"Suzu ~ Suzu ~ Suzu ~"

The wind chimes were touched by the door that had been pushed open, and there was a crisp sound.

The owner of this bar is called Erin. Adler, Sherlock hadn't had any contact with her, except that he had glanced across a table a few days earlier, but he could tell that the woman was a weirdo.

If it's not a weirdo, who would put a string of wind chimes behind the door of a bar, and only a very small shop will hang this thing behind the door, like such a large bar, even if there are few customers, it is impossible to hear this wind chime.

Moreover, so much money was spent to decorate the interior so luxuriously and elegantly, but the façade was so small that there was not even a sign, and if you wanted to tell the coachman the destination, you had to say the name of the store next to it.

And when I think of this, I can't help but think of the glass of wine a few days ago.

Who would have thought that a certain glass of wine in this world would be able to buy half of Baker Street. Sherlock has lived in London for thirty years, and he knows that it is not easy to have a room of his own in that foggy city, let alone an entire apartment, an apartment building, or even half a street.

And these are worth a glass of wine???

Well, he really felt that poverty can limit one's imagination.

But he really remembered the woman named Irene deeply because of that glass of wine.

Walking through the marble-paved porch, the hall was lit up by ornate gas lamps overhead, but magically it didn't make much noise, and in one corner of the bar, the remaining four people had been waiting for a long time.

Sherlock walked over, and in the process, several glances naturally fell on him, until he walked to the table and sat down, then took off his hat apologetically, and finally narrowed his gaze.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, it's a bit of a long way."

The few people here can stand out from the many elites, naturally they are not ordinary people, and in the face of Sherlock, a guy who shines more in the test, they can't help but be a little curious.

"After the last exam, I went to the office of the approval team and asked about your results, and you solved 47 cases at that time. 100% correct please forgive me for being a bit direct, but you're a fucking monster! ”

It was a man named Tobias Gregson, Captain of the Ninth Detachment of the Imperial Royal Investigation Corps, who was in third place when the list of approvals was read out.

And his personality looks the same as his body type, he is the most old-fashioned tough guy type of police detective, otherwise it is impossible to destroy the terrorists' lair alone, he is about two meters tall, his shoulders are very broad, his eyebrows are thick and his lips are thick, and he is wearing the common denim clothes of the Dimeana administrative state.

Oh, and the detective in front of him definitely doesn't wear a thong.

"It's not as real as you think, because I didn't write the reasoning process, so I have a lot more effective time than you, and, to some extent, I have done some cheating." Sherlock showed a rare sign of modesty.

"Being able to cheat in that situation is also a manifestation of ability. Hey, if only I had been bolder. Another short-haired woman next to her answered, she was the only woman in the selection of the candidate, and she looked young, with obvious remorse and cynicism in her tone: "Actually, I didn't want to write about those tedious reasoning processes at that time, I already figured it out in my head, why do I have to explain it again to the person who reviewed it, it's a waste of time." ”

Several other people in the audience also nodded with some regret.

But it's over, and they're just expressing their emotions a little bit, thinking they can do better in the exam. Of course, after the judge named Hopkins told them that Sherlock had listed nearly 400 safe passwords by exhaustive and exclusionary methods, these people knew that no matter how hard they tried, they would probably only be able to compete for second place.

Therefore, I admire this private detective from London even more, even if from the archives, he is just a novice contractor who has undergone the canonization ceremony for half a year, and he has not undergone militarized experience, but in terms of reasoning ability, he is undoubtedly the most powerful among these people.

For the strong, it is natural to have the respect they deserve, and soon everyone will skip each other's complaints and greetings and go straight to the point.

And in the process of getting clues in the next exchange, Sherlock can be said to be the most memorable and enjoyable chat in this life.

Although I can feel this way when I talk to Watson and Moriarty, Watson's guy has more or less psychological problems, and he has to pretend to be a normal person; Moriarty is even more so, the one who is obviously not tall, and he has to put on a condescending style, which makes Sherlock a headache.

And the four people in front of him can be regarded as very normal people compared to their two friends, and in the final analysis, their own work can also be attributed to the ranks of detectives, which leads to this conversation is extremely clear, there is no nonsense at all, and the communication between each other does not need too much explanation, they can keep up with the train of thought, and they don't have to keep pressing the speed of speech, they are completely open, and even have some wonderful sense of pleasure.

