big devil holmes

Chapter 206 Joke, joke

Outside the elevator is the factory area. In front of it is a long corridor. The gas lamp above the head is embedded in the wall, emitting a lasting and bright light. The light shines on the solid concrete floor and is reflected into the elevator. people's faces.

The silence continued, and Professor George Romanis, who was on the outermost side, didn't even reach out and pull open the iron loose-leaf door of the elevator.

In fact, Hopkins also had a similar expression. He looked at Sherlock, was stunned for a few seconds, and then suddenly thought of a very basic question.
That's right, why is this guy the one who gave me the connection above.

isn't he a detective
If it is said that he was asked to come because he solved the murder case of Professor Darwin, and the person in charge of this experiment is a student of Professor Darwin, he can give the other party a great favor, and at the same time, he also has the ability to transport the soul visual device magic method.

Well, with these identities, these connections, and abilities that are even more unimaginable than a professional transportation team, they are indeed worthy of being his sole connector.

But why, besides that, he was also an experimental tester?

Because of the countless shocks in the past few days, Hopkins subconsciously forgot this unimportant issue, and now, he finally remembered that the person who gave this order was His Royal Highness .

And how could His Royal Highness the Son be an idiot, how could he spend so much manpower and material resources to carry out an impossible task.

So think again at this moment. Could it be that the detective in front of you is the key to the success of this ridiculous experiment? !
The silence lasted for a few seconds. Hopkins recovered, and so did Professor George Old.

He didn't speak, just stretched out his hand and opened the elevator door, and then walked out. The rest of the people followed him, turned a few corners, and then walked into a room that looked like an office.

The location here is above the factory area, and you can directly see the huge space below from the window, the busy people, and the complex equipment that are still being transported and assembled.

But old George didn't look out, but quietly got behind the work, rubbed his stiff face, and finally said: "Actually, I'm not sure, do you know what you're talking about?" I thank you for everything you have done to the teacher. Without you, the death of the teacher will definitely remain unclear, and his painstaking efforts will never be seen again.

But you don't really have to say that.

I am an academic theorist, and the people below are engaged in practical technical research. We are not soldiers on the battlefield. We also have passion, but we do not accept such deceptive incentives.

This is also a kind of respect for us. "

His tone was very gentle, and even up to this moment, he still maintained his gratitude to Sherlock, but his gentle words were loud.

Giving hope and deceiving are two different things.

"It's very difficult for one person to control 60 demons," Sherlock said.

"Of course." Professor George nodded.

In fact, it is not [difficult], but [impossible].

He didn't know why Sherlock asked such a question, because he learned from Catherine that the detective in front of him was already a second-tier contractor, and he had no reason to ask such a question.

As for Sherlock.
Well, he actually knows that [manipulating 70 demons] such a statement must be a fantasy in the eyes of ordinary people.

But he had to say it, because only in this way can these people see some hope and get them motivated.

Half a year ago, Sherlock became a contractor, and half a month after that, he had already started to control two Corruption Dogs, and not long after, he was able to control more than a dozen demons, and an ashen horse The carriage was wandering around in hell, and on the day of holy love, he controlled nearly thirty demons to do things in various places in London, just to cover for the holy son.

As for officially entering the second stage, there are dozens of demons in hell, waiting for the battle all the time.

These, in fact, are just demons parasitized by tentacles, not counting the tentacles themselves like the tide.

Under this sense, he seems to have some vague understanding of the number of demons' manipulations, so he didn't adjust his tone when he spoke, which made the other party feel that there was some kind of disrespect in his words .

"Where's that machine? It's the soul visualization device. Is it still in that factory building?" Sherlock asked suddenly, and then looked through the window of the office, looking in the direction of the factory building.

Old George was taken aback, then frowned and looked at Hopkins.

The meaning is very clear, because that device is very important, so its location must not be disclosed to others, and Sherlock has not officially become a tester, how does he know the location of that machine?

Hopkins said comfortingly: "Please don't be nervous, I will absolutely perform my duties, I have not told anyone the location of the instrument, as for why this guy knows where the machine is, it is because, well, that thing is his moved here."

"Ah?" Old George was taken aback for a moment, then blinked and looked at Sherlock again: "Well, you are not just a detective, but what are you going to do?"

"I want to show you my abilities." Sherlock said bluntly:
"I did the math just now, time is really tight, so if possible, I hope to start the experiment today. And what I just said sounds a little ridiculous, so I need to prove it to you, only you believe it, and then Only then can the group of people under you believe it."

After hearing this answer, Old Professor George narrowed his eyes. He looked at Sherlock's face for a long, long time, and finally realized that the other party didn't seem to be teasing him.

But what ability does this guy want to show?
Could it be that he can really be used by sixty or seventy people alone?
Reason told old George what an absurd idea this was, but, looking into the eyes of the detective in front of him, he immediately thought of his teacher's death, the hard work of the past 30 years, and the teacher's experiments every night. In the living room, holding an old family portrait, he touched it carefully, trembling all over in order not to make a choking sound.

I thought of what my teacher said to me many years ago:
"People like us don't deserve love and family."

Old George is almost 50 years old this year. It is because of that sentence that he will not marry for the rest of his life because his rationality tells him that since he has dedicated his life to scientific research, he is not worthy of any other feelings.

However, after thinking about it, he became angry and unwilling.

Why does the teacher have paid so much, and in the end, 30 years of hard work can only be reduced to a joke.

If these are all jokes, then jokes should also be extremely powerful!
A wave of the same joke-like blood surged into his heart. He looked at the detective in front of him, thought of the other's joke-like remarks, and slowly stood up:
"I'm fucking crazy, but... let's go, I'll take you to the warehouse."

(End of this chapter)