big devil holmes

Chapter 201 This world really needs a little change

Watson must be angry
In fact, most of the time, he habitually maintains a peaceful or even quiet attitude towards most people, regardless of whether it is pretending or not.

But Sherlock seemed to be able to feel that just yesterday, after he came into contact with the officer named Baskerville, his words became much less.

It can be seen that he should be in a bad mood all the time.

As for the person in charge of the factory in front of him, in the final analysis, there is nothing wrong with him.

His parents died in a second demonic invasion, and the Holy See, to which the family worshiped, did not come to their aid.

Perhaps at that time, all the power of the Holy See was fighting against a more terrifying enemy. Perhaps in some invisible places, the corpses of the crusaders had already piled up like mountains. At the same time, it was frozen at a low temperature, and it has already become a long bloody river with ice crystals.
And the government army's protection of the city is also at the most difficult time. Large-scale war machines cannot be used at will in the hinterland of the empire. Most of the soldiers can only use flesh and blood to stop those terrifying demons. Some people were seriously injured and some died.

In fact, the whole world was not too different from the factory area he was in at that time, but these were not important to the common man in front of him, because he could only see what was in front of him.

He was just a teenager at the time, his parents were literally dead, and there was literally no one to help them.

Of course, it is impossible for civilians to have the world in their minds. Their world is just an acre of land in front of them. No one would ask a factory worker to look at his relatives around him with the eyes of the entire empire.

So when no one saves his world, he's rightfully angry.

The dead people of the empire were not wrong, and neither were the dead soldiers of the empire.

So where exactly is the source of all this anger?What is wrong?
Is it a demon?Is it a system?Is it poor supplies and wages?Is it military spending?Or is it that the information that is said to be rotten is not equal?
In fact, Sherlock didn't know either, and maybe Watson didn't know either, so he pulled out the ashtray from the other party's mouth, watched a tooth fall from the other party's mouth, and then listened to the painful wailing, feeling extremely apologetic. bowed.

"I'm sorry, but just like what my partner said, he just needs a factory building." Watson said lightly.

In fact, there are still some people in this world who want to try to change the world. If the person in charge of this factory can find a place that Sherlock wants within 10 minutes, then one day, if the world really becomes If it is better, then he undoubtedly contributed to this change.
However, he doesn't know how powerful he is, and most commoners don't know what he can do for the world.
So the person in charge of the factory in front of him was just a little confused. He didn't know why the beautiful man in front of him knocked out one of his teeth first, and then apologized to himself, just like a schizophrenic patient.

So he still cursed, swallowed the blood seeping between his teeth, pointed at Watson and growled, 'I'm going to kill you! ' and the like.

But the latter didn't refute at all, just looked at the other party with apology all the time, and this apology came from the heart.

Finally, after 10 minutes, Sherlock stood in front of a spacious factory building and gave Watson a meaningful look.

"It seems that the relationship between you and those colleagues of White Briar is not as cold as you said."

Watson squinted his eyes and smiled: "It's been a long time to grow a flower, and it hurts to see it wither, not to mention that those people are not bad. It's just that the prayer time of Priest Thompson is a bit too long every day."

"." Sherlock was silent for a while, and he suddenly found that he seemed to be able to remember the faces of those people clearly.

Maybe it's because my memory is so good. After all, those are just people who met by chance in my own world, but they are all dead.

Those affected by the crash of the airship also died.

People's sadness or sadness is a very strange emotion. For example, when their loved ones die, many people can't cry at all, they are just indifferent, but maybe a few days later, during an ordinary breakfast, they accidentally discovered that There was one less plate on the table, and he collapsed instantly, and couldn't stop crying.

Of course, Sherlock couldn't cry loudly, but he still belatedly realized at this time that those who died were not just an element in his investigation of the case, and of course they not only had the identity of the "dead" , They all have their own lives, their own worlds, their deaths have brought more grief to more people, and changed more people's lives. Just like the factory director who has been depressed all his life.

