Sherlock looked at the man walking towards him, and saw that his hand had been carefully placed at his side, and he could imagine that he was wearing a weapon behind his waist, which he could pull out as quickly as he could, but he didn't know if it was an ordinary pistol, or a more respectful front-line military weapon.

Of course, most of these people's weapons are just a symbol of threat, and it is impossible for anyone to actually shoot and kill people in the Life Science Academy, but at the same time, it is absolutely impossible for anyone to approach the warehouse in front of them.

A large part of the reason for doing so much is to destroy this machine with minimal cost, and no one wants to make any low-level mistakes at this time.

Sherlock smiled kindly:

"Don't be nervous, I'm here just to find out if you're really testing this machine. After all, you've all been shameless to this extent, and I'm really afraid that you don't know how valuable this thing is, so you'll blow it up in a daze. ”

"Who are you?" When the guard heard the word 'shameless', his face was very ugly, and he asked in a cold voice.

"Oh, I'm a detective investigating the death of Old Dean Darwin, and this instrument is an important piece of evidence for me."

Sherlock was talking when suddenly, the door to the warehouse opened, and two men walked out of it.

One of them was a middle-aged man with a distinctly military physique, and although he was not wearing a weapon, he was wearing a sword-shaped badge on his chest.

Unlike the two previous overseers who were thrown into the crowd and beaten into pigs' heads, this man looked like the most standard military background, even the kind that had gone through the harshest life and death on the front line.

And the other person, who didn't need much to describe, turned out to be the same Vice Dean Holker I met a few days ago.

The two walked out side by side, and both saw Sherlock stopped by the guards.

The elderly deputy dean frowned, but he only glanced at it lightly, and then shifted his gaze, and in that moment of staring, Sherlock clearly saw the contempt in the other party's eyes, only to see him shake hands with the middle-aged man beside him, and then left.

After seeing Vice Dean Holke leave, the middle-aged officer walked over to this side and asked briefly, "What's the matter?" ”

The guard immediately straightened up: "Report to the captain, this man said that he is a detective investigating the death of Dean Darwin, and he is here to know how we have detected this machine!" ”

"Oh?" The captain of the guard looked Sherlock up and down with more interest, and then smiled, "The inspection is going well, we have been able to determine that this machine poses a great threat to the security of the Empire, and we are scheduled to destroy it tonight." ”

Sherlock nodded, "I see. It seems that the scientific advisor doesn't exist at all, and even if he does, he probably stays in a hotel, and you don't plan to let people touch this machine. ”

The captain of the guard was stunned, as if he didn't expect the other party to say such a thing, but then, he smiled:

"Actually, we asked the old guy to come over yesterday, but after he saw the machine inside, he suddenly regretted it.

Originally, he asked him to give a report proving that this machine was dangerous, but he didn't do it, and even scolded us for being sinners through the ages. Oh, sure enough, people who engage in science are a bunch of old stubborns. ”

After speaking, his smile suddenly retracted, then stared at the detective in front of him, and said a little gloomy: "You are a detective, you should have some brains, don't get involved in this matter, no one can keep this machine, the explosives are on the way to be delivered, as long as it arrives tonight, the machine will become a pile of scrap metal."

Actually, anyone with a brain can know that it must be of great value, but we are only responsible for obeying orders. ”

"I understand your duty, and the duty of a soldier is to obey." Sherlock still said unhurriedly, "But I'm also a detective, and that machine is very useful to me, and I can't just watch you blow him up." ”

The captain of the guard clearly heard this, but he didn't take it anymore, because he didn't understand, and frowned and thought for a while: "You mean you can't watch that machine being blown up?" ”

"yes, didn't you say it, it's an important piece of evidence." Sherlock said, and then didn't want to explain more, since it was determined that the [Soul Vision Device] was here, and there were no scientific advisors to tinker with it, then it would be fine.

So, he turned around like this and left the warehouse, leaving only the captain of the Nago guard looking at his back suspiciously, and even wondered if there was something wrong with this person.

He has a strong confidence in these people under his command, it is impossible to rob, and there is no possibility of stealing such a large machine, and the treasury is filled with the highest concentration of demonic tranquilizers, and the idea of using contract demons to do things has also been eliminated.

So in addition to watching,

What else can I do?

At night, the long street of the Academy of Sciences looked similar to usual, and the news of yesterday's team of scientific researchers was not blocked, although most people felt very uncomfortable, but it did not cause widespread anger like the two supervisors who had been sent to the hospital.

And the root of all this is because until now, most people still feel that the death of the old dean has nothing to do with murder, and everything is just the paranoid thoughts of the old dean's daughter.

Researchers are rational, they can even calculate the arc of the lever between the waist and thighs and the different impact forces brought by different angles in a certain exercise, so that they can use the least force and hold on for the longest time.

