big devil holmes

Chapter 213 My future
Everything in his sight was spinning, and his head seemed to have been slit open, and then a thick stick was used to stir it inside.

After a long time, he finally forcibly adapted to the dizziness, and then he found himself lying in the infirmary of the factory area, his hands and feet were tied, and a wooden stick was tightly strangled around his mouth, between his teeth, trying to After a while, I found that I couldn't speak at all, and my throat was broken, and I could only whimper.

There was a young girl lying beside the bed, perhaps startled by the sound, she raised her head slowly, it seemed that she had been accompanying her all the time, I don't know how long it had been, she was too tired, so she lay down beside the bed and took a nap , her hazy eyes were a little red, looking at Jamie who was looking at her, she froze for a moment, as if she thought she was dreaming, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally burst into a momentary look.

"Are you awake?!" She said a little excitedly.

This girl's name is Rebecca. In fact, she is not a very important person, because she is only responsible for the last data maintenance work in the entire experimental team. The only thing that can be mentioned about her may be her relationship with Jamie has known each other since childhood, and then entered the School of Life Sciences together. Adhering to the identity and experience of childhood sweethearts, she also naturally likes Jamie.

Of course, it is impossible for Jamie, a proud person like heaven, to care about such feelings, so Rebecca has always been irrelevant, and she knows this herself, and never disturbs the other party, but after this experimental accident, she But he was the only one who was willing to accompany the other person's bedside.

Seeing Jamie scrambling about and trying to break free, Rebecca's eyes flashed a trace of worry: "Don't move, I tied you up because I'm afraid you'll struggle and hurt yourself, and that wooden stick is too. , When you were sleeping just now, you had epilepsy symptoms 7 times, if you bite your tongue, it will kill you."

She comforted, gently stroking Jamie's forehead, and found that the body temperature was at least normal, so she was a little relieved.

Jamie couldn't talk, and Rebecca sat alone on the edge of the bed:
"The crawler conveyor in the factory fell over, and many demons ran out. There was chaos at the time, but fortunately, the machine was not damaged."

Thinking that the other party might still be a little confused about what happened, he told him:

"I know you are very confident in yourself, but this time you are a little anxious. Why do you try it alone? At least discuss it with the people in the group."

Her voice was not loud, because she knew that Jamie was a person with high self-esteem, and if she didn't consider her tone, she might touch the most sensitive nerve of the other party.

But no matter how careful you are, it won't help. Such a big thing happened after all, and in the final analysis, it was all his fault. Even if he wanted to comfort him, he couldn't find a reasonable entry point. Be careful, the more regretful Jamie felt, the more self-blaming, the more sore and painful, he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it, but he was tied up and couldn't move.

Seeing Jamie like this, Rebecca felt even more distressed. She probably felt that he felt extremely sad and blamed himself when he heard that the factory fell. In fact, she heard that Jamie had been removed from the experimental group. She probably waited until all the processes were over. Even more severe punishments will be imposed on him, but she dare not tell the other party these things at all, for fear that he will not be able to bear it and faint again.

So quickly comforted:

"Don't feel bad, actually the factory area didn't suffer much damage, because Mr. Sherlock and his partner were there, and they quelled the chaos. Although it sounds unbelievable, it's really just the two of them. A smile bloomed in Rebecca's eyes: "So you didn't actually cause too much trouble. Maybe the factory will resume normal work tomorrow. Have you heard of Mr. Sherlock Holmes? He is a very powerful person, when you are almost recovered, you should thank him."

Because the old Professor George hid Sherlock's identity very tightly, so now no one knows that the person who actually controls the machine in that room is this person, and his appearance during this riot only caused people in the factory to Some people thought he was an extremely tough security guard.

Therefore, Rebecca did not feel that her words hurt the seriously injured person in front of her. After all, Jamie is a genius who focuses on wisdom, and it is impossible to praise a person in charge of security in front of him. What effect does it have.

So, as she said, she carefully used the actions of Sherlock and Watson to comfort the man next to her, saying that the mess he caused had already been made up for by these two gentlemen, don't worry, Don't be sad, I didn't notice that Jamie's body was no longer struggling, and his eyes were no longer stubborn and aggrieved just now, just slumped on the bed in a daze, as if he had aged several years.

at this time
"Boom~boom~boom~"

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in!"

Rebecca said, and then the door was pushed open, and an extremely beautiful man walked in.

After seeing Watson come in, Rebecca stood up quickly and bowed to him very gratefully.

Recalling that just a few hours ago, I was standing next to this beautiful man. At that time, a demon suddenly rushed over. Fortunately, the opponent raised a knife and fell, which prevented me from being hurt. For a moment, Rebecca subconsciously changed her breathing rhythm for the opponent's figure, the fingers pinching the handle of the knife, and that gentlemanly and extremely beautiful smile.

