big devil holmes

Chapter 44 The Man With Crooked Lips

Dim, noisy, chaotic, drunk, and a writhing white body not far away.

Among all these elements, taking out any one at random is enough to make any person lose the ability to perceive the surrounding things, and when they are combined, it is estimated that someone next to them will shoot a shot, and it may be ignored.

Not to mention the crack that appeared quietly, less than one centimeter wide, and the spike that suddenly popped out.

However, at this moment, Sherlock's blurred eyes did not change, nor did his expression change in any way, but he just naturally turned his head sideways.

At the same time, there was only a sound of "啪!", and a wine glass fell firmly on the spike that suddenly appeared, and was directly shattered into pieces. The spike immediately retracted into the crack and disappeared without a trace. disappeared.

Sherlock turned his head slightly in surprise, looked at Watson, and found that the other party was looking at him with the same eyes.

The doctor was probably surprised, how could the guy in front of him be able to instantly sense the danger from behind in such an environment, and dodge so lightly.

And Sherlock was also surprised, how could a guy like Watson, who kept squinting his eyes, hit a silent spike so accurately in such a dim light?

Anyway, the two of them looked at each other for a moment, surprised by each other's acuity and skill, and didn't even pay attention to the assassination that happened for no reason.

Of course, it’s impossible to ignore it completely. Void cracks have appeared, proving that the assassin is a contractor, so you have to respect it no matter what.

Sherlock raised his head and drank the rest of the wine, while Watson tacitly took out a few pounds and put them on the table.

"keep the change."

After finishing speaking, she and Sherlock got up, squeezed through the dense crowd, and walked towards the door.

"Do you have enemies?" Watson asked as he walked.

"There are some, but as far as I know, they are either dead, or they dare not provoke me." Sherlock couldn't help thinking, why would he suddenly become the assassination target of a contractor?

And in the next second, he seemed to have found the answer. Because over the years, he had not provoked so many contractors, and he could think of it after a little investigation.

Badr. A deacon of the Judgment Department who died in his hands not long ago.

This matter is probably related to him;

But it does not mean that the case will stain the majesty of the Holy See, so the fewer people who know about it, the better. As a priest of the Holy See, Deacon Badr must have his own cronies or family members, and among them It is understandable that there are one or two radicals who want to avenge their master regardless. In addition, in their eyes, Sherlock is a civilian detective without any background. It's really normal to vent your anger.

Just thought of this!

Suddenly, the space in front of him was torn open again, and a sharp thorn stabbed out, straight to the forehead, but Sherlock swayed and avoided it again.

"A manipulative contractor who is not strong in frontal combat, but has a high degree of secrecy and is good at assassination." Watson muttered softly.

"It's in the crowd, and the control distance may be about 10 meters." Sherlock also added casually, then turned a corner and walked towards a place where the crowd was denser.

Watson followed beside him, hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Maybe we shouldn't bother you at this time, but the door is over there, why are we walking in circles?"

"I'm looking for someone." Sherlock said, his eyes kept scanning the crowd and the chaotic lights and shadows, each scene was automatically analyzed and sorted in his brain like a cut data source.

[5 meters away, male, about 45 years old, drank 7 glasses of wine, not him]

[Passing by, female, under 18 years old, veteran in love, likes money, not her]

[At the wine table 3 meters away, female, about 70 years old, widowed, looking for a young body, not her]

Every person who comes into sight seems to have their own information automatically marked on their head, and Sherlock's walking route among the crowd is also extremely subtle, using the change of light and dark, and the occlusion of the facilities on the sidelines, He can judge whether he has appeared within the assassin's field of vision, and sometimes even sell a few flaws to attract the opponent's shot, so as to reason backwards and determine the opponent's position.

Finally, when he dodged another sudden assassination, his sight happened to catch a man in the crowd!
This person is wearing a very ordinary coat with a collar standing up. He is about 35 years old and his mouth is a little crooked. He sits alone at the wine table and sips his wine. Whether it is his aura, image, or even his drinking movements, he is integrated with the surrounding atmosphere. .

No one would notice such a passerby.
However, Sherlock clearly remembered that about 2 minutes ago, this man was sitting at the next table, chatting and laughing with a drunk lady.

"Found it." Sherlock said.

Watson was taken aback, did he really find it?But he didn't ask too much, and just followed Sherlock's line of sight.

At this moment, the middle-aged man who was drinking just happened to raise his head, and his eyes crossed the gap between the chaotic crowd, interlaced with his own eyes for a moment.

It was just such a moment, both sides were sure of the meaning contained in that gaze.

Next second!Without saying a word, the man got up and ran.

And just before that, Sherlock had already taken the first step, rushing straight into the crowd!

He rushed so decisively, completely disregarding the feelings of the people around him, he directly knocked away the drunken men and women in front of him, and overturned an unknown number of wine glasses. In such a crowded place, his speed could He lifted up his windbreaker, and took a huge leap, just stepping on the back of a drunkard who was desperately shaking on the woman, and let out a scream of joy or pain!

Watching this scene, Watson froze in place,

He seemed to have been shocked for a moment, and then suddenly came back to his senses.

"Hehe~ Interesting."

He smiled lightly, and there was a strange excitement and anticipation in his smile. In the next moment, he suddenly took an extremely stretched leap. Under the restless lights, he turned into a residual image and moved forward. chase after.

In the darkness, the thick iron gate made a "boom!"!It was knocked away again, and the noise disappeared in an instant, replaced by howling wind and humid air.

On the silent long street, there are only a few struggling street lamps flickering, and the old steam pipes make strange noises from time to time, and the moonlight cannot penetrate the haze over London. The dark paintings in general.

There is no one, and that person has long since disappeared.

Soon, Watson also opened the door and came out. He looked around and found no trace.

In fact, from the time that person was discovered to the time he chased him out, there may only be a few seconds before and after. In such a short period of time, that person disappeared without a trace. This ability to hide his whereabouts , really surprised Watson:

"I lost it, it seems like a formidable guy."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Sherlock beside him looking at him with a very strange look.

"What's the matter?" Watson asked.

Sherlock lighted a cigarette unhurriedly: "We just met, you may not know me, in my career, it is impossible to 'lose track'."

With that said, he walked towards an alley across the long street.
(End of this chapter)