After the gates of hell were opened, human beings rarely showed the attribute of 'unity', and there was no country in the world, and it was called an empire.

And London ...... It is one of the few cities that still retains its original name.

Of course, it also retains the gray hue that will not go away.

Noon......

There is almost never such a thing as 'sunshine' here.

The entire city had been hollowed out to build the huge steam pipes and furnaces, and a group of respected mechanics had dug through the Thames, channeling its water deep underground, and then cooking and burning it around the clock, emitting thousands of tons of water vapor into the sky every day, and then turning it into acidic rain.

In the words of the old guys who have the name 'scientists', it's recycling, so you never have to worry about the day when you won't be able to burn steam.

Of course, they didn't say a word about the fewer and fewer trees.

But the citizens don't care, they just know that this is London, with the world's largest and most advanced steam furnace, the whole city is wrapped in mechanical pipes, and steam is productivity, which is undoubtedly a pride.

It would be even better if the air could be a little cleaner.

At this time, Sherlock walked through this mechanical city; He rode in a cheap horse-drawn carriage that stopped at a distance of five pence a kilometre, with a huge suitcase at his feet, which made the already small space even more crowded, and the noise of people outside the window, the occasional roar of factory operations and the distant church bells.

In fact, sometimes, he really can't understand people's thoughts.

For example, even though the mechanical creations are getting more and more bulky and inefficient, there is still a lot of faith in them, believing that 'boiling water' will eventually save the world.

For example, I knew that no matter how much I called, the road would not be clear, but almost everyone was urging the car in front of me to hurry up!

For example, the uncle named Jack knew very well that as a killer, there would definitely be no good death, but when he wanted to arrest him, he still screamed and stabbed him with a knife.

Sherlock is poor to death, he just wants to catch a few murderers and make a little money, what's wrong with him?

But Old Jack didn't cooperate at all, and treated him so roughly, Sherlock was frightened at that time, and subconsciously snatched the knife over, and then slammed the whole blade with the handle into the opponent's waist.

Well...... Fortunately, human beings have two kidneys, and they can survive if one is broken......

At least I can live for a while.

So in order to save time to go to the police station, Sherlock specially called a carriage, which also avoided the prisoner from a large amount of blood loss shock, or died of pain.

He's always been so caring, even when it comes to murderers.

......

At half past two in the afternoon, the carriage stopped at the main entrance of Scotland Yard.

'Scotland Yard' is actually the name of the Metropolitan Police in London, as for why it is called, Sherlock doesn't know, he doesn't care, he just walks out of the carriage with the huge suitcase.

As he paid the money, the coachman's eyes inevitably looked at the box again.

Because it was so big, I don't know what it contained, it was bulging, and the weight almost broke the wooden handle, but the guest in front of me didn't see the slightest difficulty in carrying it.

"Sir...... Mr?! ”

"Oh!" The coachman came to his senses: "Excuse me, it's 25 pence." ”

Even the cheapest fare, under the accumulation of the journey, has become a large expense, and Sherlock took out a few coins and handed them over.

"May the Light bless you." The coachman took the money and said habitually.

"The Light has no time to bless me."

Sherlock replied weakly, and then ignored the coachman's surprised expression, and walked straight to the police station, the tall and thin back and the box in his hand formed a very inconsistent scene, the coachman looked at it in a daze, and for a moment, he felt dazzled, because he seemed to see something in the box and twisted with difficulty.

......

Entering the police station, the noise here is even more noisy than on the street, after the second demon invasion, the security of London has not been very good, murder, theft, robbery, frequent everywhere, it may be that the citizens feel that even if they keep to themselves, maybe one day they will be bitten to death by small demons drilled out of the cracks in the void on the street, and they will simply have revenge and revenge.

"Bastard, get out of the way!"

There was a shout from the crowd, and then a drunken homeless man stumbled out of the crowd, his hands shackled, clearly guilty.

At the same time, this benevolent brother must have drunk too much, otherwise he would not have thought of rushing out of the police station with a fat body; Sure enough, in the next second, a policeman directly knocked him down, and the baton in his hand poked fiercely into the drunk's armpit, accompanied by a burst of electricity, the prisoner convulsed, and there was a smell of urine in the air.

This kind of situation is already the norm in Scotland Yard, and the surrounding police officers didn't care at all, and took the opportunity to slap the prisoner next to him with the baton in their hands, signaling to be honest, otherwise they will give you a while.

"What a fucking bad luck."

The policeman who threw down the drunk man got up, shook the urine stains on his uniform, and saw a well-dressed person standing next to him, and subconsciously complained:

"Sorry sir, the recent prisoners have not been very obedient......"

But as soon as he said half of it, he was suddenly stunned.

Because he saw that the other party was carrying a huge suitcase...... He obviously knew the box, for his eyes flashed with a hint of horror uncontrollably, but he still raised his head with a hint of luck......

As his gaze moved up, he also saw the other person's face, and the eyes that seemed to never wake up.

At this moment, the fierce face that was still fierce when he was just electrocuted instantly became very well-behaved.

"Summer ...... Mr. Sherlock......"

The voice is not loud, just a soft hum in the throat.

But at the moment when the name floated out, the surrounding noise suddenly held up a lot, and then swished, and countless eyes were cast on it, which was faintly mixed with some gasping sounds.

Sherlock didn't care about the strangeness of the people around him, or he was used to it, he just looked at the well-behaved police officer in front of him worriedly, and handed the large box in his hand forward:

"Now, a murderer, caught directly at the scene of the murder, seems to be named Jack...... Or Mike, anyway, you can check the case record. ”

He said casually, and when he saw that the other party didn't dare to take it, he simply let go.

"Poof!" A bang.

The box slammed into the ground like a lump of fat pork filled with water, and some blood splattered out of the leather joints at the bottom of the box, causing everyone nearby to hide a few steps back.

"Director Lestrade in the office?" He continued.

The police officer in front of him didn't dare to think too much, and nodded hurriedly.

Sherlock: "Thanks. ”

Now that a criminal has been caught, he naturally has to talk to the chief about the reward.

In fact, it stands to reason that if someone else catches a criminal, there is no need to trouble the chief to be so excited, just ask the police department to register casually, except for Sherlock.

He walked out of the crowd, his surroundings naturally giving way. Suddenly, a police officer seemed to remember something, and hurriedly shouted:

"Mr. Sherlock, please..... Please stay. ”

"Huh?" He looked back.

The man had the courage not to let his gaze dodge, and said solemnly: "The director is now receiving a very important guest, ...... It's best not to bother him just yet. ”

"An important guest?" Sherlock thoughtfully: "Okay, I'll wait for him in the reception room first." ”

Walk through the quiet crowd and over an unmanned corridor into the elevator......

Although the word 'electricity' is in the name, it still basically relies on steam, no way, no matter how fashionable electricity is, it is still too narrow in scope, and can only be reduced to a kind of foil of the times, just like those conservative veterans on the battlefield, trying to use guns to defend against demons.

"Click~"

The lighter made a soft sound, and the weak flame trembled close to the cigarette, as if afraid, but did not dare to dodge.

That's when ......

"Wait a minute."

There was a soft cry in the hallway, and a woman, looking to be about 25 years old, was dressed in a somewhat strange nun outfit, without cumbersome long skirts and headscarves, but instead all changed to a shape-shaping style suitable for the movement.

Sherlock let out a long puff of smoke, enveloping his entire face in the mist.

He didn't press the elevator button..... Let the elevator doors close slowly.

"Time waits for no one, beautiful lady......"