Judging from the performance at this moment, those investigators who are good at reasoning and collecting evidence, warriors who dare to destroy criminal organizations alone, or people who are known as geniuses of the Inquisition, do not seem to have any cities.

Otherwise, why do they all have to show a look of surprise in such a trivial matter.

It's just a lady inviting a man to take her home, and this kind of scene is the most common in every bar in the Empire.

But at this moment, no one spoke, and the eyes were just tossing and turning back and forth between Erin and Sherlock, and there was no need to hide such a large area around the table anyway.

Everyone was shocked at how simple and straightforward Erin's approach was, as if no matter who she sent an invitation, she would get a positive answer. And, when did this guy Sherlock get involved with this mysterious woman?

Erin looked at Sherlock as if there was no one around, just quietly looking at Sherlock. And what about Sherlock. He was actually thinking about the long cigarette in Erin's hand, the mole on his chin, the glass of wine the other day, and why the other party had made such a strange invitation to him.

But he knew that it was useless to think more, because the woman said that she knew about Experimenter No. 37, so she could not refuse her invitation.

Appearing in the right place at the right time, with an extremely useful message, it seems to be a very simple chance encounter, how many delicate thoughts are contained in this group, it must be beyond the imagination of many people, otherwise it would not be impossible for Sherlock to refuse.

The last time he couldn't refuse, it was the old beggar on the Day of Love, but the old beggar was even more rude and shameless, and if he didn't give him cigarettes, he wouldn't leave

And those two cigarettes, through the hands of the old beggar, facilitated a meeting with His Highness the Holy Son, and put a new energy promoter named Franklin on the political stage.

So what will Erin's invitation bring?

Sherlock couldn't think of it for a while, but as he had just said, there was no way he could refuse this woman. So he could only put on the most gentlemanly posture, and slowly got up and bowed slightly to the woman in front of him: "Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes, we're here to help. ”

Erin smiled, as if when she really looked at Sherlock, the smile was always extraordinarily sincere: "Great, I know that Mr. Holmes is a very personable man, so I will be waiting in this bar before midnight tomorrow night, I don't think you will leave me a lonely lady." ”

She said with a smile, and then something suddenly came to mind: "Oh yes, [Duncan], this is the person you're looking for." ”

After saying that, she didn't bother anymore, waved her hand very gracefully, and turned to leave.

And as she left, the extremely exaggerated squire suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and followed her slowly, and among the few people at the table, except for Sherlock and Hopkins, almost all of them couldn't help but be stunned, they should have just noticed this person with an extremely weak sense of existence.

A low sense of presence certainly does not mean weakness, in fact, on the contrary, Tobias almost subconsciously developed a sense of danger for a moment, until he stared intently at the strong back and left the bar, and finally relieved.

"Damn, didn't you say that this life science academy is full of people engaged in research, why do you always encounter monsters!" He muttered a little depressedly.

"That man's name is Godfrey, and among the criminals wanted by the Inquisition, he is the one who can be promoted directly if you kill him, and he is not a contractor. As far as I know, there are no less than 20 second-order contractors who have been wiped by him, including 7 clergy, as for whether he has killed or not killed third-order people, I don't know, anyway, as long as the physical fitness is not enough to ignore swords, guns and weapons, it is an extremely terrible thing to be targeted by that guy. Hopkins whispered.

"Damn, how many people in this world can really ignore weapons, even those perverts in the third order, let the armor-piercing cannon scare a few shots, damn it!" Tobias said depressedly, "Wait, you say that guy is a wanted criminal?" That he"

"I was redeemed by Miss Irene, and you can make up for it yourself with how much money it cost and the specific details, but I can guarantee that the real situation is several times more expensive than the maximum cost of brain compensation." Hopkins explained briefly, and then looked at Sherlock on the side: "I care more than this, you actually know Miss Irene?!" ”

"It's hard to believe, but the intersection between me and her is just that she invited me to a glass of wine a few days ago."

