The door was pushed open again.

The Tribunal is undoubtedly supposed to be one of the most respectable places, so this act of interrupting the trial process is very disgusting, let alone four times.

But everyone in the room did not have the slightest expression of displeasure.

After the first three times the door was pushed open, the trial would usher in a huge reversal, and this fourth time, what will come?

Countless eyes were already staring in the direction of the venue gate.

And this time it was a man with blonde hair, an almost perfect facial contour, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth with a charming smile. This man is very beautiful, so beautiful that some female reporters in the audience are in a slight trance.

And immediately after, another man appeared behind him.

The second man didn't look special, but his posture was very straight, with a certain military quality, well-proportioned, tall, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, revealing a sense of civility and politeness.

The two of them walked straight to the high platform at the front of the venue.

And Judge Hopkins on the high platform, his eyebrows were already slightly wrinkled at this time.

Before that, he had always been the only third-order contractor in this venue, so he could faintly feel that this man with gold-rimmed glasses was also a third-order powerhouse.

Moreover, much more powerful than yourself! The terrifying aura that had soaked in the sea of corpses and blood almost formed a viscous deterrent like a substance, and even as he walked to the front step by step, Hopkins was a little uncontrollable and wanted to enter the state of battle.

Because he clearly felt that if he let the other party get closer, then his life would no longer belong to him.

And what surprised him even more was that the man who walked in with the gold-rimmed glasses, who was even more handsome and beautiful than himself, was not even a contractor, but in that terrible aura, he actually walked leisurely, and even the bloody aura merged into one!

What kind of person is this?

Or, what kind of people are around this guy Sherlock??

"Your Excellency, allow me to introduce you. This is my assistant, John. Watson. Sherlock began, "And the one next to him is a witness of not very importance in this case, named Baskerville." ”

Baskerville !!

The moment he heard the name, Hopkins' pupils constricted suddenly.

He belongs to the inquisition of the Holy See, so he has heard of the Baskervilles! It's just that I didn't expect that this officer, who has the most cruel and bloodthirsty reputation in the holy calendar, would look like this.

I didn't expect that the witness that Sherlock had been waiting for was him!

But when did he, a front-line soldier, come to the Academy of Life Sciences?

How did Sherlock come into contact with such a horrible creature?

As for the man named Watson

Hopkins looked at each other, and by this time Watson had stood quietly on the edge of the room, as beautiful as a woman.

But the dangerous aura exuded by this beautiful ordinary man was no worse than that of the Baskervilles.

It's just different from the Baskerville's bloody slaughter, it's very secretive, it's very light, it floats around the body so leisurely, and when you smell it occasionally, you can break out a cold sweat.

Of course, this feeling of suffocation is not felt by ordinary people, and people just look at these two intently, waiting for what kind of changes they will bring to this trial.

To everyone's surprise, however, the pretty man just stood aside; And the man with gold-rimmed glasses directly found a chair and sat on it.

That's it

They didn't do anything, and they didn't say anything, like two spectators who suddenly walked in.

Sherlock looked at the middle-aged officer in front of him, thinking of the moment when he was in front of the bar before, but now that he dragged people to the courtroom, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, feeling that some things really had a disgusting sense of fate.

"Actually, I'm surprised that you dare to come to me, don't you think I really can't kill you?" Baskerville said lightly.

There were not many people in the audience who had heard the name Baskerville, but as long as they had heard it, their hearts trembled violently, as if they had tasted the meaning of these words, and suddenly looked at Sherlock with a look of disbelief

Sherlock shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly, "Anyway, it's a meeting, please come and do a favor, it's not too much." ”

"It depends on what's busy." Baskerville smiled politely, and then motioned to Watson, who was not far away: "This friend of yours has made a lot of effort to find me and bring me here, and to be honest, if you go to me yourself, I may not be able to come." ”

"Of course, he's a lot better than me in some areas." Sherlock said: "Also, please come, in fact, it is not all about helping me, this matter is also related to you. ”

"Something to do with me?" Baskerville's eyebrows furrowed, as if he was a little interested: "Okay, then I'll hear about it." ”

He didn't take his glasses off when he spoke, as if so many people around him, including the inquisitor on the stage, were not in his sight, and only Sherlock and Watson next to him could have some attraction to him.

"You should already know about Dean Darwin's death, and I won't talk too much nonsense with you, but I remember that when we first met, you said it. Actually, you should have come here a few months ago, but it was because of the delay in military affairs, which is why it has been delayed for so long.

So I would like to ask, if there is no military delay, when should you come to the Academy of Life Sciences? ”

Baskerville barely bothered to recall, and quickly replied, "At least three months in advance."

At that time, the old dean of Darwin sent an invitation to show the results of the experiment to the Redk Strait front, and I, as the contractor of the [Hound Dog] and one of the people with the most outstanding contract ability, should be watched by me as a representative of the military, and at the same time, I can also provide some data about the [Hound Dog] from my point of view.

But military affairs always come first, so the military assigned another person to take my place. ”

"So, when you came back from your mission, what you got was the news of the old dean's death?" Sherlock followed the other man's words and added.

