big devil holmes

Chapter 89
Sherlock stood quietly on the steps, watching the bloody one-sided slaughter below.

Even for low-level demons like carrion dogs, as long as a certain amount is formed, bullets, weapons that can only cause quantitative damage within a certain range, will not have much effect.

A shuttle is not even as good as a fragmented grenade.

The screams became thinner and thinner. A guy who had been disemboweled tried his best to stuff his intestines back into his stomach, and then climbed up the stairs with all his strength. He grabbed Sherlock's ankle and opened his mouth slightly, but no sound came out. .

But he should be calling for help.

As said in the allusion of "The Straw of Life", human beings will always show some kind of blind self-deception when they are on the verge of life and death. Maybe this guy under his feet feels that Sherlock is at least like a human being compared with those carrion dogs. At least he belonged to the same race as himself, so he subconsciously began to pray for help from the other party.

He completely forgot that he just stuffed the same kind into wooden boxes in batches.

Therefore, he just got a somewhat puzzled look as a matter of course.

Sherlock lit a blue torch to disperse the gunpowder smoke and bloody smell around him. A tentacle slowly crawled out from nowhere, wrapped around the ankle of the person who asked for help, and dragged it into the shadows little by little. During this process, more and more tentacles climbed up, and the man let out an inaudible cry for help, but he was wrapped tighter and tighter until he disappeared into a dark corner that could not accommodate his size at all.

Sherlock didn't pay attention to this scene that obviously goes against the common sense of physics. In this world, rationality may not apply to all situations, let alone physics.

at this time
Suddenly, the small door used to escape was pushed open, and those desperadoes who had escaped just now came back!

Moreover, each of them was even more panicked than before, as if they were avoiding something in the corridor outside.

But as soon as they returned to the basement, a few people behind found corpses, stumps, and corpses all over the place.

A large number of carrion dogs have just gnawed people to death. Just as they felt their teeth scratching, they saw a few new bones coming back, staring at their small scarlet eyes, staring straight and drooling. .

As for the few people who ran back, they were really bloody bad luck for eight lifetimes.

The person standing at the front stared at the other end of the corridor, trembling and wanting to retreat, but the people behind were so frightened by the blood and demons in the room that they just wanted to rush out. No, running backwards is not,
Several people were so miserable and awkward in place.

Sherlock frowned, looked at those people, and then followed the trend to look at the back door of the basement.
Accompanied by footsteps, a figure finally appeared.

The man's expensive suit was spattered with a few drops of blood, but overall it was clean, and there was a beautiful smile on his good-looking face, but he didn't know what happened in that corridor. As soon as they saw the other party appearing, they started to yell, and several big and three thick men hugged each other desperately, as if they were focused on squeezing themselves into each other's bodies.

Sherlock looked at Watson and frowned: "Why are you here?"

"Oh, I looked for you a few times, but found that you were not there. Just now, the door of your landlord's house happened to be open. I went to check the number I dialed, and found this place along the way." Watson responded casually : "By the way, what have you been doing these past few days?"

"Ah, I found a good book, so I always read it these days."

"You read?"

"Yeah, I quite like reading." Sherlock said solemnly: "I even like music, food, studying history, and many elegant sports."

"Elegant sports?" Watson looked at the stumped limbs and arms here pointedly, and shrugged: "Whatever you want, just say what you say."

Just like that, the two chatted a few words as if no one was there, and the survivors on the other side were dumbfounded.

For a moment, he even felt that as long as he rushed out the door, these two people would definitely not be able to catch up with him. But luckily, none of them made an attempt.

"By the way, what are you here for? Did the people in this company make you angry?" Watson finally got the topic on track.

"Yeah, it's very annoying, and these guys even tied up my landlord!"

"Oh, that's really annoying enough."

Watson nodded. In London, it is difficult to find a suitable place to live, and it is even more difficult to find a compatible landlord, so he understands Sherlock's feelings very well.

