big devil holmes

Chapter 45 The Man With Crooked Lips

Every night in London is very similar. The steam from the underground pipes vented throughout the day, until the cold wind caressed it, turning it into wet water spots, which accumulated over time, and the streets of Ronghui City never dried up all year round. small puddles.

And some slight ripples that do not match the direction of the night wind blowing, can represent that something passed by at high speed not long ago, causing a trace of irregular ripples.

Every alley in London is basically the same, with wet walls, the smell of fermented garbage that can never dissipate, and the sound of buzzing flies.

But it is impossible for a large group of flies to all be buzzing and flying around at the same time. Some of them must be lying next to the trash can, licking the rotten juice.

And if there were no flies on the garbage, it could only mean that something disturbed them just now.

Anyway, the interaction between all things will inevitably leave traces, even as long as it is said, it will be very obvious; but few people are good at discovering these traces, let alone guessing what each trace represents. significance.

Fortunately, Sherlock is very good at it. In his eyes, even the slightest clues in the corner are as dazzling as the bright red on the white sheet at the night of virginity.

So, he walked slowly into that alley, not caring at all that the man with crooked lips would run away, because he knew that this alley was a dead end.

You only need to take a little look at the surrounding architectural style and block plan to know this.

There is a kind of magic in the alleys. Once all the light enters here, it will be swallowed up. The few gas lamps on the street can't shine in at all.

A scarlet point of light swayed forward in the darkness, it was Sherlock's cigarette.

"Hehe, you're quite smart. In this environment, you can still resist letting your contract demon come out and attack me. Is it because you are afraid of exposing the fact that you are hiding here?" Sherlock said as he walked. , the surrounding trash cans are in the shadows, and only some outlines can be vaguely seen.

"." No response except flies and mice

"Don't waste time, I know you're here." Sherlock took a puff of smoke: "I'm a very kind person, as long as you come out, let's have an open and honest talk about why you came to trouble me, and I promise to let you go." about you."

"." There was still no movement.

"Well, since you don't say it, then don't blame me for thinking about it. I remember that a few days ago, I seemed to have taken on a job, and a woman in the upper city was killed." Sherlock took a few steps forward , said to himself.

But the moment he just stepped over an overturned trash can!

A gun hidden in the darkest corner was suddenly raised, and then it exploded with a "bang!", and a huge flame burst out in the alley! !
As I said before, although contractors have the ability to summon hell demons, in the eyes of most first-stage contractors, guns are already the fastest and most effective way to end a human life.

So the assassin resolutely chose to shoot, after all, no matter how fast a person's reaction is, it can't be faster than a bullet!

However, that ray of scarlet light in the darkness flickered suddenly, and a residual phantom flashed across the line of sight, and then quickly approached. At the moment when the gunfire illuminated the vision, it had already approached like a ghost. It left behind a terrifying outline.

Of course, Sherlock can't be faster than the bullet, but the gun has a disadvantage, that is, it can only be pointed at where to hit, and the bullet cannot turn.

Therefore, he only needs to distinguish the flies that are suddenly disturbed, the soft sound of the friction between the gun and the clothes, or in other words, as long as he is faster than the person who fired the gun.

In the blink of an eye, Sherlock had already slammed into the person in front of him. Naturally, it was impossible for him to let the other person fire a second shot at such a close distance. A series of blows sounded in the darkness. There was a sound, and then, a pistol was thrown out, and it just slid to Watson's feet.

This gentle doctor didn't have the slightest fear of the sudden gunshot just now, but naturally bent down to pick it up, checked the remaining bullets very skillfully, and pulled the bolt, the unique click of a firearm The sound was compressed into a momentary light rhythmic sound, as if he had done this countless times and had already formed a certain instinct.

And at this moment, in the darkness, a crack in the void has been torn open
A sharp thorn pierced out of it fiercely again, and the target was still the back of Sherlock's head.

