There are five hours to go

Sherlock needed to be still, so he stepped out of the cottage, leaned against a street lamp outside, and quietly lit a cigarette by himself.

I don't know when the snow will fall, those snowflakes fall on his shoulders, and then it seems to be very magical to fall in his heart, making his chest a little cold, but fortunately, the spicy blues are enough to dispel this coolness, and it is slightly more comfortable.

The empire is too big, and the division of power naturally leads to the division of classes, and the group of people standing at the top has a posture that can cover the sky with one hand.

Moriarty once said that the ultimate power of the empire is always in the hands of the people at the bottom.

It's just that there are too many people at the bottom and the will cannot be unified, which makes the terrifying authority seem so insignificant.

That's why we need the media, we need newspapers, and legend has it that the Imperial Mechanical Institute is using the band technology of the telephone to tinker with something called "radio", and if it is really developed, I don't know how much money will flow into someone's pocket.

In short, if the headline "Dean Darwin died because of a failed experiment" really appeared in a large number of newspaper headlines, it means that the blind public opinion of the people at the bottom will make this matter go in a direction that cannot be dragged back within a few hours.

What the majority of the population believes, that's the truth.

Fortunately, this situation is not impossible to deal with.

In fact, it can be seen that those media are not completely manipulated, otherwise it would not have been possible to listen to this press conference about death, and they just printed the death of the old dean on the headlines.

Therefore, if the killer can be identified in front of everyone when the newspaper reporters gather, then the direction of these newspapers the next day will inevitably usher in a 180-degree reversal.

But how to identify the murderer?

I haven't even found a way to kill people, and it will only look ridiculous to talk about it.

Sherlock is undoubtedly a professional in the field of detectives.

So far, he has sorted out all the clues and connected them, except for the murderous method.

Why did Dean Darwin suddenly die at the hands of the Hound of the Baskervilles?

If his experiment was successful, why did the [Crimson] Great Demon he controlled suddenly fail to defeat the other party, and in the previous experiment, wasn't it already able to completely defeat the [Hound]?

Is it really because the hound was manipulated?

However, Baskerville was still fighting on the front lines at the time, and he was unable to control his contract demon at all.

Or is it said. Someone is misleading themselves?

Thinking about it this way, the method of tearing Dean Darwin in half is indeed a little too obvious, for fear that others will not see it.

But that doesn't prove anything. Thinking backwards doesn't make any difference.

Sherlock's brain was spinning rapidly, time was passing rapidly in this thought, the sky slowly glowed white, and the first rays of sunlight slowly moved up the long street of the Life Science Institute, and then shone on Sherlock's face.

He gradually came to his senses, and looked at the glowing outline of the edge of the building, and he knew that there should be only three hours left.

"Sir, where are you going?"

In front of him, a coachman who got up early saw Sherlock on the side of the road and asked in a friendly manner.

Sherlock's brain hadn't stopped thinking, so he got into the carriage because it gave his thoughts a rhythm, and as for the destination, he didn't even think about it and gave the address of Dean Darwin's old house, because it was the place he spoke of most often.

The road was not congested in the early morning, but it took an hour to get from Erin's villa to the dean's old house, and after getting out of the car, Sherlock saw the servants in the yard cleaning the yard, and the sound of some scissors mowing the lawn reached his ears.

Catherine seemed to have just woken up, and she stood in front of the door, and saw Sherlock returning, with some concern on her face:

"Where did you go last night?"

Sherlock didn't answer, but looked at the other party calmly, and suddenly, he seemed to remember something!

"Is Maude Steward back?"

As soon as the words fell

"Sir, are you looking for me?"

He looked up just in time to see that Butler Maud had also arrived at the door of the villa, with white gloves on his hands and a small apron hanging from his hand, as if he had just gone to supervise the cooking of breakfast.

"What about Dean Darwin's own contract creatures?" He coldly asked such a question that couldn't be beaten with eight poles: "Is it dead?" ”

Maude's housekeeper was stunned, and didn't know why the other party was asking about this, but the young lady had instructed her to fully cooperate with the detective, so she replied:

"No, since more than two years ago, the old man has become more and more estranged from his own contract creatures because of the experiment, and soon, there is no longer a compatibility between them, so when the old man died, his original demon was not counterattacked, and it is still in the laboratory."