What surprised her even more was that such a person was actually a doctor.

At that time, because of the emergency, Watson saw that Jamie was about to burp, so he had to do some rescue measures for him, otherwise this guy might really die in the factory.

And now he is just adhering to his job as a doctor, coming to take a look at the patient's condition, and seeing that the person is already awake, he will not stay any longer.

"Wait, your hand."

Just when Watson was about to leave, Rebecca saw the wound on the other's forearm, and subconsciously called out to him.

When Watson heard this, he looked at his hands, then turned to look at Rebecca.

"Thank you for your concern, beautiful lady. It's just a minor injury, I'll take care of it myself." After speaking, he smiled, opened the door and left the ward.

The whole process was very short, probably only a few minutes, but Rebecca's breathing rhythm changed several times, and after seeing the other party's last smile, her cheeks turned a little red.

She has been an unknown girl since she was a child. Even if she has excellent grades, she has some good talents in mathematics, and she is not ugly, but it may be because of her personality and always likes to wear thick-bottomed glasses. The sense of presence in the crowd is extremely low.

No one has ever shown such a gentle smile to himself
She has never been in a relationship, and she has never expected anyone to like her. Even though Jamie, who grew up together, has never looked at herself directly, she still pays attention to each other passively.

Anyway, Rebecca was such a girl.

But today, there was a man who saved his life. That man was so gentle and beautiful. To be honest, how could it be possible for a girl not to have daydreams of beauty and happiness.

So at a certain moment just now, her heart throbbed naturally, but she definitely didn't expect to have any intersection with the other party. In fact, she didn't dare to let the other party know her name.

He just rubbed his cheeks, and took a last look at the closed door of the ward.

And all of this was seen by Jamie lying on the bed.
"Woooooo-"

"woo woo woo woo--"

His eyes seemed to have lost their brilliance, and some inaudible sobs came out of his mouth, but the girl beside the bed seemed to be still thinking about the smile just now, for a while, he didn't hear it.
Watson was walking in the corridor of the factory area. He had nothing to do these days. He just came here occasionally to see if there was anything Sherlock needed to help him. As a result, by coincidence, he caught up with this incident. Son.

A large number of demons broke free, and the factory area was in chaos. Although this kind of scene was not impossible for him, it was indeed a bit difficult.

Of course, Watson is not an ordinary person. He has a very strong frontal combat capability, and even has the confidence to retreat from a huge wave of demons. Otherwise, it would be impossible for an ordinary person to become a field military doctor.

However, the strength of ordinary people cannot be compared with the contractor after all. Maybe now, he can be compared with Sherlock to some extent, but after another three years, five years later, Sherlock will definitely not be who he is now. look.

He has probably reached the third level, and even made some other tricks, and as a mortal, will it be difficult to keep up with the opponent's footsteps at that time?
For some reason, Watson was a little worried, and his beautiful brows frowned slightly.

Because he really thinks that mixing with Sherlock is a very good experience, whether it is the interesting life at this time, or the vision and changes of the future society visible to the naked eye.

But if one day, I started to drag the other party's hind legs, it would be uncomfortable. Just like today, although I and Sherlock solved the chaotic scene together, Sherlock was still able to handle it with ease, but I was injured.

Although it was a small injury, it also made Watson feel a little depressed.

Pushing open the door of the infirmary, Watson quickly found gauze, alcohol and other things with the doctor's intuition. After skilled wound treatment, he took out the lighter and burned the scalpel in his hand back and forth.

The scratches on the arm were not too big, but he still decided to remove the scraped flesh around the wound, so as to avoid any germs on those devil's claws, which would cause later inflammation and infection, and more importantly, to sew them up. Good looking, no scars.

Zi~ Zi~ Zi~
The scalpel was given by the old alcoholic who lived across from me. It looks no different from the one sold in the medical equipment store. The whole body is made of the same material, and the heat conduction is very fast. It became scorching hot, but Watson didn't care, just let the scorching heat burn his skin, and the pain made him feel more awake.

So, he began to think about his own future, Sherlock's future, the future of human society, those pursuits, those longings, the cognition of beautiful things, and whether he, as a human being, can become stronger.
Time passed by little by little, and the fingertips holding the handle of the knife began to emit a trace of blue smoke, like a soldering iron, turning gently like self-torture, making the severe pain more and more clear and profound .

Suddenly, he froze for a moment, looking at the slightly red handle of the scalpel, his habitually squinted eyes slightly opened.

Because he seemed to have discovered something embedded in the handle of the knife.
(End of this chapter)