big devil holmes

Chapter 205 Bringing a Little Shock to the World
The carriage was driving in the jungle of steel pipes, and the scorching heat of the steam penetrated through the thick metal pipe walls, forming a large amount of white mist outdoors at the end of winter. Fortunately, the people of London have long been accustomed to this atmosphere with a visibility of less than 20 meters. Outsiders coming over may get lost within a few minutes.

The road surface that had been covered by heavy snow for several months had been cleared, exposing the extremely hard frozen soil below. In order to prevent the infiltration of snow water from becoming muddy, the upper layer was covered with a layer of asphalt and cement. The mixture, in short, a dark and spacious road suddenly appeared in front of them. Sherlock and Watson sat in the carriage, feeling the sudden disappearance of the bumps, opened the window, and watched the factory area in the distance. The body was slowly revealed in the mist, and with the roar of the huge iron gate rising upwards, the factory opened its mouth like a terrifying monster
Different from the last time, this time I didn't come here to discuss any takeover business, so after the carriage entered the factory area, it sped straight ahead, and as it got deeper and deeper, the gas lamps above the head became brighter and brighter. The work area is divided, the work compartments on both sides of the road, and some unnamed equipment appear in front of him from time to time. During this period, Sherlock also saw a cage of small demons being pushed into a gate, and they roared loudly. He spoke, venting his dissatisfaction, and with the closing of the door, the roaring sound could no longer be heard.

Finally, in a relatively empty place, Sherlock and Peanut got out of the carriage. This carriage was specially arranged for them, so the coachman didn't say anything, and didn't even look at his passenger, before he beat him. He got off his horse and quickly disappeared from sight.

A few seconds later, an elevator rumbled down behind them.

There are two people in the elevator, one of them is Hopkins, and the other is a bald middle-aged man who seems to be nearly 50 years old, wearing a very traditional white coat in the workplace, and his beard has been neglected for a long time. He has obvious dark circles under his eyes, and long-term heavy work has not brought any benefits to his body. Fortunately, although his body is tired, his eyes are still firm and bright.

"Hello, Mr. Holmes, I am George Romanis, a student of Professor Darwin."

Without waiting for Hopkins to introduce each other, the researcher came directly to Watson's side, shook his hand and said, no matter in his tone or pace, it can be seen that this person has a vigorous and resolute attitude: "Before I came to London, I visited Miss Catherine and learned from her how much effort you have put in in the investigation of the teacher's murder. She has never been stingy with your praise, but I never thought that you Not only is he quick-witted, but he is also such a gentleman.”

Watson was held tightly by the other party, hesitated for a second, and finally said: "Sorry, I am Mr. Holmes' assistant. The person you want to thank is actually this."

He gestured to Sherlock who was standing next to him.

The expression on Old George's face obviously paused for a moment, but he quickly forced a smile, and held Sherlock's hand again: "Of course, people who are too good often don't care much about their own image, because their wisdom is all there. Dedicated to a greater cause, presumably Mr. Sherlock is such a person."

As he was talking, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be insinuating that the other party was not good looking.
Okay, it can be seen that this scholar with a lot of gray hair but not much hair volume is not the type that is particularly good at flattery, just these few words may already be what he can think of in his mind Best words ever.

So, he simply closed his mouth and compared the elevator behind him:

"Then please follow me, both of you."

The non-enclosed elevator began to go up slowly. In the elevator, the atmosphere was a little awkward because of the wrong person just now. Sherlock looked at the silent Professor Xied beside him, and said slowly:
"As a student of Professor Darwin, your authority is definitely not low in this factory, so your coming to pick me up in person should not just be to express your gratitude to me."

Old George frowned slightly, as if he was hesitating whether he should say the next words, but after thinking twice, he sighed softly: "To tell you the truth, I am the technical director of this factory now. There are many people, and many people from the Academy of Sciences are drawn by me.

Regarding the experiment, as far as I am concerned, I certainly believe that the teacher's experiment is successful. And I hope that after two months, the results of this experiment will be displayed in front of all the people of the empire, telling them that the new The time is coming.

But
My hope does not infect all the employees. They are all elites in the Academy of Sciences, and they are not people who can be squeezed out with enthusiasm and incitement.