Then, he looked at the row of men, women, and children who were still unconscious by the wall.

And found Mrs. Hudson with her eyes closed.

Because he had visited Sherlock several times before, he knew the young landlord.

"Okay, take this beautiful lady away from here. If she wakes up and sees this scene, you may be homeless on the spot."

Watson always displayed the most proper gentlemanly manner in his treatment of ladies.

Immediately after
"Also, there should be a lot of people in this building, are you sure you cleaned it up? It's not good if there is such a big commotion and a few fish slip through the net."

This sentence, Hao Xuan scared the urine of the people next to him!
Sherlock said indifferently:
"It should be one or two guys who ran away. But it can be killed."

Meanwhile, just a kilometer away on Long Street.

The two were running forward desperately. Their expressions were flustered, their bodies were covered in blood, and they looked back from time to time, as if they were afraid that something terrible would emerge from the shadows that the street lights couldn't reach.

Just now, they experienced a massacre!

But he didn't understand what kind of massacre it was. Anyway, by the time he realized it, everyone around him would have died.

"He, he won't catch up!" A man couldn't run anymore, fell to the ground suddenly, rolled away, hurriedly got up and got into the nearby bushes, asking.

A burly man next to him was also exhausted, and followed him in with his last bit of strength: "If you don't know, don't fucking ask me."

He yelled about the cold weather in a low voice, and he deliberately unbuttoned the three buttons on his neckline, revealing a scar on his chest, but now, the scar was covered in cold sweat, and lost the hideousness it should have had.

Suddenly, he noticed something.
Just under the streetlight not far ahead, there is a telephone booth! !
The strong man hesitated for a moment, looked around, gritted his teeth, and rushed over, picked up the receiver and dialed Scotland Yard!
Now, he feels that being locked up in prison is the safest.
"Hello. Do you need any help?"

the operator asked quickly.

"Help! I surrender myself! I am a human trafficker, a loan shark, and I have had someone's life in my hands!! Catch me!"

His tone was extremely flustered, and he kept looking around. The small phone booth couldn't provide him with the slightest sense of security.

"What?" The operator obviously didn't understand the other party's words, but he contacted the information department very professionally and found out the location of the phone: "Sir, please try to stay calm, the nearest police officers have already rushed in your direction , if you can, please tell me what happened during this time!"

"I, he. I'm being hunted down!!!"

"Chase?"

"Yeah! I fucking shouldn't be taking this job! I shouldn't be tying that woman! I shouldn't be going out all day today! I shouldn't be stomping on that cat, it must be because of the cat, dead cat It will bring bad luck!!"

He began to complain crazily on the phone, as if this could give himself courage.

The operator was obviously in a hurry, and it sounded like an extremely complicated case: "Kidnapped? Who was kidnapped?"

"How the hell do I know, a woman who lives at 221B Baker Street!"

"Okay, calm down, the police are rushing to wait, where did you say it was tied?"

"221B Baker Street." The man roared!

Then, there was a noticeable silence on the other end of the phone for a while.

After about five seconds, it finally sounded again:
"I need to confirm again. What you meant just now is that you are a human trafficker and you have killed someone. Now someone is chasing you, and today you tied up a woman who lives in Building B, 221 Baker Street. , and trampled a cat to death, didn’t he!”

"Yes! So when your people come, I'll be here, lock me up, and I can give you a promotion! Salary increase! Please hurry up!!!"

"Crack."

The other end of the phone was hung up directly.

cold wind blowing
All that remained was a beeping sound of bewilderment.
The brawny man was obviously taken aback, he didn't understand why the person on the other side suddenly hung up.

He looked at the phone, then looked up, scanning the darkness around him.

At this moment, he was still waiting for a while before a group of policemen rushed over, then stuffed himself into the police carriage, took him to the nearest police station and locked him up.

I have already run so far, that guy will definitely not be able to catch up for a while.
He thought so.

I didn't notice at all that a crack in the void behind me had opened silently.
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