So that death in front of everyone's eyes is really hard to believe that there is a so-called murderer.

Of course, if there is one person who can prove that the old dean was really killed, then the entire Academy of Life Sciences will definitely burst out with the most ferocious and angry counterattack against the murderer and the forces where the murderer is located.

Never underestimate the anger of scholars, if they do provoke them, they will definitely show incredible power.

In fact, in this situation, there are many people who are faintly expecting in their hearts that it would be good if the old dean really died of a murder; It's not because they have a dark heart, it's that they also feel unhappy and offended by the outsiders in the past few days, it's not that they have no temper, the scholars have the most temper, they just need a reason to release.

The carriage drove down the long street, in the shadow of the gas lamps and the ever-changing light and dark, to the Darwin's Lord's villa.

Sherlock got out of the car and pushed the door open.

The room smells of dinner, and every meal eaten here since moving in is extremely delicate and delicious, which is one of the few highlights of a rich man's life in Sherlock's mind.

By this time, Catherine was already seated at the table, and the old butler was standing behind her.

Sherlock walked over and sat down in his seat. He had walked a long way to-day, and was a little hungry, and he and Catherine would not be polite, so he took his knife and smeared butter on a piece of bread.

"Why don't you eat it?" Sherlock asked, and shoved the piece of bread into his mouth, until the sweet taste ran down his throat and into his stomach, and he finally felt more comfortable.

The old butler's face was gloomy and he did not speak.

Catherine's expression was also a little solemn: "You know, tonight, that group of people is going to destroy the soul visual device. ”

Sherlock took another lamb chop and put it on the plate in front of him and cut it carefully: "Oh, got it. ”

“.”

There was some unseemly silence, save for the chewing sound of Sherlock's mouth.

"But. . . If that instrument had been destroyed, how could it have been proved that my father's experiment had been successful? If it cannot be proved that the father's experiment was successful, how can it be proved that he was murdered? ”

Catherine's expression was full of worry and her heart was extremely anxious, she could only trust Sherlock now, but the man who had given her promise was still eating, and he was enjoying it.

"Don't worry, I said it, leave it to me."

Finally, the old butler, who had been standing aside, exhaled heavily, and then lowered his head slightly and said:

"Sherlock. Mr. Holmes, I know you're the best detective, but 20 minutes ago, I received a call from the Life Sciences train station that a demolition team had disembarked and headed straight for Warehouse 77.

According to the distance, they should have more than an hour to reach their destination, and when the time comes. The hard work of the old professor for more than 30 years will come to naught. ”

Sherlock nodded, indicating that he had heard.

"But. . . You're still eating here, and even if you leave now, it will take at least an hour or more to get there."

The old butler said, his tone was still very light, and his waist was slightly lowered and his posture was still the standard appearance of a housekeeper, but he could hear that he was questioning! Even in the deepest part of that emotion, there was a wave of anger!

He was angry that the detective in front of him had been bewitching his young lady and making her always believe that his father had died of murder, but he was just sitting here and the evidence was about to be destroyed, but he was indifferent.

It's like a botched and irresponsible liar.

Sherlock stuffed the last bite of lamb chops into his mouth, he was really hungry today, so he ate first as soon as he came in, and it wasn't until he saw the butler's attitude that he finally realized that the way he was showing was a little too relaxed.

This ease can be very stressful for other people.

In fact, according to his understanding of himself, he has always felt that as long as he says something like 'leave it to me', then the other party should be completely relieved, Moriarty is like this, Watson is also like this, they know that no matter what it is, if they say yes, then it must be okay.

And in front of Catherine. She also believed in herself, but her reason made her believe in herself with great apprehension and uneasiness; As for the old butler, he had already regarded all this as a kind of evil deed, but because of the duties of the butler and the fact that Miss Catherine was still by his side, he could only forcibly suppress the anger in his heart.

It's not some malicious contempt for people, it's the inability of human beings to understand things they can't imagine, except for madmen.

So Sherlock didn't blame the old butler, and even glanced at Catherine apologetically, and then stood up: "I'm sorry, maybe my attitude made you too nervous, but don't worry, I'll take care of this now." ”

With that, he turned and walked upstairs.

"Do you need any gear?" Catherine saw that Sherlock had finally acted, and her expression of great joy leaked out.

Although she couldn't think of what the detective was going to do until now, and although there might not be enough time to get from here to the warehouse where the instruments were stored, she still had blind faith in Sherlock.

"Oh, no."

"Huh?" Catherine was stunned: "Then you go upstairs"

"You shouldn't be very understanding, but trust me...... I need some sleep. Sherlock said, then headed upstairs.

(End of chapter)