big devil holmes

Chapter 165 Hello, Mr. Baskerville

As time progressed little by little, there were more and more people in the surrounding bars, but Miss Irene's bar has been tepid. After all, the prices here are really not friendly enough.

After a few more minutes, Sherlock finally wiped out the last bit of food on the plate.

In fact, in his opinion, the food here is indeed delicious, and the ingredients are very particular, but he cares too much about the taste, and the most important thing about food is to fill his stomach, so from a certain point of view, the amazingly priced steak here is It's not as good as Mrs. Hudson's beef soup, and as a pub, it doesn't have the cheapest dark ale, so it always feels like something is missing.

After a short rest, Sherlock left the bar with Catherine. The cold wind at night and the noise around him wrapped him up again. He felt somewhat regretful that he might never be able to adapt to that kind of aristocratic life.

And at this moment.
A steam locomotive came slowly from the corner of the street and stopped not far from the bar.

Several people whose waists were too straight got out of the car.

They seemed to be casually standing on both sides of the car door, but they faintly showed a posture of surrounding and protecting. Then, a middle-aged man with a very clean face got out of the car.

He is tall and thin, wearing a pair of elegant thin-rimmed glasses, wearing the most common winter clothes, his facial features are gentle and supple, and his eyes are calm, like a poet or painter who is easy to get along with, standing quietly In the night wind, he let his hair be messed up.

Sherlock was only a few steps away from the car, so he looked sideways over there, following the trend, his eyes also looked over the shoulders of several people, and saw the person who had just stepped out of the car.

And at this moment, that person turned his head as if by coincidence, and looked at Sherlock silently.

No one knows what this momentary look at each other means, but the owners of the two gazes seem to subconsciously narrow their eyes slightly, like a spark shining between the two, a little dazzling, and people are not too shy. Comfortable.

Of course, no one saw the spark at that moment. There was only the wind, a leaf and a few grains of dust in the wind between the two of them.

The next second, the middle-aged man turned around without warning, smiled gently, and walked towards Sherlock.

The few people standing aside hurriedly stepped aside, not knowing whether it was because they were too respectful and afraid of blocking this person's way, or because they were too fearful and afraid of touching him.

And as the man walked over, Catherine also noticed him, slowly looked sideways, looked at him for a while, and then suddenly thought of something, her whole body tensed suddenly, and the arm blocked by Sherlock's body slammed Stretched forward, grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"Hello, Miss Catherine."

The man had been staring at Sherlock all the way along the way, but when he got closer, he suddenly looked at Catherine, and bowed very politely, with his legs together and his body slightly closed, just like socializing. The picture in the etiquette textbook is the same, and there is no fault in the standard.

But Catherine was clenched even tighter by the hand behind Sherlock, but fortunately, she could still maintain her due composure:

"You are Mr. Baskerville?"

"Exactly! I didn't expect Miss Catherine to know me." Baskerville straightened up and said, "I have already heard about your father, and I am deeply sorry for that. He is a scholar who can be called a treasure in human history." , the Holy Light will protect his soul."

There was some sadness on his gentle face:

"As for the reason why I came this time, it was written in the recruiting document signed at that time that after the experiment was over, I could come and get back my contract demon. In fact, I should have come a few months ago, but because The military affairs are delayed, I just got on the transport airship to and from here a week ago, and because of my special status in the front line, I am really sorry that I didn’t greet you in advance.”

Speaking of this, Catherine's heart became more and more heavy.

Indeed, it was written in the recruitment document that the other party could take back his contracted creature after the experiment was over, and the death of his father naturally heralded the end of the experiment.

But now the case seems to have just begun. Baskerville suddenly appeared at this time and wanted to pick up the demon. This will definitely affect the detection of the case.

and!

Sherlock seemed to feel that the frontline commander in front of him was the murderer who killed his father.

Although the idea is so absurd, since he said so, there must be some connection.

So subconsciously, Catherine looked at Sherlock who was on the side.

At the same time, Baskerville also looked over, and then said with a smile: "The person who can have dinner with Miss Catherine must be extraordinary, so can you introduce this gentleman?"

Before Catherine could speak.
"Sherlock Holmes, private detective, nice to meet you."

Sherlock took the initiative to answer, and at the same time stretched out his hand in a friendly manner, and Baskerville also extended his hand in a friendly way to shake it, but the palms of the two separated as soon as they touched, and there was an inexplicable sense of tension in the air.

"Detective?" Baskerville was slightly puzzled, "Isn't he investigating the death of the old Dean Darwin?"

"Exactly."

"Although I have not been in the empire, according to me, the death of the old dean was just an accident."

"I don't think so. In fact, in my senses, this matter can already be regarded as murder." Sherlock said lightly, as if he didn't know what kind of character the other party was: "Although now There is no evidence yet, but not all cases need evidence to start an investigation, so just follow the evidence to arrest criminals, what else do detectives do?"

