Every night in London is similar, with the steam from the underground pipes venting all day until the cold breeze gently washes it over and turns it into a wet puddle that accumulates and melts into the city's streets that never dry up all year round.

And some slight ripples that do not match the direction of the night breeze can indicate that not long ago, something passed by it at high speed, causing a trace of irregular ripples.

Every alley in London is pretty much the same, with wet walls, the never-ending smell of fermented garbage, and the buzzing of flies.

But a swarm of flies can't all buzz around at the same time, and some of them must lie on their stomachs next to the trash can to lick the rotten juice.

And if there are no flies on the garbage, it can only mean that just now, something disturbed them.

In any case, the interaction between all things will inevitably leave traces, and even as soon as they are spoken, they will appear very obvious; It's just that few people are good at discovering these traces, let alone speculating on the meaning of each trace.

Fortunately, Sherlock is very good at it, even the slightest clue in his eyes is as dazzling as the bright red on the white sheet on the first night.

So, he walked slowly into the alley, not caring that the crooked-lipped man would escape, because he knew that the alley was a dead end.

You only need to take a look at the surrounding architecture and neighborhood plans to see this.

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There is a kind of magic in the alleys, once all the light enters it, it will be swallowed up, and the few gas lamps on the street will not shine in at all.

A scarlet point of light swayed in the darkness, the cigarette Sherlock was puffing.

"Hehe, you're quite smart, in this environment, you can still resist not letting your contract demon come out and attack me...... Are you afraid of exposing the fact that you are hiding here? Sherlock said as he walked, the trash cans around him were in the shadows, and only some outlines could be faintly seen.

The "......" did not respond in any way except flies and mice

"Don't waste time, I know you're here." Sherlock spat out a puff of cigarette: "I'm a very kind person, as long as you come out, let's talk openly and honestly, tell me why you came to trouble me, I promise to let you go." ”

"......" still did not move.

"Well, since you don't say it, then don't blame me for being foolish, remember the other day, I seemed to have taken a job, and a woman from Uptown was killed......" Sherlock said to himself, taking a few more steps forward.

But just as he stepped over a dumped trash can!

A gun hidden in the darkest corner suddenly lifted, and then "Bang! There was an explosion, and a huge fire bloomed in the alley!!

As mentioned earlier, while the Contractor has the ability to summon the demons of Hell, in the eyes of most Tier 1 Contractors, the gun is already the quickest and most effective way to end a human life.

So the assassin resolutely chose to shoot, after all, no matter how fast a person's reaction is, it can't be faster than a bullet!

However...... The scarlet light in the darkness flickered suddenly, and a residual phantom crossed the line of sight, and then approached rapidly, and at the moment when the gunfire illuminated the vision, it was already ghostly and close to the eyes, leaving a terrifying outline.

Of course, Sherlock can't be faster than a bullet, but the gun has a drawback, that is, it can only shoot where it can be pointed, and the bullet can't be turned.

So, he only had to distinguish the flies that were suddenly disturbed, the soft sound of the gun rubbing against the clothing, or rather, as long as it was faster than the person who fired the gun.

In a flash of lightning, Sherlock had already landed in front of the man, and at such a close distance, it was naturally impossible for him to let the other party fire a second shot, and a continuous blow sounded in the darkness, and then a pistol was thrown out, sliding right at Watson's feet.

The mild-mannered doctor did not have the slightest fear of the sudden sound of gunfire just now, but naturally leaned down to pick it up, examined the remaining bullets with great skill, and pulled the bolt, the characteristic click of the gun was compressed into a momentary rhythmic sound, as if he had done it countless times, and had already formed some kind of instinct.

And at this moment, in the darkness, a void crack has been torn open......

A spike stabbed out of it again, targeting the back of Sherlock's head.

In fact, this assassin has a very good ability to manipulate demons, and he is often able to kill his target silently and escape with his whole body, but he was very unlucky this time and ran into Sherlock.

