big devil holmes

Chapter 172 Humans Can't Understand What They Can't Imagine

Sherlock looked at the person walking towards him, and found that his hand had been carefully placed by his side. He could imagine that there was a weapon on the back of his waist, and he could take it out as quickly as possible, but he didn't know what it was. Ordinary pistols, or more respectful front-line military weapons.

Of course, most of these people's weapons are just a threatening symbol. It is impossible for anyone to shoot and kill people in the Academy of Life Sciences, but at the same time, it is absolutely impossible for anyone to approach the warehouse in front of them.

A large part of the reason for doing so much is to destroy this machine at the smallest cost. No one wants to make any low-level mistakes at this time.

Sherlock smiled friendly:
"Don't be nervous, I just want to know if you are really testing this machine. After all, you are all shameless to this extent. I am really afraid that you don't know what this thing has. How much value, just blow it up in a daze."

"Who are you?" The guard asked coldly after hearing the word 'shameless' with a very ugly expression on his face.

"Oh, I am a detective investigating the death of the old dean of Darwin, and this instrument is a very important evidence for me."

While Sherlock was talking, suddenly, the door of the warehouse was opened, and two people came out from inside.

One of them is a middle-aged man with an obvious military posture. Although he is not wearing a weapon, he wears a sword-shaped badge on his chest.

Unlike the previous two supervisors who were thrown into the crowd and beaten into pigs' heads, this person looked like he was from the most standard military background, even the one who had undergone the most severe life-and-death training on the front line.

The other person, who didn't need much description, turned out to be the Vice President Hulk whom he met a few days ago.

The two came out side by side, and both saw Sherlock who was stopped by the guards.

The aged deputy dean frowned, but he only glanced lightly, then turned his eyes away. In that moment of staring at each other, Sherlock clearly saw the contempt in the other's eyes. He and the middle-aged man beside him The men shook hands and left.

After watching Vice President Hulk leave, the middle-aged officer walked over and asked briefly, "What's going on?"

The guard immediately stood up straight: "Reporting captain, this person said that he was a detective investigating the death of Dean Darwin, and he came here to know about our testing of this machine!"

"Oh?" The captain of the guard looked Sherlock up and down with interest, and then smiled: "The test went smoothly, we have already confirmed that this machine poses a great threat to the security of the empire, and it is scheduled tonight destroy it."

Sherlock nodded: "I see. It seems that the scientific consultant does not exist at all. Even if there is, it is probably staying in the hotel. You have no intention of letting others touch this machine."

The captain of the guard was startled, as if he didn't expect the other party to say such a thing, but then he smiled heartily:
"Actually, we asked the old guy to come over yesterday, but after he saw the machine inside, he suddenly regretted it.

It was a good idea to ask him to give a report proving that this machine is dangerous, but he refused to do it, and even scolded us as sinners through the ages. Oh, sure enough, people who engage in science are a bunch of old and stubborn . "

After finishing speaking, his smile suddenly faded, then he stared at the detective in front of him, and said with some gloom: "You are a detective, you should have some brains, don't meddle in this matter, no one can keep this machine, and the explosives are on the way. , as soon as it arrives tonight, that machine will become a pile of scrap iron.

In fact, as long as a person with a brain can know, that thing must be of great value, but we are only responsible for obeying orders. "

"I understand your responsibilities. The bounden duty of a soldier is to obey." Sherlock continued unhurriedly: "But I am also a detective, and that machine is very useful to me. He exploded."

The captain of the guard heard this sentence clearly, but he didn't continue because he didn't understand. He frowned and thought for a while: "You mean you can't just watch that machine get blown up?" ?”

"Yeah, didn't you say that, it's an important evidence." Sherlock said, and didn't want to explain too much. Now that it is confirmed that the [Soul Visual Device] is here, and there are no scientific consultants to tinker with it, That's it.

So, he turned around like this, and left the warehouse, leaving only the brother guard captain looking at his back suspiciously, and even wondered if there was something wrong with this person.

He has very strong confidence in these people under him. It is impossible to rob, and there is no possibility of stealing such a big machine. The warehouse is filled with the highest concentration of demon tranquilizers. The idea of ​​things is also put to an end.

So besides watching,

What else can I do?
At night, the long street of the Academy of Sciences looked about the same as usual. The news of the team of scientific researchers entering yesterday was not blocked. Although most people felt very uncomfortable, it did not seem that the two had been sent to the hospital. Like the overseers of the census, it caused widespread outrage.

And the root of all this is that until now, most people still feel that the death of the old dean has nothing to do with the murder, and everything is just the paranoid thoughts of the old dean's daughter.

