big devil holmes

Chapter 23 The Possibility of Genius

His tone was very light, even a little depressed that he couldn't light a cigarette.

But it inexplicably reveals a huge arrogance and self-confidence. In this era when the contractor gradually became the mainstay of the empire, the Holy See and faith maintained the social structure, and the Holy Light and believers spread to every corner of the world.

He is a mortal who has not been canonized by a contractor, a commoner in Lower London, and a private detective whose belief is not so firm, so unexpectedly, the old priest in front of him was slightly stunned.

Later, the admiration in the eyes of the old man did not weaken at all, and even became stronger: "Your canonization ceremony, I will call and arrange it for you in a while."

"Is it a little fast, I'm quite busy recently."

This kind of careless tone caused the old priest's admiration to collapse in an instant, and he slapped the edge of the bed hard: "Can you fucking pay attention to your attitude, I am a high priest, a clergyman of the Holy See! Is it possible that such a thing Want me to bow to you and discuss it?!"

"Okay." Sherlock nodded embarrassingly.

The old priest cast a glance at him, then resumed the demeanor that a priest should have, and said slowly: "Also, I am going to give you a very good job as a thank you for saving me from London." The Public Security Management Association needs a detective. This is an institution jointly established by the Holy See and the government. It usually deals with some demonic invasions or strange incidents. The church sometimes sends out some tasks, and "

Before he finished speaking, Sherlock interrupted with a smirk:

"That... I've been really busy recently"

"This agency is much stronger than your private detective status. During the mission, you can directly get the full cooperation of the city's sheriff and police station."

Sherlock scratched the tip of his nose, looking at a broken stone beneath his feet.

"£15 a month, £16 without accommodation."

"Oh." Sherlock still didn't care about it.

"Also, you have the right to view all case files in the entire city. If the Holy See has any difficult cases, you will be asked to cooperate."

Sherlock finally raised his head: "Can I participate in cases involving the Holy See?"

"Of course, if your ability is valued enough, there may even be some very difficult, difficult, and unimaginable cases. If you are just an ordinary private detective in the lower city, it is impossible for you to come into contact with such cases in your life."

The old priest didn't hide it any more, and just put on a rascal expression of 'I knew you would like this'.

Sherlock hesitated, then laughed, brazenly flattered.

"God. Praise the Holy Light!"

But then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he added with a smile on his eyes:

"But first, I'm only interested in the case, and I don't care about the rest."

Sherlock walked out of the tent, and the rain on the long street gradually thinned. After a while, the door curtain was lifted again, and Catherine walked in.

The trial nun never seemed to like being accompanied by waiters, and she didn't even like holding an umbrella, so her hair and body were wet after she came in.

However, the rainwater flowing on the surface of the skin seemed to be absorbed quickly, as if the dry vegetation was nourished, and her mental state at this time seemed to be much better than before.

"Why do you admire him so much?" she said directly.

"Isn't it worth admiring that a commoner killed a Tier [-] contractor?"

"Deacon Bader died of a sacrifice." Catherine said, but after hesitating for a while, she let go of her attitude helplessly: "Well, this detective is indeed capable, but is it just because of this?"

The old priest lay back on the bed tiredly, but there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Of course it's not just because of this. If I'm not mistaken, this Mr. Detective is undoubtedly a genius."

"Genius? Didn't he even have a dream of awakening?"

"Haha, I'm not talking about talent, but about his personal talent. You were far away at the time, so you probably didn't see the shots he fired clearly." The old priest closed his eyes slightly, as if he began to recall the unimaginable scene before : "When that guy shot, it was calculated."

Catherine was startled suddenly: "Calculation?!"

"That's right, the position, the speed of the bullet, and even the route of Badr's action are all included in the calculation.

Moreover, in the first shot, he must have discovered in advance that Deacon Bader was still alive;

He is not yet a contractor, so he must not be able to perceive the changes in the power of the abyss in the smoke, so this young man can only judge it through his own way, maybe reasoning, or some other way, in short, better than you, better than me , be quick! "

Following the old priest's explanation, Catherine's expression became more solemn, and he couldn't help but recall the scene when he stood on the top of the bell tower and watched the strange figure running below.

It's so weird, it seems that all the mud and obstacles can't affect his speed, every time he crosses and lands is so strange, like a water waterfall falling horizontally, he piles up his strength with strength, pushing his body forward turbulently. push out.

Could it be that this is also the result of calculation and reasoning in advance?

At this point in her thoughts, she finally looked at the old priest in surprise: "You mean, he is a manipulative contractor?"

"That's right, like me, he is the type that can control demons from a distance, so as long as his contracted creature is not so bad, in time, he will definitely have higher achievements than me."

Listening to the old priest's evaluation, Catherine finally nodded for the first time.

Contractors of the control system are very rare, because it requires them to have extremely strong reactions, reasoning, calculations, imagination, memory, willpower, and so on. Maybe their frontal combat power is not so strong, but their functionality is undoubtedly There is no way to reproduce it, just because of the fact that "it can control a demon at a distance of tens of meters, or even hundreds of meters", it has an advantage that others cannot match.

But Catherine also knows that the disadvantage of this kind of contractor is that it consumes a lot of brain, and the specific reasons will be discussed later;

In short, the brain must be like an overclocked steam turbine for the extremely powerful deduction in Sherlock's previous battle. If it is in an overloaded state for a long time, it may directly burn the brain.

Therefore, it is almost impossible for manipulative contractors to evolve to the third stage. After all, manipulating large demons must exceed the upper limit of the human brain.

And at this moment, beside a ruin outside the tent;

Sherlock didn't smoke, which made him feel a little unhappy, so he sat casually on a collapsed rock, looking up at the rain falling from the sky.

The dense rain entered his sight.

Among them, a drop of rain will fall on the tip of his nose after 0.7 seconds, and then flow down the cheek from the right side, converging with the previous rainwater into threads, and sinking into the edge of the neckline.

The wind in the night is gradually thinning, the temperature is kept at 5 degrees Celsius, and the sound of footsteps can be heard sporadically in the distance, and these sounds are naturally condensed into some kind of picture in his thinking:
Two aftermath personnel on the battlefield are carrying a discarded armor. One of them is over 190 centimeters tall, and the other has just twisted his left foot. Farther away, a wounded soldier is already howling. After more than 5 minutes, his ankle was completely broken. The medical staff over there should be reminded not to bandage it too hard, otherwise the broken bone will be displaced.

there are farther
Farther and farther.
The sound, the rain, the breeze, the light, the howling——

These countless messages merged into a river in Sherlock's mind, flowing silently.

If Catherine or the old priest knew, his calculative reasoning ability was not explosive brain overload, but just a subconscious normal state.

I don't know how shocked they will be.

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