big devil holmes

Chapter 61

Sherlock was not really interested in the man named Mark in front of him, so he just nodded to him out of courtesy.

At the scene of a crime, he usually pays more attention to the dead than to the living.

As for Mark, as an operator of the field service team, he must have a deep friendship with his teammates. At this moment, one of his colleagues is lying under the light covered in blood, so he must not be in a better mood go.

In addition, his impression of Sherlock was not good at the beginning. From other people's descriptions, it is natural to think that he is here to dawdle, so he didn't even do the etiquette of responding.

He just said impatiently: "Don't approach the cordon casually, people from Scotland Yard are collecting evidence, and you will interrupt their work progress."

"Didn't he die from a demon's attack, why do we need to collect evidence?" Sherlock was a little puzzled.

But Mark obviously didn't want to talk to the guy in front of him. He was upset, took out a small iron jug, and took a few sips.

"If you're just a commoner in the lower city, you don't have to worry about it." Watson behind him explained while walking to the side of Sherlock. It can be seen that this doctor is a few centimeters shorter than Sherlock:

"But our company is a department jointly established by the Holy See and the government, so the government's police system must also be involved, and there must be a complete written report on the corpse.

The on-site investigators and police officers dispatched here are all the most elite people recommended by the London police chief.

Did you see the man in the top hat over there? I heard that he was one of the top detectives in Scotland Yard. He came here to confirm whether the death came from a demon attack or a disguise after a human vendetta.

If he really died at the hands of the demon, then he will also participate in the entire process of encircling and suppressing the gouging-eyed demon.

Although a detective is not so good at fighting, his deduction ability can be used in many places. "

Listening to Watson's explanation, Sherlock finally nodded. It is good to work for the Holy See or the government, at least he can die clearly.

"By the way, why don't you go for an autopsy, this kind of thing should be easy for you?" Sherlock suddenly thought.

"Since the written report will be written by Scotland Yard, it would be better for them to check it themselves."

"But they are too slow, let's go, the two of us can speed up the process."

"This doesn't comply with the rules and regulations." Watson said with some concern, but his fingers were rubbing subconsciously.

Sherlock didn't even bother to care about this bumbling guy:

"Stop talking nonsense, I have a few acquaintances in the London Police Station, follow me." After finishing speaking, he pulled up the cordon and walked towards the corpse.

"Fuck cough cough cough" Mark next to him took a sip of wine and said, "Didn't you fucking hear me! I told you not to go there!"

Pastor Thompson also commented before that when Mark speaks, nine and a half out of ten words are curses, and when he is in a bad mood, it is not uncommon for him to spew feces from his mouth.

He chased after him full of curses, trying to find out that bastard called Shilock!
Hearing his roar, almost everyone around looked over, including the Scotland Yard police officers who were busy around the corpse.

"Hello sir, please do not disturb our work."

A policeman from the forensics team got up and wanted to stop Sherlock, but just as he raised his hand, he saw the other person's face. For a moment, he felt his head buzzing, and his whole body seemed to be petrified.

And the police detective wearing a top hat standing next to the corpse was also looking at this side, but due to the strong light, he couldn't see the scene outside the light clearly. The guy here is too arrogant, didn't he say that he should not come in casually until the investigation is over.

So he stepped out of the strong light, slightly covered his eyes, and tried hard to adapt his vision to the sudden night:
"Sir, I understand your feelings. The death of a colleague is indeed difficult to accept, but the on-site inspection is also a respect for the deceased."

As one of the best police detectives in the entire London police station, even when facing these people related to the Holy See, he can also behave very calmly.

And at this moment, Mark behind him also rushed over. He glared at Sherlock angrily, then forcibly suppressed his emotions, and said to the police detective in front of him:

"Sorry, this guy may have a brain problem, I will let him be more honest."

"We won't take too long, please trust our professionalism."

If it comes to dealing with demons, of course the people in the field service team are better at it, but for the investigation of the crime scene, the police detectives from Scotland Yard must have more say.

So Mark also showed due respect to him, and raised his hand to drag Sherlock away.

But it is at this time.
He seemed to see the police detective in front of him froze for a moment.

Then he noticed that the pupils under the top hat of the other party were getting bigger and bigger, probably gradually adapting to the surrounding light, and gradually seeing the man standing in front of him clearly.

Then his face turned pale, his mouth opened slightly, and his muscles seemed to be resisting some kind of psychological fear and kept tightening until a drop of sweat oozed from the tip of his nose
Even if it is late at night after the snow.

"Mr. Sherlock." He said the name tremblingly.

"Oh, hello." Sherlock said indifferently.

Most of the people at Scotland Yard saw himself this way, and he was used to it.

And the moment he heard this name, all the voices around him who were working suddenly fell silent at the same time, and then countless eyes shot over him, and a depressing atmosphere began to pervade.

"Can I go and see the body?" Sherlock asked as if nothing happened.

The police detective in front of him didn't even think about it, he moved away with a swish, and lowered his eyes without looking at him: "Of course, you can use the crime scene and the corpse as you like."

He didn't even know why he said the word 'use', anyway, he just felt that this word was suitable for Sherlock.

"Then can I bring a friend in?"

"Of course, as you please."

The police detective thought to himself, don’t say you want to bring friends, you can just take a few street girls to shoot open-air cannons next to the corpse, I don’t dare to care.
Sherlock smiled with satisfaction, then turned to Watson behind him and said:

"Look, I'm just saying I have a few acquaintances at Scotland Yard, don't I?"

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