Sherlock wasn't really interested in the man named Mark in front of him, so he just nodded to him out of courtesy.

At the scene of the crime, he generally cares more about the dead one than the living.

As for Mark, as an operator in the field team, he must have a deep friendship with his teammates, and one of his colleagues was lying in the light covered in blood at this moment, so his mood must not be much better.

Plus his impression of Sherlock wasn't good at first...... From other people's descriptions, it was natural to think that he was a mess around, so he didn't even do the etiquette of responding.

Just said impatiently: "Don't just approach the cordon, the people in Scotland Yard are collecting evidence, you will disturb their work progress." ”

"Didn't you die from a demon's attack, why do you need to collect evidence?" Sherlock was a little confused.

But Mark obviously didn't want to deal with the guy in front of him, he was upset, took out a small iron wine jug, and took a few sips.

"If it's just a downtown civilian, naturally you don't have to be so troublesome." Watson behind him explained, and walked to the side by side with Sherlock, and it could be seen that the doctor was a few centimeters shorter than Sherlock:

"But our company is a department jointly established by the Holy See and the government, so the government's policing system must also be involved, and there must be a complete written report on the body.

The on-site investigators and police officers who were dispatched were the most elite people recommended by the Commissioner of the London Police.

See the man with the top hat over there, I heard that he is one of the best detectives in Scotland Yard, and he came here to make sure that this death was from a demonic attack, or a disguise after a human vendetta.

If he really died at the hands of the devil, then he will also participate in the whole process of encirclement and suppression of the eye-gouging demon.

A detective may not be so good at fighting, but his reasoning skills can be used in many places. ”

Listening to Watson's explanation, Sherlock finally nodded...... It's good to work for the Holy See or the government, at least to die clearly.

"By the way, why don't you go to the autopsy, this kind of thing should be easy for you to do, right?" Sherlock suddenly thought.

"Because the written report is written by Scotland Yard, it's better for them to check it themselves."

"But they're too slow, let's go, let's go get it and speed up the process."

"This ..... It doesn't meet the rules and regulations. Watson said with some concern, but his fingers were rubbing subconsciously.

Sherlock didn't even bother to care about this pretending guy:

"Don't talk nonsense, I have a few acquaintances at the London Police Station, come with me." After that, he directly pulled up the cordon and walked in the direction of the corpse.

"...... Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem, ......" next to Mark took a sip of wine and choked on: "Didn't you fucking hear me!" Tell you not to go over! ”

Priest Thompson has also commented before that when Mark speaks, nine and a half out of ten words are swearing, and when he is in a bad mood, it is not unusual for feces to squirt out of his mouth.

He chased after him with a mouth full of swearing, trying to find out that bastard called Shylock!

Hearing his roar, almost everyone around also looked over, including the Scotland Yard police officers who were busy around the corpse.

"Hello sir, please don't disturb our work."

A police officer from the forensics team got up and wanted to stop Sherlock, but as soon as he raised his hand, he saw the other party's face, and for a moment, he only felt that his brain was buzzing, and the whole person was petrified.

And the detective with a top hat standing next to the corpse was also looking here, but due to the strong light, he couldn't see the scene outside the light clearly, but he thought with some displeasure, these guys who were stained with the light of the Holy See were too arrogant, didn't they say that before the investigation was over, they should not come in casually.

So he stepped out of the range of the bright light, slightly covering his eyes, and trying to adapt his vision to the sudden night:

"Sir, I understand your feelings, the death of a colleague is indeed difficult to accept, but the on-site investigation is also a respect for the deceased."

As one of the top detectives in the entire London Police Department, even when dealing with these people related to the Holy See, he can behave very calmly.

And at this moment, Mark behind him also rushed over, he glared at Sherlock angrily, and then forcibly suppressed his emotions, and said to the detective in front of him:

"I'm sorry, this guy may have a brain problem, I'll let him be honest."

"We won't take too long, trust our professionalism."

If you talk about dealing with demons, of course, these people in the field team are better at it, but for the investigation of the crime scene, it must be the police detectives in Scotland Yard who have more say.

So Mark also showed due respect to him, and raised his hand to drag Sherlock away.

But that's at this time......

He seemed to see the detective in front of him and was stunned for a moment.

Then he found that the pupils under the other party's top hat were getting bigger and bigger, and it was estimated that he was gradually adapting to the light around him, and he gradually saw the man standing in front of him clearly.

Then his face began to turn pale, his mouth opened slightly, and his muscles tightened as if they were resisting some psychological fear, until a drop of sweat oozed from the tip of his nose......

Even if it's late at night after the snow.

"Summer ...... Mr. Sherlock ...... "he said the name in a trembling voice.

"Oh, hello." Sherlock didn't get too distracted.

The people in Scotland Yard saw most of them like this, and he was used to it.

And the moment he heard this name, the sounds of work around him suddenly fell silent at the same time, and then countless eyes turned over, and a depressing atmosphere began to permeate.

"Can I go see the corpse?" Sherlock asked, as if nothing was going on.

The detective in front of him didn't think about it, and he swooped out of the way, and lowered his gaze and didn't look at him: "Of course, you can use the crime scene and the corpse at will." ”

He didn't know why he had uttered the word 'use', but he thought it was a good word for Sherlock.

"Can I bring a friend in, then?"

"Of course, please."

The detective thought to himself, don't say you want to bring friends, you just take a few women standing on the street to shoot open guns next to the corpse, I don't dare to care......

Sherlock smiled with satisfaction, then turned to Watson behind him and said:

"Look, I'll just say I have a few acquaintances at Scotland Yard, right......"