Catherine knew that Sherlock was an extremely intelligent person, but she still looked at each other with a kind of 'are you sick in the head' look. Even at that moment, there was an urge to re-conduct a personnel test.

Does he know what he's talking about?

Can a person teleportation a distance of thousands of kilometers?

Or is it a contract demon who controls himself from so far away?

As long as you are a sane person, you will not have such thoughts.

In fact, under normal circumstances, Sherlock would not first consider this kind of crazy explanation, he is a detective, and no matter how powerful his divergent thinking is, he must be based on facts.

But for him at this moment, these two explanations are really based on facts.

He himself is the basis.

Just a few hours ago, he had moved a couch from London, and at this moment, he could control dozens of demons to appear anywhere in London.

If the murderer had the same abilities as himself, then he could have done it.

Of course, Sherlock didn't think that the front-line officer named Baskerville really had the same abilities as himself, after all, there was only one sun in hell.

But it can't be ruled out that he has any other way. He must have done something so unbelievable that he would have done something that would have amazed him!

Only in this way can I not waste so much effort to come here.

Sherlock began to pace around the room, and gradually entered a state of thought.

In this state, he was almost free from all other external factors, countless information swirled in his mind, and after possessing that inexplicable ability, his efficiency in collecting evidence in the case reached an unbelievable exaggeration.

He had just been given the name of the Baskervilles, as well as a brief identifier of his identity.

Then he can search his mind for some information about the Baskervilles. It's all very vague, but it's still extremely useful.

For example, he has now learned that the chief of staff named Baskerville has no family and never takes a leave of absence himself, which means that he rarely leaves the Hell's Gate front in Antarctica.

And just 93 days ago, the First Contract Regiment of the Holy Cult Army conducted a 40-hour battle at a precise location on the Antarctic continent, and the commander of this battle had a more than 90% chance of being personally commanded by Baskerville.

Moreover, this probability is constantly climbing with the integration of various information, and soon reached 97%.

In short, it is almost certain that this guy was definitely on the front line when the old dean died, instead of finding a person to impersonate him, and then secretly find a ship to cross the Reddeck Strait, infiltrate the life science academy, manipulate his contract demon to kill the old dean, and then secretly return to the battlefield.

Oh, by the way, this terrifying ability to gather information is what Sherlock calls the "Temple of Mind".

In fact, he was going to call it the [Clue Small Vault] at first, but afterwards he felt that this ability was so easy to use that it should be given a more stylish name.

In short, Sherlock paced, wandered, and thought, and time was torn to pieces in the frenzied storm of thoughts, until he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, and then he suddenly came to his senses.

Looking around, he saw that Catherine had sat in a corner of the laboratory, her eyes closed, and she was sleeping soundly

For more than three months, it seems that she is the only one in the whole world who desperately believes that her father was murdered and died, so it is hard to imagine how much pressure she is under, and the extremely tired and emaciated body makes this woman show a hint of pity.

Of course, no one would think that a trial nun is a pitiful person, even if she is no longer a clergyman, but the strength of her second-order powerhouse is still there, being stared at by Sherlock like this, she immediately instinctively noticed that she was being watched by a beam of gaze, slowly, she opened her eyes, and then the domineering woman returned.

"What time is it?" Sherlock asked.

"At 6 o'clock, you've been wandering there for almost four hours."

"I'm sorry, but I'm a person who thinks about things and loses track of time." Sherlock didn't have much apology in his tone, and he felt that his brain was still a little dizzy, so he smiled and said, "It's easy to get hungry, a few days ago a guy seemed to say that the consumption of the brain is several times that of other organs." ”

Catherine got up: "Let's go, take you to get something to eat." ”

The night and day of the Life Science Institute are two completely different states.

It is exceptionally quiet during the day, with few pedestrians on the streets, and at night, all the long streets come alive as if they had suddenly woken up from a dream.

The people who worked in the laboratory for seven or eight hours seemed to have infinite energy, and they didn't look like manual workers at the docks, who would lie on the bed with their whole body exhausted and motionless after work.

They have so many wild ideas in their minds that they seem to want to talk to someone all the time.

Anyway, as long as you have never been to the Academy of Life Sciences, it is hard to believe that in this scientific mecca known as the entire empire, the best business is actually a bar.

A wide variety of bars!

70% of scientific research workers feel that they are the most active in thinking and talking the most freely after drinking, so when they walk into any bar, you can see a few middle-aged people who have not had time to take off their lab coats gathered at a table to discuss some different scientific research topics, and if the people at the other table do not agree with their ideas, they will come over to join the discussion, and in the end, most of them will become scolding each other, until a big fight.

In the bars here, fights happen almost every day.

Maybe in other cities, two people will consider a lot of external factors before fighting, such as the other party's economic strength, social status, whether there is anyone behind the back, whether to pay compensation if it is broken, etc., anyway, after some crossbeams, most fights can't fight.

But the place of the Academy of Life Sciences is different, if the two people are not in harmony with each other, then no one can really convince anyone, and even some laboratory research directions are fundamentally hostile to each other, so they quarrel when they meet, and they fight if they don't win, and they don't have to think about the people behind each other's backs, because the old professors of the two laboratories fight more fiercely when they meet, and they don't care about the compensation or anything, the staff here enjoy full medical services, and they don't need to spend a single coin, and a group of dry and thin people who soak in the laboratory all day long, No matter how hard you fight, it will be a blue nose and swollen face, so you don't have to delay going to work the next day.

