In fact, the law is always only applicable within a certain scope.

For example, a mad murderer, when he is arrested, he will inevitably be punished by the law, and when he is executed, the people under the gallows will inevitably be indignant, waiting for him to kick his legs, and then clap his hands wildly.

No one felt that it was inappropriate, because he had committed a crime, but no one would dig into why he killed people, and no one wanted to know that he worked in the factory 18 hours a day without stopping, earning a lot of imperial currency for his boss every month, but when settling, he could only get a few dozen dollars, and in the end, because of the medical bills, watching his daughter die in a damp and dim room, his wife couldn't stand the stimulation and jumped off the bridge across the ring river.

Anyway, he killed someone, he is the criminal, although the owner of the factory is also hateful, he will be scolded and condemned, but he did not stab people with a knife, he just took a lot of money to enjoy life.

There is no sin in enjoying life.

The current price of workers is like this, the murderer can't make money, it's his own ability, if he was a banker, his daughter's illness would have been cured long ago.

This is how society works, and the law is only a tool to maintain social stability.

And if the existence of a person is the cornerstone of social stability, then no matter how much this person thinks, he will not be punished by law.

Laws are even made to protect him.

The food in the restaurant is very good, and most people who work in life science are very concerned about the quality of the food, because they rarely have time to eat a serious meal, which leads to the importance of balanced nutrition even for a roadside fast food stand.

And the things you sell are nutritionally unbalanced, and other customers can see it, they really understand.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Sherlock and Catherine arrived at a huge experimental base, which was the scene of the crime, where the old dean died.

The Academy of Life Sciences is the most cutting-edge institution for demonological research in the entire empire, with more than two hundred dedicated demon observation rooms, large and small dissecting areas, and even many places with a huge area dedicated to testing demonic combat effectiveness.

Along the way, through the glass on both sides of the corridor, he saw that many people in isolation overalls were holding buzzing circular saws, cutting open the bodies of demons of different shapes, some of these demons were alive, some were dead, anyway, different colors of blood were spraying out with different strengths, but the people around them did not react to this, this is the environment they work in, and they have long been used to it.

Soon, under the guidance of Catherine, he entered an observation room, and looking at the two huge demons soaked in some unknown solution in front of him, Sherlock really felt in his heart that this trip was enough to be called worthwhile.

There shouldn't be many people in this world who can observe a third-order great demon so closely.

Although he had been in contact with a large demon before, that guy was in a state of madness that would hammer people when he saw them, and it was impossible for his attention to be on the level of 'watching'.

The two in front of him stood quietly in front of him at this time, motionless, like two sculptures with strange shapes, but also very violent beauty, allowing them to appreciate every detail of them without scruples.

And looking at it, Sherlock suddenly discovered some interesting phenomenon, or some coincidence.

That is. It seems that all the powerful demons he has encountered have different degrees of posture that tend to [human form].

To be more specific, there are these parts that can be called "head", "limbs", and "torso", and there is also the posture of "standing".

For example, the black giant at the peak of the second order that he once saw in hell, or the third-order demon like an ancient giant ape that he encountered at the disaster scene of the airship crash, and the two in front of him now.

One of them, nearly twenty meters in height, caused Sherlock to stand below it and look up, all of them had the feeling of looking up at the giant clock on the banks of the Thames in London, its limbs were very strong, and every inch of its skin was wrapped in a kind of hard scales, because the scales were too thick and dense, so that its body seemed uncoordinated, and now it was slowly floating in a liquid that was constantly changing colors, and behind it were pipes of different colors, hanging down from the ceiling of the laboratory. It is like a brightly colored waterfall, creating a strong visual contrast with the dull gray-white of its entire body.

The other one is much smaller, but it is also seven meters tall, the whole body is red and white, red is exposed skin or flesh, and white, is the bones that grow on the surface of the body, most of these bones are distributed in the arms, shoulders, both sides of the chest, etc., as if it was specially grown for fighting, compared to the other, it is more like a human being, the owner of a very powerful shoulder and leg line, but the waist is very thin, the head is slightly tilted forward, so that it has been in a ' The hunchback's state, combined with its overly three-dimensional head profile, slender red eyes, and exposed teeth, looked like it had a certain taste of madness, as if it was about to burst out of the container and tear everything in front of it to shreds in the next second.

"This demon is the test object that my father has been trying to establish a contractual relationship with him for all these years, and it was transported from the Redk Strait many years ago, and for it, eleven Holy Cult Army contractors and eight steam chariots died." Catherine saw Sherlock looking at the demon with a slightly amazed look, and explained beside her:

"Judging from the experimental records, it became my father's contract demon two years ago, but it may be because of the difference in the way of contract, which led to my father's death not having a backlash effect on it, at least until now, it has not shown any visible damage, just. Don't move. ”

"Still?"

"Yes, my father died at the time, and then this guy never touched again, and I think this may be a sign of its backlash, like eh, vegetative and whatever."

Sherlock looked up at the terrible red and white demon in front of him again, and felt a certain regret and sadness in his heart, and he felt that if he could only lie in bed and remain motionless one day, it would be better to die.

"Does this guy have a name?"

"Yes, Lab 19 Subject 1070."

"It's really in line with the habit of a scientific researcher." Sherlock said with a wry smile.

