big devil holmes

Chapter 195 Mess With You?
"what!"

"Ahhhhhhhh—"

Vice President Hulk didn't realize why he was choked up at the first moment, but he just felt a convulsion in his throat, which almost blocked the entire airway.

Then, belatedly, he discovered that there was an extra arm in the opponent's hand, and that arm was his own.

It was only at this time that his severed arm finally burst into a sharp pain that rushed straight to his forehead, and the blood that flowed out was finally reflected, and with the huge pressure, he began to bark and go An astonishingly large amount of blood is spurted out!

"Ahhhh-"

He started to scream, and the remaining hand was tightly pinching the half of the forearm that was written, as if holding a water pipe that was spraying water.

It has to be said that Vice President Hulk's spiritual power is really strong. At this time, he can still think rationally first, and don't let himself die due to excessive bleeding.

As the vice president of the School of Life Sciences, he has extremely professional medical knowledge, so he tore his white lab coat when he was so painful that he almost fainted, and then used his teeth and the remaining hand to firmly grasp half of his arm. Write it down, this stopped the blood from continuing to spew!

Everyone in the audience is stupid.

In fact, they were still trying to keep up with Sherlock's speaking speed in the last second, because the jumps in his words were too big, making it very difficult for them to record, but in the next second, they saw the newcomer The witness walked up to the vice president and saw blood.

There was no warning at all, and it was so abrupt that people felt that they were hallucinating because the news was too explosive.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that someone finally came to his senses, then fell to the ground all of a sudden, and crawled back with hands and feet together, as if he wanted to stay away from the spurted blood.

Immediately afterwards, screams finally began to resound through the venue, confusion, pushing, people crying in fear as they fell and got up again, and the sound of vomiting after bouts of blood fainting. This court, which should have been the most respected, suddenly become chaotic.

Hopkins on the stage stared at him, not knowing whether it was because of rage or fear, bloodshot eyes began to fill his eyes!
As a judge, he never imagined that someone would dare to do such a thing in front of him
Just tore off the defendant's arm? ! !
This is no longer contempt of oneself, but contempt of the court, contempt of the laws of the empire, and contempt of the court under the command of the Holy See. Is this man named Baskerville a lunatic? !

Yes, Baskerville is mad!
He was so crazy that his name was strictly ordered out of Redek Strait, so crazy that no one knew of his existence except the soldiers on the front line of Hell's Gate.

He is a pure lunatic, a lunatic with distorted cognitive ethics, and his emotions are not even that perfect. More than half of his demeanor, smile, and frown when he is meditating are all obtained through observing the reflections of other people over and over again. Learned. His glasses are more than 800 degrees of myopia, but he himself is not a myopic person.

The reason why he wears those gold-rimmed glasses is to make himself unable to see the person in front of him clearly. Because this can reduce his urge to suddenly go crazy and kill the person in front of him.

His teeth were horrible, almost all broken, those fresh nerves were exposed in the mouth, and blood was oozing out all the time, the bloody smell flowing from his body was a real bloody smell, he Every saliva swallowed was bloody.

And the reason why his teeth are like this is because he is eating the flesh of demons.

Baskerville had no particular emotions, except a morbid admiration for Monsieur Dante.

His thinking is very weird, but also very direct.
He felt that Lord Dante once went to hell alone and lived for a year and seven months by eating the flesh and blood of demons, so if he could also eat the flesh and blood of demons, wouldn't it mean that only himself and Lord Dante had eaten the same in the entire empire? s things.

I and Lord Dante are the same in a certain behavior, and the entire empire will never find a third person! ! !

This temptation made him extremely excited!So he began to eat the devil hard, the hard flesh and blood scratched his mouth, his teeth were cracked by chewing hard, and when he swallowed, his entire esophagus was suffering like swallowing glass slag.

But he is still doing it tirelessly.

