No matter how bad the circumstances, the library will always open at the scheduled time, even during the second demonic invasion.

Not to mention just a snowfall.

Captain Victor pushed open the door to the building in front of him, shaking off the snow from his body, revealing his overly pale face with obvious chilblains.

In fact, he didn't even know where this place was, he just got the picture from the informant, determined that the target was inside, and then found a nearby car dealership, paid three times the price, and hired a carriage to come here in the wind and snow.

The next thing he has to do is to walk in, find that target, slap him to death, and then leave generously, and that's it.

As the advance force on the shores of the Redk Strait, he naturally developed this straightforward style, because their duty is to reclaim the unknown areas of the Antarctic continent, set foot in the inaccessible frozen soil, meet demons without any warning and geographical marking, and live a long life without a meal.

Therefore, whether they speak or do things, they have a posture of disregard. Within both the Holy Legion and the government forces, there is an extremely traditional belief that you should never mess with the pioneers. You never know what this group of people will fight you for, and the last thing they fear is death. After all, even if you don't fight with them, there is a good chance that their next mission will be torn apart by the demon that suddenly sprang out.

In contrast, being able to die with you is a thief's 'earning' thing in their eyes.

Captain Victor walked into the British Library, stayed on the front line for more than a year, and finally saved up enough military merit a few days ago in exchange for a few precious days off from the front line, and he didn't want to waste time killing a first-order contractor.

It just so happened that there was almost no one in the library, so he pulled a mouse out of his coat pocket.

Of course, it was not an ordinary mouse, in fact, if you looked closely, you could see that it was a little guy who looked like a mouse, but had a messy dozen eyes and four or five mouths on its round head.

This small demon is called 'Boiling Rat', which often appears in the cold regions of the north, and is extremely weak in attack, with almost no defense, and very little courage.

But even the lowest demons have a very useful ability, that is, they can smell the scent of other demons or contractors; And because of their extremely timid habits, the closer they get to demons or contractors other than the keepers, the more frightened they become, and the more miserable they become.

Among the front-line troops, raising boiling rats is a very common thing.

I saw Victor squeeze the boiling rat in his hand, and then walked briskly in a random direction, just wandering around like this for about twenty minutes, suddenly, the boiling rat in his hand began to struggle, and the four or five mouths also made a squeaking sound at the same time.

This frequency means that there is a contractor within 50 meters of the vicinity.

He immediately straightened his arms and spun in circles, looking for the most miserable direction of the boiling rat's call. In this way, he soon came to the inconspicuous hallway at the edge of the library.

That's when it happened.

Squeak.

A door in the hallway opened, and a man with a somewhat messy hair and a long trench coat stepped out of it.

At the same time, still in this moment!

"Squeak squeak!! Squeak squeak!! ”

The boiling rat in Captain Victor's hand suddenly seemed to go crazy!

Its cry rose several times higher, and its whole body began to writhe violently, as if it would rather break its own skin than escape, and its big eyes swirled wildly in different directions, and finally rattled at all. Don't move.

“？？？” Victor was a little confused.

He shook the little guy in his hand, and then found that he was dead

What's the situation???

The courage of the boiling rat is indeed very small, and when it is on the front line, it will also show extreme horror when encountering a large demon, but it has never been frightened alive and fainted, or scared to death.

Therefore, Victor naturally thinks that this little guy has come from a place of minus 30 degrees to a 'warm area' of minus 10 degrees Celsius, and is a little uncomfortable, and the huge difference in temperature has led to sudden death?

He wasn't one of those scholars who studied demons in the Academy of Life Sciences, and he didn't care about that, but he just threw the boiling rat in his hand to the ground a little helplessly, and looked at the man at the other end of the corridor generously.

And the other party is also looking at him.

The moment their eyes met, Victor suddenly smiled and took out the photo in his pocket.

"Sherlock. Mr. Holmes? He asked, thinking he was polite.

"Yes." Sherlock just closed the door, and then, for some reason, began to untie the scarf that had been tied.

"Oh, that's good, sorry to inform you."

"You're here to kill me, aren't you, Captain Victor." Sherlock placed his scarf on the ground, not looking at all puzzled, let alone flustered, just moving his shoulders in obscurity.

Victor was visibly stunned: "You know me?" ”

"Of course I don't know, but when you looked at the photo just now, you also took out the envelope containing the photo, and it was clearly written on it, and Victor signed for it."

He was stunned and subconsciously touched his pocket.

"But there's only one name, why do you call me captain?"

"Well, it's a long story, but you want to listen?"

"Of course, in return, I'll be a little smarter." He replied with some curiosity.

Sherlock shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Actually, it only takes a simple reasoning, the snow on your feet has not yet melted, and it should not be long before you enter this building, but you are in a hurry to take off your hat and open your coat, the temperature that your body is adapted to must be much lower than that outside, London is a big cold wave once in more than ten years these days, there are few places that are colder than this, and the first thing that comes to my mind is the front line on the Antarctic continent;

And people who have lived in cold areas for a long time have very strict requirements for shoes, a good pair of shoes is equivalent to their second life, you change into the uniform of the Holy Cult Army, but the shoes are habitually still worn, and there are sunflower marks on the shoelace seal. Signs of chilblains on the face are clear, including around the eyes.

You don't often wear windproof glasses, because you need to always observe things in the distance, or in the absence of any environmental cover, the windproof goggles will refract the light from the snow, so you are likely to belong to the vanguard of the battle, or the scout, I prefer the latter, because the soldiers of the vanguard team do not have much spare time to go home to visit their relatives, anyway, they should not appear casually in London.

Oh, you don't often wear a mask, your chin, there are a lot of frostbite marks on your lips, and the corners of your mouth are inevitably dry and cracked because they often open and close in cold places, it should be because you need to give orders frequently, on the front line, it is obvious that the person who needs to keep shouting is the team leader, after all, people with too low positions only need to obey, and the second lieutenant or colonel-level officer at the high point of the military rank only needs to give the most basic strategic orders, and only the lowest commander like the captain will do the most tedious but thankless dirty work.

Oh sorry, didn't mean to look down on you. ”

(End of chapter)