Sherlock had known this before, but when he heard Maude Steward say it himself, he had a different feeling, so he asked:

"Where's that lab?"

"The northern edge of 16th Street."

Hearing this, Sherlock's muscles suddenly tensed, and at this moment, the landmark map of the entire life science academy was already presented in front of his eyes, and he could clearly see that Street 16 was next to the large test base.

And that test base is where the old dean died when he showed the results of the test.

Sherlock took a deep breath, not knowing what he was doing, let alone what was going on in his head, just staring at a place in front of him out of thin air, but as if he suddenly saw some amazing picture, he even staggered and took a step back.

"Duncan." He muttered.

"What?" Catherine frowned, she didn't understand.

"Duncan!! Yes, Duncan participated in that experiment too! Sherlock took a few quick breaths, as if he was temporarily oxygenating his brain.

"Duncan, Duncan, Duncan, Duncan!!"

He frowned and began to pace, he knew that he was only one step away from the truth, but a small puzzle piece, he just couldn't find it.

That guy named Duncan!

Sherlock likes to explore, likes to solve puzzles, likes to dig up the truth and all the unknown, so this feeling of stopping in front of the truth makes Sherlock very unhappy, and in an hour, the reporters of those newspapers will flock to the Academy of Sciences, and the truth he needs is just a little bit short.

However, Duncan was hidden, he had been so well hidden years ago, Sherlock was able to connect all the causes and consequences, his reasoning ability to make everything in sight hidden, and he had the extraordinary ability to see almost omniscience! But he couldn't travel back in time, to two years ago to see the man who was gone.

The whole yard was watching this guy who was chattering constantly.

Watching him walk around the lawn, trampling on the freshly arranged flowers and plants without a trace of morality, his hat was taken off and put back on, like a sick nervousness.

"Duncan, where are you?"

"Let me see you!.look at you!"

"Just a glance!"

He muttered over and over again

On the highest mountain of the empire, the snow never melts.

The Temple of Light was built at the top of this mountain, the closest place to the sun in the entire Empire, as if in this way, the Holy Light would always shine like the sun on the world, looking down on the entire Empire.

But no one knows exactly what the Light is.

No one knows where the Light is.

The Light will only deliver revelations to the world at the right time it deems right, and the place where the revelation will be delivered is in a small confessional-like room in the northwest corner of the temple.

In normal times, if the door of the confessional opens on its own, it means that the light is about to come, and a servant of the gods will enter the confessional with the most sincere reverence, and the whole person will be bathed in the light.

Can be at this moment.

In that small confessional, but the most sacred and noble in the entire empire, a light rose out of thin air without warning!!

However, because the door was closed, no one saw this light.

At the same time, somewhere in the distant territory of the Empire.

A human is pacing back and forth in the garden in front of a villa.

He was thinking about how many times the huge amount of information that had nothing to do with ordinary people had gone back and forth in the space of a few minutes.

On the contrary, it is the crucial piece of the puzzle that is missing, so that this person can only watch the truth of everything close at hand, but it seems that he will never be able to touch it.

Catherine saw the torment in Sherlock's heart, and she walked over with some worry:

"You're alright."

Sherlock turned his head and looked at the other's worried face.

Suddenly, he felt a light begin to bloom in front of him!

The light was so dazzling, as if it was unstoppable, as if it was about to envelop all things, and then a voice sounded in his ears.

"Hello, is there anything I can do to help you?"

The voice was incomparably clear, it sounded like a female voice in her 20s, it didn't seem to come through her ears, but directly in her head, and at the same time, the light in front of her eyes was not really in front of her, because Sherlock found that blinking and other actions could not affect it at all, as if the sound and the light surrounded his mind or soul.

"Who are you?" Sherlock asked.

"I have so many names that it's hard to introduce myself." The voice was soft and comfortable: "But you seem to like to call me ———— Temple of Thinking." ”

(End of chapter)