big devil holmes

Chapter 6 Research on Scarlet Characters ([-])

With so many people patrolling here, it is obvious that this is the scene of the crime, and the body of the murdered church deacon's wife is at the corner of the street 20 meters away.

The entire security team had exhausted the strength of the boss to seal off the place, so as not to damage the scene, and this guy who came out of nowhere actually smoked here! ! !
The sheriff walked up to Sherlock in a few steps, and after confirming that the other person did not carry any marks related to the church or nobles, it was logical to regard him as the entourage of the carriage.

The huge machine under his house, which is close to three meters high, looked at the other side viciously: "You! Put out the cigarette immediately!"

The mechanical arm can't complete the delicate operation of 'tearing off the cigarette', but listening to this guy's tone, he doesn't want to pull the cigarette, but wants to pull the opponent's head together with the cigarette.

"Don't be so nervous, brother, smoking a cigarette won't damage anything at all." Sherlock raised his head, waved his hands calmly and said:

"Even if it can be destroyed, you steam iron sheets have been sprayed nearby for several hours, and what should be destroyed has already been destroyed."

"Uh——" the magistrate's tone faltered.

The exhaust pipe behind the armor is still very good at spewing out a few streams of heat when it's '呵味呵'.

As a sheriff, he spends most of his time doing laborious tasks such as 'assisting in the cleaning of small demons' or 'escorting church members', but he is really not that good at things like protecting the scene of a crime.

Turning his head, he saw Miss Catherine standing not far away. Under this distance, the conversations between each other must be clearly heard.

A wave of embarrassment rushed straight to his forehead.

He undoubtedly admired Miss Catherine, or in other words, as long as he knew a little about the trial nun, most men would be attracted to her.

Young, beautiful, pious, heroic, educated, excellent family background and blood, almost all kinds of virtues can be found in her, and what is even more commendable is that she is also a contractor who has reached the second stage.

This natural gap made countless admiration dare not turn into admiration, and could only be disguised as a male worship of the strong.

This made the sheriff even more angry!But he still forcibly showed a bit of chivalry, gritted his teeth and said:
"Get out of here as fast as you can, civilian! This is not where you should be!"

The voice hasn't fallen
"He can't go yet," Catherine said for the first time since arriving here.

The sheriff looked back in shock.

The fuzzy and soft face under the light made him dazed for a moment, a little unsure of what he heard:
"Although it's unbelievable, from now on... this guy is the main person in charge of this murder."

The sheriff looked at the beautiful woman under the light in confusion, then lowered his head to look at Sherlock who was still smoking a cigarette calmly.

He knew that Miss Catherine would bring back a capable person who could solve the case this time, but he never expected that it would be such a humble commoner.

He couldn't figure out the reason for this, so he could only stand in place for a few seconds in a daze;

but
He seemed to be able to feel that Miss Catherine didn't have a good impression of this commoner, let alone the slightest bit of respect, which made the young sheriff feel a lot better.

"Sorry." He hid the conflict in his heart: "What should I call you?"

"Sherlock private eye."

"Okay, Mr. Detective." He didn't call the other party's name, let alone his own name, but continued in a very streamlined manner:

"Since this is the case, you should know the nature of this incident, so before you see the corpse, you need to swear to the God of Order that you will not reveal all the details of this case to anyone, including your loved ones."

He proficiently babbled out a long list of oaths, but the general content was only one: rot this matter in your gut!

Sherlock had expected this kind of procedure, and civilians generally had little credibility with those in Uptown.

He himself understands this view very well. After all, most people in the lower city are busy making a living, and reputation is really worthless.

So he followed the other party and recited the oath without distraction.

After the oath was finished, there was only a light click, and a thin black card as long as a thumb popped out from the position of the sheriff's armored arm.

It was a sort of miniature phonograph record on which the vows just taken were recorded; and all vows were sent to the Church Inquisition.If someone violates it, there will be a deacon to arrest and judge him.

Under the church, it is impossible for the oath to be illusory. If you raise three fingers, you can beep blindly, and if you violate it, you will not make a ridiculous joke.

Instead, there are records, entities, and constraints that truly have a disciplinary effect.

Of course, the Tribunal will not really take every oath seriously. In their words, the Holy Light will not pay attention to those insignificant people.

Therefore, the trial court never takes the initiative to investigate someone. This institution is completely independent of the social system. Even if the mayor, general, or even the emperor or the pope wants to investigate a person and check his oath, he needs to submit absolutely reasonable and valid documents. necessary cause.

The sheriff handed the newly formed oath to a subordinate, then turned around, motioning for Sherlock to follow.

Not a few steps away, just beyond the reach of the light of the gas lamp, a deep alley was quietly hidden in the shadows.

At the junction of light and darkness, several people in priestly robes stood reverently and humblely, with their heads slightly lowered, holding brass pendants engraved with sacred scriptures in their hands, chanting rhythmically.

And in front of these people, stood a tall middle-aged man, nearly two meters tall, without hair, but with a very thick beard. The robe on his body was mainly blue, but there was a wide and abrupt blood-red The notice extended from the neckline to the hem. The night wind blew, and the robe swayed gently, outlining the exaggerated muscle outline under the robe from time to time.

This outfit shows that this person is an executive officer of the Judgment Division!

Under the church, the purest violent executor.

Different from the holy legion along the Redek Strait, these people focus on the cleansing of the empire: those who break their oaths, rebels, those who blaspheme the holy light, and those who have committed unforgivable crimes, etc. .

They have the cruelest torture, the bloodiest means, the most stringent execution, weapons comparable to the Holy Legion, and authority above the laws of the empire. They have almost everything, but they have no mercy.

Therefore, in the eyes of most citizens of the empire, this group of guys wearing scarlet notices are more terrifying than demons.

"Your Excellency Baldr." The sheriff lowered his head vigorously. Although he was much taller than the opponent with the steel armor, he still showed a clearly visible sense of humbleness: "This is Sherlock, a detective. , it was Miss Catherine."

The man named Badr raised his hand, signaling that he didn't need to speak any more; then he turned his head, his brow bone was high, and he covered his eyes in the darkness, just looking at Sherlock.

After a few seconds.
"I don't care about identity, occupation, mortal, or contractor, I don't even care if you are a citizen, my wife is dead, I need a murderer... alive!"

The voice was very deep, and no sadness could be heard, but Sherlock noticed that when the word 'alive' was spoken, the sheriff beside him shivered subconsciously.

It must have reminded me of the tortures in certain church blood prisons that made life worse than death.

After saying that, Deacon Badri turned sideways to let the light from the street lamp into the alley.

A shocking scene was presented in front of Sherlock.

(End of this chapter)