big devil holmes

Chapter 204 Nonsense
Two days later. A patrolman knocked on the door of 221B Baker Street.

The policeman's mentality was disturbed. In the past two months, Sherlock did not walk into Scotland Yard with his suitcase, nor did he call the operator, nor did any criminal disappear suddenly. The next day, Thames Only half of the thigh was fished out of the river.

According to the police report on Baker Street, the newspapers at the gate of No. 221B are already piled high. It can be seen that Sherlock has not been home for a long time. He may have left London, or something happened, or even Simply dead.

Anyway, during this period of time, the whole of Scotland Yard was bathed in a festive and peaceful atmosphere.

However, just this morning, Director Lestrade gave himself a task, the content is... come over and deliver a letter to Sherlock, and it must be delivered to the other party face to face
sent!other side!hand!

What's the meaning?Is that detective named Sherlock back?he is still alive?Wasn't he swallowed by some demon that popped out of nowhere?

Well, it looks like he really is back, because according to the Baker Street police, all the newspapers at the door of No. 221B were taken into the house yesterday.

Then why not call? ? ? ?

Uh. It seems that because the other party has not paid the phone bill for more than a month, the phone has been shut down.

"Oh shit!!!"

The policeman licked his dry lips due to nervousness, and secretly scolded the chief why he sent him here?
"Boom~boom~boom~"

He knocked a few more times, and the wooden door leaf made a dull sound, as if every knock hit his heart.

Immediately afterwards, only a creak was heard, and the door was opened!
But the patrolman was taken aback suddenly, because the one who opened the door was not Sherlock, but a very beautiful man.
The patrolman blinked and stared at the other person's face, and after a while:
"Ha ha----"

He smiled happily, and then exhaled a long breath of relief.

"Hi, what's the matter?" Watson asked politely.

"Haha, it's all right." The patrolman was still happy, as if he had just escaped a disaster. It seemed that the information the director got was wrong. Sherlock didn't come back. This room should be rented to someone else.

"You seemed nervous just now."

"Yeah." The patrolman nodded. Anyway, it was not Sherlock who opened the door. He looked up at the sky, thinking that this should be some kind of gift from the Holy Light, so he decided to do something good, and went to It reached Watson's ear: "Let me tell you, the person who lived in this room before was very evil. If I were a scumbag, I would move out quickly and rent another place."

"Oh?" Watson raised his eyebrows, seeming to be interested: "Evil?"

"That's right, the person who lived here before was a pervert. That person used his identity as a detective to hide himself, but in fact he was a murderer. I heard from my colleagues that he would cut off people's heads and put them next to the pillow, hugging him every night." to sleep."

Like the gossip old lady in the poorhouse, he finally found a channel to confide in, and began to complain to Watson happily. In his mind, this was undoubtedly helping the tenant in front of him. After all, this is the place where Sherlock once lived. Who knows if there will be a long row of dead bodies in the surrounding walls.

But at this moment
There was a "creak", the sound of the door being pushed open again, but it came from diagonally above the patrolman.

He froze, as if he suddenly remembered something.

The first floor and the second floor of No. 221B are superimposed, so does the detective live on the first floor or the second floor?

He didn't have time to recall, because the next second, there was a sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, and at the same time, he heard a voice.

In fact, he had only heard this voice a few times from a distance, but unfortunately he remembered it very clearly.

"Who are you looking for?"

The patrolman only felt a slight twitch in the muscles of his calf.

"Oh, this police officer said he wanted to find you." Watson saw that the other party didn't respond, so he answered him very kindly.

"Looking for me?" Sherlock had already walked in front of the patrolman, and that sullen face appeared in the other party's line of sight. It seemed that he had just experienced a hangover, so the dark circles under his eyes were heavy, and his brows were frowning up and down. Looking at the other party: "Why are you looking for me?"

"Send. Send letter" the patrolman swallowed.

Then he quickly took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Sherlock in front of him.

He thought he was doing well because he controlled his slightly trembling hand
"I heard that you like to sleep with your head hugged at night?" Watson asked suddenly.

"Huh? Who said that?"

Watson didn't answer, but his eyes seemed to be submissively glanced at the patrolman in front of him.

At this second, the patrolman brother in front of him suddenly turned around on the spot, and then, regardless of traffic safety, swished directly across the road, plunged into the opposite alley at a speed of [-] meters, and disappeared without a trace .

"." Sherlock looked at the alley and muttered, "What?"

Then he opened the letter in his hand.

Sure enough, it was written by Hopkins, because he was very busy in the factory area and couldn't get away, so he could only contact the police to convey it to him as Sherlock said before.

But I don't know why, every time the name Sherlock is mentioned, the call is inexplicably dropped, and finally I have to contact the director of Scotland Yard.

"Is it ready there?" Watson asked.

"Well, the letter said that all the personnel have arrived, and all the necessary equipment has been arranged. A third-order big demon has also been transported. It just arrived this morning. That is to say, the soul can be visualized at any time now. Device testing.

However, the letter also mentioned some minor troubles. "

With that said, Sherlock handed the letter to Watson.

After receiving the letter, Watson also read it quickly, and couldn't help but smile helplessly.

The troubles mentioned in the letter are not big, but they are not small either.

It's just that those who have been deployed seem to be a little bit resentful.Because according to the deployment requirements, they cannot leave the factory at will before the imperial inheritance ceremony, and must devote themselves to this work wholeheartedly.

This takes more than two full months.

And almost everyone feels that this is a fundamentally impossible thing to accomplish.

It's not that they don't believe in the authenticity of wild demon manipulation experiments. In fact, all the people deployed are loyal supporters of Professor Darwin!
Not because they complained about not being able to go home for two full months.

Rather, they feel that Professor Darwin himself has used more than two years to complete the experimental results, and now he wants them to show them within two months.

Isn't this bullshit.

Whoever makes such a decision is probably an idiot
(End of this chapter)