Tomáz Córdoba......

In fact, his name is not so important, and after a while, he may not be able to remember his own name.

Because he had slowly opened the only one that was left, and then he saw a row of glass jars, and through the turbid liquid inside, he could vaguely distinguish that in one of the jars, there was a human head floating with skin tissue peeled off.

He swallowed, and the last image in his memory was of two people frantically abusing his contract demon.

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly jumped wildly, and that feeling of emptiness spread all over his body.

He could clearly feel that his contract demon was dead......

Because of the connection between the demon and its master, he began to experience the sharp pain in his mind, nausea, convulsions of all the muscles and organs in his body, emptiness, and despair.

This is a kind of backlash effect that loses the contract creature, but fortunately it has just reached the first stage, if it reaches the second or third stage, the death of the contract demon may directly cause its owner to become a madman, a vegetative person, or die on the spot due to the backlash.

It took a long time, and he finally forcibly calmed himself in the midst of this emptiness; Then he looked around and found that the place he was in was an operating room, but the sanitation was extremely bad, and all the facilities had an uncomfortable smell.

The body, on the other hand, was tied to an operating table, but instead of lying down, the operating table was raised to an almost standing angle, so that he could see his surroundings clearly.

"Are you imprisoned?" He thought.

In the next second, only the sound of 'Kara' turning a handle was heard, and the door to the room was pushed open, and a man with an extremely handsome appearance, one could even call it beautiful, walked in.

Very typical British dress, a crisp shirt and trousers, a tie of reasonable color, and light yellow hair, there is a certain noble and quiet taste between the eyebrows, and a cup of coffee in his hand, which does not seem to match the style of this room at all.

......

Looking at each other, Watson put one hand in his pocket and took a sip of coffee with a smile: "It looks like you're awake!" ”

It is estimated that a voice was heard, and soon, another person also came into sight.

Tall and lanky figure, overly angular face———— Sherlock. Sherlock holmes!

Tomáz Córdoba's only remaining eyeball widened with an undisguised fury in it!

As a dependant of Deacon Badr, after his death, he was removed from all his duties, houses, and possessions by the Holy See......

Even the right to enter church worship was denied.

As a devout believer, this is even worse than killing him!

What makes him even more unacceptable is that he has been following Deacon Badr for almost twenty years, and has carried out countless tasks issued by the Inquisition, relying on his demonic silent assassination characteristics, so that he has accumulated a lot of honors, if he accumulates a few more years, maybe he can be favored by the Holy See and train himself to be promoted to the second stage of the contractor, and at that time, he may even become a clergyman!

However, all of this was shattered on that night just a few days ago.

own masters..... He's dead!

Without warning, suddenly!

Tomáz Córdoba is only a dependent, so naturally he cannot know the truth about this matter, but he is a member of the Holy See after all, and after so many years, he also has some information channels of his own.

So after being kicked out of the church, deprived of his faith, and losing all hope in his life, he spent all the favor and credibility he had accumulated to find a name...... Shylock. Sherlock holmes.

A private investigator in Downtown.

Although the details are unknown, it was after intersecting with the detective that Deacon Badr died, on Baker Street, where the detective's office was located.

So, naturally, Tomáz Córdoba poured all his anger and reluctance out on this civilian detective.

It makes sense and reason, but this result is a bit unexpected to him.

......

"Very good, just this look can be seen that he has a high degree of hatred for me." Sherlock said, then approached the operating table, looking at the other party's face that hadn't dried off the blood, "Aren't you going to tell me something?" ”

"Hahaha————" Tomáz Córdoba laughed presumptuously, "the garbage of the lower city, you will not get any information from me, you will experience panic and uneasiness in my most vicious curse, trembling in the darkest corners, until you are killed!" ”

Sherlock frowned, looked at Watson and asked, "Do all these people in the Holy See speak in this tone?" ”

"Pretty much." Watson sipped his coffee: "People who pray a lot are like this, and Priest Thompson is usually more annoying than this!" ”

"Okay." Sherlock shrugged his shoulders and said to Tomáz Córdoba: "Then after my simple analysis, you should be a close confidant of Deacon Badr, his death has dealt you a big blow, your position in the Holy See is not high, you can only find me, a poor man in the lower city, and you want to kill me...... Of course, judging from what you just said, you probably told someone else my name, otherwise you wouldn't have been in this situation and still delusionally thought that I would be killed by that kind of 'killing', right? ”

Tomáz Cordova was stunned, and very wisely closed his mouth and stopped talking.

"Who is Deacon Badr?" Watson asked curiously.

"You must have heard the commission I received before, it's a clergyman, hey..... It's not easy to be a detective, and you will offend people from time to time. Sherlock sighed helplessly, "Then I'll leave the rest to you." ”

"Okay." Watson said, placing the coffee cup on a blood-glistening table by the wall, and then began to carefully and neatly, roll the cuffs of his shirt above his forearm, looking very ceremonial, as if he was about to sit at the piano and play a song next.

Of course, there was no piano here, so Watson took a hollowed-out hoop from a drawer and shoved it into Tomáz Córdoba's mouth.....

"Hello sir, my name is John Watson, and although I am presumptuous, I need to inform you now that a little game is about to start between us, and in the meantime, in order to prevent you from biting off your tongue and delaying our chat, I have to pull out all your teeth first."

As he spoke, he pulled out another pair of pliers, the dried blood stains on them formed a strange contrast with the beautiful hand.

In the next second, he directly stuffed the pliers into the other party's mouth, clamped a front tooth and twisted it skillfully!!!

"Uhhhh——————h

A bloody hole opened in the gums in an instant, and an inhuman scream erupted from the man's throat!

"Okay, okay, don't be so loud, tooth extraction is just a precautionary measure, our punishment hasn't started yet." Watson's eyes were smiling, and he seemed to enjoy the process: "By the way, if you want to chat, blink, of course...... I don't want you to give up so soon, you're a man of faith, right, let's play for as many hours as we can. ”

As he spoke, another tooth was pulled off.

Sherlock was very satisfied with Watson's precautions and methods, and could see that he was indeed experienced, so he simply did not bother him here......

"You play slowly, I'll wait outside."

After saying that, he walked out of the room and closed the door very thoughtfully.

The screams were cut off, and Sherlock found a couch to sit down..... But less than half an hour later, Watson pushed open the door and walked out, he wiped the blood on his hands, and muttered a little disappointed: "Really, I thought I could play a little longer." ”

"Asked?"

"Of course...... I'm a professional ......."