Sherlock hadn't seen what the soul line should look like in its normal state, but that didn't prevent him from seeing something wrong with his line.

This is a very simple arithmetic problem. The soul is four sets of wavy lines, the contractor is blue, and the covenant demon is red.

Well, there should be eight lines.

But now Sherlock had only four drawings on the paper.

And it's not red or blue, it's a light black.

“.”

“.”

The two of you look at me, I look at you, and they looked at each other for a while, but neither of them spoke.

In the end, it was Catherine who broke the calm first:

"It may be that our operation is not standardized, and when I used it more than a month ago, it was in a state of red and blue."

"yes, it could be that I didn't sleep yesterday, but I'm actually quite a bed-aware, or. It is likely that the machine has not been used for a long time, and the ink has deteriorated a little. Sherlock took a thoughtful stance, and quickly found a few plausible reasons.

However, during this time, his hand very secretly tore off the note spit out by the machine and put it in his pocket.

"When you say that, it may be that there is something wrong with the ink, and this big guy hasn't worked much since my father died." Catherine said, "But don't worry, I'll find someone to deal with it as soon as possible, and when it's done, we'll test it again." ”

"It looks like that's all there is to it." Sherlock nodded, "That's right. What is the training method for changing the soul line? ”

When it comes to training methods, Catherine seems to suddenly start having a headache.

"Speaking of training methods. Well, it's complicated, and it's boring. She subconsciously pinched her eyebrows: "Actually, it's already difficult to read it. Not to mention practicing along.

For example, to change the way α waves are changed, the trainer needs to have the ability to fall asleep within a minute at any time, and some even need to be able to control the small fluctuations of the α waves within 30 seconds without the help of any drugs or alcohol.

It's also too hard.

The way to control β waves is more difficult, requiring the trainer to look at the trajectory of an object and calculate how many meters per second its velocity is.

Ay. At the time, I wondered if my father was naïve enough to think that everyone had his terrible brain, otherwise how could he come up with such a perverted training method. ”

Sherlock was also slightly surprised when he heard this way of training:

"It turns out that these are all things that need to be trained."

Of course, he couldn't really say that, but continued to nod his head very seriously, indicating that he agreed with Catherine's words.

"Actually, I don't think you need to be so difficult, I know that you are very talented in this kind of thing, so as long as you train hard, you will definitely be able to achieve the goal that your father expects. It's just that for ordinary people, these may take years, or even more than ten years.

But when I think about what this kind of training means, I suddenly think. No matter how difficult it is, it's understandable. ”

Catherine's tone seemed to soften slightly, it may be that as a human being, when facing the bright future that the whole race may have, she will naturally show a certain sense of relief and security, or it may be that as a girl, there is still a longing and memory of her father's majestic image in her bones.

In short, the woman in front of her lowered her eyes slightly, and in the coldness as always, there was a faint softness that she would never see.

But at this moment.

"Bang".

The door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and with some force, it hit the wall, and the muffled sound echoed in the emptiness for a moment.

Sherlock and Catherine looked in the direction of the door, and then saw an old man walk in, very old, but the eyebrows and eyes were very powerful, and the facial lines were full of a toughness that was not easy to compromise, and the emaciated figure was wrapped in a common set of laboratory white clothes, the beard, clothing, standing, and hair were all meticulous, but the somewhat sharp hooked nose under the eyes made him look a little gloomy.

Behind him, there are several people in security uniforms, each of whom is extremely strong, and even by looking at the standing posture, he can tell that he has an obvious taste of iron and blood, and it is estimated that he has been trained along the shores of the Redk Strait, and he was even simply recruited.

As soon as the old man entered the door, his gaze did not shy away from looking directly at Catherine.

Immediately after, he walked over, seemingly in his sixties, and walked with the wind step by step.

"What nonsense!" The old man suppressed his voice, and his voice was a little sharp: "How can you break into such an important place casually?!" ”

Catherine didn't speak, just looked at each other quietly.

As for Sherlock, some information slowly appeared in front of his eyes.

【Joseph Dalton Holke】

[Pioneer of the frontier of Hell Ecology; Author of "Demon Family Classification"; the main developer of the second generation of demon sedatives;

Vice Dean, Faculty of Life Sciences】

This is a short message, and at the same time, Sherlock also sees some small details in the words and actions of the other party.

The most important and obvious of these is his state of mind at this time.

Wrath. And it's anger that has been accumulated for a long time, but there is nowhere to vent.

The vice president of the Academy of Life Sciences is obviously not the kind of person who likes to hide his true emotions, and his title and status in the industry also make him naturally not subject to any disobedience and doubt, so this violent character has grown more and more, and for decades, he has a smell of reprimanding when he speaks normally.

"Get out of here now!" Seeing that Catherine didn't reply, his tone was raised a few points.

And only then did Catherine raise her head slightly as if she had just noticed the other party.

At this moment, Sherlock seemed to see the woman who habitually put on an arrogant posture when they first met.

"This is the place where my father often stayed when he was alive, and he will definitely leave some clues, so if you don't look for it, why do you want to stop me from looking for it?"

As soon as these words came out, a trace of fierceness flashed in Vice Dean Holke's eyes, and it immediately turned into another stubble of anger.

"Clues? What a clue!

Your father is dead, dying of a failed experiment of his own! It took more than 30 years of resources and manpower from the Academy of Sciences to achieve such a ridiculous result. If I were him, I wouldn't have a face to live!

This is not murder at all, what else is there to check ?!

Don't you know that you are now behaving the same way as your father? Obstinate! Amusing! ”

As he spoke, he walked up to Catherine angrily, and pushed her hard as if he was usually humiliating those newcomer researchers at work!

Of course, there was no push.

But this seemed to make him even more angry, and he raised his hand to hit Catherine, but when he saw the extremely cold slightly drooping eyes of the woman in front of him, he didn't dare to wave his hand down.

Finally, he jerked around and yelled at the group of security guards behind him:

"Get her out!"

Catherine frowned slightly.

Of course, she is not afraid of these people, but these guys who have been trained on the frontline battlefield are not all waste, and if you want them to stop, you must make a few heavy hands.

But after all, she is the daughter of the old dean, and during this time, in order to investigate the case, she must repeatedly go in and out of various experimental sites, if she really hurts someone, she will definitely be caught.

The old dean's daughter fought against the vice dean, and this kind of thing will not sound good.

Thinking of this, those five big and three rough people had already come closer, and they seemed to know that the woman in front of them had scruples, so they said in a deep voice:

"I'm sorry for the rudeness."

Immediately, the leader stretched out his huge palm and grabbed Catherine's shoulder.

And at this moment, the inconspicuous man who had been standing next to her came over at some point, and stopped in front of Catherine slowly.

"We're just here for some clues, and we're not going to mess with what's in the lab." He smiled and said in a friendly way, "So. . . Don't be so nervous. ”

(End of chapter)