Scientific researchers are rational. They can even calculate the lever arc between the waist and thighs and the different impact forces brought by different angles in certain sports, so that they can use the least effort and persist for the longest time.

So it was really hard for people to believe that there was a so-called murderer in that death in full view.

Of course, if there is someone who can prove that the old dean was really killed, then the entire School of Life Sciences will definitely launch the most vicious and angry counterattack against the murderer and the forces that the murderer belongs to.

Never underestimate the anger of scholars, if this group of people is really angered, then they will definitely show incredible strength.

In fact, under the current situation, many people are secretly expecting that it would be great if the old dean really died of a murder; Outsiders feel upset and offended, they are not out of temper, scholars are the most tempered, they just need a reason to release.

The carriage drove across the long street, and under the shadow of gas lamps and constant changes of light and dark, it arrived in front of Dean Darwin's villa.

Sherlock got out of the car, opened the door and entered.

The smell of dinner exudes in the house. Since moving in, every meal eaten here has been extremely delicate and delicious. In Sherlock's view, this is one of the few bright spots in the lives of rich people.

At this time, Catherine was already sitting at the table, and the old butler was standing behind her.

Sherlock walked over and sat on the seat. He had walked a long way today, and he was a little hungry, and he and Catherine would not be polite, so they picked up the knife and spread butter on a piece of bread.

"Why don't you eat it?" Sherlock asked, and then stuffed the piece of bread into his mouth, until the sweet taste went down his throat and into his stomach, he finally felt a little better.

The old butler looked gloomy and did not speak.

Catherine's expression was also a little dignified: "Did you know that tonight, those people are going to destroy the soul visualization device."

Sherlock took another piece of lamb chops, put it on the plate in front of him and cut it finely: "Oh, got it."

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There was an untimely silence, only the sound of chewing in Sherlock's mouth.

"But...if that instrument is destroyed, how can you prove that your father's experiment was successful? If you can't prove that your father's experiment was successful, how can you prove that he was murdered?"

Catherine's expression was full of worry, and her heart was extremely anxious. She could only trust Sherlock now, but the man who gave her the promise was still eating, and he enjoyed it so much.

"Don't worry, I said, leave it to me."

Finally, the old housekeeper who had been standing aside let out a deep breath, then lowered his head slightly and said:

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I know you are the best detective, but 20 minutes ago, I received a call from [Life Science Institute Train Station], a team of blasting teams has already got off the train, and went straight to warehouse No. 77 .

Calculated according to the distance, they should reach their destination in more than an hour. By then, the old professor's hard work of more than 30 years will be wiped out. "

Sherlock nodded, indicating that he heard it.

"But. You are still eating here. Even if you start now, it will take at least an hour to get there."

The old butler said, his tone was still very light, and his slightly lowered posture was still the standard appearance of a butler, but it could be heard that he was questioning!Even in the deepest part of that emotion, there is a wave of anger!

He was angry at the detective in front of him who had been bewitching his young lady, making her believe that her father was murdered, but just sitting here, the evidence was about to be destroyed, but he remained indifferent.

Like a botched and irresponsible liar.

Sherlock stuffed the last lamb chop into his mouth. He was really hungry today, so he ate first as soon as he came in. It wasn't until he saw the attitude of the butler that he finally realized what he was showing. It's too easy.

This ease can put a lot of pressure on others.

In fact, according to his understanding of himself, he always felt that as long as he said something like "give it to me", then the other party should be completely at ease. Moriarty is like this, Watson is like this, they Knowing that no matter what kind of thing it is, if you say you can, then it must be possible.

And Catherine in front of her. She also believed in herself, but her rationality made her believe in herself, accompanied by great anxiety and uneasiness; as for the old housekeeper, he had already regarded all this as a kind of evil. Okay, but due to the duties of the housekeeper and Miss Catherine is still by the side, I can only forcefully suppress the anger in my heart.

This is not malicious looking down on people, but that human beings cannot understand things beyond their imagination, except for lunatics.

So Sherlock didn't blame the old housekeeper, and even looked at Catherine apologetically, and then stood up: "Sorry, maybe my attitude made you too nervous, but don't worry, I'll get it done now."

With that said, he turned around and walked upstairs.

"Do you need any equipment?" Catherine revealed a very happy expression when she saw Sherlock finally acted.

Although until this moment she had no idea what the detective was going to do, and although there might not be enough time between here and the warehouse where the instruments were stored, she still had blind faith in Sherlock.

"Oh, no need."

"Ah?" Catherine was taken aback, "Then you went upstairs?"

"You probably don't quite understand, but please believe me... I need to sleep." Sherlock said, and then walked upstairs.

(End of this chapter)