big devil holmes

Chapter 245 Despair, and Hope
No one knew what Sherlock had said in this utterly weak state.

His voice was too small, and it would definitely not be able to transmit a long distance and enter the ears of those soldiers.

Even Baskerville, who was lying on the ground, might not be able to hear clearly. He has extremely strong muscles, but it is impossible to exercise the muscles of his face, so he could only tremble in the inexplicable fear, He used his face to withstand the opponent's full force, until his face was covered with blood, and a few more teeth fell out.

But it didn't matter, Sherlock didn't care if someone heard his little mutter.

Some people are like this, he doesn't care much about the eyes of the people around him, if Sherlock really wanted to be a famous detective, then his name must have been resounding throughout London, but he didn't do that.

He just liked the feeling of solving a puzzle, the satisfaction of a case settled in his hands.

That's it.

He doesn't really care about the law, and he doesn't care whether those murderers are really sentenced to death in the legal sense, otherwise, he wouldn't stack up those guys every time and send them to the police station , because in his own heart, when he packed those people into the suitcase, that was the end of the case.

In his life, he has handled many cases, each of which was closed according to the result he hoped for.

He killed Badr, and didn't care about whether this guy should be sent to the trial court in the Holy See's bill, because he felt that this guy deserved to die; he let the poor guy who was controlled by the eye gouging demon surrender himself, Because he was too lazy to escort the other party, and he didn't bring his suitcase; he asked Watson to talk to the pope all night because he thought it was good; he let Vice President Holker's blood flow all over the court Even if there is evidence, he didn't bother to wait for Miss Nightingale to rush over, because he felt that the vice-principal was worthy of this ending.

This behavior of putting his own preferences and ideas above the laws of the empire is undoubtedly an expression of extreme conceit, but he has maintained this attitude for decades, and he has long been used to it
But
There was one case he didn't close.

The suspect was not even summoned, and the people did not know the truth. The murderer was not brought to justice, let alone received any punishment, and was still admired and worshiped by all the people of the empire.

This feeling made Sherlock very uncomfortable. So uncomfortable that when he saw the photo of the old man in the newspaper, he felt that the whole newspaper became extremely unpleasant.

Therefore, Shylock wants to close this case. He wants the people of the entire empire to know the evil deeds of the old man, and then let the greatest emperor roll down from that high seat, before everyone is killed. When shocked by its evil deeds. Really, die without help.

This is the way he wants to close the case!
And I have been working hard on this matter. Watson and Mrs. Hudson have sent the hard-won evidence to all levels of the empire, in the hands of extremely important people, that kid Moriarty, He actually wrote a letter directly and mailed it to the old man who lived in seclusion in a small town.

Everyone is doing very important things, and what I have to do is to crush the bargaining chip of Emperor Augustine's re-election as Emperor of the Empire, and make his dream of prolonging his life come to naught. Only in this way can I feel comfortable.

But at this moment, some people wanted to hinder him. This made him a little irritable, a little angry, and made him feel in the way, so he hit harder.
"Don't worry, I won't tell Master Dante." He murmured.

Then closed his eyes.

Take a break. Take a break.
Everything finally became completely quiet.

Under the moonlight, the two demons were exhausted to the extreme, one of their contractors passed out, and the other was so tired that he closed his eyes and didn't move, so they didn't move anymore.

But those tentacles that penetrated into the giant demon's body are still moving, they are still frantically looking for the nerve bundles buried in the muscles, wanting to drill into the opponent's spine, to find the most densely connected nerves between the brain and the body The point of , occupy it.

Like it's been occupied countless times in the past.

However, as time passed, these tentacles seemed to find that they had no way to erode each other to a deeper level.It seems that this demon has surpassed the upper limit of the tentacles' control.

According to Sherlock's current level, he should already be able to control Tier [-] great demons, and Crimson is the best example.

So why couldn't the Hound of the Baskervilles?

These tentacles must not be able to think about this problem. They just followed their instincts and continued to test, drilling into those thick nerves bit by bit, but in the end they were of no use, they could only disappear there silently. in a huge body
But in fact, if Sherlock was asked to think about this question, then he would definitely think of the answer immediately.

