"Mr. Sherlock!"

The old butler behind him finally couldn't hold back a little: "The old man's words may be a little disrespectful, but if you have already given up on this case, please let us know. It is cruel to inject hope into despair! ”

His voice trembled a little, it was estimated that he had never spoken to someone so loudly in so many years.

Catherine's chest heaved as she struggled to suppress her heavier breathing as she threw an almost pleading look at Sherlock.

Until this time, she still believed in the man in front of her, but at the same time, she was really desperate, these two psychology collided wildly in her mind, torturing her painfully.

But Sherlock could only smile back with the most sincere and absolute confidence, for he could not explain what he would do, whether he would sleep so that he could communicate with a sun.

thereupon

He walked into his room.

There was a soft "click", which was the sound of the door being locked, and when it fell to Catherine's ears, she subconsciously shuddered.

The old butler behind him seemed to be really angry, and he took a few steps forward with anger, as if he wanted to go upstairs and reason with that bastard detective!

But

"Don't go." Catherine said.

"Why?" There was still a trace of lament in the old butler's eyes, and he looked at his young lady with great concern.

"He just said, don't bother him."

"Miss! Why do you still believe this person?! ”

"I don't know, but, don't bother him!"

Catherine said, she couldn't give the butler any explanation, let alone refute the other party, her tone was already a little trembling, her whole body was straining, obviously just standing, but it seemed like she was stubbornly holding on to something.

She could only walk slowly back to the table, looking at the warm smell in front of her.

There was apprehension, loneliness, and sadness in her eyes, but in the extremely complex emotions, there was still a trace of stubbornness that supported her, even if she sat like this all night, she would wait until the door was opened again.

Sherlock closed the door and sat down on the couch.

It didn't take much effort to fall into a dream.

He had been able to wake up in this room since he had moved the chair, stood up, and pushed open the door of the room that had been broken and burned by fire in the somewhat scorching heat around him.

In front of me is a scene of a villa with a strong hellish style, with mottled walls, decaying staircases, and hanging paintings that shatter when touched and make it impossible to see what is painted on them, everything seems to have been destroyed in the wind and sand for countless years.

Sherlock was familiar with the feeling, and it felt quite comfortable to be in his own realm.

Today he went to the warehouse where the [Soul Visualization Device] was stored, and in addition to confirming its location so that it could be located, another important reason was that he had to go and see if the realm of hell had expanded over there.

And when he saw the colorful traces, Sherlock was relieved.

Oh, and the reason he's looking at the real world, and not in hell, is because his ash carriage isn't here, and it's still speeding from London to this side.

He can't run dry on two legs to the warehouse, can he?

Next, Sherlock walked out of the villa and into the deserted courtyard outside, some tentacles spread over and gently entrenched at his feet, Sherlock didn't pay attention to them, knowing that these little ones had nothing to do, they just wanted to make do with themselves.

Then, he raised his head and began to look at the sun in the sky.

Surrounded by those celestial giant tentacles, the twisted sun closed his eyes tightly, and did not open his eyes to look at Sherlock, but it didn't matter, his mind moved, and a tentacle fell directly from the sky.

Then he reached out and touched it gently, and the tentacle slowly curled.

In the next second, the palpitating reverse weightlessness struck suddenly, and this feeling was estimated to be many more times, Sherlock couldn't get used to it, in short, when he came to his senses, he was already floating in the empty universe.

Looking at the corrupt planet in front of me again, it was still so shocking, as if it was begging bitterly, perhaps to pray for deliverance, or simply to die completely and be relieved of its current pain.

However, Sherlock still doesn't understand, and even if he does, he can't do it.

So, he turned his attention to the Academy of Life Sciences, a confetti-sized speck on the planet, and Sherlock quickly found the location of the warehouse through his perception of the realm and the path he had taken in the morning.

Followed by

A huge tentacle beyond the scope of vision stretched out towards the corrupted planet in front of him.

This scene is very familiar to Sherlock, when he experienced it for the first time, it has been unforgettable for life, and even recalls it when he has nothing to do, and at this time, everything is similar to the last time, but it still gives him an indescribable shock.

And soon, with the retraction of the huge tentacles like a heavenly body, the [Soul Detection Device] was dragged over, floating silently in the universe with Sherlock, looking inexplicably absurd.

Sherlock looked at the sophisticated instrument and nodded in satisfaction.

As he emphasized before, it is not difficult at all to protect this machine.

The hard part is convincing others of that.

Half an hour later, the real world.

A steam locomotive stopped in front of the gate of Warehouse 77, and then a team of demolition team members hurriedly got out of the car and quickly entered the building in front of them.

On the fourth floor, the captain in charge of security had been waiting for a long time, and when he saw that the person in charge of the demolition had finally arrived, he hurried up to greet him, saluted each other, and then pointed to a door at the end of the corridor:

"The thing is inside, and the task that needs to be handed over is very simple, which is to completely destroy the target device, please be sure to destroy it thoroughly, and no complete parts can be left."

In fact, finding a professional blasting team to come over, not only needs to follow the process to put on a show, but also that to destroy this kind of sophisticated instrument, just simply shoot it with a pistol, or hang a few grenades and it's over, a little uneasy, after all, this is a life science park, who knows what bad things these researchers can make after picking up a small broken part.

The person in charge of the demolition team seemed to understand this and nodded.

Their team doesn't know anything, and the only thing they specialize in is to blow things up.

Whether it's blowing up bridges, mountains, or fish, it's all handy.

So he smiled: "Don't worry, the hot melt bomb, the Imperial Academy of Sciences only developed it last year, after 10 minutes, the things inside will turn into a pile of molten metal, which is definitely more effective than bullets or grenades and other things, and there will be no damage to the building itself, at most it is to re-surface the floor, we are professional." ”

He said with great confidence, and walked side by side with the captain to the warehouse door.

Next to the gate, the vice president of the School of Life Sciences was also there, and for some reason, he had to see this mechanization with his own eyes as a push of scrap metal, otherwise he would not be able to sleep steadily.

So just like that, three people stood in front of the door, accompanied by a loud boom.

The warehouse doors open to both sides

Adjust your mindset! Hmph, you guys, yelling, but I'm a persuasive author, and I'm satisfied with what I'm going to write, remember to give me a ticket! mua~

(End of chapter)