big devil holmes

Chapter 99 I Didn't Mean to Look Down on You

No matter how bad the situation is, the library will always open according to the established time, even during the second demon invasion.

Not to mention just a snow.

Captain Victor pushed open the door of the building in front of him, shaking off the snow from his body, revealing the overly pale face with obvious frostbite.

In fact, he didn't even know where this place was. He just got the photo from the informant and made sure that the target was inside. Then he found a nearby car dealership and hired a carriage for three times the price. Came here in the wind and snow.

The next thing he has to do is to go in, find the target, slap him to death, and leave graciously, that's all.
As an advance force along the coast of Redek Strait, he naturally developed this straight-forward style of dealing with things, because their duty is to reclaim unknown areas on the Antarctic continent. Demons without any omens or geographical markings have been living a life without a second meal for a long time.

Therefore, whether they talk or do things, they show a posture of not caring.Inside the Crusaders and the government forces, there is an extremely traditional cognition, that is, never mess with the vanguard.You never know what this group of people will fight you for. The last thing they fear is death. After all, even if you don’t fight to the death with them, their next mission will most likely be torn apart by a demon that suddenly appears A mess.

In contrast, being able to die with you is considered a "earning" thing in their eyes.

Captain Victor walked into the British Library and stayed on the front line for more than a year. A few days ago, he finally accumulated enough military merits in exchange for a few days of precious vacation away from the front line. He didn't want to kill a first-order contractor Waste time on body.

As it happened, there was almost no one in the library, so he took a mouse out of his coat pocket.
That is certainly not an ordinary mouse, in fact, as long as you look closely, you can tell that it looks like a mouse, but with a messy dozen eyeballs and four or five mouths on its round head. brat.

This kind of small demon is called "boiling rat", which often appears in the cold regions of the north. It is extremely weak in attack, has almost no defense, and is extremely timid. Despite its scary appearance, sometimes it can't even beat normal mice.

But this kind of bottom-level demon has a very useful ability, that is, they can smell the smell of other demons or contractors; and because of their extremely timid habits, they are far away from anyone except the breeder. The closer the demons or contractors are, the more frightened they are, so the screams are more miserable.

Among the front-line troops, raising boiled rats is a very common thing.

I saw Victor hold the Boiling Mouse in his hand, and then walked quickly in a certain direction. He wandered around like this for about 10 minutes. Suddenly, the Boiling Mouse in his hand began to struggle. At the same time, there was a creaking sound from the mouth.

This frequency means that there is a contractor within 50 meters nearby.

He straightened his arms immediately, and turned around in a circle, looking for the most miserable direction where the boiling mouse was calling. Using this method, he quickly came to the inconspicuous corridor at the edge of the library.

That is at this time.
creak.

A door in the corridor was opened, and a man with disheveled hair and a long windbreaker came out.

At the same time, at this very moment!

"Squeak! Squeak!!"

The Boiling Rat in Captain Victor's hand suddenly went crazy!
Its call was suddenly raised several times, and its whole body began to twist violently. It seemed that it would rather break its own skin than escape, and its big eyes were madly moving in different directions. Turn around, and finally click. It doesn't move.

"???" Victor was a little confused.

He shook the little guy in his hand, and then he was even more confused to find that the dead
what's the situation? ? ?
Boiling Rat was indeed very timid. When he was on the front line, he would show extreme panic when encountering large demons, but he had never fainted or died from fright.

Therefore, Victor took it for granted that this little guy suddenly came from a place of minus [-] degrees to a "warm area" of minus ten degrees. He was a little uncomfortable, and the huge difference in temperature led to sudden death?
He is not a scholar who studies demons in the School of Life Sciences, and he doesn't care about it. He just threw the boiling rat on the ground with some helplessness, and looked at the man at the other end of the corridor openly.

And the other party is also looking at him.

The moment their eyes met, Victor suddenly smiled and took out the photo in his pocket.

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" He asked politely.

"Yes." Sherlock just closed the door, and then, for some reason, he began to untie the scarf that had been tied.

"Oh, that's good, I'm sorry to inform you."

"You're here to kill me, aren't you, Captain Victor?" Sherlock put the scarf on the ground, he didn't look confused at all, let alone panic, he just moved his shoulders along the way.

Victor was obviously taken aback: "You know me?"

"Of course I don't know each other, but when you looked at the photo just now, you took out the envelope containing the photo. It was clearly written on it, and Victor signed for it."

He froze for a moment, subconsciously touched his pocket.

"But there is only one name, why do you call me Captain?"

"It's a long story, but you must listen?"

"Of course, in return, I'll do something quick." He responded with some curiosity.

Sherlock shrugged indifferently: "Actually, it only takes a little simple reasoning. The snow on your feet hasn't melted yet. It shouldn't be long before you entered this building, but you are eager to take off your hat and open your coat. Your body adapts to it." The temperature in the city must be much lower than the outside. These days, London has experienced a severe cold wave once every ten years. There are not many places colder than this. The first thing I thought of was the front line on the Antarctic continent;

Moreover, people who have lived in cold regions for a long time have very strict requirements on shoes. A pair of good shoes is equivalent to your second life. You have changed your crusader uniform, but you are still wearing your shoes habitually, and the laces are sealed There is also the imprint of sunflowers on it.The traces of frostbite on the face are very clear, including around the eyes.

You don’t often wear windproof glasses, because you need to observe things in the distance at all times, or in the absence of any environmental occlusion, the windproof glasses will refract the light from the snow, so you are likely to belong to the vanguard of combat, or Investigators, I am more inclined to the latter, because the soldiers in the vanguard don't have much time to go home and visit relatives, anyway, they shouldn't appear in London casually.

Oh, you don’t often wear a mask. There are also many frostbite marks on your jaw and lips. The corners of your mouth are inevitably dry and cracked because you often open and close in cold places. It should be because you need to give orders frequently. On the front line, you need to Those who have been yelling are obviously people like the squad leader. After all, people with low positions only need to obey, while second lieutenants or field officers with higher ranks only need to give the most basic strategic orders. Only the captain The lowest-level commanders will do the most tedious but unflattering dirty work.

Oh sorry, I didn't mean to look down on you. "

(End of this chapter)