"Yes." Baskerville nodded, then looked at Sherlock's eyes looking at him, and said lightly, "Do you have anything to say?" ”

"Of course," Sherlock said, "didn't you notice, if it weren't for the military affairs that suddenly appeared, then you would have been there when the old dean died." ”

Baskerville frowned, as if he had thought of something, but he continued to ask, "So what?" ”

"So. Have you ever thought that if the old dean died of murder, then this murderer, after deploying an exquisite murder method, also prepared a way back for himself.

In other words, he found himself a scapegoat? ”

The words just fell!

"Your Excellency!" Vice President Holker had been silent since Watson and Watson entered the venue, but at this point, he suddenly got up and shouted, "I suspect that this guy is inducing his witnesses!" Please stop him immediately, it's just."

He snapped!

But before Hopkins could speak, the vice dean's words suddenly stopped. He watched as Commander Baskerville glanced at him lightly, and for a moment he felt like he was in an ice cellar.

Of course, he knew how terrible Baskerville was on the front line, and he knew his perverted habits that bordered on violating ethics, so at this moment, he could hardly say a word, but his body was agitated and he sat back in his seat.

Baskerville turned his head and looked at Sherlock with a blank face: "You mean, I've been taken advantage of?" Scapegoat? ”

"Yes."

"Haha~~" He suddenly laughed, the coldness in his eyes and the change in his face produced a strange contrast, as if he couldn't laugh at all, but he was trying to learn this look: "It's really interesting, I don't know the specific circumstances of this case, but can you explain it to me?"

If someone really wants to use me as a scapegoat, then this person must be bold, big, big."

"Willing to help." Sherlock didn't pay any attention to the cruelty that almost flowed out of the other party's smile: "Actually, I only need to tell you a detail, and you can figure it out yourself." ”

As he spoke, he made a gesture of putting his hands together and slowly twisting:

"You are familiar with this action."

Baskerville frowned, "Familiar, sometime more than two years ago, I had been manipulating [Hound Dog] to complete this action. ”

"Why are you doing this exercise?"

"Because of Mistress Dante."

"I see." Sherlock seemed to hear a key phrase from the witness, and suddenly realized: "But in order for everyone to understand, can you tell me more about it?" ”

"Of course." Baskerville was unexpectedly cooperative:

"The reason is that during that time, I happened to listen to a recording of an interview with Dante, recorded by a research department of the Academy of Life Sciences, I am not sure of the time of the recording, but it was a long, long time ago, at least more than 10 years ago.

As for the content, it's about how to better control the contract demons.

At that time, Master Dante mentioned a sentence, "If you only talk about the control of demons, then to the extreme, you can make demons do some things that violate their habits and common sense.

Not just in the state of controlling it, but completely changing their habits.

For example, let the bulky demon get used to jumping and running, and make the hot-tempered demon docile and quiet. 】”

Sherlock noticed that when Baskerville recounted this paragraph, he subconsciously straightened his sitting posture, like a recruit waiting for the evaluation of his superiors.

"So what? If I'm not mistaken, after listening to this recording, you're trying to change your contract demon's behavior? ”

"Of course!" Without even thinking about it, Baskerville admitted: "These simple experiences shared by Lord Dante made me pause!"

This made me realize that controlling a demon is like training a hound, letting it complete tasks according to your instructions is only the basis of control, and more advanced, it is to let its subconscious behavior be controlled by you!

Make it exactly what you want it to be.

That's when I started training my contract demon to do the action you just made. ”

Sherlock nodded, "Interesting, but why did you start training with this movement?" ”

"Because of my demon's own form, it is naturally unable to make fine grasping behaviors, and it was suggested at the time that it should start with hand grasping exercises to make habitual changes."

"Did you succeed?"

"Of course, it took me about half a year, but unfortunately, after that, my demon was recruited to participate in this experiment, and I lost the opportunity to continue training it."

"And does anyone know about your training of it?"

"It's my own business, and of course no one knows." As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to think of something: "Oh, no, there is a person who knows that it is a female civil servant of the Academy of Sciences, and she is the one who gave me advice to start practicing the [grasping fine object twisting] posture first. ”

As soon as the words fell

"Can you remember what happened two or three years ago?" Sherlock said as he pulled out a photo: "Do you remember this woman?" ”

Baskerville looked at the girl in front of him with black-rimmed glasses, who was not too outstanding, but not ugly, and hesitated slightly: "She is the one who gave me advice!" ”

"Haha, what a coincidence." Sherlock smiled, "This woman's name is Venilana, and she is the vice president of the School of Life Sciences, Mr. Holker's secretary and student, and assistant. ”

Baskerville was silent for a few seconds: "So what? ”

Sherlock laughed even more happily, and he took out a 'cigarette after the fact' and put it in his mouth: "I haven't told you what Professor Darwin was like when he died."

His body was torn in half.

He was torn alive by your contract demon, with the habits you specially trained for him. ”

As he spoke, Sherlock made the same gesture again:

"I know it's a normal thing for you.

But for anyone but you, even me, it's a very strange behavior.

