big devil holmes

Chapter 207 How long has it been?

In the huge factory area, people are busy. Nearly a hundred demons are sorted into categories, those experimental equipment are carefully assembled into groups, huge screws are drilled into the ground, and the dust removal equipment and steam escape pipes on the wall are all assembled. .

In short, compared with a few days ago, the entire factory area is completely different. Sherlock can't understand these cutting-edge and complicated things, but he can feel the professionalism of these technicians and the temporary construction. What a terrifying technological content the factory contains.

However, all of this seems to be falling asleep. Those hard-working technicians are just completing the work in hand mechanically. I am in a good mood because I don't know why I am doing these things.

Everything seems extremely absurd
Professor George Romanis pushed open the door of the elevator and walked into the thick and absurd atmosphere. He raised his head slightly and looked forward instead of looking to the sides.

It's not that he is posing as the person in charge of the factory, but that he dare not look at the people around him. He is afraid that one of his side glances will meet someone's gaze. The person asked, why do we still stay here? , but I couldn't give an answer.

So he could only walk forward as if no one else was there, and he also knew that the detective who followed behind him was the one who revealed the truth about his teacher's death to the public.

He was grateful to the other party, and knew that Mr. Sherlock must be an absolute genius in the field of detectives, but...he said that he could make this ridiculous experiment feasible.
Old George is a professional scientific researcher, he knows what this experiment requires, so he can't believe the other party's words. At this moment, he just relies on the blindness and bloodiness of that moment, as well as the admiration and admiration for the results of his teacher's lifelong experiment. Unwilling, he led this person to the room at the end of the factory.

This move is irrational, so... I may, just want to find a reason that can make me give up all this willingly.

Finally, after passing the attention of countless people, they finally came to the door of the factory building. Old George opened the door, and the extremely precise huge instrument also appeared in front of his eyes, still the same as a few days ago , it just lay there quietly without anyone moving.

"What do I need to do?" Sherlock walked into the room and said lightly.

"Huh?" Professor George was slightly taken aback, not quite understanding the meaning of this sentence.

Didn't the other party say that he wanted to show himself his ability, why now he asked himself the other way around.

Perhaps seeing the professor's doubts, Sherlock explained: "I don't know much about the data needed for the experiment, so I want to know how far I have to go to make you hopeful about this experiment." .”

Professor George Romanis had a wry smile in his heart. Under such circumstances, what the other party thought was not 'how far I can do', but 'how much I need to do';
It's like in an important exam that determines the future of life, a candidate suddenly asks "how many points do I need to take?" It seems very strange.

So for a while, the old professor didn't know how to answer. After thinking for a while, he finally said:

"If you calculate it in terms of time, if one person wants to undertake the data test of 60 people, then you need at least one hour to form a contract with a small demon."

After finishing speaking, he let out a deep breath, like a death row prisoner, waiting for the final sentence.

Immediately after
"Okay, let's find a small wild devil." Sherlock said.

Professor George Romanis's muscles tensed for a moment. He raised his head and looked at the other party in surprise, as if trying to discern whether the other party really knew what he was talking about. A few seconds passed like this. , he was finally unbelievably sure that this Mr. Detective really seemed to want to show himself something.

one second—

two seconds—

When the silence reached the third second, the old professor turned around suddenly, walked to a phone hanging on the wall, pulled down the receiver a little roughly, and shouted at the person on the other end after pressing a certain button: "Send me a small wild devil! Quick!!"

His voice was a little loud, maybe because he was nervous, maybe he wanted to show some confidence, anyway, he gave the order so straightforwardly, he didn't ask much, and he didn't question anything, because he felt that he seemed to have caught A miracle is in the palm of my hand, I dare not let go to take a look, let alone think about it, for fear that the miracle will suddenly turn into a butterfly and fly away.

Soon, a staff member walked into the factory carrying a large cage. Old Professor George snatched the cage from the other party's hand, then gasped slightly, stared at Sherlock in front of him and said:
"Please... show it to me!"

"Okay." Sherlock said, and then naturally walked to the machine.

Thinking, idea, or soul, this thing has been the most mysterious and unobservable since ancient times, just like the ubiquitous holy light.

However, Professor Darwin used a certain method to make the thinking appear as a line. What a genius idea this is, and he discovered that the closer the lines between humans and demons are, the closer the contract will be. What an astonishing scientific achievement.

Now, all of this is condensed in the huge machine in front of him, and a person is putting the helmet filled with various lines on his head.
Professor George Romanis swallowed. He carried the small demon to the other side of the huge machine and opened the cage.The small demon inside has been firmly bound by steel, so he can easily install a brain wave collection patch for it.

Of course, Professor George is not a low-level scientific researcher. He can't do this kind of work anyway. But at this moment, he didn't let anyone intervene, and even drove out the subordinate who sent the demon. He wanted to do it himself, and he didn't trust others to do it.

His eyebrows were slightly frowned, he was extremely serious, his hands were steady, and his eyes did not blink, as if he was afraid of making a slight mistake.

Finally, after 5 minutes, the collection patch was completely placed. It was not a heavy job, but Professor George Romanis wiped the sweat left on his forehead.

"Okay. Let's start." He whispered.

Sherlock nodded, then pressed a button beside him.

Buzz! ! ! !

The machine behind made a huge roar, probably because of the construction materials, the sound was particularly dull in the factory building, the ground began to vibrate, and the walls around surrounded the roar, resonating and passing back and forth, and finally The sound is like a steam train running at full speed, neighing and roaring.
Outside the factory, all the staff were attracted by the sudden sound. They looked in the same direction in surprise, not understanding why the machine was activated. Some people walked towards it curiously, but the door was closed. So I can only stand outside and watch. As the roar inside gets louder, more and more people gather around. They just get together so quietly, but they don’t know why they want to gather around. What are you looking forward to again.

In short, I just feel that on the other side of that door, something seems to be slowly waking up.
And in the factory building, Professor George Romanis held a long piece of paper with various lines drawn on it spit out from the end of the machine, motionless, as if petrified.

Hopkins is a judge, of course he doesn't understand these things, Watson is a doctor, from a medical point of view, he may have some understanding of this kind of theoretical knowledge, but when it comes to [soul lines] and demons, he will eventually Still a layman.

Therefore, these two people don't know what happened at this moment, let alone whether this guy Sherlock can succeed. They can only watch the face of Professor George Romanis nervously.

Then I found that the other party's expression became more and more serious and tense. I don't know if the hands holding the note were shaking because of the vibration of the machine. The shaking became more and more violent, and finally it was like As if he was going through something that suffocated him, he stared at him, and suddenly let out a sharp cry with unknown meaning, and fell down to the ground with a plop!
"Is it all right?" Watson walked over, wondering if he should help him up.

The old professor just raised his head blankly, and looked at Watson standing beside him:
"How long has it been?" His voice seemed hoarse.

"Nearly ten minutes," replied Watson.

Immediately afterwards, he found that the old professor, who was slumped on the ground, was holding the note spit out of the machine with great care, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in his life. The eyes that have been dry for so many years are actually full of tears.

(End of this chapter)