Because this can make him feel that he is one step closer to Lord Dante.
No one knows why this pervert worships Dante so much, anyway, if a person deceives him in the name of Dante!

Then he will be angry, very angry, incomparable, extreme, angry beyond reason!

Well, he doesn't have much sanity himself.
"I advise you not to go." Sherlock stopped softly, and Hopkins was about to step forward to stop this sudden tragedy.

The latter almost popped his eyes, and he wanted to step forward to stop him, but he knew that he couldn't stop that terrifying middle-aged officer at all, so he could only look at Sherlock angrily:
"Is this part of your plan?"

"Amount" Sherlock drew a long voice, and finally nodded: "Yes."

"This is the court!!!" Hopkins suppressed his anger, it seemed that what Baskerville had done made him very uncomfortable.

"Okay~" Sherlock spread his hands casually, then took out a cigarette and handed it to Hopkins: "I thought you were very flexible in your career, didn't you just abuse lynching in court, see some blood Well, what's the big deal."

"He's killing people, before I pronounce the crime!"

"Then kill it." Sherlock said indifferently: "You are a judge, not a machine that reads the law. Do you think that a person's crimes are really only written in that "Imperial Code" and must be written in your "Imperial Code"?" Does it take effect after the word 'guilty' is spoken?
Shouldn’t a person’s guilt be judged the moment he commits a crime?”

With a "click~", a bunch of flames rose, and Sherlock handed the lighter to Hopkins, and slowly lit a cigarette for him.

The frail fire flickered, but gradually, the anger in his eyes dissipated.

"But it's still the same sentence. I'm a judge. I always have to maintain the legal process. You haven't given evidence yet."

"Oh, you said evidence." Sherlock acted like a normal person: "Actually, I have evidence."

"What?!" Hopkins was surprised: "Then why didn't you take it out earlier?"

"This evidence is a bit troublesome. Because I need to get Duncan out of that body."

Hopkins listened and frowned: "Take it out, you want the client to state the crime? It's unlikely, does Duncan really have this ability? He can't even speak, and you don't Said, has his skin been peeled off, how long can he live after being taken out?"

Speaking of this, Hopkins hesitated for a while, and then whispered: "And this, will it be too cruel to him?"

"Yeah, it's just a little cruel." Sherlock nodded: "However. If Lord Nightingale is allowed to operate this process in person, then the above-mentioned problems should not exist."

His tone was very relaxed, but Hopkins frowned even tighter, looking at Sherlock like he was looking at a fool:
"Did you say it wrong, or did I hear it wrong. You said, you want to invite Lord Nightingale?"

"Yeah, that guy seems to have broken bones and limbs that can't be repaired, and even a broken intestine is fine. Vegetative people can be cured. If she comes, then Duncan will be fine."

"Wait, I'm not doubting Lord Nightingale's ability." Hopkins interrupted Sherlock: "I mean, how dare you hope that you can invite Lord Nightingale. How could she Came all the way here to help you with this favor?!"

"It's true that there is no way to help me. When I rushed over this morning, I called her. She is now on her way to Cordelli Administrative State. If she comes here, it will take half a month, which is too long. "

"Did you call her?"

"Yeah, haha, you also think it's amazing, right? She has a little maid named... What's her name Nopa, anyway, she has a mechanical talent. She made a portable phone, although it's a bit bigger, like It’s a large shoebox, but it can receive incoming calls remotely. I heard that the Imperial Mechanical Academy wants to buy design drawings at a high price, but I don’t know.”

"Enough is enough for me!" Hopkins interrupted Sherlock's ramblings a little rudely: "What kind of phone do you think I care about?? I'm asking you why you have Lord Nightingale's phone?!"

"She gave it to me"

"Huh?" Hopkins looked blank.

"We met once before. I saved her life, and she saved my life later. It's actually a settlement, but when she left London, I asked for her phone number, you know, Her medical ability is very strong, so if I get hurt in the future, it will be very convenient to be able to contact her."