"Miss Erin offered to treat you to a drink?!" Hopkins looked at Sherlock more and more strangely, as if he had just met him, and began to look him up and down again, and after a long time: "Okay, I have to apologize to you, I thought I had put you in a high position, but I didn't expect to underestimate you."

In this way, Tobias's evaluation of Sherlock was widely recognized, and everyone felt that he was indeed a monster.

Since he is a monster, what else is there to say, whatever happens to him can only be forcibly accepted.

Soon, the clue exchange meeting ended, and everyone got several extremely important messages, as well as a name——— [Duncan].

As for why Miss Erin didn't tell all the information about Duncan, it may be because she doesn't know the details very well, but it is more likely that she understands the process of the investigation, and it is also a part that the detective attaches great importance to, only knowing the answer, but not knowing the process of answering, then the final truth will be flawed.

What's also a little strange is that during this gathering, everyone seems to have consciously or unconsciously avoided one of the most clichéd topics. Who is the murderer!

Yes, in a discussion about murder, no one even mentioned the topic of the murderer, and it seems that everyone has understood something, but they all tacitly do not touch it.

It seems that these guys don't have any city at all.

After midnight, the night was in the stars, and the noisy long street fell silent, after all, there was work tomorrow, so the entire Academy of Sciences fell asleep.

But in the fourth-floor warehouse of a laboratory building, 12 high-intensity gas lamps sizzled.

The sound had been going on all day, illuminating the entire empty storeroom, and making people panic, while the captain of the guard gendarmerie paced back and forth in the empty white light.

He was very angry, very puzzled, and there was nowhere to release his irritability, and from yesterday when he opened the door of the storehouse until this moment, a full 28 hours, he had not closed his eyes, and he did not let his soldiers close their eyes, just stood, quite a posture of 'if you can't think of what is going on, no one should go to sleep'.

Because he doesn't understand!!

Yesterday, as the warehouse door slowly opened, he witnessed the scene he didn't understand in his life. There's nothing in this picture.

The entire warehouse was empty, and the huge mechanical device disappeared silently from the layers of guards, from the highly concentrated demonic tranquilizer gas poured into it.

That thing must weigh a few tons, is it possible that all the people under your command are blind.?

At that time, Vice President Holke almost couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and scolded loudly, he had already squeezed his authority to the extreme in this series of incidents.

Without his acquiescence, how could those two overseers bring the guns in? Without his operation, could a team of dozens of people enter the Academy of Sciences generously? Without his nod, would an outside scientific advisor dare to dictate a device that the president of the Academy of Sciences had spent 30 years working to develop?

Oh, even if the Vice-Dean allowed it, the scientific advisor wouldn't dare, so he was confined to the hotel, praying to the invisible light every day, asking for help to keep the device alive.

He knew that it was a treasure ahead of its time, and if it was really destroyed, it would be equivalent to an unforgivable disaster for the scientific community!

But no one knows if the scientific advisor's prayer was actually answered, and in short, after so much effort, the device disappeared, which almost made the vice president not come up in one breath. And all this fault, of course, is naturally attributed to the captain of the gendarmerie.

Your guard is gone, it's your fault, of course! Even, he wondered if this captain had been bribed!

"Fuck! How the fuck is possible?! ”

The captain of the gendarmerie roared angrily, his voice a little hoarse, and he couldn't figure it out all day.

However, he is an extremely professional person after all, so after really not understanding it, he simply forcibly determined that all this was the initiator:

"No matter how the fuck did it, but I can assure you that guy did it! That detective. He came here once yesterday morning!! ”

He snarled to himself, as if trying to imprint this unfounded answer into his mind.

I have to say that this guy is very powerful, he actually guessed correctly without any basis!

At the same time, he also decided to go to the detective! No matter what method is used, he must be forced to tell where the machine is hidden, he can't bear to be wronged, he can't allow such a ridiculous and stupid mistake in his career, the key is that this pot is too heavy, he can't carry it!

Go early tomorrow morning!!

(End of chapter)