big devil holmes

Chapter 64

Sherlock is gone.
He was too lazy to pay attention to the doubts from the staff of the White Briar Security Company.

So there was no scene where a detective pointed at a group of contractors' noses in the dark and told all the reasoning, leaving them speechless and full of self-blame.

He just quickly completed the reasoning at the death scene, and then left the rest to Watson.

The two men did not have their respective responsibilities scheduled in advance.

But it was very natural and tacit to do so.

The London night after the snow was extremely cold. Sherlock was very glad that he had bought the cat litter early on. Thinking that Xiao Sanhua could curl up in it to avoid the cold wind at night, a sense of warmth rose in his heart, and he wrapped it tightly. Windbreaker, at the same time, a steam train was coming from the huge viaduct overhead, and the sound of the friction of the rails and wheels pierced through the humid air and entered her ears.

Sherlock raised his head, the body of the train and the snow under the lights were reflected against each other, like a black and white movie, he quickly walked up the steps to the elevated parking platform, and then slipped sideways into the door at the last second of departure.

It was dangerous, but finally caught up.

It may be because of the snow today, there were very few people in the carriage, Sherlock found a seat and sat down, and began to think about all this.

In fact, reasoning about human cases is always easy, because people always leave some traces of the inherent thinking of primates. Crawling, you have to find a lamp stick to urinate before committing a crime, and you have to lie on the corpse and lick it back and forth after killing someone.

But demons are different, they can do anything, not to mention those abyssal abilities beyond common sense.

So the reasoning about demons is much more complicated than that of humans, but it is also much more interesting.

Sherlock was very happy, and fell into deep thought following the swaying of the carriage and the rumble of wheels outside the window.
During this period, there was no other sound in the carriage, and some light came in from the window from time to time, maybe some street lamps with cracked gas pipes, or the light source of shops open at night, reflected by the ice and snow on the street.

"Next stop, lift the nails. Next stop, lift the nails."

The sound of the train station announcement sounded, and the horn in the carriage was obviously an old product that had not been replaced for many years. It was full of rustling noises, and the gender of the voice could not even be discerned.

But it was so late, and there were still people reporting the station. This is not the style of the London steam train in the past.

They usually don't even bother to open the car door, wishing they could drive all the way to the finish line and get off work directly.

"Next stop, set off your nails." The stop announcement sounded again.

Sherlock suddenly froze for a moment:
"Pick up your nails?"

Is this a station name?

Obviously not, there are no sites in London with this word!

Why didn't I notice it just now?
He felt a little dizzy in his head, and subconsciously looked around, only to realize after a while that a strange red halo had filled the entire carriage, like those flickering light sources The surface was covered with a layer of bright red paper.

As far as the eye can see, two passengers can be seen sitting side by side, motionless, but their faces are strangely ugly.

And Sherlock knew the reason for their ugly faces.
That is - can't move! ! !

Because he can't move himself anymore, he can't move his limbs, he can't turn his head. It seems that the only thing he can do is breathing, blinking, frowning and other tiny behaviors, as if the connection between the body and the brain has been cut off.

and then
A person came from behind.

In Sherlock's sight, this person was wearing a somewhat dirty thick windbreaker, with a hood directly connected to the collar, covering his entire head, and he couldn't see his face clearly at all, he could only hear the sound coming from the hood. Weak murmur:

"I'll do it. I'll do it"

The man muttered, passed Sherlock, staggered to the male passenger sitting at the front of the carriage, leaned down, and took out a screwdriver from his coat pocket.

"Pick up your nails."

The voice of the station announcement sounded again!
And this person also pinched the fingernails of the passenger in front of him, and inserted the tip of the screwdriver into it! ! ! !

"Uh uh uh."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

A burst of screams rang out.

That's right, the word yoyo is used to describe the screams, I saw that the mouth of the male passenger opened a little bit like a slowed down video, and a slow but extremely painful sound came out of his throat !

But his body was still unable to move, he could only maintain a sitting posture, even though the screwdriver was stuffed into the nails bluntly, and then lifted up little by little;

The speed was very slow, the man in the hood pried the thin layer of fingernails like a muscle weakness patient, and he could clearly see the bright red tender flesh underneath it like Like drawing, one by one was pulled up.

As the owner of the nails, the male passenger's eyes were bloodshot due to the tremendous pain at this moment, as if they were about to explode.

The first nail is lifted, then the second, and the third
Finally, when reaching the fourth root, right in front of the male passenger, a void crack appeared.

A thing that looked like a lamprey crawled out of it. Its body was only ten centimeters long, with densely packed legs like prawns growing on both sides, each of which was very thin, with the tip like They stuck on the man's body like small thorns one after another, then crawled over the neckline, then went up along the cheeks, and finally came to the eyeballs.

Afterwards, the small demon inserted several legs into the flesh of the passenger's face in order to stabilize its body, and the part that served as the 'head' slowly opened up, showing a round shape. It was a deep hole, but dozens of tiny and soft tentacles protruded from it, and got into the gap between the passenger's eyeball and eyelid.

After doing all this, the sucker-like mouth finally stuck to the opponent's protruding eyeballs.

Gook~ Gook~
Sherlock could clearly see the demon's body shrinking and shrinking, as if sucking, and in the process, the passenger's screams became louder and louder until there was a "boom~".

Even if he didn't see the picture, he could tell from the voice that an eyeball had been sucked out abruptly.

After that, it was the eyeball on the other side, and during this period, the man with the hood kept raising his fingernails very seriously, and kept muttering:

"I will do it~ I will do it~ Hehehe. I will do it~"

(End of this chapter)