big devil holmes

Chapter 200 A Different Perspective.
I don't know if it's fate, or human history should be like this. When the steamed gas drives the wheel to rotate for the first time, London seems to start to run all the way in the foggy direction. A tendency to send entire cities into gigantic, dusty furnaces.

Anyway, London is like this. The evening wind carries white particles of snow or dust, blowing across the wide long street, those deep alleys, those cobweb-like elevated roads and light rails, and those sleepy-eyed people. Loose men and women, not knowing where they came from, just watching them go into the vague and absurd night.

Sherlock is sitting in the carriage, and the carriage is driving in the snow, which irrigates the giant city under the thick sky. At night, London is shining with dim lights. Some people are standing under the lights, smoking cigarettes, holding busy One day, before I had time to read the newspaper, I was so startled by the report that I opened my mouth. The cigarette fell on the ground, and I quickly picked it up and put it in my mouth again. Unexpectedly, a carriage passed by, and the man in it had a panoramic view of it all. .

Soon, the carriage came to the edge of the city, which was far away from the living area, and the street lights became rare. The huge steam engine and the concrete building in sight were intertwined, standing like a demon, giving people visually real pressure, But it can't help but make people feel a little awe.

A few minutes later, the carriage drove into a forest of steel made of steam pipes, and after a long detour, a huge building appeared in sight.

"There are a total of 72 factories around the city of London. After screening, this factory is quite suitable. There is a lower space to place power supply equipment. Don't worry about the energy problem of that machine. There is a dormitory behind the factory area, which can be used for docking special materials. The transportation channel is enough for the experimenters to live until two months later, and the most important thing is that this place is relatively secretive."

While listening, Sherlock followed the carriage into the shadow of the factory area. The heavy steel gate rose upwards, and the gas lamps on both sides brought a momentary change of light and dark, illuminating the road ahead a little dazzlingly. Look Wake up, here will be the main battlefield between the Holy See and Emperor Augustine in the next two months.

"What, you bought this factory?"

Sitting opposite them was a slightly fat man with an overly tough face, thick beard, slightly wrinkled brows, staring eyes constantly looking between Sherlock and Hopkins , quite majestic, but it can be seen from his bloodshot cheeks that this guy drank a lot of wine just now.

"Yes, the entire factory has been bought, the City of London has approved it, the money has been paid, and the severance pay for the factory workers is also of the highest standard." Hopkins said.

Of course, it is impossible for them to take over the factory directly as the Holy See. At this time, no matter what they do, they should pay attention to some secrecy.

But this also led to a bit of a hasty time. The approval and confidentiality measures of the London municipal government take time to operate, and many written documents have not been issued, and the big event of buying an entire factory is naturally not a phone call. can be solved.

In short, the person in charge of the factory in front of him looked suspiciously at the collection bill that didn't even have a government seal.
"If you guess correctly, the written documents will be delivered early tomorrow morning." Sherlock looked at the expression of the person in charge in front of him, and said politely: "I know it is true that you are required to move out overnight. It's a bit difficult, but my request is very simple, I just want a factory tonight, it needs to be clean and dust-free, away from the draft, away from the production line and the source of fire, that's enough."

In fact, just like what I said just now, in just a few hours, this factory area can be taken over logically, but the time limit is so dead that the escort [soul detection device] team should already be in place. It is expected that after an hour, the School of Life Sciences will pick up the goods and get on the car, so Sherlock wants to transfer the machine over by distorting the sun as soon as possible. But it will be difficult.

However, the person in charge of the factory in front of him is obviously an overly stubborn and very tough old-school radical. He doesn't know what he has endured in his nearly 50-year career. Anyway, he doesn't listen to anything now. And with the strength of alcohol, he pretended to live and die with this factory.

"Heh, I have been in this factory for decades, and my parents are also employees of the factory area. I have never heard of rumors that the factory is sold out. Now you young people come here generously. Take the factory away?

It's not easy to say anything until the paperwork is down. "

He leaned his fat body back on the chair and began to fiddle with the ashtray on the table.

"As I said, we just want a factory," Sherlock repeated.

"There is no free factory building. You guys can't leave. If you don't leave, I'll call the security guard!"

The person in charge of the factory still had a condescending tone.

Sherlock looked at the other party quietly, then turned to Hopkins next to him and said, "Can't you show your identity and let this guy kneel down in front of you, and then be obedient?"

