although I don't know him, I guess you made him angry, so all he can do is to fire you.

Judging from your face, you should be considered a smart person, who can quickly weigh the pros and cons, right? "

Sherlock spoke lightly, but a drop of sweat was already dripping from the forehead of the security guard in front of him. After a few seconds, he seemed to realize his situation, so he forced a smile, turned sideways obediently, and made a gesture of invitation.

Sherlock nodded in satisfaction, while another security guard opened the door of the laboratory for them in a more sensible way.

"Look, I said you don't need to make things difficult for them. Many times, people just can't see their situation clearly, so as long as we help them analyze it a little bit, they will soon know what they should do."

Catherine glanced at him: "Please don't make the threat so high-sounding."

"As you wish, beautiful lady." Sherlock responded unconcernedly: "By the way, they mentioned the vice president just now?"

"Well, a troublesome person." When Catherine mentioned this person, there was a look of displeasure and helplessness on her face: "If you look at it according to the normal process, after my father died, he should have taken over the position of dean, but the matter has been suppressed by me and has not been made public. As a result, he has always been the title of deputy dean. In fact, he is now the person with the most say in the entire Academy of Sciences, but research people always attach great importance to reputation."

"I see." Sherlock said, and walked into the laboratory with the other party.

After passing a five-meter-long corridor, there is some kind of dust removal device on the ceiling, and the fan whizzes. There is a strong smell of alcohol in the air, and it is estimated that it can be disinfected by the way.

And at the end of the corridor, there was a similar door, which Sherlock pushed open
The wind in the corridor rushed in through the crack of the door with the air from the room, slightly lifting the corners of his clothes. Looking at the huge space in front of him and the complex machines that were so huge that it almost filled the entire space, he couldn't help but take a slight breath, as if he had seen those huge steam engines surrounding the city for the first time decades ago.

Of course, those steam engines only have the simplest structure, which is to use huge pressure to press the steaming river water into the underground furnace. All the parts are just a big iron tank with a three-meter-thick piston on it.

And the one in front of her. Sherlock didn't even know whether it was a type of steam machine or not.

Incomparably complicated parts are piled up in the center of the laboratory like a mountain. Countless dense pipes are connected to each other, like intertwined blood vessels, attached to a group of steel polymers that make people dizzy. Sherlock's observation skills are much stronger than ordinary people, so this meeting, he seemed to be overwhelmed by the huge amount of details.

Catherine also looked at the soul visualization device in front of her with a similar expression. Although it was not the first time, she still felt a sense of awe.

But in her opinion, it was developed by her father with countless painstaking efforts, and it should be so shocking.

So she calmed down quickly, and then walked towards the huge machine, and motioned for Sherlock to follow her. When the two came close, Catherine picked up what looked like a helmet.

"This is." Sherlock took over and asked.

"I don't know what it should be called, but I know how to use it." Catherine said: "Just put on this helmet and stick those patches on a demon's body, that's it."

Sherlock looked at the long row of neat patches, big and small, and it can be seen that they are different models made to suit different demons.

"and then?"

"Then." Catherine organized the language: "It's not easy to describe, but I have tried it, and there are no side effects such as nausea and vomiting. You can try it yourself."

"Just now?" Sherlock fiddled with the helmet in his hand without raising his head.

Catherine looked at the very happy expression of the man in front of her, and found with some sadness that she might never be able to understand his thoughts. She thought back to when she first met him, she promised him money, rights, the opportunity to enter the Holy See, and many other things that ordinary people dream of, but he just reflected mediocrely.

But now, he was as happy as a child.

"Haha, then I won't be polite." Sherlock's tone was as if a table of delicious food was in front of him, and he waved his hand impatiently, and a void crack appeared.

Then, a tentacle probed out from the inside, and found that besides Sherlock, there was a strange woman, who seemed a little embarrassed.

"Come out quickly!" Sherlock said angrily.

The tentacle twisted and clicked a few times, but finally crawled out of the crack reluctantly.

The position of the crack this time is not too high, and the tentacle is about 20 centimeters long, so it won't fall to the ground with a snap, which would be embarrassing.

Catherine looked at the thing at her feet, her expression was puzzled at first, and then turned into bewilderment and surprise. Finally, she raised her head, looked at Sherlock in disbelief, and hesitated for a long time:
"This is your contract demon?"

"Uh yes." Sherlock replied.

In fact, he also wanted to summon a carrion dog, but this is not London, and the domain has not yet reached here, so he couldn't summon the demon parasitized by the tentacles, so he could only summon a part of the body.

"This" Catherine didn't know what to say for a moment, because in her opinion, this thing seemed to have no combat power at all, and it was even a bit nondescript and funny.

Can this kind of contract devil really do it?
She even doubted whether this thing could be applied to the soul observation device, or else, summon her own contract demon.

But as soon as she thought of this, Catherine suddenly felt her heart tighten, and a feeling of extreme panic instantly spread all over her body. In this laboratory where there was almost no sunlight, she broke out in a cold sweat.

She is blinded.
Because I shouldn't panic, there is nothing in this room that can make me panic.

So. Is it my own contract demon who is afraid, giving me feedback?

But why is it afraid?
Suddenly, Catherine seemed to think of something. She lowered her head and looked at the paraplegic tentacles on the ground, her eyes gradually revealed an incredulous expression.

Could it be that my contracted creature is afraid of this thing! ?
Sherlock didn't care how shocked Catherine's heart was at this moment. He had already buckled the helmet, and at the same time, his tentacles had crawled under the long row of stickers.

"Om——————"

The huge machine behind him began to roar, and the countless wheels and gauge dials began to spin crazily. One could feel that the inside of this machine must be more complicated and unbelievable.

Just like that for a while.
A small piece of paper about 10 centimeters wide was slowly spit out from the machine, and then it got longer and longer.

Sherlock stepped forward, picked up the note and looked at it carefully, and found that there were four sets of extremely simple lines on the paper.

At this moment, Catherine also calmed down the shock in her heart a little bit, walked over slowly and said:
"This is the soul line. The blue represents yours, and the red represents the demon you summoned. The two sets of lines are intertwined with each other, and what is presented is the contractor's."

Speaking of which, she had already walked to Sherlock's side.

But in the next second, he was stunned, and what he wanted to say was interrupted by himself. He just frowned and looked at the note in the other party's hand, hesitating for a long time:

"Why do your lines look like this?"

(End of this chapter)