So, with all due respect, this decision, by all accounts, looks like a hoax. "

In fact, Sherlock knew that he would say these words the moment he saw the other party get off the elevator, so he was not surprised at all. On the contrary, daring to say these words just proved that the people in this team are indeed They are all elites, and they all dare to believe that their judgments are facts!
"So, why are you so disapproving of this experiment?"

"Because the time is too short." Old George said: "I don't know if you can understand, but data is a variable, which requires an extremely complicated comparison list. The type and temperament of each demon are different. The frequency bands are naturally different.

To change the brainwaves requires extremely difficult training, but it is even more difficult to modulate the brainwaves of the controller to the range that matches a certain demon. I have read some previous experimental reports and thought To slightly increase the α frequency band of the brain wave, even by a single scale, requires two to three weeks of brain manipulation training.

I found a pretty good young man through my personal relationship. I think he should be regarded as a genius. Although he doesn't have a strong contract ability, he is very smart and can learn the whole α within 5 days. Wavelength control method.

But even with this analogy, it would take him two or three months to establish contact with the smallest wild demon, and it would take at least half a year to freely control it.

It's just a demon.
And if we want to obtain data that convinces the military and investors, we need to conduct at least 50 sets of experiments, and we can't just focus on small demons, we also need to truly control a third-order big demon.

This is absolutely impossible. Even the teacher himself took more than two years to complete it.
No time, no hands, so... no hope"

The old George in front of him expressed some helplessness in his tone. In fact, he was grateful to the detective from the bottom of his heart. Otherwise, if it were someone else, he probably wouldn't be bothered to explain everything.

Still the same sentence, only laymen will be incited by passion, but as long as insiders think rationally, they will know that this matter is a joke, so everyone is laughing at themselves and complaining, and there is no one in the whole team People can bring up even a little bit of energy.

"Theoretically speaking, if you have to complete these things within two months, what do you need?"

Sherlock didn't understand these too professional academic questions, so he asked the result directly.

Old George didn't stay silent for too long. Maybe this data has been repeatedly calculated in his mind many times. He quickly said: "If it's only theoretically speaking, it takes the experimenters deployed now within two months. Three shifts alternate 24 hours a day, day and night, sleeping, eating, and going to the bathroom together, the average cannot exceed 5 hours, and a group of more than 50 experimenters is required to conduct uninterrupted tests on different demons. There is a person who can control a third-order great demon within two months.

Of course, these are based on the premise that all experimenters have fully mastered the brain wave training and can establish a contract with a demon within 20 days. "

The more Old George spoke, the lighter his tone became. He seemed a little lonely, and finally stood there without saying a word.

"Then how many volunteers do we have now?"

"There are 9."

Sherlock was also silent.

Professor George saw the other party bowing his head and smiled helplessly. It seemed that the detective had also discovered the cruelty of reality.

But he didn't know that Sherlock wasn't discouraged, but after doing some simple calculations for a few seconds, he slowly raised his head.

"In this case, just to be on the safe side, if we have a tester team of 60 people, or 70 people, and these people have fully mastered the brainwave control method, then the success rate will be higher."

Old George's eyes lit up, and he looked at Sherlock in disbelief: "What?! You mean, you can find mature testers?"

Although he felt that he must have heard it wrong, because it meant that the detective in front of him could recruit dozens of geniuses with super brain power at one time.

But at this moment, he is still willing to believe in the other party as if he deceived himself.

"Probably." Sherlock said: "But there is a condition, that is, I don't know if you can come up with that kind of thing, that is... make more patches that collect the devil's brain waves, and then, all of them are connected to the same on the test helmet."

"Ah?" Old George was stunned. He probably understood what the other party wanted, and the request was not difficult. The machine developed by his teacher seemed to have a lot of room for expansion, but the upper limit of the machine was not that big. Being big is actually meaningless, because people have limits.

So he looked at Sherlock with some puzzlement: "It's okay, but... what is this for?"

Sherlock looked at Hopkins next to him: "Don't he know that I'm also a tester?"

Hopkins seemed to have just regained his senses: "Oh, I know, but what are you going to do?"

"That's what I think. Can I be responsible for the control data of 60 demons by myself."

The speed of the upward elevator was very slow, but it brought a certain feeling of dizziness to the passengers. Sherlock said this sentence at a very natural speed.

It was clear and direct, but no one answered.

"As for the big third-tier demon, I'll work harder, it should be fine in two months."

He said in the same tone.
Then, the elevator door slowly opened.
(End of this chapter)