big devil holmes

Chapter 224 People, always need a break
In the cafeteria of the factory area, champagne, music, drunkenness, crying and laughter are mixed together.

In the extended space of the factory area, there is only tranquility.
Those slender tentacles penetrated into [Crimson]'s body little by little, covering every inch of its nerves slowly and meticulously, silently, and the tranquility reached the extreme, giving it a thrilling feeling.

Sherlock has manipulated all kinds of demons, which is absolutely incredible for normal people, but in fact, he has never controlled any creature in hell according to the contract training method of the Holy See.

What's more, he hasn't even experienced any training with his own body contract demons, those tentacles, because the level of tacit understanding between them seems to require no training at all, and those little guys know how to light cigarettes for themselves .Training shit, do you want them to pour tea for themselves, wash clothes and fold quilts?
Oh, actually, now.

In short, Sherlock controls all demons through these tentacles, which is the way he is most familiar with and used to.
But now, the experiment in this factory area has basically been settled, and the rest is the follow-up finishing work, so there is no need to continue testing this crimson.

So she also let Sherlock want to try, whether he can control a third-order big demon.

Not through the forced contract of the soul line, but through my favorite and best way to make this demon my own!

Although Sherlock is still only a Tier [-] contractor, but in his first stage, he once occupied a Tier [-] demon in hell, so by analogy, now he occupies a Tier [-] demon, and is There should be no problem with the demons who have established a brain domain link with themselves.

The tiny tentacles are still spreading within the huge body. In terms of volume alone, a [Crimson] is much larger than a carrion dog, so the time will naturally be longer. Therefore, in the tranquility, a Two figures, one big and one small, stood facing each other. Sherlock felt his spirit slowly wandering and spreading in that huge body, like a realm in hell, becoming his own little by little. Muscles, every bone, streams of heat like a hell breeze flowed along with my mind, filling the huge meridians and flesh and blood!
Finally, Sherlock slowly opened his eyes.
The huge crimson in front of him also slowly opened his eyes. Those pupils, which had been soaked in the demon tranquilizer for an unknown number of times, seemed no longer lifeless, and even blinked a bit. Under the moonlight, An imperceptible brilliance bloomed for a moment.

In the cafeteria of the factory area, Hopkins and Watson sat in the same corner as last time, with not too much food in front of each of them, and not much wine in the glass.

Tonight is undoubtedly the most relaxing and enjoyable night for these scientific researchers who have worked hard for a month. They drank wine, talked, laughed and yelled, some couples hugged each other, and some female staff members were After drinking, they took off their heavy glasses, and the blush on their faces made them show a beauty that they could never have imagined in the past.

Watson is not an experimenter in the factory area, but he has gained a lot of admiration due to his brief appearance half a month ago. In these few 10 minutes, four or five girls came over, and with the strength of alcohol, they wanted to I wanted to ask him to dance or leave a contact information, but he refused them all gently. During this period, a female executive in her 40s even kissed him on the face very chicly. Pukins' expression froze.

"You know, if you weren't sitting here, there should be quite a few girls who would strike up a conversation with me." He muttered.

"Of course, in fact, if they know that you are a noble clergyman, they will look at you more admiringly." Watson said.

A few days ago, he disappeared for a while, and he didn't know where he went, but Sherlock and Hopkins were both busy, so they didn't care about it.

"By the way, what about Sherlock, why aren't you here yet?"

The dance party held in the cafeteria had already started for almost an hour, and the entire factory area had been notified, but Sherlock was nowhere to be seen.

"During this time, he's been very interested in that big third-tier demon." Hopkins said, thinking that he was a little struggling under the opponent's offensive a few days ago, he sighed helplessly : "It is estimated that he is in the training area again, why don't you call him, so as not to miss today's meal."

In the corridor, Watson and Hopkins walked side by side.

In fact, Hopkins was a little envious of the doctor next to him, because he was just an ordinary person, so he didn't need to realize how amazing Sherlock's talent in contracts was.

And if it is too amazing, it already seems a little scary. Although it is not enough to reach the point where it is stronger than itself, but how long has it been? If a few months pass, or a few years pass, won't this guy become A character who is also extremely powerful in combat.

Walking through the familiar corridor and taking the elevator all the way down, the two soon came to the extension training room. Hopkins took a deep breath
It was messed up by that fellow Sherlock, and every time he opened the door, he had to do some mental construction. Who knows what tricks he made inside?
"Squeak."

There was no sound in the quiet corridor, so the sound of the door turning was very clear.

Some wind blew out from the crack in the door, and scattered a few wisps of moonlight on the steps in front of the door. The inside of the door was extremely quiet.

while looking in
I saw a huge body standing in the moonlight.

Hopkins wondered if the word standing could describe the posture of the demon in front of him at this moment, because it was not standing with two legs, but with one arm. No, it was two fingers.

That streamlined body is hanging upside down in the center of this huge space with its legs together in a straight posture, but only the tips of two fingers touch the ground at its lower end.

It was so straight, like a picture hanging upside down, motionless, I don’t know how long it lasted like this, quiet, solemn, not even trembling, silent, like those steep and straight cliffs in the mountains , or the boulder that cuts off the flowing water at the lower end of the waterfall.
And under this magnificent spectacle, a figure in a windbreaker was leaning against a finger, his eyes were lowered wearily, his head was tilted, and he was snoring lightly.

Sherlock is so tired, he's human too, and he needs a break.
(End of this chapter)