Sherlock made a 'please' gesture, as if inviting a visiting guest to stop standing, to hurry into the house, and be polite as if it were his own home.

It's just a weird feeling.

Obviously he was standing outside the house, why did he invite the people in the house? And, what does he mean by 'want to kill me'? And how embarrassed this guy is to put on that 'please come in' posture, it's clear that he hasn't been to the company a few times.

Anyway, with this eccentricity, Sherlock staggered past Executive Ivnovic, walked into the room, and greeted a few people on the other side of the corridor.

"Hey, long time no see."

But there was no response to this greeting, for everyone was looking at him strangely.

At the same time, I don't understand why he is so emaciated, so weak, as if he has just experienced a battle that has been on the verge of death countless times, so that if he does not hold on to the wall, he will fall to the ground and never get up again.

"You're Sherlock?" The executive at the door, Ivnovic, finally turned around and looked the young man in front of him up and down.

"Exactly down there."

"Hehe, barely considered late, but what do you mean by this, soaking in the river all night in advance, pretending to be sick, and then finding an excuse for your inspection failure?"

Evnović naturally thought of this reason, and asked a little ridiculously, and at the same time, he did not respond to the other party's words 'want to kill me', as if he had chosen not to hear it.

"Of course not." Sherlock smiled and said, "I'm not sick, on the contrary, I'm very healthy and energetic!! ”

Before the words fell, I saw that he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood!

"Vomit-vomit-vomit-"

Like a blowout, a large amount of pus and blood continued to gush out of the esophagus, like a street homeless man who drank inferior fake wine, and the dazzling bright red crackled on the floor of the White Thorn Security Company, and then his body flickered, and his face became even paler.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Sherlock finished spraying, straightened his waist like no one else, and wiped his mouth embarrassedly: "Let's find a cleaning company later, the money will be deducted from my subsidy, and I'm in really good shape, and I even want to start testing as soon as possible, I don't know what you think?" ”

“.”

“.”

Still no one responded to him, and even a few people looked at each other with dementia-like eyes, as if they felt that there must be something wrong between themselves and this guy named Sherlock.

Thankfully, Watson was the quickest person to come to his senses, and he took a few steps forward, then helped Sherlock to a chair in the hallway and tried his forehead, which was hot and scary.

"I'm the doctor here, and Mr. Sherlock is very sick, and I don't recommend him to get tested."

However.

"Huh, sick?" Executive Officer Ivnovich smiled: "As the security administration of the Holy See, illness and pain are never a reason to refuse a mission, danger is never delayed because of illness, and the devil does not have the slightest pity for him because of illness, the Holy Light is above, all suffering is a test for his followers, and you have not heard his words?"

He said he was fine! ”

The executive said lightly, but there was no room for maneuver, and the anger slowly spread around him, and everyone knew that the other party's visit had a strong purpose, and even when he looked at Sherlock again, he felt that his "I'm fine" was trying to resist everything with a strange sense of responsibility, and felt great gratitude to him.

However, whether it is anger or gratitude, there is no way to transform it into resistance at this moment, whether it is force or power, it is not qualified to resist, so it can only tragically turn into a sense of powerlessness.

Until Sherlock struggled to stand up and responded with a smile: "Then what are you waiting for, let's get started." ”

A street away from White Thorns Security Company in a vacant lot, one of the few green belts in Lower London, the small saplings planted before the second demon invasion have not been burned down by decades of acidic rain, but have grown tenaciously to a height of more than ten meters, and in the green belt, there is a sloppy but absolutely sturdy steel fence, outlining a huge lawn clearing with an area of about 2,000 square meters.

Although 2,000 square meters is not a lot for a city, in London, such a place is enough to build an apartment building, so this means that there are definitely some reasons why investors are afraid to move this green belt.

That is. This is the training ground of London's sheriff's administration.

In fact, every city has such a place, and the institutions under the Holy See, no matter how big or small, must complete the supporting facilities, otherwise it will be too embarrassing.

At this time, in the training ground, all the people of White Thorns had arrived, and Priest Thompson walked towards Sherlock, looked at his weak appearance, hesitated for a long time, and finally slowly spoke:

"I don't know what happened between you and Executive Ivnovic, but after you die, I will fight for the highest level of pension for you."

I have to say, he really knows how to chat

Priest Thompson had prayed all his life, and he was middle-aged, but he was not so good at daily communication, and he just said the most practical and reliable sentence at this time.

The colleagues around them also cast complicated eyes, as if they wanted to comfort a few words, but they couldn't bear to talk more, they didn't have much intersection with Sherlock, but they inexplicably felt sadness, unwillingness, and strong anger, but these emotions could not bring any change, so they could only clench their teeth as always, silent.

