big devil holmes

Chapter 233 Everything Unfolds Quietly
The winter in London this year came very early, and it ended so suddenly. At the end of December, those snowflakes that should have been flying suddenly became a little more humid, and then they were out of control again. Foreshadowing, it began to rain.

The pattering rain softened the harsh air a lot, suppressed the fog on the outskirts of the city, flattened the dust on the streets, and was blown by the sudden wind, giving London a rare sense of refreshment.Standing in the training area of ​​the outskirts of the factory, Sherlock looked at the huge demon quietly soaked in the demon tranquilizer in the distance. He took a breath of blues, and the pungentness flowed down his throat and rushed into his lungs, which made people inexplicably feel refreshed. A strange feeling intertwined with anticipation.

This morning, the empire ushered in another uproar.

In fact, there are too many amazing reports this month, so that the minds of the people of the empire have been buzzing, and they are immersed in a kind of excitement that is almost like taking hallucinogens every day, doubting the existence of the Holy Light. Could it be that after being enshrined for three hundred years, he finally felt satisfied, so he bestowed the best blessings on the world.

Otherwise, why can wild demons be controlled by humans?

Since Professor Darwin's previous results were released only to invited industry insiders, they did not receive much attention from the public, but this time, a headline in the Holy Journal made this most important event in the history of biological science The shocking research has officially entered the eyes of the people of the empire.

In fact, human beings are really a kind of extremely conceited creatures. Maybe they always think from the bottom of their bones that they should be the masters of this world. Even if they are not as tired as a dog because of hard work every day, they cannot tolerate their own In cognition, he is really inferior to a dog. Even if he is just a tramp at the bottom of the human group, he must be more noble than any other animals, flowers and plants at the moment of starving to death.

Therefore, when it is learned that wild demons can also be controlled, the gates of hell may be closed, and human beings will regain their position at the top of the world's biological chain.

The inherent cognition of race finally exploded into an unprecedented unity.

At this moment, almost all the inheritance of the emperor's throne and the potion for curing diseases have been forgotten, and everyone is paranoid in their minds. There is only one thought, and that is...
Human beings must be the masters of this world!
Of course, no one has noticed that this report is only a demonstration of the results, and whether it can be successfully demonstrated, or even successfully demonstrated, is still uncertain.

If in the end, all this only ended in a failure, it would be hard to imagine whether the scientific researchers related to this experiment would be drowned by the saliva of the people of the entire empire.

In the darkness, that scarlet light spot slowly extinguished, Sherlock threw the cigarette butt on the ground, pursed his dry lips,

"Can't sleep?" Old Professor George suddenly appeared beside him and asked calmly.

"I didn't sleep," Sherlock said. In the past few days, he has been obsessed with the perception and manipulation of Crimson, because when he moved from the first level to the second level, it was because he controlled a second level with his tentacles. Tier of demons.

Then he thought, now that he controls a third-tier demon, will he touch the threshold of the third-tier.

But after several days and nights of trying, he found that he didn't feel like he was going to be promoted.
However, his staying up all night, in the eyes of others, is a sign of nervousness.

Indeed, the results were about to be displayed, and the entire empire was notified of this information in advance before the finishing work of the experiment was completed, which meant that there was no way out.

Either perfectly shock the world, or be ready to meet the spittle of all the people of the empire, there is no third possibility.

"Actually, I didn't support your approach at the beginning. The emphasis on scientific research is to be down-to-earth, but it may be because you have given me too much shock during this period, so I subconsciously think that you can do it."

Old Professor George said earnestly, as if he was talking about his life insights with his students.

Of course he doesn't know, just to show the results of the experiment, for Sherlock, it is simply a simple matter, he can even control dozens of demons by himself, and cooperate with that third-order big guy, in all People are invited to dance face to face.

But Sherlock was too lazy to explain to Professor George, because no matter how he explained it, it might seem like a comfort to the other party's cognition.

"The location has been set. In a military base more than 900 kilometers away from London, the invited people will arrive within three days. Tomorrow night, you will take the steam locomotive rented by the factory to go there. The little devil loaded it an hour ago. It's over, just now with the first convoy heading towards the destination.

As for Crimson, because of its large size, it needs to rent a large timber transport truck. It hasn't arrived yet, and there is a high probability that it will be transported there with you tomorrow night. "

Old George talked about the arrangements for the past few days word by word. Although his tone was calm, he could feel that his heart was already filled with extremely complicated emotions. He looked at Sherlock again. If he had been with Sherlock two months ago He said that the success of his teacher's experimental results was finally pinned on such a person, and he would never believe it.

In fact, at this moment, he didn't quite believe it either, so he could only smile wryly, and patted Sherlock on the shoulder vigorously.

"It may be hypocritical to say so, but... the future of the empire is in your hands."

Meanwhile, in downtown London, Hopkins shook off the rain from his umbrella before knocking on the door of 221B Baker Street.

Soon, the door opened, and Watson was very polite as always, and made a gesture of invitation to him.

"Actually, we don't need to be so polite between the two of us. When I'm not in court, I usually don't have airs." Hopkins sat on the sofa and took the tea handed over by the other party.

"It's just my habit."

"Okay. I really can't figure it out. How did you develop such a character?" Hopkins took a sip of tea and felt his body relax, so he asked, "You called me so late, it should be Is there something important?"

"Of course." Watson nodded, then took out a thin envelope from his pocket, and handed it to the other party:
"This is a handwriting comparison document, which can prove that the crash of the airship in London is directly related to Emperor Augustine. I think the court will definitely have a strong interest in this."

(End of this chapter)