"But a few days ago, I heard some staff in the lab call it 'crimson'.

“.” Sherlock was silent for a while, and his gaze fell on the crimson body of the other party's skeleton: "Naming it directly with color seems to be in line with the temperament of these staff here." ”

After looking at the crimson demon in front of him, Sherlock took the opportunity to look at the extremely huge guy on the other side.

In terms of size alone, this one was two or three times the size of the Crimson Demon, its thick scales making it almost impossible to distinguish the curvature between its head and its body, and one leg was thicker than the Crimson Demon's waist.

"So this one, the one who killed Dean Darwin?" Sherlock asked.

"Yes. This one was only transported from the giant island of Odilia, and I should have told you before, it belonged to an officer on the front line of Hell's Gate, and it was recruited five years ago because of the needs of the experiment, but it was not until two and a half years ago that my father fully contracted the Crimson Demon, and it was put into use. ”

Sherlock listened to Catherine's explanation, and circled around the huge demon, carefully observing every detail of him, but because its size was so huge, it took several minutes to walk down the circle.

"Does it have a name?" Sherlock asked.

"Yes," Catherine responded, but for some reason, the question seemed to cause her some discomfort, causing her to take a deep breath before continuing: "It's called the Hound of the Baskervilles." ”

“.？” Sherlock was a little puzzled, and his eyes swept over the giant demon in front of him again, and found that this thing didn't seem to have any elements that could be related to the [Hound Dog], but its mouth was a little protruding, barely a bit of canine characteristics.

As if to discern Sherlock's thoughts, Catherine explained:

In fact, the subject of this title is not the demon, but its owner

Its summoner is named Baskerville, and he is the chief of staff of the First Pact Regiment on the Hell's Gate front, directly under the command of General Patton.

And because the demon controlled by this person is too powerful and precise. As I said before, his ability to contract was once praised by Lord Dante.

In short, in the eyes of others, his contract demon is like a hunting dog trained to the extreme.

Hence the name.

Of course, this is just the name given to him on the battlefield by those who have seen what he is capable of.

As for himself, he has never given his demon any name, and it may seem to him that the demon is always just a tool to serve the contractor. ”

This explanation made Sherlock first nod his head, indicating that he knew where the word [hound] came from, but then he was even more puzzled, because he didn't know until then that there was also the position of 'chief of staff' in the contract corps establishment on the front line.

During the time Catherine recounted, he searched his mind several times, and found that he had never heard of the person "Baskerville".

But according to common sense, this person should have already become famous among the people of the empire!

The First Contract Legion on the front line is undoubtedly a well-known existence in the Empire, because it can be seen in almost all regions of the front line, in the most difficult battles, and in the most impossible tasks.

They are a group of pure contractors formed by a group of special operations group, each of them selected is the most powerful Holy Cult Army soldiers, the front-line military section of the Holy Journal, almost every month there will be a report about the achievements of this legion, in the rescue mission, they are a spear that tears everything, straight into the center of the Frozen Earth Demon Group, bringing back all the besieged warriors; In the tug-of-war, they can defend the war zone for up to five months without any outside help, and in the polar night, during which the ordeal and death experienced are enough to break the spirit of any human being, but these warriors will not retreat; In the war of annihilation, these people will become the craziest butchers, leading their contract creatures to set off a monstrous rain of blood at the forefront of the war;

In short, in the twelve years since the formation of this legion, there has never been any failure in the mission, it seems that in the eyes of this group of people, there is only death, no retreat, only the completion of the task, no failure, and the death of each of their soldiers will be reported in the Holy Journal newspaper with a whole page, and their corpses will be buried in an extremely glorious posture in accordance with the highest level of heroic funeral in the entire empire.

And it is such a strongest and most elite legion among the Holy Cult Army.

Its chief of staff has been obscure, and there is no mention of such a person in all the newspapers.

Something is not right in any way.

So Sherlock pondered for a moment, and then thought of the greatest of them, and he looked at Catherine and said:

"Did he do something that would affect the image of the Holy Cult Army among the people of the Empire, so the newspapers erased all reports about him?"

Catherine hesitated slightly, she didn't know if she should tell Sherlock about this kind of thing, but seeing that the other party had already guessed it, she nodded: "Indeed, this person, as the chief of staff of the First Contract Legion, undoubtedly has the most outstanding combat exploits in the entire Holy Cult Army.

But he did do some extremely cruel and bloody things."

As she spoke, Catherine frowned slightly, and then corrected:

"No, it's not that he 'did', but he has been doing cruel things, because his behavior is too detached from humanitarianism, it will definitely affect the acceptance of the Holy Religious Army in the hearts of the people, so General Patton has issued a military order, and his name is not allowed to appear in all reports on the front.

But the chief of staff of the Baskervilles also doesn't seem to care much about this.

He never cared about whether his reputation was good or not, and even less about whether the people of the empire knew about his existence.

In short, he seems to have been a weirdo from the start.

If he hadn't been a genius on the battlefield for centuries, he would have been executed by military order."

Sherlock listened to Catherine's words, his expression became more and more solemn, but at the same time, he became more and more interested, he thought of the extremely cold place far away from the imperial civilization, with killing and blood as the main theme, and couldn't help asking:

"So. What did he do? ”

(End of chapter)