At this time, several people dressed in burlap friars' robes came over, they were the dependents brought by the executive of Ivnovich, almost every clergyman of the Holy See had this kind of dependents around them, they were retinues, helpers, servants of daily life, errands, luggage, and even consumables, in short, they were the belongings of the master, no family, no betrayal, everything came from the master, and all the thoughts in the mind were the master.

A monk with the distinctive imprint of the Inquisitor on his forehead slowly stepped forward:

"Before the test began, there were some regulations in the Holy See system that needed to be explained, but Lord Ivnovich was very busy, so I took care of it for me." He said lightly, like a machine without emotion, and without even waiting for the people in front of him to react, he continued to talk to himself:

"Although this is a test, it is inevitable that accidents will happen, such as the influence of external factors, the unexpected situation of the testers, the uncontrollable deathmatch between contract creatures for no reason, etc., just like an operation, no matter how careful you are, there may be a situation.

However, the Holy See's Regulations on the Code of Duty for Field Service Personnel clearly state that personnel in all institutions must strictly comply with the training regulations and follow regular inspections by their superiors.

Therefore, Lord Ivnovich must do his duty, and at the same time, he will naturally try his best to avoid things that happen outside of the situation, but"

He said word by word without emotion, but Mark next to him finally couldn't help it, he rushed up and grabbed the linen clothes on the other party's chest, gritted his teeth, and said viciously: "What do you want to do?" Let's sign an accident risk agreement? ”

"Everything is risky, it's within the rules and regulations"

"Fuck you rules and regulations! An executive officer of the adjudication department who tests a newcomer who has just been a contractor for less than three months will also miss? Does your master have no self-control? He a piece of tofu, couldn't control his crotch to stir, and in the end, he killed himself? ”

Just like Thompson's assessment of Mark, it's not surprising that this guy spits out of his mouth when he's angry.

He's angry right now.

However, the family members in front of him still didn't have any expression, just responded lightly:

"All your words and deeds can be understood as disrespectful to a clergyman of the Holy See.

Also, once again, everything is within the rules and regulations of the Holy See, and your words and deeds can also be understood as disrespect to the Holy See.

Finally, I need to solemnly explain that everything I have just described is not a consultation, but a notice, that the accident risk agreement has come into effect, and that all 12 family members present have sworn to the Light, and the oath has been successfully recorded and is on its way to the Inquisition.

Testing is about to begin. Please prepare diligently and good luck to everyone. ”

After saying these words, the group of dependents in front of them left directly.

There was no emotional outpouring, no eye contact, and no more words.

Sherlock heard all this, of course, but he didn't seem to care, just sat in a chair, breathing quietly and waiting.

"Hear me, you're going to die, and you're going to die in the rules." Watson said leisurely, as if recalling something in the depths of his memory, and looked to the other side of the field to see that the executive had slowly walked to the middle of the snow.

Sherlock struggled to get to his feet, feverish, weak, and bleeding profusely, each of which foreshadowed his end, and in fact his end would not have changed much without it.

So Watson didn't understand why this guy kept that weird and excited smile.

Anyway, he watched Sherlock walk to the training ground step by step, almost unable to stand on his feet, and he came to the executive, the two of them less than two meters apart.

They may or may not have said something to each other.

In short, the next moment, the executive's hand was raised, and in an instant, the old man seemed to be transformed into a colossus standing on top of the snow, and the raised hand seemed to contain tens of millions of tons of weight, and then pressed down lightly.

This is definitely not a simple test

In an instant, the snow of the entire training ground was suddenly shaken up, and it flew into the sky more than ten meters high, accompanied by a huge gust of wind for no reason, swept into a white tornado that obscured the vision, and at the same time, the dry lawn under his feet began to churn, and the incomparably hard soil frozen by the low temperature was crushed, and the invisible force tore out huge cracks that spread out one after another!

It was such a simple gesture that an executive officer of the Ruling Division showed the fighting apparatus of the Holy See, and how terrifying the lethality of such a group of people, known for their blood and actual combat, really was.

Under the loud bang, no one dared to make any sound, and no one dared to think of any other ending, even Priest Thompson stared at this scene blankly, thinking how ridiculous what he had said before.

The other party just wanted to kill the detective, and when he had this idea, the other party was already dead, there was no possibility of escape, all he could do was accept it

In the next second, the roar gradually stopped, the wind disappeared, and the snow began to fall one after another, like a sudden huge white fog barrier, obscuring everyone's eyes.

And in this snow.

A hand suddenly came out and pierced the snow curtain, and pressed firmly on the thin face of Executive Ivnovic, and then an even greater force carried that face, the fragile back of the head, squeezed the cervical vertebrae below, together with the backbone inlaid with ribs, and the entire body, with an extremely simple but unstoppable momentum, smashed into the ground behind him!

"Boom!!" Bang! There was a buzz in the ears of the people who fried it!

Don't worry, don't worry, coax the child, and continue to send Ha ~ mua in the afternoon

(End of chapter)