Sherlock is a detective.

And as a detective, he usually takes over the most, is to stalk his mistress, looking for his wife's sexual partner and other work, although he prefers to arrest those who are on the wanted list, but he can't always keep an eye on the murderer, and the fight against criminals needs to be relaxed, otherwise who will commit crimes in the future?

If no one sins, how can they have any income?

Therefore, he is also very good at tracking and tracking basic business.

As he said before, if he wants to find someone, then this person will definitely not be able to escape.

At dusk today, he came to the White Thorns Security Company, but he didn't go in, just glanced at the door, and found the whereabouts of the target he was looking for.

At this time when the snow has just stopped, the security company is not frequented by many people, and it is easy to find a set of unusual rut marks in front of its door.

This wheel is the highest standard taxi carriage in the city of London, 4 shillings per kilometer!!

No one was willing to hire such carriages, especially if the snow was more than five centimeters, except for the nobles who were too much concerned about status and wealth, and the noble insiders of the Holy See.

Anyway, after that, Sherlock followed the rut mark to the luxurious hotel, and then used some third-rate liar tricks to open the reception staff at the door, so that no one could open the roster of registered rooms on the table.

In today's chaotic era, the hotel registration business will certainly not be meticulous enough to record the position, name, age and other information of each check-in, even if it is registered, there is no way to distinguish the authenticity, so on that, there is only the simplest check-in time, the number of occupants, and the check-out time of the reservation.

But that's enough.

This is London, and it is the night before the Day of Divine Love, and in such a situation, who else can accomplish such a feat but the Holiness the Pontifical Administrator to book a suite, to live alone, and not to make room for someone else in less than three hours?

Even if the mayor himself came, he didn't have such treatment.

Sherlock, of course, was a cautious man, so he went to a floor across the street, and was fortunate to find that the curtains of the room were not drawn too tightly, and he saw the old man, and his overly thin cheeks, the dark circles that drooped down to his cheekbones, and his small hair, which was lit by the gaslamp, revealed a peculiar yellowness that had been bathed in incense for a long time; There were expensive tunics hanging on the hangers at the entrance, and because they were not wearing the usual executive robes, the sunflower pendant that showed faith could only be placed on the table.

Anyway, he can be sure that the person in front of him is the executive who wants to kill him tomorrow.

So, half an hour later, he slowly opened his eyes in the middle of hell, the scorching wind and sand flowed slowly as always, and Sherlock stepped into the boiling world that seemed to have not changed for millions of years, stepped into his own realm, and snapped his fingers lightly.

With a hissing roar, the ash carriage approached quickly and stopped respectfully beside him.

Then the black tide gathered, surging in a chaotic manner, from all directions of the entire lower London city, all the sewers, dark corners, the ruins of weathered buildings, connected to each other, and at the same time, nearly a hundred demons scattered in various areas were also given some kind of instruction, and began to look in a certain direction.

Sherlock got into the carriage, and just like that, the horses' hooves trodden through the streets of hell, leaving blackened footprints, and countless voices mingled into a roar, and at the same time, galloped!

How long does it take for a contractor to be promoted?

Most of the time, it could be ten years, twenty years, or a lifetime

Moran was clearly the most gifted group of people recorded in the entire Holy See, she underwent the canonization ceremony of the contractor at the age of 9, then broke through the bottleneck at the age of 12 and became a second-order contractor, and then ten years later, when she was 22 years old, she reached the third-order

This can almost be said to be the supreme genius that can be counted on one hand for centuries, otherwise it would not be possible to give him such a strong sense of security by following the Holy Son of the Holy See alone.

And it took her a short period of three years from the first stage to the second stage.

So Sherlock felt that according to his talents, it should be almost time to be promoted in two or three months

Although his contract creatures are a bit weird, those little tentacles have a good relationship with him, and there is little room for deeper friendship.

In other words, I am far from the second stage, and I should be short of someone who can do my best!

Then this person must be very strong, must reach the level of strength to break the skill, must withstand the plans, conspiracies, calculations, and squeezing out everything he can in his head, this is the only way!

