Sherlock is gone......

He didn't bother to pay attention to the doubts of the White Thorn Security Company personnel.

So instead of appearing in the night, a detective pointed to the nose of a group of contractors and told all the reasoning, leaving the other party speechless and full of self-reproach.

He just quickly completed the reasoning at the scene of death, and then left the rest to Watson.

The two men did not arrange their respective duties in advance.

But it's just a natural and tacit way to do it.

The night in London after the snow was extremely cold, Sherlock was very glad that he had bought the cat nest early, thinking that Xiao Sanhua could curl up in it, hiding from the cold wind at night, his heart was inexplicably warm, he wrapped his trench coat tightly, and at the same time, a steam train came from the huge viaduct overhead, and the sound of the tracks rubbing against the wheels penetrated through the humid air into her ears.

Sherlock looked up, the body of the train and the snow in the lights like a black-and-white movie, and he walked briskly up the steps to the elevated parking platform, then slipped sideways into the door at the last second of departure.

It's dangerous, but it's finally in time.

Probably because it was snowing today, there were very few people in the carriage, and Sherlock found a seat and sat down, and began to think about it all.

In fact, it is always easy to reason about human cases, because people will always leave some traces of the inherent thinking of primates, and even contractors with special abilities are rarely able to do behaviors such as 'belly up, limbs turned outward and crawling, before committing murder, you have to go to find a lamp stick to pee, and after killing someone, you have to lie on the corpse and lick it back and forth'.

But demons are different, they can do anything, let alone those abyssal abilities that transcend common sense.

So the reasoning of demons is much more complicated than that of humans, but it is also much more interesting.

Sherlock was amused, and just fell into deep thought as the carriage swayed and the wheels rumbled outside the window......

During this time, there was no sound in the carriage, and from time to time some light came in through the window, perhaps from some street lamps with cracked gas pipes, or light from shops that were open at night, reflecting the snow and ice on the street.

"Next stop, lift your nails..... Next stop, lift your nails ......"

The sound of the train announcing the station sounded, and the horn in the carriage was obviously an old product that had not been replaced for many years, and it was all rustling noise, and it was not even possible to hear the gender of the voice.

But at such a late hour, there were still people reporting the station...... This is not the style of the London steam trains.

They usually don't even bother to open the car door, and they can't wait to drive all the way to the end and get off work directly.

"Next stop, lift your nails ......" The sound of the station sounded again.

Sherlock was suddenly stunned at this time:

"Lift your nails?"

Is this a station name?

Apparently not, there are no sites in London that have anything to do with this word!

Why didn't you notice just now?

He felt that his brain was a little drowsy, and subconsciously looked around, only to realize that the entire carriage had been filled with a strange red halo at some point, as if the surface of those flickering lights had been wrapped in a layer of bright red paper.

As far as the eye can see, two passengers can be seen sitting side by side, motionless, but their faces are strangely ugly.

And Sherlock knew the reason for their ugly faces......

That is——— can't move!!

Because he couldn't move himself, he couldn't move his limbs, he couldn't turn his head, it seemed that the only thing he could do was breathe, blink, frown, and so on, and these small acts were like being cut off from his body and brain.

And then immediately after that......

A man walked up from behind.

In Sherlock's sight, the man was wearing a somewhat dirty thick trench coat with a hood directly attached to the collar, wrapping his entire head so that he couldn't see his face at all, and could only hear a faint murmur coming from the hood:

"I'll do it...... I'll do ......."

The man muttered, walked past Sherlock, staggered over to the male passenger seated at the front of the carriage, bent down, and pulled a screwdriver out of the pocket of his coat.

"Lift your nails ......"

The sound of the newspaper station sounded again!

And the man pinched the nail of the passenger in front of him and ...... the tip of the screwdriver Inserted in!!!

"Uhh......hh

"Ahhhh!!!h

A scream rang out.

That's right, the word Yoyo is used to describe the scream, and I saw that the male passenger's mouth opened a little bit like a slowed video, and his throat made a slow but extraordinarily penetrating painful sound!

But his body still couldn't move, so he could only keep sitting upright, letting the screwdriver rigidly stuff into his fingernails, and then lift it up little by little;

The speed was very slow, and the man wearing the hood was like a patient with muscle weakness prying the thin layer of nails, and he could clearly see that the bright red tender flesh attached underneath was pulled up one by one like a drawing.

As the owner of the nails, the male passenger's eyes were already full of bloodshot eyes because of the huge pain, as if they were about to burst out.

The first nail is lifted, then the second, then the third......

Finally, when he reached the fourth root, just in front of the male passenger, a void crack appeared.

A lamprey-like thing crawled out of it, a body just over a dozen centimeters long, with dense shrimp-like feet on both sides, each very thin, the tip of which was pierced into the person's body like a small thorn, and then crawled over the neckline, and then went all the way up the cheek, and finally came to the eyeball.

The small demon then plunged several limbs into the flesh of the passenger's face in order to secure its body, and the 'head' slowly opened to reveal a deep round hole, but dozens of small, soft filaments poked out of it, burrowing into the gap between the passenger's eyeballs and eyelids.

After doing this, the mouth like a suction cup finally stuck to the other party's bulging eyeballs.

Goo ~ Goo ~ Sherlock could clearly see that the demon's body was shrinking and shrinking, as if it was sucking, and in the process, the passenger's screams became louder and louder, until there was a 'poof~'.

Even if you don't see the picture, you can tell from this voice that an eyeball has been sucked out.

After that, it was the other side of the eyeball, and during this time, the hooded man kept cocking his nails very seriously, and his mouth kept muttering:

"I'll do it~ I'll do it~ Hey, hey, hey...... I'll do it~"

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