big devil holmes

Chapter 187 The Temple of Thought
five hours
Sherlock needed some quiet, so he walked out of the cottage, leaned against a street lamp outside, and lit a cigarette quietly by himself.

I don't know when this flurry of snow will fall. Those snowflakes fell on his shoulders, and then seemed to fall into his heart miraculously, making his chest feel a little chilly. Fortunately, the spicy blues are enough to make this After the coolness dissipated, I felt a little more comfortable.

The empire is too big, and the division of power will naturally lead to the division of classes, and the group of people standing at the top seems to be able to cover the sky with one hand.

Moriarty once said that the ultimate power of the empire is always in the hands of the people at the bottom.

It's just because there are too many people at the bottom, and the will cannot be unified, which makes the terrifying authority seem so insignificant.

That's why we need the media and newspapers. It is said that the Imperial Mechanical Institute is using the band technology of the telephone to tinker with something called [Radio]. If it is really successfully developed, I don't know how much money will flow into whose pocket .

In short, if headlines like "Dean Darwin died unfortunately due to experimental failure" really appeared on a large number of newspaper headlines, it means that the blind public opinion of the people at the bottom will make this matter happen within a few hours. , to a direction that cannot be dragged back.

What the majority of people believe is the truth.
Fortunately, this situation is not impossible to deal with.

In fact, it can be seen that those media are not completely controlled, otherwise they would not be able to listen to the press conference about the death. They just printed the death of the old dean on the headlines.

Therefore, if the murderer can be identified in front of everyone when the newspaper reporters gather, then the direction of these newspaper reports the next day will inevitably usher in a 180-degree reversal.

But how to identify the murderer?

He didn't even find out how to kill him, so talking about it casually would only look ridiculous.

Sherlock is undoubtedly a professional in the field of detectives.

So far, he has sorted out and connected all the clues, except that the method of killing is missing.

Why did Dean Darwin suddenly die under [The Hound of Baskervilles].

If his experiment was successful, why did the [Crimson] great demon he controlled suddenly fail to defeat the opponent? Didn't it already completely defeat [Hound] in the previous experiment?
Is it really because the hound was manipulated?
But Baskerville was still fighting at the front, unable to control his contract demons at all.

Or are you saying that someone is misleading yourself?
Thinking about it this way, the method of tearing Dean Darwin in half was indeed too obvious, for fear that others would not see it.

But that doesn't prove anything. Reverse thinking doesn't make a difference.

Sherlock's brain is spinning rapidly, and time is passing by rapidly in this kind of thinking. on Sherlock's face.

He gradually came to his senses, looking at the glowing outline on the edge of the building, he knew that there should only be three hours left.

"Sir, where are you going?"

In front of him, an early-rising coachman saw Sherlock on the side of the road and asked friendlyly.

Sherlock's brain hasn't stopped thinking, so he got into the carriage, because it can give rhythm to thinking, as for the destination, he said the address of Dean Darwin's old house without thinking, because it was his One of the most commonly said places.

There was no congestion on the road in the early morning, but it took a full hour to go from Irene's villa to the dean's old house. After getting off the car, Sherlock saw the servants in the yard cleaning the yard, some scissors The sound of mowing the lawn reached his ears.

Catherine seemed to have just woken up. She stood in front of the door and saw Sherlock coming back, with a worried expression on her face:
"Where did you go last night?"

Sherlock didn't answer, but looked at the other party calmly. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something!
"Has Butler Maud returned?"

The voice just fell
"Sir, are you looking for me?"

He raised his head, just in time to see Butler Maude also came to the door of the villa, wearing white gloves and a small apron, it seemed that he had just gone to supervise the cooking of breakfast.

"Where is Dean Darwin's own contracted creature?" He suddenly asked such an irrelevant question: "Is it dead?"

Butler Maud was taken aback, completely unaware why the other party asked this question, but the lady had ordered that she should fully cooperate with the detective, so she replied:

"No, since more than two years ago, due to the experiment, the master has become more and more alienated from his own contracted creatures. Soon, there is no longer any compatibility between them, so when the master died, his original demon It has not been backlashed, and it is still in the laboratory."