Of course, you have to keep it in your own hands, and this kind of thing can only be used within a certain range, and you can't really stretch the front line and engage in the mastermind behind the scenes. Otherwise, he collected information little by little, found out the enemy's likes and dislikes, investigated his mistress or illegitimate child, and then controlled the local gang, kidnapped people's fathers, mothers, wives and sons, and forced others to do something that seemed to be 'within his ability', so that he 'unintentionally' offended some people, and at the same time cooperated with the framing and secretly Chen Cang, and from time to time at critical moments, let him find that he had killed his only beloved with his own hands, so as to try to collapse the other party from the spiritual level. Hey, in short, if you really play this, then you may not want to peek into the new territory of the contractor for the rest of your life.

Conspiracy, human nature, crime, these little tricks, looking at the world, really abound.

In Sherlock's words, tired of it

In short, if you want to meet the above requirements, you can't do it with people like Deacon Badr, not with people like Catherine and the old priest, and even more so with the big head soldier who came back from the front.

At this time, a papal executive Gabba suddenly came to him, which was like a predetermined opportunity falling from the sky.

How could he let it go.

In the middle of hell, Sherlock stepped out of the carriage and looked at a large demon in front of him that was quietly crouching on the ground more than five meters high, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

He had come into contact with a total of four second-stage demons before.

Subconsciously, I thought that the second-order demon should be the level of Deacon Badr, or the old priest.

It was only at this moment that he finally understood why Moran said that the gap between the contractors who had reached the second order would reach the level of 'worlds apart'.

The huge creature in front of him was sitting, or crouching, with two arms extremely long enough to hang down to the ground, and even more so with its legs, because it was crouching, its knees were already above its shoulders, like a strange monkey that had been emaciated to the extreme, or a huge version of a slender ghost, with dull black skin all over its body, except for the area behind the top of its head that connected to the entire spine, with white hair.

In fact, the owner of the strange creature in front of him and its terrifying muscle outline, and unabashedly exposed under the skin with thick vein lines, as if the slightest movement is about to explode a sky of blood. The elongated face had no eyes, only a huge mouth that stretched to the side of the head, unable to close because of the dense and sharp teeth inside, like a barbed and playful crack on a pitch-black and shiny rugby ball.

"Such a large volume. Isn't it a third-order demon? ”

Of course he knew the answer, since this thing had not been transported to the Demon Breeding Ground and had already appeared in the city of London, it was naturally not considered a third-order.

Sherlock had never seen what a third-order demon looked like, and the words described in the book, as well as the pictures that were not clear at all, could not give him a clear understanding at all.

But at this moment, he looked at the thing in front of him, and sincerely felt a kind of oppressive force rushing to his face, and finally had to sigh that an executive officer of the Adjudication Division was really powerful to an unexpected extent.

However, this oppressive force did not last long, and together with the rest of the exclamation, shock, curiosity, and so on, it was transformed into some kind of incomprehensible excitement!

He laughed, feeling that the tentacles in the realm and the more than 100 demons under his control were all around him, quite a one-person army, but they were all small demons at the first stage, so it didn't give him a strong sense of security.

I raised my head and looked at the 'sun' in the sky, and found that it had been keeping its eyes closed, and it seemed that it could not lower its tentacles and sweep away the big thing in front of it.

Sherlock looked even happier.

Then he snapped his fingers.

In an instant, all the surrounding scenery seemed to be moved, and the black waves that swept the sky swept through the dense roar, the friction of the sharp fangs and the vibration of the feet hitting the ground, making everything around him start to churn, overflowing the blocks, buildings, grazing his shoulders, rushing towards the crouching black ghost.

The night went by.

The snow on the ground seemed to be much brighter than usual in the sunlight.

In the real world, Executive Ivnovich opened his eyes

As he had expected last night, it was a long night, almost the hardest night of his life.

Headaches, nausea, palpitations, muscle soreness, bone cracks like needles about to drill out of the bones He didn't know when he fell asleep, and even felt that it was not sleeping, but a kind of coma lying on the bed.

And, he had an extremely strange dream.

In his dream, he saw that his contract creatures were being attacked by countless demons, although those demons were very low-level small demons, but the number was extremely amazing, and at the same time, there was a black sticky tide, which tried to swallow it up wave after wave.

He was already in his 60s, and naturally it was impossible for him to dream of awakening again, so he just took this dream as a cranky thought caused by sleep discomfort.

He sat up with difficulty, looked at the clock on the wall, and found that it was not too early, and there were still people to kill today, so he prepared to wash and dress.

But suddenly!

"Tick."

A drop of blood fell onto his expensive pajamas.

Ivnovich was stunned and subconsciously wiped his nose.

Hands were covered with blood

6000 words, you know what I want, right?

(End of chapter)