I saw that this Mr. Detective suddenly pressed a thumb into the opponent's eye socket, which was quite unreasonable and inhumane, and his fragile eyeballs were directly crushed by the power of his fingertips!

"Uhh————hh

The pain hit without the slightest preparation, so that the person fainted, but this was not the end, Sherlock's fingers clasped the gap between the eye sockets and temples, and pulled down desperately, the man's head dragged the body connected to it, and smashed it to the ground with a ferocious sound, and then the skull collided with the masonry with a muffled 'bang'.

At the same time, Sherlock suddenly leaned back in an eerie gesture with his other hand, as if he had eyes on his back......

I don't know if he had already calculated the location of the opening of the void crack, or because of the coma of the contractor, which caused his demon to stiffen for a moment, in short, this grasp actually directly grasped the spike that had just stretched out!

Then...... Pull it out!!

A huge mosquito was dragged out of the crack like this.

The slender body, the feet like bamboo knots, the compound eyes that are enough to make people feel dense phobia, and the sharp mouthparts!

This mosquito obviously doesn't have much strength, otherwise it would not have been able to carry out sneak attacks, at this time it was caught, the whole body was writhing wildly, the slender feet were scratched randomly, and the huge insect wings made a terrible 'fluttering' sound.

However, the two people who were still standing in the alley at this time did not seem to be moved by the picture in front of them in the slightest.

The dense gunfire suddenly rang out, Watson poured out all the bullets almost instantly, and a pistol played a feeling of 'Bobosha 41' for him, sweeping the whole body of the giant mosquito, blasting open one blood hole after another, Sherlock also grabbed its insect wings, and stomped ferociously on the two huge compound eyes with one foot!! Poof~poof~ A few sounds, stepped on it directly, and then dragged the sharp mouthparts unsatisfactorily, desperately pulling out!

I only heard the sound of continuous muscle tearing, and the long needle, along with the brain and sparse tissue behind it, was all ripped out!

The mosquito twitched a few times and remained motionless...... But Watson, as a doctor, probably still had a little caution as a doctor in his bones, so he reached out and picked up a garbage can, and threw the garbage with it at the demon's corpse;

Rotten meat doesn't know how many months of rotten flesh can produce huge amounts of hydrogen sulfide and phosphating gas, this is known to a doctor, so immediately after, a bullet shot to the ground, splashing sparks easily ignited all the rotten oil and putrid juice, after a small explosion, the garbage in the place began to burn, making a crackling explosion.

The narrow space was enveloped in firelight, and Sherlock and Watson stood side by side, looking at each other for a moment, and then at the fire in front of them.

"This thing should be dead, right?"

"Uh...... I don't think I'll survive. Watson commented with the eyes of a doctor.

"It scared the hell out of me."

"yes, I'm naturally timid, but it freaks me out." Watson complained with a palpitating look, but his face flushed with excitement.

"And what about this guy?" He asked, pointing to the man Sherlock was carrying, who had long since passed out.

Sherlock thought for a moment: "I want to ask him some questions, but he doesn't necessarily want to tell me; Do you have the right place? ”

"Uh......" Watson hesitated for a moment, in fact, he instantly understood what the word "suitable" meant in the other party's mouth, so he struggled a little tangled in his heart for a while, as if he was making some important decision for his boring life,

After a while, he finally smiled again and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Of course, go to my house...... I'm a doctor, and I have a lot of tools. ”

"Good~"

In this way, the two men, who had just finished drinking, carried a poor half-dead fellow, slowly disappeared into the London night.

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Street;

"Oh, by the way, I heard Mary say that you seem to be a contractor." At the end of the dim line of sight, Watson's chatter-like voice came: "Why didn't you summon your own demon just now?" ”

"Because ......," Sherlock thought for a moment, "I'll tell you the truth, I actually tried to summon it in the first place, but...... Something seems to be wrong with my demon. ”