"I suddenly realized that I seem to be doing something that can change the world." Sherlock laughed a little self-deprecatingly.

"Yeah, I realized that too." Watson responded.

At this time, he almost uncontrollably thought of a fortune-telling that he had done a long time ago in the alley opposite his home.

The old beggar said that he has the possibility to change the world, and Sherlock is the opportunity to change the world
At that time, I felt that this sentence was a perfunctory one, but now it seems that everything seems to have some signs.

"Okay, I'll go in for a while, you guys help me guard."

"What are you going to do?" It was Hopkins who asked the question this time. In fact, he wanted to ask a long time ago, but he never found the time.

"Didn't you say that, the transportation of that machine is handed over to me."

After speaking, Sherlock walked in and closed the warehouse door.
At this moment, only Watson and Hopkins were left outside the factory building. The two of them did not look at each other, but just stood there quietly.

"Have you any cigarettes?" Watson asked suddenly.

"Sorry, I don't actually smoke much."

"Yeah, I didn't smoke much before. But after getting to know this guy, I smoked a little occasionally. If I continue with this attitude, I might become addicted to it after a while." Watson seemed to be recalling something, faintly Said: "Didn't you realize that Sherlock has a magical power, he seems to be able to subtly change other people around him."

"Of course I found out that this includes me." Hopkins sighed, with a look that he couldn't let go of: "Oh my God, there was a murder in my court, I can't believe it now What is even more unbelievable is that that afternoon, my teacher, the current judge of the trial court, actually called me. He didn't blame me, but said that I did a good job, and asked me to try my best to get along with this Guys get on good terms.

Hey."

He lowered his head weakly, babbled and babbled, feeling a little queasy on the tip of his tongue, and couldn't help but think of the pungentness left between his lips and teeth by that blues cigarette:
"It seems that I will have to carry a pack of cigarettes with me in the future."

Just got here.
"Crash!" With a sound, the door in front of him was suddenly opened, and Sherlock walked out a little tiredly, twisting his stiff neck:
"What are you going to do tonight? Is it your first time in London? Shall I treat you to a drink?"

he asked Hopkins.

The latter looked unresponsive. I don't know why the other party suddenly said: "That's not necessary. I'm a special envoy. There are many things here, how can I have time?"

"Oh, that would be a pity."

"Wait a minute." Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Hopkins quickly stopped: "Aren't you going to prepare to transport that machine? I think you should hurry up, after all, you have to talk to the escort over there." The team is handed over, they move very fast, if you miss it, it will be difficult to get in touch again."

"I'm done moving." Sherlock said, and then deliberately added: "Don't ask why, it's very troublesome to explain, anyway, you have already seen me as a monster, so try to accept what I do Enough."

After finishing speaking, he winked at Watson, meaning that he felt that there should be nothing else going on here, and he was about to leave.

Hopkins was stunned for a second, and then he understood the other party's words: "Hehe, what are you talking about?"

He didn't understand the point of the other party's joke, so he chuckled helplessly.

And at this moment.
His gaze accidentally passed over the opponent's shoulder, and then... he seemed to see a huge silhouette in the middle of the factory building behind him.

Hopkins clearly heard a 'plop' in his ear, which was the sound of his heart twitching vigorously.

He immediately walked to the door of the factory building, and then looked at the extremely complicated huge machine inside and remained silent for a long time before turning his head suddenly, and saw Sherlock and Watson walking outside.

"Wait a moment!"

"Ah?" Sherlock turned back: "Is there anything else?"

"Nothing." Of course, Hopkins still has a lot of things to ask, and his stomach is almost full of question marks, but in the end he just shook his head, feeling that no matter how much he asked, it seemed useless:

"In a few days, the equipment will be fully equipped, where can I find you?"

"Baker Street, 221B." Sherlock said as he walked forward, "I can't find it, just call any policeman and mention my name, and they will lead you to find me."

Then, he added in a low voice: "Of course, you'd better grab the other party in advance, otherwise they may run away."

(End of this chapter)