Hopkins was also a little embarrassed: "Sorry, I said it will be kept secret."

In fact, Sherlock knows that secrecy is a very important part. After all, the factory area will not move. If the location is really exposed, if another airship comes down from the sky one day, then who can bear it.

And in the next second.
"Why haven't you left yet?"

The obese person in charge yelled, and then hiccupped, as if he suddenly remembered some old past, and the expression on his face became even more angry:

"Hehe, that sounds really interesting.

I'm almost 50, and I can be regarded as a little discerning. Judging by the tone of your speech, it should be a bit of the background of the Holy See.
Oh, don't pretend, you are actually servants of a priest, right?
Otherwise, how could it be possible to buy such a large factory all of a sudden? "

He looked like he had seen through everything:

"I said it's really interesting, you high-ranking old men. When the demons invaded, our factory area stood up all day and night, just hoping that a priest would suddenly appear with dozens of servants. When my parents died, they Tell me, if you wait any longer, someone will come to rescue me, but in the end, more than 100 people were eaten to death, and no one came in the end.

It's good now, let you go, but you just won't go.
So, is it that the offerings given by the common people below are not enough?

Not going to church enough times a day? "

The old person in charge doesn't know his name, and he doesn't know what he has experienced in his life. He is like a commoner who can be seen everywhere on the street. He may feel that most of the commoners in the eyes of the Holy See are surrounded by The appearance of going forward to worship devoutly, and the figure of myself who is watching with cold eyes, will be blocked tightly, and rarely paid attention to.

In fact, it is indeed like this
But today, he seems to have finally waited for a chance to complain in his nearly 50 years of life, so he found a channel to vent, and this vent came so suddenly that Hopkins couldn't help but There was silence.

He stood up, and he seemed to see a newspaper on the table out of the corner of his eye, and he quickly copied it:

"Look, the Academy of Life Sciences was in a temporary court yesterday, someone killed the vice president in court!
This has reached the point of lawlessness.

The vice president of the School of Life Sciences provoked someone, and was killed in court!
Absurd! "

After finishing speaking, he swallowed his saliva:
"Also, three months ago, the airship crash incident.
Can an airship fall directly into the crowd? !

Didn't anyone notice that big guy when he fell from the sky?Did no one evacuate the crowd?

What about our security management agency in London, the White Briar security company that claims to protect the safety of the people day and night?
Everyone inside is fast asleep! "

just said this
"Sir, I understand that you have some grievances against the Holy See. I actually think that the Holy See has done a lot of things poorly, but there are also some things that are not necessarily what you see."

A voice interrupted the other party's words. However, the words were not spoken by Hopkins, but by Watson. He had been standing quietly by the wall of this room just now, but he didn't know when he came over suddenly.

And the person in charge in front of him looked Watson up and down, and finally his gaze stayed on the other's face. He probably subconsciously thought that the owner of this face should be a son of a noble family, so his tone also revealed some disdain.

"Not what I see?
Hahaha, I can see clearly, so many people have died, am I blind? Those guys who keep talking about maintaining law and order, don’t they feel guilty?Every night in the dead of night, can they sleep peacefully with the huge salary they get paid every month? ! ! "

Watson narrowed his eyes slightly:
"Maybe I shouldn't be on the opposite side of you, but I think those people probably had their own troubles at the time. It's not that they didn't want to help, but they couldn't do it. So I implore you to take back what you just said."

"Trouble? Hehe, what trouble can they have? A group of idiots who can only talk but can't do it"

There was a crisp sound of "Ka--".

The voice of the person in charge of the factory who was yelling in front of him stopped abruptly, and was replaced by an extremely weird scream.

Because the ashtray on the table has been firmly smashed into the other party's mouth.

Watson still looked gentle and refined, but he didn't hesitate at all in his movements. Of course, he didn't care about the evaluation of the Holy See by the people of the empire. He thought of some old people, and the blood that was slightly congealed inside that door:

"Sorry, I'm just... a little annoyed"

　After reading it again, the last sentence is indeed a bit hypocritical, but that’s it, I just wrote it here in my mind, not to whitewash the Holy See, let alone discredit the government, I think every force is doing what it should do Things, the only one who has selfish desires is Augustine the Great. But then again, after having power, how can there be no selfish desires. When I have power and power, I spend more time playing than anyone else.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)