big devil holmes

Chapter 225 In the Tunnel
Let a ten-ton Tier [-] demon stand on its head
How strict is the control of details, the center of gravity, balance point, posture, every muscle of the body, and the strength must be precise to the limit.

with two fingers
To be honest, even if a person is allowed to do this action by himself, it is enough to be admirable enough to be more admirable.

And Sherlock was still sleeping at this time.

he!exist!sleep!Sleep!
Hopkins stood at the door, looked at the thrilling scene, took two deep breaths to calm his mind, and then straightened his back proudly, as if to say: "Look, I recovered in a few seconds!"

Watson next to him frowned slightly, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Is this kind of posture considered a very powerful operation among you contractors?"

"Of course." Hopkins nodded immediately, and then began to explain to Watson how terrible mental strength, brain calculations, etc., etc. are required to make such a huge demon do this kind of behavior. But Watson didn't pay much attention to listening, because he naturally felt that if only a powerful brain is needed, then it shouldn't be a normal thing for Sherlock to do it.
Anyway, since this day, Hopkins no longer actively asks for training with Sherlock. Instead, he starts to explain some basic knowledge and precautions when controlling the third-order big demon. The time is like this Little by little in the past, Sherlock has completed all the data output and storage of the "soul visual device", so his work is equivalent to ending ahead of schedule. These days, he just stays in the training ground for a while from time to time, training When it’s over, go home and sleep, full, but comfortable, everything seems to be moving in the best direction
The winter in London is not so long. It snowed again yesterday, but it melted quickly when it fell on the ground. The next day, it was blown by the wind for a day, but it did not freeze, but dried up the road. The warmth seemed to be coming gradually, and a few sparrows appeared, fluttering among the towering chimneys. There was no tender grass growing in the soil, but it could still make people feel a little bit of vitality.

Sherlock and Watson drove out of the city again along the familiar streets in the familiar carriage. Seeing that success was just around the corner, the detective still didn't feel too excited or relaxed, just blindly calmly.

In the past month or so, the inheritance ceremony of the empire has reached a feverish stage. At this moment, the elder council system, which has been criticized by countless political scholars for more than two centuries, finally showed some of their only usefulness, that is Ensure the fairness and openness of the inheritance ceremony.

In fact, in other words, religious beliefs cannot be separated, after all, the Holy Light is indeed protecting human beings; and imperial power must also exist, because human beings always live in groups, and the existence of society is an established fact; as for the will of the people. Well, the wishes of the people are, to some extent, a combination of money and productivity. Anyway, people have to work for society to function and funds to flow. Looking at it this way, before having a better system, those Bastards without assholes really can't be outlawed.

In short, under the check and balance of these three interests, the inheritance ceremony will not become a monopoly of a certain force.

Of course, no ordinary people are willing to look at the statistical data covering political achievements, employment rate, birth rate, financial expenditure, military expenditure, etc. They just habitually choose to believe in Augustine the Great as always, and, as they have been appearing in recent reports, The miraculous potion, which claims to be able to cure many diseases, can indeed give hope to the people who are suffering from illnesses.

In contrast, the so-called 'energy revolution' held by Franklin did not seem to attract much attention.

……

The carriage drove into the steel jungle made of steam pipes as usual, and followed the built asphalt path to the hidden factory area.

In fact, Franklin’s electric revolution is not really useless, it’s just that it lacks a carrier that can show its terrifying power. Those so-called productivity leaps and the release of labor force are simply incomprehensible to ordinary people, but if you tell the whole empire, there is a A power that can make human beings stand at the top of the world's food chain again, can beat those demons back to hell, can close and lock the gates of hell, and then weld them to a tight fit, then this kind of power, It will definitely be pushed to the altar.

And all of this is now hidden in this small factory on the outskirts of London, waiting for the day of the world.
"It seems... a little quiet." Watson looked out of the window and found that he didn't see those who usually patrolled, so he couldn't help saying.

Sherlock lifted the curtain on the carriage window, looked at the emptiness outside the window, and frowned slightly.

The carriage continued on, drove into the factory area, crossed the empty tunnel, and was stopped when it passed a small security post.

This car has traveled between the factories countless times in the past two months, and as long as anyone who has worked here, who doesn't know Sherlock, has never been stopped.

"Get out of the car!" A man in the uniform of the London Security Force came over and said fiercely.

Obviously, this is not the security personnel of the factory area
Sherlock and Watson got out of the car. They looked into the factory area and saw some newly erected searchlights. Several heavily armed explosion-proof personnel stood on both sides of the tunnel. The guns in their hands were obviously loaded. , and the sound of some heavy footsteps echoing, it can be heard that it is the sound of steam armor.

"People from Scotland Yard?" Watson asked with some doubts.

Sherlock looked at the police officer who was waiting in front of him, his hands on his waist, and the automatic bolt on his shoulders, and shook his head: "The people in Scotland Yard are all dealing with short-gun business in the urban area. Training, these people are soldiers, probably they were deployed in the past few days, and they are wearing Scotland Yard police uniforms."

After a few simple explanations, the two of them realized what had happened.
Facing the muzzles of several black holes, a group of people put up a shooting formation, and they were very vigilantly escorting the two of Sherlock to the side of the checkpoint, and there was a person standing there.

That Jamie Daniels who seems to have been forgotten long ago, in fact, Sherlock has never known his name. He only remembers his stupid use of the soul visualization device without authorization, which caused the experiment in the factory area to be delayed for two days.

But now, standing here, he could tell with his ass that this guy must have exposed the location of the factory area and Sherlock's whereabouts through some means.

"Hey, I'm so stupid." Watson squinted at the other party: "I shouldn't have saved you then."

Jamie Daniels ignored the doctor who saved his life, or in other words, deliberately avoided the other party's gaze, just looked at Sherlock expressionlessly, and said softly:
"This factory has been closed down because of malicious occupation of other people's property, private hiding of a large number of demons, and construction of harmful experimental facilities.

Citizen of Lower London, Sherlock Holmes
Suspected of killing 14 imperial servicemen at the Academy of Life Sciences two months ago, they are now being detained for review according to law and transferred to a court under the military region for trial. "

(End of this chapter)