big devil holmes

Chapter 173 We fry things professionally!

"Mr. Sherlock!"

The old butler behind him finally couldn't hold back anymore: "The old man's words may be a bit disrespectful, but if you have given up on this case, please tell us. It is very cruel to inject hope into despair!"

His voice was a little trembling, probably in so many years, he had never spoken so loudly to anyone.

Catherine's chest rose and fell, she tried to suppress her increasingly heavy breathing, and at the same time cast an almost begging look at Sherlock.

Until now, she still believed in the man in front of her, but at the same time, she was really desperate. These two mentalities collided crazily in her mind, tormenting her terribly.

But Sherlock could only return the most sincere smile with absolute confidence, because he couldn't explain what he would do, could it be that he wanted to sleep so that he could communicate with a sun.

then
He went into his room.

There was a soft "click", which was the sound of the door being locked, but Catherine shivered subconsciously when it fell into Catherine's ears.

The old butler behind him seemed to be really angry. He took a few steps forward with anger, as if he wanted to go upstairs to argue with that bastard detective!
But
"Don't go," Catherine said.

"Why?" There was still a hint of lament in the eyes of the old butler, and he looked at his young lady with great worry.

"He just said, don't bother him."

"Miss! Why do you still trust this person?!"

"I don't know, but don't bother him!"

As Catherine said, she couldn't give the housekeeper any explanation, let alone refute him. Her tone was trembling, and she was exerting all her strength. She was clearly just standing, but she seemed to be holding on to something tenaciously.

She could only walk back to the dining table slowly, looking at the things in front of her that were still emitting a warm breath.

There was anxiety, loneliness, and sadness in her eyes, but amidst the extremely complicated emotions, there was still a trace of stubbornness supporting her. Even if she sat like this for a whole night, she would wait until the door was opened again.

Sherlock closed the door and sat down on the couch.

Without much effort, he fell into a dream.

Since moving the chair here, he has been able to wake up in this room, stood up, and pushed open the door of the room that was broken like a fire under the scorching heat of the surroundings.

What is in front of me is a villa scene with a strong hell style, mottled walls, decaying stairs, those hanging paintings that will shatter when touched, and it is impossible to see what is painted on them, everything is like being in the wind and sand It has been destroyed for countless thousands of years.

Sherlock is very familiar with this feeling, and standing in his own domain, he feels quite comfortable.

Today he went to the warehouse where the [Soul Visibility Device] is stored. In addition to confirming its location for positioning, there is another important reason, that is, he has to see if the realm in hell has disappeared. Extended over there.

After seeing those colorful traces, Sherlock felt relieved.

Oh, the reason why he wants to watch it in the real world instead of the plane of hell is because his ashes carriage is not here, and it is still on the way from London to this side.

He can't run to the warehouse with dry legs, right?

Next, Sherlock walked out of the villa and came to the barren yard outside. Some tentacles spread over and entangled gently at his feet. Sherlock ignored them, knowing that these little guys were fine. I just want to make do with myself.

Then, he raised his head and began to look at the sun in the sky.

Surrounded by those giant tentacles like celestial bodies, the distorted sun tightly closed its eyes and did not open it to look at Sherlock, but it didn't matter. As soon as he thought about it, a tentacles fell from the sky.

Then he stretched out his hand, and instead of touching it lightly, the tentacle slowly curled over.

In the next second, the palpitating feeling of reverse weightlessness suddenly struck. No matter how many times this feeling came again, Sherlock would not be able to get used to it. In short, when he regained his senses, he was already floating in the empty universe .

Looking at the corrupt planet in front of me again, it is still so shocking, it seems that it is begging bitterly, maybe it wants to pray for salvation, or simply die completely to relieve the current pain.

But Sherlock didn't understand it yet, and even if he understood it, it would be impossible to do it.

So, he turned his attention to the Academy of Life Sciences, a confetti-sized spot on the planet. Sherlock quickly found the location of the warehouse through his perception of the field and the path he walked in the morning.

Immediately after
A huge tentacle beyond the scope of vision stretched towards the corrupt planet in front of him.

This scene is very familiar to Sherlock. After he experienced it for the first time, he would never forget it. He even thought about it when he had nothing to do. At this time, everything was similar to the last time, but it still gave him an indescribable shock.

And soon, with the retraction of the tentacles as huge as that celestial body, the [soul detection device] was dragged over, and followed Sherlock floating soundlessly in the universe, which seemed inexplicably absurd.
Sherlock looked at the sophisticated instrument and nodded in satisfaction.

Just like what he emphasized before, it's just to protect this machine, which is actually not difficult at all.

The hard part is convincing others of that.

Half an hour later, the real world.

A steam locomotive stopped in front of the gate of No. 77 warehouse, and then a team of blasting team members hurriedly got out of the car and quickly entered the building in front of them.

On the fourth floor, the captain in charge of security measures had been waiting for a long time. Seeing that the person in charge of blasting had finally arrived, he hurried up to greet each other, saluted each other, and then pointed to a door at the end of the corridor:

"The things are inside. The task that needs to be handed over is very simple. It is to completely destroy the target device. Please be sure to destroy it thoroughly without leaving any complete parts."

In fact, looking for a professional blasting team is not just a matter of following the procedures, but also that, to destroy such a sophisticated instrument, it is just a matter of simply shooting with a pistol or hanging a few grenades. I am a little worried. After all, this is the Life Science Park. Who knows what kind of mess this group of researchers can make after picking up a small broken part.

The person in charge of the blasting team seemed to understand this and nodded.

Their team doesn't know anything, the only thing they specialize in is frying things.

Whether it's frying bridges, mountains, or fish, it's all handy.

So he smiled and said: "Don't worry, the melta bomb was only developed by the Imperial Academy of Sciences last year. After 10 minutes, the contents inside will turn into a pile of molten metal. It is definitely more effective than bullets or grenades. There will be no damage to the building itself, the most is to re-lay the floor, we are professional."

He spoke with great confidence, and walked side by side with the captain to the warehouse gate.

Beside the gate, the deputy dean of the School of Life Sciences was also there. For some reason, he had to see the mechanization turned into scrap iron with his own eyes, otherwise he would not be able to sleep soundly.

So just like that, three people stood in front of the door, accompanied by a huge rumbling sound.

Warehouse doors open to both sides
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