big devil holmes

Chapter 235 The Hound of the Baskervilles ([-])

Soon, the door opened.
The person who opened the door was an old man with an easy-going face. He was not tall, and his body was a bit rickety, so he didn't look half as tall as the postman in front of him. He was wearing the most common clothes and his eyes were calm. It seems to have a slight bright color.

"It's so late, and there is a letter to send?" The old man asked calmly.

Although he said that it was very late, but he didn't wake up from the faintness of a dream at all, it seemed that he had never slept.

The postman in front of the door calmly delivered a letter.

He doesn't know why his heartbeat is still fast. In fact, he has been working in this small town for several years. He sees this old man every day. Will laugh and talk a few words.

In his eyes, the old man was already an ordinary fisherman, but at a certain moment, the postman inadvertently looked at the back of the old man, which would make his heart surge and he couldn't help but want to kneel Lie down on the ground and pay homage to it most devoutly.

"Actually, the urgent letter from the Holy See should be sent tomorrow morning, but it has the engraving of the Holy See Son on it, so it will be delivered tonight." The postman said.

When the old man heard the word engraved by the Holy Son, his expression didn't change a bit. He just continued to calmly look at the marks on the envelope burned with golden inkpad. Suddenly, he asked a very irrelevant question:
"When will the Inheritance Ceremony be held?"

"Well, it should be 12 days later."

The old man nodded and did not accept the envelope, but continued: "I have ignored this world for too long, and I have long since lost the right to express opinions on outside matters, so... send it elsewhere."

"Elsewhere?" The postman was taken aback for a moment, not understanding what the other party meant.This letter was sent by the Holy See by the fastest special train, just to deliver it to the recipient as soon as possible. How could it be sent elsewhere?

And
"Where is elsewhere?" the postman asked subconsciously.

"I don't know either." The old man continued to give a weird response, but then he raised his head leisurely and looked at the young postman in front of him: "Which newspaper do you work for?"

"Holy magazine." The postman said, and there seemed to be a hint of pride in his tone. Being able to work for the largest newspaper in the entire empire is something worth showing off in the industry.

"Oh, then, send it to the Holy Journal."

"What?! But." The postman couldn't keep up with the old man's train of thought.

In fact, the words of the old man in front of him seemed to have no idea at all. He didn't want to read this letter, so should he send it elsewhere?I am a postman hired by the holy magazine, so I want to send it to the holy magazine?
There is no logic at all, as if a confused old man casually gave out some nonsense in his sleep.

But the old man didn't have any other instructions, just smiled and waved: "It's too late, young people also need to rest. Go back and go to bed early. As for this letter, don't rush to send it. Wait for another week, or even ten days." You can send it later, it shouldn’t be too important.”

In this way, under the comfort of the old man, the delivery of the letter in a hurry in the middle of the night came to an end.

In fact, until the door in front of him was gently closed, the postman still felt it was absurd.

But he will not disobey that old man's words. This is a habit he has developed over the years. Moreover, even if the other party's words are really muddled, they still deserve the utmost respect.

In the dark blue night, silver particles of all sizes dotted the starry sky. In this steam-dominated era, these stars were still not buried by the dark clouds and mist, and they really had unusual vitality.

And under the stars, a row of mighty convoys were heading north.

It is said to be mighty, but in fact the convoy is not very long, and there are not many cars, but the large transport vehicles that are so huge that they can't turn around in the urban area are too powerful, and they follow the surrounding The armored combat vehicle is really too daunting, and this also excludes the three combat personnel transport vehicles in the rear, and the military soldiers of the entire three combat squads inside.

In short, these vehicles just sailed in the white snow that had not had time to melt. The roaring wheels and tracks lifted the snow below them backwards, like a white sandstorm seven or eight meters high in the night, and the huge searchlights Brighten up the road ahead.

In the center of the convoy is a heavy-duty locomotive without any weapons. All the parts that can be loaded are covered with the thickest armor layer. It looks like a locomotive that is trying hard not to drag the team Shidunzi.

Sherlock was lying in this heavy locomotive, feeling the bumps brought by the huge weight, and felt a little funny, thinking that if someone could really kill all these steam chariots around, then this big iron mound, and What's the use?
The venue arranged by the Imperial Government for the demonstration of the results of this experiment was a military base, only a day's journey from London.

To be honest, this is considered an absolute priority.

Moreover, the results of this experiment have already been demonstrated once, but the outcome was not very good, and after just a few months, professionals in various fields can still be summoned. For this operation, the military specially changed the The schedule of an entire military base, and countless political and business leaders flew over from thousands of miles away.

Even Sherlock couldn't help but feel a little relieved. It seems that the group of people at the top of the pyramid of the empire are not all fools.

Looking out of the window, most of the scenery is covered by the snow curtain raised by the high-speed track. After leaving London, you can find that the moonlight is very bright tonight, making the snow curtain like a layer of tulle that sees light. By the window, There is a thick stack of sub-data files and the research literature on the movement habits of the third-order great demon prepared by the old professor George, as well as some pre-prepared demonstration actions.

These things can help Sherlock better complete this achievement display.

Of course, Sherlock didn't read a single page.

On the contrary, in the car behind, a scientific researcher in charge of explaining has not closed his eyes for two days and two nights. Everyone can understand what kind of miracle is happening in front of them.

Anyway, it was like this, the motorcade was roaring, but also calm, moving straight forward, Sherlock rested his hands on his head, feeling a little drowsy.But suddenly, he frowned and opened his eyes.

And in front of the path of the convoy, where the huge high beams can't even shine.

An unbelievably tall and generous figure stood upright in the middle of the road.

And on top of that figure, there was a man standing on shoulders that could be described as 'broad'. Because he was standing too high, the night wind blew his hair a little messy, but he just pushed the golden edge quietly glasses, with an expressionless face, looking at the bright headlights in the distance, which are slowly driving towards him
(The baby has a fever, so I wrote it overnight. If there are any sentences that don’t make sense, please correct me, thank you.)
(End of this chapter)