Just like when he first became a contractor, in fact, he could not control dozens of demons at one time. At that time, he also started with the first corroding dog, and then slowly increased, and slowly Slowly reclaim the field, summon the ashes carriage, and climb the number of his demon army to nearly a hundred.

The ability of the tentacles is not endless, but with Sherlock's current ability, he should only be able to control a Tier [-] demon.

However, he is not aware of this problem now. He just closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. He didn't even enter the dream, because he was exhausted and lost consciousness. In the process, his body began to recover slowly, and the wound In a little bit of healing.

This silence also spread among the escort team of nearly a hundred people. The appearance of rushing into the battle of demons with a human body just now, and those thrilling scenes of crazy confrontation under the snowy night, everything finally went from madness to stillness The sudden change without warning, and the momentary switch between offense and defense, and the blood-soaked ghost that burst out of despair, I don't know how much shock these people have given.

In that long ten minutes, they seemed to witness a cruel scene that they could not even imagine in their dreams in this life. There was no time for their brains to think, and they could only accept it passively. After summarizing all this, he took a few breaths loudly, as if this was the only way he could calm down Peng Bai's heart.

Then, some whispers sounded.

Some unbelievable subconscious swear words and some incoherent interjections also appeared one after another.

These people are starting to get excited!Some sweat finally seeped out of his pores, he began to rejoice, and began to groan excitedly, as if announcing the victory of a certain battle, although he himself had nothing to do with this battle.

However, during this short period of complicated emotions, someone suddenly realized something, and then frowned
Although the battle is over now, what should we do next?
Can the guy covered in blood still hold on?Now there is no village in front of this place, no shop in the back, all the locomotives are scrapped, the surrounding area is empty and uninhabited, and there is no phone call for help.

Are you going to carry that guy back to London?

It may take dozens of hours to walk, and he won't die on the way.

What's more, in a few hours, the display of the final results of this experiment will begin. According to the current situation, how can it be possible to catch up?
The last demonstration ended in failure. This time, a large number of people were summoned to come over in a short period of time. If you can’t even start, will there be some very negative effects? Although it can be blamed on someone blocking it halfway, The show will be postponed for a few more months, waiting for the injury to heal.

But... the inheritance ceremony of the empire is about to begin.

The newly developed medicine is also like a glittering cake, attracting everyone's attention.

At this time, even if Lord Dante came out of the mountain in person, it would probably be impossible for people to wait for a while.

How to do.
Although the battle is won.

But it seems that he lost again.
As soon as I read this, all of a sudden, the excitement in the crowd and the throbbing of the rest of my life seemed to fade a lot. Everyone gradually realized what this silence meant. They started to look at each other, and then saw some dazed Some helpless.

Although I have heard that the greater the reform, the more difficult the journey will be.

But I never thought that it would be so difficult. Why, why!

From despair to finding a glimmer of life, and then falling back from life to despair, the whole sky seemed to darken, and the moon also became dim. It seemed that the time had come to the darkest time in the morning, and the night wind began to be cold, blowing into everything people's hearts.

"Grass fucking."

Some curses in a low voice made all the hard work before this seem so pity and pathetic.

And at this moment.
"Boom~Boom~Boom~"

Suddenly there was a dull rumble in the distance, it was not loud, and it was nothing compared to the previous rumble.

Everyone subconsciously looked towards the direction where the voice came from, and then their eyes widened involuntarily! ! !
Witnessing those cruel battles, the desperate battle under the moon, the contest between life and death, and the earth-shattering demon fight, in the process, they were all shocked to a great extent!

However, none of them showed incredible at this moment.

I saw that the red and white demon stood up slowly at the junction of the white snow field and the pitch-black sky.

It was tired and hunched over, its body was full of scars, a large piece of exoskeleton on its shoulders even had extremely clear tooth marks, and several bloody holes and cracks on the bones looked so shocking.

But it stood up.

Then he carefully pinched the tiny, blood-soaked body that was in a coma, and gently placed it in the palm of his hand.

Just like that, facing the faint white light that just appeared in the sky, he staggered and walked towards the military base.
(End of this chapter)