We don't know that you would deliberately use this method to strengthen your control over the contract demon, and even try to change the demon's behavior and habits.

In my senses, if I suspect that Professor Darwin was murdered, then I have to be the first to suspect him. It's you!

No, it should be said that if you were not entangled in military affairs at that time, but had really come to the School of Life Sciences to participate in the exhibition of the achievements of the old professors.

Then the murderer, 99% of the time is only you."

After saying such a long sentence, Sherlock finally lit the cigarette on his mouth, and under the smoke, he looked a little lighter.

"What the hell are you going to say?!"

Vice Dean Holke couldn't hold back, even if he was frightened by the middle-aged officer's extremely cold eyes just now, he had to scream.

"Oh? Isn't it obvious? Sherlock made an obvious gesture: "Okay, then I'll make it a little clearer."

You! Mr. Holke. Alleged murder of the president of the Academy of Life Sciences, Charles. Darwin.

This murder was planned three years ago, carried out three months ago, and you are very shrewd, and you have cruelly hidden a man for two and a half years.

But you were too careful, you were afraid that someone would find Duncan, although you felt that as long as you didn't have any intersection with Duncan for more than two years, then you could stay out of it completely.

But you're not entirely sure. Because there are so many things that will happen in the next two years or so, the caution of a scientific researcher makes you dare not make up your mind in advance.

So, you have prepared a back road for yourself, which is actually completely unnecessary, and even a little bit of a snake, but you are still prepared.

That is. If anyone really suspects that Darwin's death was a murder, then you can also reasonably make people think that Baskerville was the murderer! ”

"You have no proof!" Holker didn't know how many times he had said this sentence today, and it seemed that he had to repeat it repeatedly in order to continue to live a strange life.

"Of course, you can't just prepare this trick to blame, I guess, you must have prepared a lot of motives.

For example, in Darwin's training, when the demon was devastated and the conflict between the demon and its contractor, it was requisitioned without the consent of the original contractor, or the flow of money that you are best at. You can have a sum of money go to someone's military spending on the Redk Strait front after the incident, in short, you want to let Baskerville take the blame for you.

It just so happens that Mr. Baskerville kills someone, that's really a normal thing, he sees someone on the street who doesn't like it, he may go up and prepare to kill someone, even if the other party is the dean of the School of Life Sciences, it is more convincing than others, and even, I think you know that some people in the military don't like this guy, as long as you can create the illusion that he killed Darwin, then naturally someone will take care of the rest. ”

"You!! No!!! Evidence!!! Holke roared, he said too much, his tone changed a little, and the human brain is like this, if you say a sentence repeatedly, or write a word repeatedly, then you will gradually feel unfamiliar with this sentence.

So, I even forgot a little about what the word "evidence" meant.

Sherlock puffed out a puff of cigarette in a hearty way:

"yes, I don't have proof. But you won't forget that evidence is only needed in court. ”

By the time he said this, Baskerville had slowly stood up, and he walked step by step to the high platform, then stepped up, and walked step by step to Vice President Hallk.

His eyes were calm, and he calmly said that Vice Dean Holke felt that he might not be looking at a person.

It's a livestock, a lump of meat

"When people lie, there are many, many unnecessary little actions, so either you are calm and can hide these small actions, or, don't deceive me." Baskerville said lightly: "I want to know, you used Master Dante's recording to induce me to train my demons, right?" ”

"I don't."

"You, you want to throw the charge of murder on me, and you use the recording of Dante's interview to deceive me, right?"

"Nonsense! You have no proof! ”

Deputy Director Holke yelled that in fact, he didn't know why he was so scared, the middle-aged officer in front of him was just standing in front of him, why was he afraid that he had to shout before he could speak.

Anyway, he raised his hand and pointed to the other party's face:

"You don't"

Click.

Holke looked at the half of the arm that suddenly appeared in the other person's hand, and the word evidence suddenly choked in his throat.

"You're lying to me. I can see it. ”

Baskerville's suave face began to contort, and the muscles on his face began to pile up around his eye sockets with a smile.

What's even more terrifying is that he usually laughs politely and has never shown his teeth, but at this moment, because the corners of his mouth are too cracked, the vice president can clearly see his teeth

It was a tooth that was not supposed to belong to a human being, not flat, but fine, sharp, intertwined with each other, like a row of sharp wires poking out of the gums:

"Why do you think. I want proof? ”

(Woo woo, this paragraph should be written for another day, it's so rough, but it's going to be 10,000 words today, so let's do it first.)

All the descriptions about Duncan have been deleted, and I can't send them out at all, I don't know what Big Brother means, I hope you never know. ）

This paragraph is too long.,There should be a lot of places to pass through.,But I'm slowly polishing.,It's estimated that it's been added.,The number of words went straight to seven thousand.,Hey.,In order to finish this paragraph.,I'm so hard.,So count the votes.。

In addition, a lot of people are saying that in the end there is no evidence, which is very not detective. In fact, if you turn to another chapter, you can know that the protagonist already has evidence, but he doesn't want to wait, he wants the murderer to die first.

(End of chapter)