"You say he has a cat?"

"I was scared too. And he only started going to church on the 27th, and it was February! ”

"February!! Damn, I found out that his neighbor had bought a steam locomotive, but no one in his house could drive it! ”

"So the babysitter watching the kids is the same person?!"

"Obviously."

Anyway, the people at this table started a fierce but very harmonious discussion with a speed and way of speaking that only their kind of people can adapt to, and they were generous, and they were not afraid of others eavesdropping, and the attendants who walked around couldn't help but cast strange glances, and even felt that this table of people was having some kind of patient exchange meeting?

After a while, Sherlock also came up with several pieces of extremely useful information.

First, Dean Darwin's experiment did not begin 32 years ago, but was conceived 40 years ago, before the second demonic invasion. But at that time, he was not the president of the Academy of Sciences, and the Academy of Life Sciences was not completely self-sufficient, and his ideas were a little too unbelievable, so they were not approved.

It wasn't until many years later, when the second demonic invasion began, and after humans survived tenaciously in the darkness, that the Academy of Life Sciences finally bloomed with dazzling brilliance, and Dean Darwin's demonology research became the most cutting-edge and practical discipline.

As a result, he was promoted to the dean of the School of Life Sciences, and it was at this time that he finally officially started the research of the soul visual device.

Second: Dean Darwin recruited a demon from the Demon Farm five years ago, that is, the [Hound of the Baskervilles], but five years ago, the Baskervilles were not the chief of staff, at that time, he was just a contract legion soldier who killed the enemy on the front line, and he was so murderous that he was even named a [butcher].

During a mission, he and his team were accidentally surrounded by wild demons, and the battle was so tragic that it was almost completely annihilated, and he was the only one who fought his way out of the encirclement, after which he was promoted to chief of staff of the First Contract Legion, directly under General Patton.

And since he was appointed Chief of Staff, his Hound was sent to the island of Odilia for some reason. In September of the same year, he was recruited by the Academy of Life Sciences and became a test subject for Dean Darwin's experimental results.

Third: Dean Darwin is also a contractor, and he is also a second-level contractor, which everyone knows, that is, he also has a contract demon, but according to rumors, it seems that since he began to use himself as an experimental entity to try to control the wild demon named [Crimson], his original contract demon has undergone some strange changes.

The exact changes are not mentioned in any of the reports, nor in the diary of Dean Darwin, but can be inferred from some of the information obtained by Hopkins to the Inquisition. The demon seemed to be gradually disconnected from hell, resulting in no way to tear open the void rift, and it and Dean Darwin gradually broke away from the contractual relationship, and could not even have a backlash effect with each other.

Fourth: In the early days of the experiment, Dean Darwin did not directly use himself as an experimental subject, but he also recruited a lot of volunteers, and a total of 36 names were recorded in the experimental records.

However, if you look at the original date of the experiment, there should be a 37th person.

“.”

This clue was found by Tobias, and when he finished speaking, the other four people at the table continued to remain silent.

After about 30 seconds, the female investigator, who was a little noisy, finally looked over suspiciously: "Gone?" ”

"It's gone."

"What about the extra one?"

"Not found"

"Didn't find it?" The investigator was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Inspector Tobias even more suspiciously, as if to say, 'You can't find any clues, so you're embarrassed to mess around at our table?' ’

Fortunately, Hopkins came out and explained for the other party:

"Actually, he can't be blamed for this, I also followed up on this clue, but in the end, there is still no sign."

This time, several people around them fell into a longer silence.

In the chat just now, they almost all understood each other's skills, among them, Judge Hopkins is undoubtedly the most well-connected, if even he can't find out, then no matter who is replaced, there will be no better result.

Even the young female scout thought of a very ridiculous possibility, could it be that the day when the experiment was carried out, because Dean Darwin suddenly became lazy, did nothing that day, and rested?

But judging by Dean Darwin's frenzied passion for work, this idea seems even more unreliable.

And just when everyone is at a loss.

"Click~Click~"

The sound of high heels tapping lightly on the ground came from far and near.

The sound was not really loud, but it strangely interrupted the thoughts of several people at the table, and they all looked in that direction in unison.

Then, I saw a woman with a graceful figure walking towards me.

(End of chapter)