big devil holmes

Chapter 221 Two days
Hopkins frowned, wondering who would call him at this late hour?

He rolled out of bed, then went to the phone by the wall and picked it up.

"Hey?"

Still immersed in the drowsiness that had just brewed, his eyes were a little blurred, and his voice was slightly slurred, but in the next second, his eyeballs began to open wider and wider, and his mouth also opened, and he stood upright in his pajamas. Beside the wall, maintain this posture for a full ten seconds.
Finally, he slowly opened his mouth and said:

"You said, what do you mean you're done?"

On the other end of the phone, Sherlock's voice sounded as if nothing had happened: "Ah, I have a contract with that guy, so let's start our training tonight."

"." Hopkins was silent again. In fact, it wasn't that his ears were bad. He had already heard what the other party said, but he still couldn't react for a while, so he couldn't help asking: "What did you say?" Who is that guy?"

"Crimson."

"Oh." Hopkins pinched himself with his hands to make sure he was asleep and dreaming, but there was no change in his tone, only a calmness after something broke: "But, Didn't you stick the connection device on that guy yesterday?"

"Yes, but counting today's daytime, isn't it two days? That machine is much more powerful than we imagined." Sherlock said: "Anyway, don't waste time, you are a Tier [-] contractor You won't die if you sleep less. Come and train me."

"okay."

Hopkins responded calmly, then hung up.

After that, I didn't change clothes immediately, but continued to stand by the wall, but my body was a little wobbly, so I just leaned against the wall, and then I didn't know what happened, so I didn't feel like standing, so I let my body slide down slowly against the wall .

That machine looks really powerful
Hopkins doesn't know much about the experience of using the brainwaves of a third-order big demon, converting them into lines, and comparing them with human brainwaves in real time.

But
but! ! ! !
What Sherlock meant was that it took him two days to establish a link with that crimson, right?

Is this really the reason why that machine is powerful?
"Ha ha."

"Hahaha----"

Hopkins didn't know why, he suddenly squatted by the wall and laughed, nervously: "Two days. So it's been two days~~~ Hee hee hee, no problem, it's normal Is not it."

No one knew what happened to Hopkins. Anyway, he soon came to the secret factory outside London, and he looked radiant.

In fact, he didn't want to do this, but during the whole experiment, he arranged for himself as a trainer, so he could only accept Sherlock's cognitive baptism over and over again, just like a tragic "shocked machine". In the end, I can only put on the attitude of accepting it, being free and easy, and feeling that everything should be like this.

Along the corridor he often walked these days, he quickly came to the gate of the training ground, and then pushed the door open.

Inside the door, the Tier [-] big demon called [Crimson] had already come out of the container filled with the demon tranquilizer, and was standing in the center of the field, with its head slightly lowered, its back still pierced. There are countless long needles, and liquids of various colors flow in the pipes, just like an ancient warrior wearing a colorful cloak. Because of the gust of wind, the cloak behind him was blown away, and it shot straight into the sky, appearing domineering.

In addition, there are all kinds of huge patches on the huge body, especially the head, which is almost surrounded by thick steel rings, just like those people with curly hair on the street. Like a lady, it looks a bit nondescript when paired with that explosive body.

And right in front of this big demon, there was still a tiny figure standing.

That's Sherlock.
At this moment, this guy still wears the helmet full of wires on his head, and a thick and long wire hangs from the ground, extending all the way to the wall on the edge of the training ground.

Hopkins took a deep breath, told himself repeatedly, accept the status quo, and then walked towards the other party.

"Oh, you're here." Sherlock didn't look at him, but held a long, long note in his hand and looked at it again and again. There were complicated lines on the note. Hopkins didn't know how the soul could be. He didn't know how to fiddle with the video device, so he didn't ask much.

In fact, Sherlock just checked to see if there was any change in the connection between himself and those little tentacles.

Because there is a preconceived concept that a human can only contract one demon, after forcibly connecting with wild demons through the soul visual device, the contractor will gradually alienate from the original demon. This can be seen from the experience of Professor Darwin I can tell.

But Sherlock seems to be different. He and his own demon, that is, the feeling that the soul lines between those tentacles completely overlap, as if those tentacles and himself are one.

In short, after accepting the brain wave experiment of nearly a hundred small demons, he and his tentacles did not show any sign of separation, and it was still the same after forming a contract with this third-tier big demon.

Sherlock didn't know what this was all about, but it was a good sign for him, after all, those tentacles were very used to them.

"I established a connection with this guy more than two hours ago, but I always feel a little stiff in my movements." Sherlock said, and then looked at Hopkins with a look of curiosity.

And the latter nodded.

"I understand how you feel. The first time I came into contact with a Tier [-] big demon, no matter who I am, I am not used to it, and I am not afraid of your jokes. When I was first promoted, I wanted my [Black Front] to make a move. The simplest move will give you a splitting headache. In comparison, you didn't vomit here on the spot, which is already an extremely potential performance.

In fact, if you want to control the third-order great demon, you must first adapt to his body shape, weight, and movement methods. These are the most basic concepts. It’s hard to understand, it takes a long time to get used to, so it’s normal to feel stiff at the beginning, we can start training from the movement of [turning the head].”

"Is that so?" Sherlock definitely has no experience in interacting with third-order great demons, so in some respects, he must respect Hopkins' suggestion: "Okay, but before that, I want you to see Look at my problem."

After all, he had a thought.

I saw the crimson in front of me suddenly turned around, then leaned forward, bent its back, almost bent into a big tight bow, and then, only heard a bang, its slender and huge body It shot straight forward in an instant, kicking up dust all the way on the ground. It only took a very short time to rush to the edge of the huge field, and then the crimson waist twisted, and the five fingers clasped the ground firmly. Suddenly came a fierce 180-degree turn, and then rushed back towards the origin.

This set of crazy sprints only took a few seconds back and forth. During the impact of his legs and the ground, Hopkins almost felt the vibration of the ground.

And after the big demon rushed back again, its lower limbs suddenly bent and exerted force, and all the inertia was forcibly removed. During the switch between movement and stillness, it was already standing on the origin again, and the flying sand and rocks behind it followed a beat later. Coming up, together with the dozens of huge pipes above it like a waterfall sloping, making dense bangs.

Sherlock raised the dust around him, walked to Crimson's side, and pointed to the ground.

"Look, I want it to stop here, but it always comes back a long way.

Compared with that contract demon of yours, there is a big gap between this level of precision."

"."

Hopkins was silent, and after a few seconds, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Indeed, this big demon's movement is not very accurate, it will shift when running, and it can't achieve an instant transition between movement and static, and its movements are too large, so it can't achieve the concept of "fineness". It is indeed much worse than that.

But
"How long have I been fucking third level? You have only been in two days from start to finish"

He murmured weakly to himself, then sighed:
"That, the head-turning training just mentioned, I don't need it for the time being."

"Don't need it anymore?" Sherlock frowned, looking a little worried: "Actually, I think it's better for us to keep our feet on the ground and start with the basics."

"No need." Hopkins said earnestly: "Please believe me, there is really no need. Also... please don't ask why, I want to be quiet, just for a while."

(End of this chapter)