big devil holmes

Chapter 234 Departure
With a "crash", the cup in Hopkins' hand hit the edge of the coffee table, some water splashed out, it was very hot, and it fell on his hand, releasing some light air.

A third-tier contractor, of course, would not be afraid of the heat, so he just put down the water glass, wiped his hands, and then took the envelope, for fear of getting it stained with water.

In this way, he looked at the envelope, hesitated for a long time, but finally did not open it.

As I said before, that accident is not a big secret to a discerning person. Guys like Hopkins can screen all the perpetrators to 5 without any search and research. within the individual.

But those are only reasonable speculations, if it comes to real evidence, it's another matter.

A piece of evidence that is sufficient to accuse the emperor of the empire will have different powers if it falls into the hands of different people and is displayed at different times.

"Why give me this stuff?" Hopkins asked.

"Aren't you a member of the trial court? It's reasonable to entrust it to you."

"It is indeed reasonable, but" he gently exerted some force, and felt the document in the envelope with his fingertips, which seemed to be a little tingling: "This is evidence that accuses the emperor of the empire of participating in a large-scale terrorist attack, and the weight is too heavy By the way, I mean, I don't quite know when to hand this thing over to the Inquisition, our institution is not full of trustworthy people. And I don't think this kind of evidence can do much harm to Emperor Augustine The influence, that is the emperor. He should have many ways to minimize the power of this evidence."

"Don't worry." Watson smiled, and bought himself a cup of tea: "I don't understand politics, and I can't even memorize the laws of the empire, but I know when this evidence can be shown to the greatest extent. effect."

"When?"

"Of course when the old man is no longer the Emperor of the Empire."

The temperature alone cannot tell the end of winter and the beginning of spring, only those budding green grass buds and more and more high sky indicate that spring has arrived.

There is no new year in the empire, and there are no too important festivals, because the holy light envelopes the empire all the time, and the people of the empire have been practicing devout worship for decades. It is really difficult to build on this basis. , and then work hard to create an even grander day.

Faint mist shrouded the night in London, and the lights under the street lamps gave off some halos. On the outskirts of the city, a huge timber transport truck was parked outside the factory.

The vehicle has undergone special modifications. A huge steel carriage with a length of more than 7 meters is added to the back of the vehicle originally loaded with logs. After the engine is added with four sets of steam turbines, the entire vehicle body looks like a row of small trains. light rail train.

At this time, the demon sedative container soaked in crimson had been loaded, and six temporarily deployed armored combat vehicles were parked around it. The heavily armed soldiers of the military region arrived in London this afternoon, and then set off in the evening. Responsible for transporting this Tier 900 demon to a military base [-] kilometers away.

To be honest, it is already extremely shocking to gather such an escort team in less than a day.

silence
Still silent.
Seeing the escort team of nearly a hundred people working in an orderly manner, Professor George Romanis didn't say a word, and Sherlock, who was standing not far away, didn't say much either.

At this time, all the booing and asking for warmth didn't have much effect, it seemed that only silence could calm the noise in the wind a little.

Hopkins didn't come.

Watson did not come either.

Her Royal Highness did not come either.

It's a little strange to say that people like Sherlock have some friends for no reason. According to normal logic, these people should be standing in the night wind at this time, watching the team that is about to travel far away. Bring some encouragement and blessings to it.

But no one was there, which meant that they were all doing more important things.

at last
"Mr. Holmes, the pre-screening of the team has been completed and we can set off." A crusader soldier reported to Sherlock with great respect.

Sherlock did not have the status of a soldier, but the other party still clenched his fist with his right hand and tapped his left chest steadily. This is the most commonly used military salute among crusaders.

The job of a soldier is to obey orders, but even without military orders, soldiers still have individual thoughts. These people who shed their blood for the empire understand what [controlling wild demons] means to the battlefield, and naturally they also know that the person in front of him looks like How Mr. Not So Handsome will change the world.

At this moment, they sincerely hope that the demonstration of this experiment can be successful, because it will save a lot of blood and kill a lot of people.

Sherlock looked at the imposing convoy in the distance, and found that almost everyone was standing in the most upright military posture just like the soldiers in front of him, and at the same time cast their eyes on him. In the end, there was a uniform muffled sound, Resounding under the halo of the gas lamp, the left chest of everyone around was agitated with hot blood.

As for himself, he just frowned slightly, because even with his brain, he couldn't figure out why these people could make the sound of beating their chests so neat even without a commander.

In the end, he just smiled helplessly, wrapped his windbreaker tightly in the early spring night, and said lightly:
"lets go"

The whole world shares the same moon. On the outskirts of London, the moon is not so bright because of the fog and cloud, but in a small town near the edge of Vernes, the moon is as bright as ever.

This small town faces the sea, backed by high mountains, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and can bathe the first ray of sunshine on the coastline every day. Air, so that people can sleep the most comfortable sleep at noon.

There is no station in the town, no tourism projects are carried out, and even in such a good location near the sea, no wharf has been built. It just maintains the appearance of six or seventy years ago. There are no young people, only some old fishermen living leisurely here.

However, in such a city that is somewhat detached from industrialization, there is still a post office, and a newspaper deliveryman has been delivering a few newspapers to the town for several years.

Today, it's 9 o'clock in the evening.
The paper delivery man held an envelope tightly in his hand.

Knocking on the wooden door of a brick house next to the sea embankment
(End of this chapter)