big devil holmes

Chapter 4 Contractor

The dusk in London started at 03:30. Due to the accumulation of water vapor in the clouds, the gray sunlight passed through the mirror and was dyed a bright crimson again. The bells of the church in the distance gradually stopped, and the day of worship it's over.

In the office, the old priest sat with his eyes closed, his sparse hair was like the feet of insects, writhing strangely and imperceptibly
Chief Lestrade leaned slightly, wondering in a low voice: "Miss Catherine, do you know that detective?"

"do not know."

"Coco, you seem to be very dissatisfied with him."

Catherine recalled the hideous face in the elevator, and said coldly: "The family member of a clergyman was murdered! What we need now is the strongest and most professional elite, who can solve the whole case with only one person and find out the murderer." , before sunset tomorrow, the murderer's blood will be able to stain the court's announcement!

And you, just found me such a lazy, shameless, scum who looks like he's been on hallucinogens all day long? "

Director Lestrade stared blankly at the other party, surprised at how accurate his evaluation of Sherlock was;

"But honorable Miss Catherine, I dare to assure you with the title of the highest police officer in Scotland Yard, he is the only person who can meet your requirements in all of London."

He retorted cautiously. As the chief of the London police system, in his field of work, he almost instinctively displayed a stubborn and proud side. I don't want to mention the name.

After Lestrade left, the old priest slowly opened his eyes.

He seemed to enjoy the closed-eyed meditation just now. The crimson sunset light shone on the edge of his robe. Suddenly, right there, a black crack appeared out of thin air, and a giant spider covered in fluff crawled silently. out.

It was as big as a trolley, and its eight eyes were like eight black beans, glowing eerily in the setting sun.

The old priest stretched out his hand, lovingly rubbed it on the fluff of its abdomen, and made it let out a disgusting hiss:
"Lestrade has worked in the police system all his life. During the second demon invasion, he was responsible for the security of the lower city alone, and reduced the civilian crime rate there to a level that satisfied the church. Come to think of it, his vision Shouldn't be too bad”

"I just think that such a lazy person can't see anything special at all."

A more interested smile appeared on the corners of the old priest's lips: "I went to the underground cell just now. The detective caught a murderer today for a reward. He stuffed the criminal into the box."

"In the box?" Catherine frowned in doubt.

"Haha, that's right, a suitcase." The old priest smiled and drew a shape in front of him: "I've never seen a person distorted like that, who can still live, even the group of lunatics in the School of Life Research , but also with the help of a lot of equipment to do it.

Moreover, the murderer who was caught was not a simple character, the reward had already reached 200 pounds, and it was said that he only took two or three days to catch him or he was caught on the spot when he committed the crime.

For a mortal, being able to do this is already extremely remarkable. "

Catherine smacked the old man's words, and after a while said, "No matter how outstanding you are, you are still just a mortal after all."

There was a natural contempt in her tone.

This is not the disdain of the superiors for the common people at the bottom, but a very reasonable and logical overlook, which has nothing to do with politics, character, money, or even the level of social status.

It is more like the eagle's attitude towards rabbits that originates from the life of the species.

After all, it's just a human being.
Not a contractor...

And in this era when the power of the abyss affects everything, the Holy See has mastered the method of controlling the power of the abyss with the human body as early as a century ago. Therefore, an ordinary human being will naturally be questioned about his ability.

Fortunately, the old man's words were persuasive. Catherine's face was still cold, and she nodded after all.

In the lounge, Sherlock leaned on the sofa and fell asleep.

He has a book in his hand.

How to Save Yourself When Encountering Small Devils in the Wild

The author was a guy named Bear Grylls.

The cover made of the cheapest cardboard, with a picture of a common hellhound vomiting acidic liquid at a beautiful lady in a dress.

This kind of self-help book was very popular in a certain period of time. After all, no one knows where the void cracks will appear. What if when you are taking a shit, you find that the space in front of you is cracked, and a disgusting giant fly comes out. If you want to suck your brains out of your life, then read more books like this, maybe your chances of survival will be higher.

But after more than ten years of market verification, everyone gradually discovered that this kind of book is completely useless, because when encountering void life, either you have a Lescote shotgun and enough bullets, or you run away.

As fast as you can, run to the Contractor near you and ask for his help, or run to the nearest church, that's all.

If you don't have anything, and you still want to use the knowledge in the book to fight with the other party, then you will definitely be very happy.The author of a self-help book once sent himself with a sliding shovel into the freshly ruptured chest cavity of a scavenger.

Home delivery, one step to the stomach.

"Smoking?" came a voice.

Sherlock was in a daze for a moment, and raised his sleepy eyes, only to see Chief Lestrade holding a cigarette and handing it to him.

"No need, I have it here." Sherlock yawned indistinctly, and then took out a box of [Blues brand] cigarettes from his pocket.

"I still don't understand why you only smoke blues. It's such an old brand, it's not easy to buy, and it's so choking."

Sherlock lit his cigarette, took a deep breath, and didn't answer the question.

"You see, that's what makes you unlikable. There's so much mystery about you, and you never explain it."

Sherlock squinted his eyes noncommittally: "If you have anything to say, hurry up and don't beat around the bush."

"I took a job for you, a murder case." The chief said, pausing slightly: "Although I don't want to admit it, it's about the Church."

During the process of speaking, he kept watching Sherlock's expression. He thought that after hearing the word [Holy See], the other party would be at least a little bit surprised. However, Sherlock just frowned slightly and returned to sleep. Not waking up.

"Why didn't you react at all!?"

"Oh, thank you very much."

This carefree tone made Director Lestrade very upset, and he pressed out the cigarette butt angrily:

"This is the fucking second thing I hate about you. You are not religious at all to the Holy See!!"

(End of this chapter)