big devil holmes

Chapter 196 You. Why Are You Here?

The way Baskerville released his anger was too simple and rude.

He just uses the most primitive means to bring people pain, using the other party's blood, flesh, bones, even he has no rules, pure violence and sadism.

This kind of rough behavior, in Watson's view, must be low-end.

But in his eyes, there was not much disdain, but a faint yearning. He really felt how happy a lunatic, a person who can express the depression in his heart only through sadism.

However, his sadism needs to be more professional and more refined, but those screams and pain can only dispel the dark memories in his heart a little bit.

Watson is a person with too delicate a mind, which is an advantage and also a disadvantage, so he can only look at the blood dripping freely on the stage, those violent to the extreme must be released, and he laughed enviously!

Dean Hulk continued to wriggle forward, and he struggled to climb over a broken leg that was pushed off, which was his own.

But now he could only think it was in the way, pushed it aside with the remaining half of his arm, and then desperately crawled towards the person in the judge's robe in front of him.

Because in his eyes, the only person who can save him now is this person.

"Help me save me."

Because the corner of his mouth was torn, he could use his tongue to push out his intestines, and then crawled to Hopkins' feet, raised his head hard, and looked at his face:
"Help me, I'm dying!"

Hopkins showed embarrassment, and lowered his body: "How can I save it? I can't beat this man."

"I admit my guilt."

"Oh?" Hopkins seemed to hesitate for a moment: "You said... you pleaded guilty?"

"I plead guilty!" the deputy dean said with difficulty, the blood in his mouth made his voice extremely miserable: "I admit that I killed Dean Darwin, I admit that I killed Vinilana, and I admit that Duncan's operation I did it myself, I admit it, I can swear to the Holy Light!!"

He subconsciously wanted to make an oath gesture, but found that he could no longer do it, and hurriedly said: "In short, I admit all these things, save me, lock me up, I am willing to be arrested !"

He was crying, the tears were stained with uncoagulated blood, he wanted to live, he knew that if he soaked himself in the repair fluid, he could survive, maybe he would be imprisoned for the rest of his life, but he was a member of the Academy of Sciences after all Vice President, I have a lot of scientific research achievements in my mind, and I am still useful. It is impossible for the empire to watch such a cutting-edge scientific research figure as myself being killed!There is a high probability that he will not be sentenced to death.

So he cried out, "I plead guilty, I plead guilty!!"

"Where's the evidence?"

"What?"

"Evidence, you pleaded guilty, but there is no evidence," Hopkins said.

"What evidence?" The deputy dean was stunned for a moment: "I pleaded guilty, what evidence do I need?"

"Haha." Hopkins threw the remaining cigarette butts on the ground, and for some reason, after he took the last few puffs of cigarettes, a lot of tears flowed from his eyes, but he laughed Extraordinarily relaxed: "The law is fair and just. Evidence is needed for conviction, and similarly, evidence is also needed for pleading guilty.

You can't produce evidence
Therefore, this judge declares that you are not guilty! "

As he spoke, he stood up slowly, then turned and looked under the high platform.

At this moment, there were not many people in the entire venue. The chairs were tilted upside down, the scattered notebooks, clothes, shoes, and vomit were stepped on. Everything seemed messy, and there was nothing that a court should have. It looked like there were only some strong reporters who hadn't run away huddled in the corner, still writing something.

But such a chaotic picture, in Hopkins' view, is very clean, so he twisted his stiff neck:

"The judgment of this case is completed, the defendant is no longer under the supervision of this court, and his free status is restored, and the court is adjourned!"

After speaking, he jumped off the high platform and walked out of the venue, ignoring the screams behind him.

And the group of people beside Catherine, don't look at them all standing in place, as if they have a strong resistance to the bloody scenes on the stage. Get out of here.

Can't help but sigh, that middle-aged officer named Baskerville is really worthy of his title of butcher.

But now, seeing that the judges had left, a group of people immediately looked at each other, and then they all walked out tacitly.

In this way, after a few minutes, only Baskerville and the vice president were left in the entire venue. Sherlock and Watson came out last, then turned around, and closed the door of the venue very intimately, so as to avoid the screams that appeared from time to time. The noise startled passers-by.