In fact, this assassin's ability to control demons is very outstanding, and he can often kill the target silently and escape completely. But this time he was very unlucky and met Sherlock.

I saw that the detective suddenly pressed a thumb into the opponent's eye socket. It was unreasonable and inhumane. The fragile eyeball was directly crushed by the force of the fingertips!
"Ah ah ah—"

The severe pain hit without any preparation, so that the person fainted, but it was not over yet, Sherlock's fingers pressed the gap between the eye sockets and temples, and pulled down desperately, the person's head Pulling the body connected to it, it violently smashed to the ground, and then the collision between the skull and the brick made a muffled 'bang'.

At the same time, Sherlock seemed to have eyes behind his back, and his other hand suddenly leaned back in a strange posture.
I don't know if he had already calculated the opening position of the void rift, or because the contractor's coma caused his demon to freeze for a moment. Come out with spikes!

Then... yank it out! !

A huge mosquito was pulled out of the crack in this way.

The slender body, the legs like bamboo joints, the compound eyes that are enough to cause dense phobia, and the sharp mouthparts!
This mosquito obviously doesn't have much strength, otherwise it wouldn't be able to carry out sneak attacks all the time. When it was caught at this time, its whole body was writhing crazily, its slender feet scratched wildly, and its huge insect wings let out a terrifying sound. The sound of 'fluttering fluttering'.

However, the two people who were still standing in the alley at this time did not seem to be moved by the scene in front of them at all.

Intensive gunshots rang out suddenly, and Watson poured out a shuttle of bullets almost instantly. A pistol gave him a feeling of "Bobosha 41" forcibly, shooting the whole body of this giant mosquito After sweeping it all over, one blood hole after another was blasted, Sherlock also grabbed its insect wings, and stomped fiercely at the two huge compound eyes with one foot! !Puff~puff~ several times, stepped on it directly, and then grabbed the sharp mouthpart desperately, pulling it out!

There was only a continuous sound of muscle tearing, and the long needle, the brain and the rotten tissue behind it were all pulled out!

The mosquito twitched a few times and remained motionless, but as a doctor, Watson probably still had a bit of a doctor's cautious attitude in his bones. He reached out to pick up a trash can, and threw the garbage inside to the demon's body;
I don’t know how many months of rotten meat can generate a huge amount of hydrogen sulfide and phosphating gas. This is known to a doctor, so immediately after that, a bullet hit the ground, and the sparks from the splash easily wiped out all the rotten oil. The rotten juice was ignited, and after a moderate explosion sound, the garbage on the ground began to burn, making crackling noises.

The narrow space was surrounded by fire, and Sherlock and Watson stood side by side, looked at each other, and then looked at the fire in front of them.

"This thing should be dead, right?"

"Well, I don't think I can survive." Watson commented with the eyes of a doctor.

"It scared me to death just now."

"Yeah, I'm also naturally timid, but it scared me." Watson complained with lingering fear, but his face was flushed with excitement.

"Then what about this guy?" He asked, pointing to the fainted man that Sherlock was carrying.

Sherlock thought for a while: "I want to ask him some questions, but he may not be willing to tell me; do you have a suitable place?"

"Uh..." Watson hesitated for a moment. In fact, he understood the meaning of the word "suitable" in the other party's mouth in an instant, so he struggled for a while, as if he was doing something for his boring life. some important decision,
After a while, he finally smiled and narrowed his eyes again:

"Of course, I'm a doctor at my house, and I have a full range of tools."

"Good~"

In this way, the two people who had just finished drinking, carrying a poor half-dead fellow, slowly disappeared into the London night.

on the street;

"Oh, by the way, I heard from Mary that you seem to be a contractor." At the end of the dim vision, Watson's chattering voice came: "Why didn't you summon your own demon just now?"

"Because." Sherlock thought for a while: "To tell you the truth, I actually tried to summon from the beginning, but there seems to be something wrong with my demon."

(End of this chapter)