Giant of Light: I am the Old Ones

Chapter 393 211B Baker Street
It was already noon when I woke up, which was very unusual.

Amanda's body now only needs three or four hours of sleep to recover as before, but now she actually slept for nearly ten hours straight.

Is it because Omega is too tired?
In order to bring himself out of that world, he must have spent a lot of energy, and he also came into contact with the body of the unknown giant of light, and he still hasn't explained to himself what happened.

But Amanda didn't bother Omega, he packed himself up, put on a combat uniform, and walked out the door.

When I came to the balcony on this floor and looked towards the city, the dark high-rise buildings did not have the bright feeling of glass curtain walls in the 21st century. Instead, they had the brown flavor of the heavy metal frames of the industrial era and early concrete, like Walking in a decaying steel jungle.

Especially when there was no one on the street, and the acrid smoke came out from the stove burning those monster bodies within a few streets, this depressive feeling became more and more intense.

It seemed that except for the fact that the small town of Louisiana had this kind of atmosphere at the beginning when it encountered a disaster, Amanda had never seen that city be so lifeless.

This is London, one of the most developed cities since the European Renaissance and into the 21st century.

But now there are only these urban buildings that seem to be dying, seeming to indicate something.

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The sound of gunfire has been very weak, or it may be because the battle line has been pushed to the other side of the city.

Soon after, several trucks drove into the nearby neighborhood, carrying people from the church.

They began to distribute bread and drinking water to people hiding in high floors. Although the college's monitoring showed that the tap water was still safe, no one dared to drink it.

Because people have long spread that these monsters emerge from bodies of water.

Maybe there are already countless corpses lying down in the reservoir of the waterworks.

"Do you want to go down and take a look? This area is fairly safe, mainly because there is a small park in the west area, and the terrain is relatively complicated. Our people can't rush in for the time being."

Jagula suddenly appeared behind him without any footsteps or warning.

Amanda turned around just as he had something in his pocket.

Jagula continued: "Geddy is a good partner. It has been protected by a black knife team to search for the source of this pollution. Oh, by the way, I have some troubles here that just need you."

Amanda motioned to Jakura to continue, he wouldn't mind helping.After all, I guess that the frequent crises now are probably caused by the dark cultists who are so crazy that they use the power left by other old rulers. After all, it is related to the old days.

Maybe the weakest Old Ones can be temporarily "suppressed" by a few farmers without affecting the real world, or because of incorrect time and space restrictions, they are obviously capable of annihilating the world but are sent back by a ship (General Ke: Who is there? calls me?).

But most of the old powers have been liberated, and even if their bodies are not here, they will still cause disasters on the level of divine disasters.

"There is a church hospital nearby, St. John. You really like to name it after the saints and sages." Jagula continued: "The place is big enough, so it has accommodated many patients who were not fatally injured when being preyed on, and even Including the wounded in our combat troops. Now there are some changes in these wounded, and I need you to investigate clearly. If you need experts in relevant pathology, the current professors at the London College are at your disposal. But I think many professors I can’t wait to participate in research related to pollution.”

Amanda nodded, ready to pack her things and go over to take a look.

Sometimes the pollution itself does not have a big impact. Maybe the number of humans eaten every day is not as many as the number of people who die from various accidents in London throughout the day.

But those who are injured, especially at the risk that the contamination will spread, are potential ticking time bombs.

Amanda got a map of the city. Most of the motor vehicles had been mobilized and sent to the front. Although he had the right to use some of the vehicles in stock, the place was not far away and it was still safe for the time being.

In addition, he had to carefully observe the situation nearby, so he walked over alone.

On the contrary, the professors of related majors rushed to the scene when problems occurred yesterday.

Amanda walked two streets away and could already see the church spire of St. John's Hospital, twinkling in the afternoon sun.

The neighborhood finally gained some popularity, and volunteers wearing armbands were busy carrying supplies back and forth.

Not just sick people, many residents with their own families and homeless people prefer to spend the night in the area close to the mission hospital, although the college has assured that the nearby area has been decontaminated.

If you live on at least three floors and don't be attracted by strange animal roars, you won't be in danger.

After all, the "cables" used by those monsters to connect to the main body are not too long.

But people are still willing to hide near the mission hospital, even though there are not many high-rise buildings here and the terrain is low, which is very risky.

"Are you from the college? It doesn't look like a local student. Hello, young sir, I have something to ask you."

Amanda was stopped by a person in an alley behind her. It was strange that she still dared to stay alone in a dark corner at this time.

He turned around and saw a very tall but thin man wrapped in a coat and holding a briefcase in his hand.

The man's gray eyes were staring straight at him with a misty confusion.

The other party's voice was pleasant to hear, with a natural affinity, and seemed to be able to turn into a thunderous roar that was deafening in an instant.

"Sherlock Holmes, a, um, private detective, was registered at the college. It's interesting, a profession with the nature of a vigilante actually requires relevant certificates to be assessed at the college. I am a top student at Oxford Cathedral College and Cambridge. This makes Those old guys were angry."

Sherlock stretched out his hand, his prominent nose features waving, indicating his seriousness, and he added:

"I live at 211B Baker Street. If you have time, you can come here to drink tea, coffee or whatever, or fruit drinks. Well, it seems that my enthusiasm has scared you. We can go to a sunny location for a while. , have a good chat.”

This man seems to always take the initiative to speak in his own hands and never gives others the power to refuse.

Amanda quickly came back to her senses. He just sighed that he could actually meet Holmes, and moreover, he was in an era when he should not have been born.

He would not be born until 1854.

He noticed Sherlock's eyes wandering towards the hospital, realized the purpose of this great detective, and said:

"You want me to take you to that hospital, right?"

Sherlock said with satisfaction: "You are really a smart man. This is my ID, stamped by the college. However, this ID only allows me to investigate some minor issues, but what happened inside the hospital last night and a case I have been pursuing Related, I need to enter it legally. If I hadn’t met you, I would have prepared to use some other means to enter.”

"Why me?" Amanda was curious, did she look so easy to talk?
Sherlock showed a sly look and said, "Because people from other colleges or the patrolmen at the city hall will tell me to go away when they hear my greeting. But you are waiting for me to come and communicate with you. . You are not a person who is too good at rejecting others, or you have special confidence in yourself and can cope with all situations."

(End of this chapter)