The burly man's expression became cautious, because he didn't see when the man in front of him had come over.

But he still has some of the essence of being a soldier, that is, obedience, so at this moment, his movements did not pause at all.

Next second.

He was grabbed by the wrist.

The big man's eyebrows were slightly cold, and he wanted to break free, but after trying his best, he found that the other party didn't move at all, and for a moment, his instinctive reaction to danger came to his heart.

However, Sherlock didn't seem to care about the person in front of him at all, just looked past him and looked at the deputy dean not far away.

"Old gentleman. From the point of view of authority, you can't just rely on a sentence to seal a laboratory.

And as you said, there are no clues here, so you might as well let us stay here for a while, anyway, if we can't find it, we will naturally leave in disgrace.

As for this machine, we're definitely not going to mess with it.

Of course, I don't think you should care, after all, in your eyes, this thing is nothing more than a failed work. ”

Sherlock's words actually make sense, but if the truth makes sense anywhere, then the empire must be a different thing a long time ago.

So Vice Dean Holke didn't pay attention to Sherlock's words at all, standing in his position, he could completely ignore the existence of most people, and at this time, Sherlock was just the most inconsequential little role in his eyes, as we all know, the truth of small roles is never reasonable, and even Vice Dean Holke didn't look at him, just waved his hand to several other security guards beside him in annoyance.

After receiving the dean's signal, the five big and three rough men didn't say a word, and surrounded Sherlock with a cold face.

Most of the troops stationed along the Strait of Redek are mixed formations, and although the Holy Religious Army and the government army work together, although the Holy Army has the innate superiority of the Contractor, the government army, with the blessing of various war vehicles and weapons, has also shown the combat effectiveness that does not fall behind at all.

As I said before, most of the first-order contractors themselves were not much stronger than ordinary people, so without the help of demons, most of them could not defeat a well-trained regular soldier with iron discipline.

Even in the second stage, those contractors who had just been promoted and were of the control type were surrounded by four or five well-trained warriors, and the odds of winning were not too great.

Of course, a guy like Badr is definitely not good, he is an authentic clergyman, and the object of the church's focus on training must be much stronger than an ordinary second-order contractor. But if you send a team of government army combat elites, with full weapons and equipment and command personnel, in the street fighting, Deacon Badr is likely to be dragged to death by tactics, deceit, and bullets, and in the end he will not even be able to touch a single figure of the other side.

They are not the low-level consumables who rely on steam armor to provide combat power and maintain law and order in the city, and in any setting, never underestimate the soldiers who are born for war.

As for Sherlock.

In fact, until now, this guy still hasn't attracted much attention from the people present.

Because if a clergyman comes to the Academy of Life Sciences, then it must be registered and reported, and everyone knows that the daughter of the old dean has just gathered a group of powerful people across the empire recently, and the last one who stands out seems to be a private detective without any background.

It is conceivable that this private detective must be an extremely intelligent and professional fellow, with a talent that is unattainable in the field of solving crimes, otherwise it would be impossible to defeat that group of strong people who are worthy of the name.

But so what, no matter what, it's just a private detective.

So, several security personnel quickly hugged Sherlock in the middle, and then politely, but with an obvious 'ultimatum' meaning, said:

"Sir, please get out of here!"

Sherlock smiled and didn't speak, because he also realized that it was useless to talk too much at this time.

So, after a moment of silence, those big men no longer had any hesitation, and they gathered together, several big hands and fists and feet with wind had already attacked from all directions, and at this moment, Sherlock seemed to be understated towards the person in front of him, and then several afterimages swept by randomly in a very small range, snapping a few muffled sounds, and at the moment when no one saw clearly, two or three people were forced back several meters away.

In fact, Sherlock is not very used to this kind of scene, because he is more accustomed to the most direct attacks, kicking joints, twisting limbs, gaba gabba and so on.

In short, he has always believed that only an enemy who is completely dead is a good enemy. Therefore, it is very difficult to control just beating people down or subduing, not the strength of control, but the control habits, in case one does not pay attention and deducts people's eyeballs, it will be embarrassing.

Fortunately, he was quite careful.

A man was hit hard in the chest, a sharp pain in his collarbone and shoulder armor, a violent cough, and then a man's arm was removed, dislocated, not physically...... Anyway, the twisting of that kind of bone made him directly lose his ability to fight.

The whole process was very fast, and the man who was not very strong swayed around a group of strong men who were a head taller than him, as if he had said a few friendly greetings, but those people all showed extremely painful and frightened expressions one by one, and then covered their chests, lowered their arms, and some even leaned down, spurting a mouthful of blood from their cavities, and the one who came at the beginning even lay directly on the ground, unconscious.

Sherlock looked at the few people around him who fell to the ground or forced to wail, seemed to be very satisfied with the proportions of his move, nodded with a smile, and then looked at the old man not far away: "Don't be so surprised, it's just a matter of defense, look here."

He pointed to a deliberately stained spot on his cheek: "I was the first to be beaten, a miserable and humble victim, but it hurts." ”

Vice Dean Holker frowned, and it was only at this point that he finally turned his attention to this unobtrusive man, but this time, the more he looked at it, the more solemn it became, and the more he looked at it, the more gloomy it became.

Soon, though, he looked at Catherine again:

"Oh, when I first heard that you were calling for candidates everywhere, I thought you were messing around, and then I heard that you ended up screening out a private detective, and I thought your behavior was ridiculous.

But now it seems that you still have a little bit of vision. ”

The vice president said gloomily:

"But you think I'll be able to tolerate what you're doing in the Academy of Sciences?

Don't forget who you are!

The Academy of Life Sciences is an independent institution, but you are a clergyman, and you represent the Holy See! So have you ever wondered what it means for you to be in the eyes of the Imperial Government for your messing around in the lab?

If they take advantage of this excuse to get involved, will the Life Science Institute become a resort hotel that comes in and out casually? ”

Hearing this, Sherlock couldn't help but ponder for a moment, and seemed a little embarrassed Indeed, the Academy of Life Sciences is independent of the government and the Holy See, and Catherine, as a clergyman, can freely enter and leave the experimental field, which is simply begging the imperial government to make a big fuss about it.

If you think about it from the perspective of the Academy of Sciences, there are absolutely good reasons for her to stop the investigation.

She must even stop investigating, after all, the competition between two huge forces is impossible to reconcile.

What to do.?

However.

Faced with such a problem, Catherine was only slightly stunned, and then immediately regained her calm and cold expression, and even showed a self-deprecating smile.

I saw her slowly raise her hand and make a gesture of declaring her vow.

"Here; At this time; Now.

The Holy See ruled under the command of the 13 Knights, the Battle Nun, Catherine. Charles. Darwin.

Take an oath to the Light.

Voluntarily wash away all glory.

Renounce the authority, property, merit, and person given by the Holy See.

Not blessed by the Light, not touched by the Light's grace.

In the future, life and death, sickness, suffering, and pain will all be self-admitted.

Death remains the same. ”

A brief oath.

However, the entire laboratory fell into a deadly silence, like a thunder falling from the sky, depriving everyone of their hearing.

Only the woman's understated voice still rang out

"I'll send a recorded version of this oath to the Inquisition as soon as possible, and if you're not sure, you can send it to me."

She said, then turned her head to look at Sherlock, who was slightly stiff on the side, and smiled easily:

"Now, there's no reason for them to stop you from continuing to investigate."

(End of chapter)