Sherlock explained logically, but Hopkins was completely out of hearing.

He stared blankly at the man in front of him, his mind was filled with increasingly loud buzzing sounds.

He knew that the other party was a monster, so when he learned that he knew Baskerville, he was just surprised, and forcibly accepted this fact.

Monster, what can I say.

But no matter how weird he is, he shouldn't know Miss Nightingale.

There is only one Miss Nightingale in the whole empire!

This guy actually has Miss Nightingale's phone number? ? ? ? ?
What did he just say?

【I want it with a shameless face】? ? ?
Hopkins' entire face was stiff, and there were bursts of broken bones in his ears, as if someone was crying for help, but his head was buzzing, and he didn't have the mind to answer it at all. In the end, he was a little dazed asked:
"Your Excellency Nightingale, is it really as beautiful as the rumors say?"

He didn't even know why he asked such a question.

But Sherlock thought for a while, and nodded firmly: "I think the rumors have somewhat weakened her beauty."

Hopkins was still dazed, trying his best to digest these simple but extremely unbelievable words. After a few seconds, he suddenly looked a little embarrassed. He looked at Sherlock with a shy expression. With an embarrassed smile:

"Actually, I think the two of us should have known each other for a long time, or I'll hang out with you?"

A genius of the trial court, a young third-tier contract powerhouse, who may become the highest justice of the trial court in the future, actually wants to mess with Sherlock?
It might be a joke.

Hopkins also felt that it was not quite right for him to say such a thing, but his rationality told himself that he would definitely not suffer a loss if he mingled with Sherlock.
Speaking of which, his feeling came a bit late, just a few days ago, that Ms. Irene had already made an advance move.

At that time, she was actually just meeting Sherlock in the tavern.

Therefore, Hopkins is still far behind Ms. Irene in terms of knowing people and acting courageously.

"In short, it's not that I don't have evidence to support your sentence, it's just that Nightingale came here too far away, if I really wait for her to come, it will take at least half a month, and I can't wait for more than half a month.

I want to put this guy on trial right now.

Don't want to wait a second longer. "

Sherlock said lightly.

Hopkins nodded. He is not a prepaid judge who only obeys legal documents. In fact, his trial standards in court are very flexible. The so-called anger just now is because the man named Baskerville did it. It's just too much.

But now after listening to Sherlock's words, he felt much more comfortable, just like what the other party said.

This is not contempt of court, nor is it a private sentence without evidence, it's just a little bit ahead of everything
So he smiled helplessly, feeling that following this unscrupulous detective, the moral bottom line was lowered a bit, and then he felt the slight heat between his fingers, and he found that the cigarette he was holding was about to burn his fingers , quickly dusted off the cigarette ash, and took a puff.

"Cough cough—grass—cough cough cough cough, what the hell kind of cigarette is this, has it been soaked in engine oil?" His hot tears were about to come out.

"Blues, you can get used to it after smoking a few cigarettes." Sherlock was like a profiteer, selling the low-quality cigarettes in his hands.

Not far away, Vice President Hulk was still struggling to crawl on the ground.

Oh no, he should be saying now, wriggling
Baskerville followed behind him step by step, waiting for him to squirm forward a few centimeters, and then slowly squatted down, took out the mass of intestines stuffed in his mouth, and grinned With a mouth that was so terrifying that it made the scalp tingle, he smiled and said, "Have you thought about how to apologize?"

The deputy dean is now in a bad shape, but he still uses his convulsed throat to make some sounds:

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lied to you, I shouldn't have used you, I shouldn't have used your contract demon."

There was a hint of disappointment in Baskerville's eyes, and then he opened the opponent's mouth that had already been torn open to the limit, and stuffed the intestines in his hand:

"I thought, you are also a vice president no matter how you say it, you should have a flexible mind, but... the answer is wrong, you should think about it again."

(End of this chapter)