big devil holmes

Chapter 88 That guy should be here.
It's hard to imagine how a person can keep silent and resist screaming in front of such cruel dragging and the horrific blood all around.

It can only be said that extreme fear can make people go beyond their physical limits.

"Yes, please pull up"

"Pull up the seventh book on the left-hand side of the fourth row, right?" Before the other party finished speaking, Sherlock continued.

The middle-aged man who was carrying it in his hand was obviously stunned for a moment.
The gate of the basement gate was built very secretly, and even a large number of people in the company did not know it.

But Sherlock must be able to see it. After all, paper books are like a girl's pure heart. After being touched a few times by a fat man's big oily hands, it will leave extremely obvious marks.

In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that Sherlock didn't want to waste time by glancing at every room, and because he wanted to have a witness to it all, he wouldn't have to keep dragging the thing around.

Because the entrance to this basement is too conspicuous.

In a loan shark company, there is a row of bookshelves filled with academic works, literary manuscripts, and even a few children's books. It's not right to think.

Fortunately, Sherlock found the entrance to the basement, and he felt that no amount of fear would make the guy in his hand feel more regret.

So he sincerely thanked this person for his guidance along the way, and then only heard a 'click'!
He stepped on the man's spine with one foot, and then pulled his hair back violently with one hand.

After a crackling sound characteristic of bone breaking, the body was folded in half at an inconceivable angle.

This is not an easy task, because if it is not done well, the opponent's scalp will be torn off. Sometimes the thick scalp will be torn all the way to the back of the spine, but the spine is intact.

That way, people will suffer unnecessary pain for nothing, so in order to avoid this happening, Sherlock has practiced many times in private, and now he can guarantee that he will be sure.

After doing this, the middle-aged man died as he wished. Sherlock shook off the blood on his hands, then straightened up and pulled the book on the shelf.

"Squeak~~~"

With a not too loud friction sound, the bookshelf slowly slid towards the side, revealing the sealed iron door behind.

There is a rope next to the door, which is obviously a doorbell. In such a soundproofed room, the knocking sound is sometimes blocked, so the rope is used and the bell is hung on the other end of the door.

Sure enough, not long after, a small sliding door above the gate was pulled open, and a pair of bloodshot eyes, who had obviously been working under the gas lamp for a long time, came to the small window and looked suspiciously at the people outside the door.

The gas pipeline in the basement is obviously not the same line as the one above, so the lights are still on, and because it is too dark outside, the people behind the door can only see a vague outline.

"What are you doing? It's dark."

The man muttered angrily.

And within a second before the words fell, three things happened!

For the first one, Sherlock directly stretched out two fingers, and with an unmistakable pop, they inserted them directly into the opponent's eye sockets through the small window. Those two eyeballs were like two small tomatoes that hadn't fully developed yet , exploded in response, and the bright red juice inside gushed out.

Immediately afterwards, Sherlock pinched the gap between the other's cheekbones and eye sockets fiercely with his fingers, and dragged the other's head towards the iron gate with all his strength, and his whole face slammed into the iron gate until then. , that talent finally burst into a violent roar.

At the same time, the second thing happened was that several tentacles in the shadows had sprung out quickly, burrowed into the door against the edge of the person's cheek, and then skillfully removed the bolt behind it.

Of course, this is not all. In fact, during the process, or in other words, the moment the small iron window was pulled open and Sherlock's sight fell inside the door, three void cracks were about to open behind the door.

From each crack, two to three hellhounds rushed out ferociously. These **** creatures covered in rotten flesh barely needed any visual reference. The first moment they rushed out, they relied on their sense of smell and rushed straight into the depths of the basement. .

Immediately afterwards, there were bursts of miserable screams coming up from below.

And until then, Sherlock closed the eye sockets of the person behind the door, and opened the door unhurriedly.
Everything happened so fast!

It seemed that at that moment, the strong basement was breached, and all the workers were in a mess. However, these people still had some weapons in their hands, so there were shots everywhere in an instant, but the carrion dogs completely ignored pain or death. , Grabbing any moving guy, he opened his bloody mouth, bit it without mercy, and then tore it crazily, gunshots, barking, screaming, all mixed together for a while, and Sherlock was here In chaos and gore, walked into the basement
Of course, not everyone was panicked by the sudden demon invasion, and they have been doing blood-licking activities for a long time, so there are also a few desperadoes with strong psychological quality among these people. They hold guns, And using the tragic death of his companion as a cover, he quickly retreated to the back door of the basement.

Uh, yes. There is also a hidden door in the basement for retreating. How could there be only one exit in this kind of place.

A few desperadoes rushed out crazily, running desperately along a corridor, the gas lamps above their heads kept flickering, as if they were beating the rhythm for the messy escape.

There is a door not far ahead, and the door leads directly to the street. No matter who it is, it is impossible to kill people indiscriminately on the street in this society ruled by law! !
Although it is a bit ridiculous, these desperadoes are actually beginning to rejoice that this is a beautiful era of murder and crime.

However, at this time
creak.
The door in front of him was pulled open.

Some snowflakes came in with the cold wind, and a tall man stood outside the door, wearing a very elegant brown thick suit and a warm-colored scarf, with a few strands of curly blond hair hanging on his forehead, like a A gentleman who pushes open the door of a fancy restaurant to meet a beautiful girl.

Watson shook the snow on his shoulders, and then looked at the bewildered desperadoes in front of him.

"hello"

He greeted him very politely, and then showed a very charming smile.

"Seeing your flustered looks, that guy should be here."

(End of this chapter)