Sherlock knew this before, but when he heard Butler Maud say it himself, he had a different feeling, so he asked again:

"Where is that laboratory?"

"Northern edge of 16th Street."

Hearing this, the muscles on Sherlock's body suddenly tightened. At this moment, the landmark map of the entire Life Science Academy appeared in front of his eyes, and he could clearly see that No. 16 Street was right next to the large experimental base.

And that test base is where the old dean died when he showed the results of the test.

Sherlock took a deep breath, didn't know what he was doing, let alone what was going on in his mind, just stared at a certain place in front of him out of nowhere, as if he saw some amazing picture suddenly, even The body staggered suddenly, and took a step back.

"Duncan," he murmured.

"What?" Catherine frowned, she didn't understand.

"Duncan!! Yes, Duncan also participated in that experiment!" Sherlock took a few quick breaths, as if temporarily supplying oxygen to his brain.

"Duncan, Duncan, Duncan, Duncan!!!"

He frowned and began to pace. He knew that he was only one step away from the truth, but he couldn't find a small piece of the puzzle.

That dude named Duncan!
Sherlock likes to explore, he likes to solve puzzles, he likes to dig out the truth and all the unknown things, so this feeling of being stopped in front of the truth makes Sherlock feel very unhappy, there is still an hour left, those newspapers More journalists would flood into the Academy of Sciences, but the truth they needed was just a little bit short.

However, Duncan was hidden away, and it was tightly hidden a few years ago. Sherlock can connect all the causes and effects in series, and his reasoning ability can make everything in sight invisible. The extraordinary ability to see and know everything!But he couldn't travel through time, travel to two years ago to take a look at the person who had disappeared.

In the entire yard, everyone was watching this guy who kept chattering.

Seeing him walking around on the lawn, stepping on the freshly arranged flowers and plants without any public morality, his hat was taken off and then put on again, like a sick neurotic.

"Duncan, where are you?"

"Let me see you!.Look at you!"

"Even a glance is enough!"

He whispered over and over again
On the tallest peaks of the Empire, the snow never melts.

The Temple of the Holy Light is built on the top of this mountain, the place where the entire empire is closest to the sun. It seems that this way, the Holy Light can always shine on the world like the sun, overlooking the entire empire territory.

But no one knows what the Holy Light really is.

And no one knows where the Holy Light is.
The Holy Light will only send revelations to the world at what it thinks is the right time, and the place where the revelations are sent is actually just a small room like a confessional in the northwest corner of the temple.

In normal times, if the door of this confessional room opens by itself, it means that the holy light is about to come. A servant of God will enter the confessional room with the most pious awe, and then the whole person will be bathed in the holy light .

But at this moment.
In that small, but the most sacred and noble confession room in the entire empire, a ray of light rose out of thin air without warning! ! !

However, because the door was closed, no one saw the light.
At the same time, somewhere in the distant empire territory.

A human being was pacing back and forth in the garden in front of a villa.

He was thinking, the huge information that has nothing to do with it in the eyes of ordinary people has gone back and forth countless times in the past few minutes.

Unfortunately, that crucial piece of the puzzle is missing, so this person can only watch helplessly as the truth of everything is close at hand, but it seems that he will never be able to touch it.

Catherine saw the torment in Sherlock's heart, and she walked over with some worry:
"are you OK."

Sherlock turned his head and looked at the worried and concerned face of the other party.

Suddenly, he felt a light begin to bloom in front of him!
This light was so dazzling, as if it was unstoppable, as if it was going to cover everything. Then, a voice sounded in his ear.

"Hi, may I help you?"

This voice is extremely clear, it sounds like a female voice around 20 years old, it seems that it is not coming through the ears, but directly resounding in my mind, at the same time, the light in front of me is not really in front of my eyes, Because Sherlock found that blinking and other actions could not affect it at all, just like the sound and the light surrounded his own thinking or soul.

"Who are you?" Sherlock asked.

"I have too many names, so it's hard to introduce myself." The voice was soft and slow, very comfortable: "But you seem to like to call me——the palace of thinking."

(End of this chapter)