big devil holmes

Chapter 26 I Scared Them
Horse-drawn carriages are the most common form of transportation in London.

Although the Mechanical Research Institute has already developed steam cars, due to the difficulty of their maintenance and maintenance, they have not been able to become the main body of urban transportation. Even after some nobles bought steam cars, they could only use them as vehicles in their own yard It's just a decoration, you still have to take a carriage when you go out.

On the other hand, those rail cars that can only travel on the rails according to a fixed route are more popular, 1 penny for short distances, 5 pennies for mid-distance, and 15 pennies for long distances or if you want to cross the Thames.

It's not expensive, but you have to endure the crowded cabin, the smell of sweat, and some vomit that hasn't been cleaned overnight.

At this moment, Sherlock is taking a light rail, driving from the suburbs into the urban area of ​​London.

Due to the lack of seats and the fact that many of them were broken, the people in the entire car were basically standing with a few drunks leaning against the door and swearing at each other; The elderly over 70 stared at the woman's butt in front of him, but the woman didn't notice it at all, because she was arguing with her husband;
The content of the quarrel was that their children called the handsome bartender in the tavern next door Daddy.

This makes the woman's husband feel that his child is not his own.

And the woman's explanation was that the child was only 8 months old, and he could call a dog Dad!
Usually at such times, Sherlock would observe and reason curiously, trying to see who the child was, maybe it really belonged to a dog, and anything could happen these days.

Today, however, his interest was not so high.

Because he was still thinking about his contract demon.
A. Bug?

Isn't it the kind of bug with a hard armor shell and mouthparts as sharp as a sickle, but a soft caterpillar that only knows to wriggle? !

No, that trash didn't even dare to squirm, it just lay down on the spot and pretended to be dead.
Sherlock is indeed not a person who cares about the strength of contracted creatures, but this is too weak!People always have to have an anchor point of self-cognition. It cannot be said that if you are a monk who never marries for life, you can accept that you are only half the size of a thumb.

No use, and useless are two completely different concepts.
What's more, Sherlock is still a rather narcissistic person, making a low-level caterpillar his contracted creature; The apartment has also been demolished and is about to become homeless.

All kinds of things piled up, making him more and more depressed.

Of course, at this moment, he definitely doesn't know what a series of terrifying shocks like shattering cognition will be brought to him by that useless "worm" in the near future.

He was just a little tired of the noise around him at the moment, so he turned around and whispered to the drunkards who had been shouting loudly: "Sorry, please be quiet."

I don't know if his politeness made those people feel ashamed, or there was something in his eyes. In short, the drunks really quieted down.

After a few more stops like this, the train finally stopped at the Baker Street platform. It was already afternoon, and the city was rare and clean after the rain.

sherlock got out of the car
And those drunk men also got out of the car and followed behind him not too far away.

As I said before, the law and order in the lower city has not been very good for a long time. Demons, murders, revenge, debt problems, etc., the flames of the corpse incineration plant have almost never been extinguished.

So under the blessing of great crimes, those smaller crimes become extraordinarily rampant. Because of a chance meeting on the way home, they will cause unreasonable resentment. This situation is really normal.

What's more, although Sherlock's clothes are a bit old, they are all decent clothes, which caused a few drunkards to keep staring at his coat, leather shoes, top hat, and thinking, maybe this guy can have a piece of clothing. Pocket watches and such.

In short, they make no secret of their desire and violence.
And at this moment, they suddenly saw the target slowly walking into a small alley.

They immediately exchanged glances, smiled sinisterly, and followed.

He didn't notice the lazy dislike and helplessness in the target's back at all.

What's more, they didn't notice that not far behind themselves, the girl who had just held a bag of bread and vegetables in the corner of the train was watching this scene anxiously.

After 1 minutes
There is little sunshine in the alley, and the garbage bins that have not been taken care of for weeks exude the sour smell of fermented meat.

A person was lying on the ground, his eyes rolled white, and he kept spitting foam from his mouth.

There was another man paralyzed by the garbage dump, completely unconscious, letting the rotten water of the garbage flow into his mouth.

There was only the last alcoholic left, his legs were weak, and he supported the wall to prevent himself from falling, as if he was trying hard to understand what happened at that moment just now.

Of course, Sherlock didn't intend to give the other party time to think, because he was very annoying, and now he just wanted to quickly solve this bloody mess, and then make sure how he would spend tonight.

So he lit a cigarette and walked towards the alcoholic in front of him weakly: "I know that people like you hold grudges and often use indecent methods to deal with weak and helpless citizens like me, so I beat you guys to death. This also prevents you from always harassing me, which is reasonable."

The drunk's head is buzzing, what kind of 'reasonable' is this?
He knew he had to run fast.
But his legs were too weak, he couldn't stand up at all, he could only watch the scary guy approaching him a little bit.

"Help, help!!!!"

At this last moment, he finally pulled his neck and shouted out.

But these days, unless a sheriff happens to pass by the alley, no one will heed you even if you hear a cry for help.

next second.
"Doo--doo-doo--"

A burst of hasty whistles came from the entrance of the alley, which sounded a bit like the kind of whistles sent by patrol personnel who encounter situations after nightfall;

Immediately afterwards, a woman's anxious voice sounded: "Your Majesty the Sheriff, here...someone is robbing and committing murder in the street! Yes, it's in the alley!"

When the drunk man heard it, it was as if he had grasped a life-saving straw: "Save".

But as soon as he opened his mouth, a hand suddenly pressed down on his face.

Then clang!clang!clang!Hit the wall with the back of his head.

While digging, he also looked at the entrance of the alley with suspicious eyes.

It went like this for about ten seconds, until the man in his hand didn't even twitch, and Sherlock finally let go. The man also slid to the bottom of the wall like a pool of rotten meat.

"That's right, go in quickly, Your Excellency the Sheriff, the people inside are very dangerous!"

The woman at the alley seemed to be explaining something to the sheriff.
But Sherlock poked his head out slowly, looking at the girl who was hiding by the side of the alley and talking to herself, with a question mark on her face:

"What are you doing?"

The girl was startled by the sound, and quickly turned to look over.

And when she found out that it was Sherlock, her eyes flashed a moment of rejoicing and determination, and the next second she jumped over and grabbed Sherlock's hand and started running:

"Run, run, I frightened them, how can there be a sheriff."

(End of this chapter)