Curiosity and the desire to explore are almost all the sources of Sherlock's happiness, so in his opinion, there are many, many other interesting things in this case of the School of Life Sciences besides finding out the truth.

"Laboratory?" Catherine thought for a moment, then nodded.

She didn't know what the detective's process was, but the man in front of her gave her endless confidence, and she remembered that half a year ago, the director of Scotland Yard in London had used one sentence to evaluate Sherlock.

[If there is anyone in this world who can solve this case, it is only him. 】

At that time, I still felt that the context of the director was not quite right, the other party was just a detective, and the solution was just a case, so why did he say it as if the other party was a savior.

However, I didn't expect that it had only been a long time before I had a similar idea about it.

Yes, if there is anyone in this world who can solve this case, it should be only him.

Although I don't like my father, and even hate the old guy, but for my father, this experiment contains too much, even the meaning of his life and the people he loves, this is his whole world!

Then, from the father's point of view, the person who gives all this truth can undoubtedly be called a savior.

"I'll get you the highest authority pass as soon as possible." Catherine continued: "In this place, you can hardly go anywhere without permission, and those security departments are eager to arrange for two people to stand guard in front of the toilet door. ”

It can be heard that after so many years, her dislike for the Life Science Institute has not been diluted in the slightest.

Sherlock smiled: "By the way, didn't you say before that among the people who have passed the screening, you have to select the most suitable person and give him some special permissions?" In this situation, can I be conceited that I am the most suitable person? ”

"That's right, it's you." Catherine didn't say anything sarcastic, but directly recognized the other party's words: "As for the special permissions, in fact, the pass I gave you is one of them, believe me, as long as you have that thing, you can enter almost any place in the Academy of Sciences, and you don't have to run those annoying processes anymore, which will save you a lot of time in the detection process."

In fact, you should be able to think of it, this kind of permission is very difficult to do, even if I can only get one, which is why I can only give a 'special quota'. ”

Of course, Sherlock could imagine that in a realm like the Academy of Life Sciences, there were warnings such as 'Experimental Place, Idlers are not allowed to enter', but in fact, he couldn't help but be a little surprised that Catherine could get this kind of high-level permission.

So.

"Anything else?" Sherlock continued to ask, with a look of discontentment.

"And, of course, I think that's a really useful privilege." Catherine responded, "That's that you can use me whenever you want." ”

"Huh?!" Sherlock squirted out of his mouth, but luckily he didn't have a cigarette in his mouth right now, otherwise he would have fallen off and burned his clothes.

"What's that look on your face?!" Catherine asked, frowning.

"I just don't understand what it means to 'use you at any time'?"

"It's literal." Catherine said solemnly: "I don't understand your detective methods, let alone your thinking, I don't even know how to help you."

So, I hope you can use me as a tool. ”

In her words, there is a taste of righteousness:

"You may not believe it, but the place of the Life Science Institute is not as peaceful as it seems, although most people are concentrating on various experimental research, but these studies will eventually go to the market, enter the front line or the life of the Empire, so there is a profit after all.

And if there are interests, there will be troubles.

I still have some say in the School of Life Sciences, and I can help you get some troubles.

So when you need me, please let me know and I will do my best to fulfill your request. I'm just a nun of judgment myself anyway, and I'm only in charge of fighting most of my time, so it might be more useful to be used as a weapon, or a shield

And also

I hate my father, but I know him well, so if you think about anything, like his habits, his might views on certain things, his style of doing things, and so on, you can always ask me.

During this time, you are free to come and go in this villa, go to my father's room, look through his manuscripts, in short, you can do whatever you think is helpful to the case, leave the difficulties to me, and even if you need an environment closer to the case or the deceased, then you can live here. ”

"Live here?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow and repeated.

"Yes, this is my father's life trajectory, although it is not much, but this is his home after all, and he stores a lot of important things here, so from the perspective of the case alone, it is much more efficient to live here than if you go outside, at least if you suddenly have an inspiration at night, or a question, you don't have to come all the way to verify.

As for me.

You don't have to worry about it, I just want that old guy to die clearly, and I don't care about anything else, and naturally I don't care about things like 'men and women in the same room', and even I think that this kind of rhetoric can only be cared about by those hypocritical and self-inflicted weak.

Of course, I won't disturb your thinking rhythm and habits, and I won't even appear in your sight when you don't need me.

I said, you can use me as some kind of tool.

And all I want is the truth. ”

When Catherine said these words, her expression was very serious, and her words were extremely clear, as if she wanted to express her attitude towards this matter to Sherlock.

Speaking of which, this woman seems to have never hidden her hatred and hatred for her father from the beginning, but everything she did was so resolute and persistent.

Sherlock had seen too many deaths, so he knew what was mostly hidden under his affections, and naturally he had seen the ugliness of a group of people fighting over the family property after the deceased closed his eyes.

Compared to these, Catherine's performance is so direct and simple.

She just wants the truth.

"Why are you so obsessed with finding the murderer?" Sherlock asked.