In the last scene when the door was closed, he saw that Baskerville had already walked to the side of the vice president, and then he slowly bent down. Amidst screams and wailing, he opened his extremely terrifying mouth. Teeth, held the other person's face, and gnawed it down.

After about 5 minutes.

The door of the venue was pushed open again.

Baskerville walked out slowly, still wearing gold-rimmed glasses, still looking elegant, but the bloody handprints on his body, and the blood that was not licked clean on his lips revealed that he had just What did you do.

In the corridor outside the venue, people were far away from this door. The reporters who had just run out were all pale. The security personnel in the building had already rushed over, but no one dared to approach, except Sherlock. The man was leaning against the wall by the door.

Baskerville came over to act as a witness, and he had done a lot more things than a normal witness, so it was reasonable to wait for him to come out and say a few polite words.

"Don't think I don't know your tricks." The middle-aged officer came out, looked at Sherlock in front of him, and said flatly: "Thank you for telling me about this, but I also helped you deal with that guy inside. The two of us are inseparable.

Still the same sentence, don't think that I really can't kill you, next time we meet, you may die a more miserable death than that bastard inside. "

Sherlock smiled casually: "Okay, you won't owe it if you say you don't owe it, but I'm wondering why you want to kill me so much?"

"I forgot, but it's not important. Those who were not killed last time will naturally continue to be killed."

Hearing this weird reason, Sherlock thought about it carefully, and found that it seemed quite reasonable: "Hahaha, then I'll wait for you."

Then, looking at the reporters around who were already pale, but still unwilling to leave:
"But before that, do you want to worry about these reporters? If I'm not wrong, your face will appear on the headlines of countless newspapers tomorrow."

"I don't care about this. I grew up in Redek Strait. What do you people who live in the hinterland of the empire think of me? It has nothing to do with me."

Sherlock nodded.

In fact, if you just look at his behavior, the officer in front of him can really be called unrestrained, he doesn't care about his own reputation, he doesn't care about people's eyes, he doesn't love money, and he certainly doesn't yearn for power. Killing at a glance, regardless of all the consequences, even if he dies tomorrow, he will probably still do things based on his own heart.

In fact, Sherlock has reason to suspect that the reason why he became a crusader is entirely because Lord Dante was in the army back then, otherwise, this guy would have become the most vicious murderer.

At night, the capital of the empire, the city of ancient Rome.

Unlike Jerusalem, the holy land of the Holy See, the ancient Roman city was the political center of the entire empire, but its area was extremely small, only fifty square kilometers. If divided according to the area, it could not even be called a city. It can be regarded as a small town, with six streets running horizontally and six streets vertically, in a square shape, and the planning is extremely simple.

According to rumors, before the opening of the Holy Calendar, Rome was a once glorious large country, but after the unification of mankind, it was regarded as the purest political center.

The reason why I use pure to describe this place is because there is no commerce, no agriculture and manufacturing industry in the entire ancient Roman city, let alone industry, no schools, no parks, bars, and even restaurants are concentrated in fixed locations on each street.

There are not even any residents. The people who live here are all employees of the imperial government. All the facilities here are all for the political structure of the empire. There are more than 120 steam train stations around, and 20 all-weather train stations. Manual checkpoints, [-] landing sites for airships, more than [-] warehouses, all staff work in shifts, meals are distributed uniformly, all things are obtained by application, no need to spend money, no need to choose Personal delivery, transportation, recycling, in short, you can't bring anything in, let alone take anything out.

In addition, of course, there is a staggering military protection, but no one knows how strong the military force is here, because no one has ever triggered even a danger alarm.

At this time, in an inconspicuous building in the ancient Roman city of France, the sound of countless medical devices resounded throughout the building. Fortunately, a medical room on the top floor was made of soundproof material, which made those who could The noise of a person fainting appears less harsh.

There was only one person in the entire room, an old man, who was lying on a special large medical bed, with thick gray hair and an oxygen mask on his face, but he could still see the extremely pale skin, which was criss-crossed with the skin. Interlaced ravines, age spots have spread all over his forehead and cheekbones, and the whole person looks weak. What is even more frightening is that there are various tubes inserted into his body, and countless needles are drilled into his body. Breathing weakly, his chest rose and fell slightly, and through the thin blanket on his body, he could even see the outline of his bones.

This is a person who is extremely weak, but there is no escort in the room.