At night, the noise of the shops on both sides of the street can be faintly heard.

Sherlock followed Catherine through the not-so-cold street, past the not-so-bright streetlights, and the light from the bar not far away reflected the shadows of the two men through the window.

Such a night has been called prosperous in this era.

After another journey, the noise gradually faded away, and the two came to a relatively quiet bar.

Push the door in

Sherlock couldn't help but be slightly surprised, because he only looked at the inconspicuous little wooden door outside, and he couldn't imagine that there was such a large space inside.

The all-glass chandelier hangs overhead, some atmospheric paintings hang on the walls of primary colors, in the middle of the venue is a huge pale gold bar, a dazzling array of wine glasses are placed very carefully, the floor is the most solid wooden floor, interspersed with some marbles of similar colors subtly, well-dressed attendants carry plates, silently going back and forth between the tables, not far from the high platform, a lady in a gorgeous dress is playing the piano, the sound is soothing, and the air is filled with a good smell of incense.

The most important thing is that the temperature here is very comfortable, and I think the owner here made a built-in steam pipe underground to wrap the whole building, so as to achieve the effect of temperature control.

It's not a small amount of money, but the owner of this shop has only chosen a very small location on the edge of the block and made a small door that is so unobtrusive, which has led to a small number of people in this bar.

The two of them found a seat on the edge, and Sherlock picked up the menu on the table and glanced at it.

This moment!

When facing the third-order great demon head-on, he could maintain absolute concentration, but he actually felt a trace of nervousness.

He hesitated for a moment, then looked at Catherine and asked a little cautiously:

"Please?"

Catherine looked at Sherlock's expression, and her cold face first showed a hint of surprise, and then she laughed like an ice and snow culture:

"Haha, I really don't know, how many shocks do you have to give me before you stop, are you worried about money?"

"Of course, didn't you look at the prices here?" Sherlock gestured to the menu in his hand, and the shock had not yet dissipated.

Catherine seemed to like to see Sherlock's slightly embarrassed expression, and she pursed her lips: "But. . . With your ability, you should be able to make a lot of money easily, right? ”

"It's not that easy." Sherlock said: "Cases do not happen every day, and under normal circumstances, civilians do not pay too much for commissioning. ”

Catherine nodded, and she suddenly noticed that her mood seemed to be a little better, but she didn't know why.

Maybe it's because he found out that the man in front of him is not omnipotent, he also has weaknesses, and he will also show an embarrassed expression.

The soft light poured into the music, and Catherine munched on the food in front of her.

Some of the guests next to me looked over from time to time.

The news of the dean's death has been suppressed and not leaked, but many people in the School of Life Sciences have already known about it, so as the dean's daughter, she will naturally be concerned, but the meaning contained in these concerns is too complicated.

No one came up to say hello, and no one dared to have a gaze intersection with Catherine, just watched from a distance, silently, and occasionally some extremely low voices sounded, those people felt that Catherine would definitely not be able to hear, but they didn't know that a second-order contractor, her senses were much sharper than normal people, she could hear clearly, but she didn't want to pay attention.

So, she ate very quietly, carefully digesting every bite of the food she ate.

At this moment, a waiter walked over slowly, dragged a bottle of wine with a clean towel, and said with great respect:

"Do you need a glass of wine, this young lady?"

In some high-end restaurants, waiters often ask such questions to guests, so Catherine didn't feel that the other party was rude, and it happened that she was in a good mood at the moment, so she nodded, and then looked at Sherlock across the table: "This gentleman also needs a drink." ”

"Yes, beautiful lady."

The waiter carefully poured the wine into the goblets on the table for two, the bright red liquid looking so tempting in the overhead light.

"It's certainly not cheap." Sherlock took a sip and clicked his lips, in fact, he knew a little about red wine, but he had never drunk it, and he couldn't taste good or bad at all.

Catherine also took a sip gently, and the bright red juice lingered between her lips and teeth, exuding a faint sweet taste.

Suddenly, she was stunned for a moment, looking at the wine glass in front of her in some disbelief, then turned her head and looked at the attendant beside her who had not yet left in disbelief.

"This wine.?"

The attendant bowed slightly and said with a smile:

"It's Miss Erin Adler's stock, and she says you're in a good mood today, and it should go well with this bottle."

As he spoke, the attendant turned slightly sideways and gestured to a table not far away.

Catherine looked over.

Sherlock naturally followed suit.

I saw that at that table, there was a woman who looked to be about 30 years old, wearing a red dress, with a black hat with a huge round cover, her long reddish-brown hair curled and hung down, covering one side of her eyes in the shadows, in fact, she was wearing very simple, there were not too many embellishments on the dress, but it was inexplicably revealing a kind of grace and gorgeousness with a sense of age, holding a long black thin rod cigarette in her hand, at this time, the smoke had just dissipated, as if she had just walked out of the haze.

Seeing Catherine and Sherlock looking at her, she smiled and said hello.

Catherine smiled and nodded in thanks.

"Is this wine famous? You look surprised. Sherlock asked.

Catherine spoke slowly:

"You may not understand it if you say too much, but in short, the cup in front of you now can buy the house on the street where you live in London."

Sherlock's body stiffened.

He looked at the glass of red wine in front of him incredulously, then raised his head and looked at the woman not far away, and found that at this moment, the other party was also looking at him, and his eyes touched lightly in the soft light.

Sherlock had a rare gentlemanly expression.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Erin Adler."

(End of chapter)