big devil holmes

Chapter 2 Time Waits For No Man

After the gate of hell was opened, human beings rarely showed the attribute of 'unity'. There is no country in the world, and they are called empires.

And London is one of the few cities that still retains its original name.

Of course, it also retains that gray tone that will not go away all day long.

noon
There is almost never a 'sunshine' here.

The entire city's underground has been hollowed out to build those huge steam pipes and furnaces. A group of highly respected lunatics from the Mechanics Institute dug through the Thames River, pouring the river water into the depths of the ground, and cooking it day and night. Burning, tens of thousands of tons of water vapor are released into the sky every day, and then turn into acidic rain and fall.

In the words of the group of old guys with the name of 'scientists', this is recycling, so you never have to worry about the day when you can't burn the steam.

Of course, they said nothing about the dwindling number of trees.

But the citizens don't care about this, they only know that this is London, which has the largest and most advanced steam furnace in the world, and the entire city is surrounded by mechanical pipes, and steam is productivity, which is undoubtedly a kind of pride.

It would be even better if the air could be fresher.

At this time, Sherlock was walking through this city of machinery; he was riding in a cheap carriage that could be parked at any time, and it only cost five pence per kilometer, with a huge suitcase half the height of a person at his feet , making the already not-so-spacious space even more crowded, the noise of people outside the car windows, the roar of factory operations and the bells of churches in the distance can be heard from time to time.

In fact, sometimes, he really can't understand people's thinking.

For example, although those mechanical creations are becoming more and more cumbersome and inefficient, people still have infinite confidence in them, believing that "boiling water" can eventually save the world.

For example, they clearly know that this road will not be smooth no matter how they call, but almost everyone is urging the car in front of them to go faster!
For example, the uncle named Jack knew very well that as a killer, he would definitely not end well, but when he wanted to arrest him, he still screamed strangely and stabbed him with a knife.

Sherlock is so poor, he just wants to catch a few murderers and make some money. What's wrong with him?

But old Jack didn't cooperate at all, and treated him so rudely. At that time, Sherlock was frightened, and subconsciously grabbed the knife, and then smashed the blade and handle into the opponent's waist.

Hmm. Fortunately, human beings have two kidneys, and if one is broken, they can live
At least for a while.

So in order to save the time to go to the police station, Sherlock specially called a carriage, which also prevented the prisoner from massive blood loss, shock, or death from pain.

He has always been so caring, even when dealing with murderers.

At 02:30 in the afternoon, the carriage stopped at the main gate of Scotland Yard.

'Scotland Yard' is actually the name of the Metropolitan Police Department. As for why there is such a name, Sherlock doesn't know, and he doesn't care. He just got out of the carriage with that huge suitcase.

When paying, the coachman inevitably looked at the box again.

Because it is too big, I don't know what is inside, it is bulging, and the weight almost breaks the wooden handle, but the customer in front of him can't see the slightest effort in carrying it.

"Mr. Sir?!"

"Oh!" The coachman regained his composure: "Excuse me, it's 25p in total."

No matter how cheap the fare is, with the accumulation of distance, it becomes a considerable expense. Sherlock took out a few coins and handed them over with distress.

"May the Holy Light bless you." The coachman said habitually after taking the money.

"Holy Light has no spare time to protect me."

Sherlock responded weakly, and then ignored the surprised expression of the coachman, and went straight to the police station. The tall and thin back and the box in his hand formed an extremely inconsistent scene, and the coachman stared blankly. For a moment, he felt dazzled, because he seemed to see something twisting hard in the box.

Entering the police station, the noise here is even worse than that on the street. After the second demon invasion incident, the law and order in London has not been very good. Murders, thefts, robberies, and frequent occurrences may be caused by the citizens. Stay safe, maybe one day you will be bitten to death on the street by a small demon that drilled out of the cracks in the void, and you will simply have revenge and revenge.

"Bastard, get out of the way!"