"Because I need peace of mind." Catherine said lightly: "I can't let him die in vain, if he is murdered, then I must know who that person is, how he killed him, why he killed him, and clearly slapped the murderer's crime on his face, made him confess, and then paid for it with blood."

Only then, after my death, when my soul stands in front of the old fellow, can I question him with peace of mind! Scold him!

I can yell at him without any scruples, point at his nose, and scold him for not being worthy of being a father! ”

Sherlock looked at Catherine's calm and serious expression, listened to the strange rhetoric, and did not speak.

After a moment, he suddenly laughed:

"Hehe, really a great reason"

"Of course." Catherine said, "I have prepared a room for you, and tomorrow I will take you to my father's laboratory, where you can experience the soul visualization device for yourself, it is a very wonderful experience, so I suggest you take a good rest tonight." ”

"Well, I haven't said yet, I agree to live here."

"You sure will."

"How can you be so sure?" Sherlock asked.

"Because it really helps the case, if you're really a good detective, it's impossible to give up this unique condition for some stupid reason." Catherine said, and then added very solemnly, "And you are not a gentleman, I have always thought so. ”

Director Lestrade said half a year ago that Catherine's assessment of Sherlock was very pertinent!

Although she has a lot of prejudices and misunderstandings about this Mr. Detective, at this point, she has a good eye for people, and Sherlock is indeed not a gentleman.

So, he quickly moved into the room that had been arranged for him.

A bedroom that is not too big, because of the old age of this villa, all the furniture here is not so fashionable, exuding a sense of age, old tables and chairs, beds with simple decorations, and under the brass lampshade, there are gas lamps produced decades ago, old, but the craftsmanship is traditional and exquisite, and the service life is extremely long.

All in all, everything looks so solemn, old-fashioned, but clean.

Sherlock sat on a couch with his hands folded in front of his chin, summed up the experiences of the past few days, as well as the clues he had gathered temporarily, and then deduced several murder methods in his mind.

However, thinking about it, he subconsciously moved his buttocks.

"Amount"

Sherlock frowned, and pulled up a long note to snort, for he realized that he missed the big red patent leather sofa a little.

This sofa under the butt is actually very comfortable, the built-in cushions are very elastic, and the armrests are also leather to the touch.

But it doesn't have that pit!

Sherlock couldn't lie down and nest inside.

Thinking of this, he sighed, and began to wonder when Watson would come over, and if he could discuss it before he came over, and help him carry the sofa over by the way.

Well, these things have nothing to do with the case, and there is a high probability that he will not do it.

Sherlock got up and walked to the edge of the bed and fell down, his head pinned right in the center of the pillow.

Just now Catherine said that she would take herself to meet the soul vision device tomorrow, and suggested that she sleep well.

I don't know what that device looks like, but people have suggested that it always hurts to go to bed early.

Thinking of this, Sherlock quietly closed his eyes. Without the sleep blessing of that sofa, it took a little longer to fall asleep this time.

Finally, with the familiar feeling of falling, Sherlock opened his eyes in the middle of hell.

Then, as usual, he returned to that familiar street in hell again.

221B Baker Street, Lower Town, London.

In Sherlock's thirty years of life, wherever he sleeps, he will come to this place, like some kind of anchor point, even if his body in reality is far away, but his soul will always belong here.

He walked out of the room, thinking of how surprised he was when he first set foot in Hell half a year ago, but after such a long time, he seemed to have become accustomed to everything around him.

Closing his eyes slightly, he could clearly feel that his domain had overflowed the Thames and surrounded the Upper Town. After advancing to the second stage, the speed of expansion of the tentacles is indeed very fast, but . I still haven't seen much of a change in their nature.

Sherlock didn't know why, he had been promoted and gained an extremely magical ability, but why hadn't his contract demon changed much?

Maybe a little, but clearly not enough.

In fact, he had thought of Moran's previous strange evaluation of himself.

Her exact words at the time were:

"Your contract demon should have reached its limit, but your own limit. Not yet there. ”

Sherlock thought this statement was ridiculous, how could there be contractors and demons evolve their own ways.

But now that I think about it, it really doesn't seem right.

Moreover, if you are not mistaken, these tentacles should come from the sun in the sky, so whether your contract demon is a tentacle or that thing in the sky.

With that in mind, Sherlock raised his eyes and looked out over Hell.

The strange sun still hung upside down, crashing down like a star above hell, and the scorching corona was rolled in the black flesh tentacles.

And a huge scarlet pupil, just open, looking, because of the size of the size, it is impossible to distinguish what it is looking at, maybe everything in this world, but it may just be looking at the lonely person standing on the street.

"Is there any way you can help me move the couch there?"

Sherlock muttered casually.

Of course, he knew that this was just a joke on his own, but he just felt that from the perspective of the sun, it should only be a short distance from London to the School of Life Sciences.

However, as soon as the voice fell, a tentacle spanned a distance of hundreds of millions of kilometers.

Out of thin air

(End of chapter)