"It makes sense, so, do you have any clues now?"

"Yes!" Sherlock smiled, "In my inference, the most likely murderer is you, Mr. Baskerville."

This moment of silence made Catherine's heart beat violently, and Baskerville in front of him couldn't help being a little stunned. He really didn't expect that this private detective, whom he had never heard of before, would actually face him in front of him. face to say such words.

And the few people standing beside the car behind him were almost taken aback for a moment, and then leaned over here.

However, their positions are very strange. It seems that it is not because Sherlock has slandered his chief just now and wants to surround him and beat him up.

Instead, he stood beside Baskerville, as if he wanted to guard against his chief suddenly doing something irreversible.

"Hahaha"

Finally, after a silence of two or three seconds, it was Commander Baskerville who spoke first.

He looked at Sherlock admiringly: "I really didn't expect that I would be listed as the most likely suspect.

But I know that I am not the murderer who killed the old dean, and from what you mean, you only have doubts about me, and there is no way to really accuse me.

So. why are you telling me this now? "

Sherlock smiled wryly: "Actually, I don't want to do this either, but you said just now that you want to take your contracted creature away. This is not acceptable, so I have to find a way to keep it."

"But isn't your approach a little too radical?" Baskerville's tone seemed to be worried for the other party.

"There's no way you came all the way here, it's definitely impossible to return empty-handed, and as a detective, I definitely can't let you go with that demon, it's something that can't be adjusted, and, I'm really I suspect that you are the murderer, so I am still trying to find a way to try to keep you too."

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What he said was light and calm, but in the ears of the people around him, it was almost like a pair of big hands strangling the throat, making it difficult for people to even breathe.

Baskerville smiled, this time his smile was sincere: "I have military affairs, how could I be delayed because of a case?"

"That's why I figured out a way," Sherlock said, lighting a cigarette.

The pungent smell of smoke penetrated into Baskerville's nose, and he felt the acrimony enough to make the trachea convulse, the light in his eyes suddenly lit up, and a bloody smell wafted from under the lens.

He smelled the brand of the smoke. Blues.

Lord Dante smoked this kind of cigarette when he was in the army, and he didn't quit until he was old.After he learned this, he also tried many times, but he still couldn't adapt to the sore eyes of this choking person, and finally had to give up.

But how could this guy in front of him smoke so naturally and freely?

Inexplicably, the pressure in the air began to rise, and the wind that was still noisy just now stopped at some point. Those withered and yellow leaves fell on the long street. Some passers-by were far away, unable to see clearly what happened here. But they all stopped subconsciously, and no longer dared to take a step forward, while the people in the restaurant beside them noticed the extremely oppressive atmosphere here, and couldn't help but look over through the window.

"A detective, of course, should focus on the case, but it's not okay to frame a crusader officer casually." Baskerville said suddenly with a deep heart: "Besides, the reason I left the front line this time is to To take back my contract demon, this is also a kind of military mobilization, and it is impossible for you, a detective, to stop it; what's more, you not only prevent me from taking the contract demon, but even want me to I also stay, do you know my status on the front line? Although there will not be any major actions in the near future, but I stay away from the battlefield.

These things are not allowed! If you say these things on the front line, I may kill you directly.

But after all, this is in the hinterland of the empire.”

He paused suddenly:
"But if you said something like that just now, and then you had a conflict with a crusader officer, it doesn't seem too difficult to explain why you were killed by mistake."

Speaking of this, the expressions on the faces of the Crusader soldiers around them finally reached a peak of tension, and several of them stepped forward quickly, trying to stop them.

Just as Sherlock thought, the reason why these people followed the middle-aged commander was not to protect him.

But to limit him!
It's okay on the front line, at least there is an army, weapons, discipline, and General Patton.

But now it is in the hinterland of the empire!With that chilling behavior and the bloodthirsty disposition hidden under that gentle appearance, whoever dares to let him wander around the city by himself will naturally be surrounded by the most powerful soldiers.

However, the movements of these crusader soldiers were still slow.

Or maybe the middle-aged commander was too fast! ! !

At this moment, he had arrived in front of Sherlock without any warning, and swung his not-so-strong arm towards Sherlock's neck lightly, like a red-hot knife, wanting to Go cut a piece of soft tofu!
So fast that it almost surpassed everyone's reaction limit.

The only thing that reacted seemed to be the cigarette spinning in mid-air, but it was also torn apart by the wind pressure as it approached Baskerville, turning into wisps of shredded tobacco and debris. .

next second.
boom!sound.

Because of the instant contact between the two people, the air was compressed to the extreme in a very short period of time, and then exploded violently, making a deafening bang!

(End of this chapter)