There was a burst of shouting and cursing from the crowd, and then a homeless man reeking of alcohol stumbled out of the crowd. His hands were shackled, obviously committing a crime.

At the same time, this man must have drunk too much, otherwise he would not have dreamed of rushing out of the police station with a fat body; sure enough, a policeman threw him down in the next second, and stabbed him fiercely with the baton in his hand. Under the armpit of the drunk man, accompanied by the sound of electric current, the prisoner twitched all over, and the air smelled of urine.

This kind of situation is already the norm in Scotland Yard. The surrounding police officers didn't care at all, and took the opportunity to hit the prisoner next to him with the baton in their hands, signaling to be honest, otherwise I will give you a while.

"It's fucking bad luck."

The policeman who knocked down the drunk stood up, shook the urine stains on his uniform, saw a well-dressed man standing beside him, and subconsciously complained:

"Sorry sir, the recent prisoners are not very obedient"

But just halfway through speaking, he suddenly froze.

Because he saw that the other party was carrying a huge suitcase. He obviously knew the suitcase, because a trace of panic flashed uncontrollably in his eyes, but he still raised his head with a hint of luck
As his gaze moved up, he also saw the other person's face, and those eyes that seemed to never wake up.

At this moment, the face that was still fierce when the prisoner was shocked just now became very cute.

"Mr. Sherlock."

The sound is not loud, just a soft humming in the throat.

But the moment the name floated out, the surrounding noise suddenly held their breath a lot, and then swish, swish, countless gazes were all cast over, with some gasping sounds vaguely mixed in.

Sherlock didn't care about the strangeness of the people around him, or he was used to it long ago, but looked sleepily at the well-behaved police officer in front of him, and passed the big box in his hand forward:

"Hey, a murderer was caught directly at the scene of the murder. It seems to be Jack or Mike. In short, you can find out after investigating the case."

He said as if nothing had happened, seeing that the other party didn't dare to answer, he simply let go.

"Pucha!"

The box hit the ground heavily, like a lump of fat pork filled with water, some blood splashed out from the joints of the leather at the bottom of the box, scaring the nearby people to take a few steps back in unison.

"Director Lestrade in his office?" he continued.

The police officer in front of him didn't dare to think too much, and nodded quickly.

Sherlock: "Thanks."

Now that he had caught a criminal, he naturally had to talk to the chief about offering a reward.

In fact, it stands to reason that if other people catch criminals, there is no need to bother the chief to mobilize the crowd, just go to the police department to register casually, only Sherlock is an exception.

He walked out of the crowd, and the surroundings naturally gave way.Suddenly, a police officer seemed to remember something, and hurriedly shouted:

"Mr. Sherlock, please stay."

"Huh?" He turned around.

The man had the courage not to let his eyes dodge, and said solemnly: "The director is receiving very important guests right now, you'd better not disturb him yet."

"A very important guest?" Sherlock thought thoughtfully, "Okay, I'll wait for him in the reception room first."

Walk through the quiet crowd, across a deserted corridor, and into the elevator.
Although the word 'electricity' is in the name, its operation method basically relies on steam. No way, no matter how fashionable electricity is, its scope of application is too narrow after all, and it can only be reduced to a foil of the times, like a battlefield Like those conservative veterans trying to use guns to fend off demons.

"click~"

The lighter made a soft sound, and the weak flame approached the cigarette tremblingly, as if afraid, but did not dare to dodge.

at this time
"Wait a moment."

There was a soft cry from the corridor, and a woman walked toward the elevator at a faster pace. She looked about 25 years old, wearing a strange nun's attire, without cumbersome long skirts and headscarves, on the contrary, all of them were changed to suitable for activities. Body shaping style.

Sherlock exhaled a long puff of smoke, wrapping his entire face in mist.

He didn't press the button of the elevator and let the elevator door close slowly.

"Time waits for no man, beautiful lady"

(End of this chapter)