Because people can breathe, carry germs, lose hair, etc. In short, the old man on the bed does not want too many people around him, and his body does not need constant care, or in other words, those Taking care of him doesn't have much effect on him anymore, the only thing that can keep him alive now are these medicines.

Suddenly, there was a slight rustling sound from the player embedded in the wall.

"Um"

The old man on the bed snorted softly, and the person on the other side of the microphone finally dared to speak:
"Your Excellency Augustine, the news came from the School of Life Sciences 5 minutes ago that Vice President Hulk died."

He didn't say how, where, or why he died, because the old man on the bed didn't care, and even in his eyes, that idiot vice president should have died long ago.

"What about the device?"

he asked in a very low voice.

"." The voice on the other side of the microphone hesitated for a moment, and then there was an imperceptible tremor in the voice: "I lost it."

Such a simple word.

The old man on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

It is difficult to describe such a pair of eyes, they are obviously white, and the corners of the eyes are filled with dry folds due to the exhaustion of blood, but it is because of the slightly opened gap that the old man who is extremely weak on the bed seems to suddenly It disappeared, and what I saw instead was the vastness of the mountains and rivers of the empire, as well as the boundless sky above the sky, but these vastness that I once had were all covered by a layer of thick fog at this time, making me look a bit lonely. A little sad.

But no matter what, at this moment, no one can associate the old man on the bed with the word 'weakness'.

"Who will investigate the death of Professor Darwin?" For some reason, Emperor Augustine suddenly asked such a question.

"My Majesty, it is his daughter who is investigating."

"No, that little girl doesn't have the stamina to support her until now. Someone will help her."

"It seems." The voice in the microphone thought for a while: "She has a private detective by her side."

"private detective?"

"Yes."

"That instrument was stolen by him."

"." The person on the other side of the microphone was silent for a moment. Obviously, he couldn't understand why Emperor Augustine concluded so easily that the private detective had stolen the instrument.

But he doesn't need to know, he just needs to believe in the wisdom and determination of Emperor Augustine.

"I will send someone to arrest him now"

"No need." The old man on the bed said lightly: "It is useless to catch him, and it is useless to ask where that machine is. Tomorrow, the news of Professor Darwin's death will spread throughout the empire, unless you can Blow up all the printing plants of the Imperial newspaper within two hours, otherwise it will all be in vain."

"That"

"Whether Professor Darwin was killed or not won't affect anything, what I want is that everyone thinks his experiment failed everyone!

It must be open to the public, and it must be watched by all.

Therefore, it was fate that the machine was not destroyed. "

"." The person on the other side of the microphone continued to be silent, he did not dare to interrupt the old man's words.

"So you don't need to do anything for the time being, because the Holy See will desperately seize this opportunity, and they will spare no effort to announce to the entire empire that Darwin's experiment has achieved great success.

And there is an old saying in the empire: the higher you climb, the harder you fall."

In the early morning of the next day, in the waiting room of the West Second Platform of the School of Life Sciences.

Sherlock and Watson sat side by side, waiting for the arrival of the steam train.

The case of Dean Darwin's death is considered a certainty, and Sherlock's hard work during this time has finally paid off, and this case seems to make him very comfortable and satisfied, so this morning, he always hums a certain Tune.

Watson complained several times, saying that his humming was a bit unpleasant, but Sherlock argued hard, saying that he was very talented in music, and if he was given a violin now, he could play a Trio Sonata by Purcell live, and emphasized That is the music of masters before the holy calendar.

Watson didn't dare to answer, he didn't care if Sherlock could play the violin, he just felt that if this guy really started playing with such an elegant instrument, the scene would definitely be very curious.

"When I was 15, a famous violinist in London wanted to take me as an apprentice."

"Of course, I believe you."

"When I was 17, I once played the violin in a restaurant for one night, and I made a whole pound that night!"

"Of course, I believe you."

Sherlock frowned: "Why do I feel that you are perfunctory to me."

"How is it possible, my friend, I believe in you."

Sherlock didn't bother to talk to him, and was about to continue humming, but at this moment, a person suddenly stood in front of the two of them, blocking the oncoming sunlight.

Sherlock and Watson raised their heads together, saw the person in front of them together, put on some surprised expressions together, and then asked in unison:
"How did you come?"

(End of this chapter)