big devil holmes

Chapter 19 Killed some

be quiet
The scene just now was actually extremely short, from the time Deacon Badr burst into the smoke and dust, until the gunfire broke out in the rainy night and suppressed him in place, it only took half a minute to go back and forth.

Not even as long as it took the hand saw to cut through the skull after that.

That's why the sound of the sharp blade rubbing against the bones is particularly ear-piercing, and the sound of fingers smashing the brain also makes people feel chills down the spine.

Catherine on the bell tower was far away, she didn't hear the ear-piercing sticky stirring sound, but it was also because of her distance and high position that he could clearly see what happened on the ground before;
At the same time, it also made her the most shocking one among the crowd.

At that time, in the line of sight, in the long street in the distance, the strange figure, the behavior like a prophet, an ordinary firearm that has not been modified, and a few bullets of the worst quality suppressed a deacon of the adjudication department Living?
Although at its weakest.
But at the same time, it is also at its strongest!
And why didn't that uneducated guy show the slightest bit of fear during the whole process!On the contrary, everything is so indifferent, silent, sparse and ordinary, smooth and flowing, done in one go!
Is it ignorance?

Or is his state of mind already tough and strong enough to ignore the counterattack of a Tier [-] contractor who is dying.

Catherine didn't know, she just stared blankly at the thin body that was welcoming the curtain call under the spotlight, and uncontrollably emerged the smiling but extremely hateful face that she met outside the elevator for the first time before. Face.

Suddenly, her body froze suddenly, and then she belatedly remembered that the other party was just a mortal, a commoner in the lower city, and a private detective.

At this time, Sherlock still doesn't know how much shock he has brought to the noble trial nun on the bell tower.

He just looked at the piecemeal corpse on the ground that was absolutely impossible to stand up in any way, and then stretched his body in satisfaction.

Turning around, he looked at the old priest behind him again:
"Are you okay?" he asked
In fact, he has a good impression of this old man who doesn't talk much, because when the other party is not dozing off, he always seems to respond to him with a very friendly smile, which even contains a trace of encouragement and appreciation. This kind of smile is rare when the superiors face the civilians.

And in the rain, the old priest seemed to have recovered a little bit. He tried his best to suppress the shock in his heart, then smiled weakly and nodded, indicating that he was fine.
After that, his dry and thin lips squirmed slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But Sherlock didn't hear it, because in the next second, he was surrounded by a group of Skitarii soldiers rushing nearby.

At this moment, the safety of the high priest is naturally more important than anything else.

The rain remained, and a few minutes later, everyone finally recovered from the scene just now; some medical staff waiting outside the battlefield finally dared to walk under the searchlights.

They began to quickly search for the wounded who might survive, and began to treat and treat the wounds of the soldiers who were almost steamed by armor in a very brutal and extremely fast and effective way; the Zeppelin airship A few ropes hung from above, and dozens of people who were not equipped with steam armor, but all wore uniforms of the Holy See Guards slipped down, and began to silently and quickly organize the battlefield, recovering corpses and equipment.

The cleaning work after the battle started in an orderly manner; the corpse of Deacon Badr was swept into a pile from the pool of blood, and together with his void creature was loaded into a huge iron box, along the rope After hooking up the airship, the wails around the medical soldiers gradually became the main theme. Catherine's vines and the huge spider had quietly retreated to the void cracks, and everything gradually returned to control.

And in this process, almost all the survivors will unconsciously look in the direction of Sherlock.

The meanings contained in these eyes are very complicated, including gratitude, shock, puzzlement, and even a little faint fear, so that they only dare to look sideways from a distance, and when they meet the eyes of this Mr. look elsewhere.

After more than ten minutes, the old priest was finally helped into a wheelchair after several medical soldiers repeatedly confirmed that he was in good health; Pushing over the blood on the ground, he came to Sherlock's side.

He smiled, not concealing the sense of sadness and gratitude of an elderly person in his smile.

"When I was in Scotland Yard before, I asked about some things about you. At that time, I just thought that you were an outstanding young man, even beyond my imagination, but I didn't expect that you were beyond imagination. so much."

Sherlock has been standing in the rain, his hair is completely soaked, hanging on his cheeks, he did not know where to pick up a rope, and tied the messy hair behind his head casually.Facing the aged high priest, he skillfully put on a hypocritical smile, just like those workers in the lower city who met their boss.

"Where, I just helped a little."

"You don't need to pose like this!" Suddenly, a voice came from beside him.

Sherlock looked sideways and saw Catherine walking over weakly. There were some dark lines under his skin. It should be that the blood vessels in his body were undergoing some kind of convulsion after backlash, and there was also blood left in his mouth. However, she didn't care about it at all, and she didn't even want to ask the entourage to hold an umbrella for her to protect her from the rain:

"You have done a good job, and the Holy See will give you the reward you deserve, so your modesty will only be annoying."

Shrugging his shoulders, Sherlock felt that the trial nun really didn't like him very much.

"How did you do it?" Catherine asked again.

"How did you do it?"

"Don't play dumb there! You just killed a deacon of the Judgment Division!" Her tone became a little more serious.

"Oh, that's right. I have a gun." Sherlock made a biu gesture with his hand: "It just so happened that Lord Baldr was very weak at that time, and he could be killed with a gun."

What he said was completely between explaining and farting. Catherine was very upset when she heard it. She was about to question her aloud, but suddenly, inexplicably, she felt a kind of strong and natural feeling between the lines.

That's right, the whole process was like this. What she witnessed was a gun. It killed a person who could be killed with a gun.

This weird but true sense of narrative made her hesitate for a moment.
"Have you killed many people?"

"I did kill some." Sherlock fiddled with the puddle of water with his shoes, seemingly absent-mindedly replied, but immediately raised his head and added, "It's all within the scope permitted by the law."

Hearing this, Catherine narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
(End of this chapter)