"Ahh

"Uhhhh————h

Vice Dean Holke didn't react at the first time, why his words were choked, he just felt a spasm in his throat, and the entire airway was almost blocked.

Then, he realized that the other party had an extra arm in his hand, and that arm was his own.

It was only at this time that his broken arm finally erupted into a sharp pain that rushed straight to the brain, and the blood that flowed out of the mouth was finally reflected, accompanied by huge pressure, and began to spurt out an astonishing amount of blood!

"Ahhhh————hh

He began to scream, and the remaining hand gripped half of his forearm in handwriting, as if he were holding a hose that was squirting water out.

I have to say that Vice Dean Holke's spiritual strength is really strong, and at this time, he can even rationally take the lead in thinking about it, so as not to let himself die because of excessive bleeding.

As the vice president of the School of Life Sciences, he has extremely professional medical knowledge, so when he almost fainted in pain, he tore his experimental white suit, and then used his teeth and the remaining hand to write down half of his arm, which stopped the blood from continuing to gush!

Everyone in the audience was stupid.

In fact, one second, they were still trying to keep up with Sherlock's speech, because the jump between his words was too big, making it very difficult for them to record, but the next second, they saw the new witness walking towards the deputy dean, and then they saw blood.

There was no warning at all, and it abruptly made people feel that they were hallucinating because the news was too exciting.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that someone finally came to their senses, and then suddenly fell to the ground, crawling backwards with their hands and feet, as if trying to get away from the blood that was spurting out.

Immediately afterward, the screams finally began to resound throughout the room, and the confusion, the pushing, the cries of fear from people falling and getting up, and the vomiting sound after a burst of fainting blood, the courtroom, which was supposed to be the most respected, suddenly became chaotic.

Hopkins on the stage stared, I don't know if it was because of anger or fear, his eyes began to be bloodshot!

As a judge, he would never have imagined that someone would dare to do such a thing in front of him

directly ripped off the defendant's arm?!!

This is no longer contempt of oneself, but contempt of the courts, contempt of the laws of the Empire, contempt of the Inquisition of the Holy See, this man called Baskerville. Is it a madman?!

Yes, Baskervilles are crazy!

He was so mad that his name was ordered out of the Redek Strait, so mad that no one knew about his existence except for the warriors on the front line of Hell's Gate.

He was a pure madman, a maniac whose cognitive ethics were distorted, his emotions were not even so perfect, and more than half of his demeanor, smile, and contemplative frown were learned by observing other people's reactions over and over again. His glasses are more than 800 degrees myopia, but he is not a myopic person himself.

The reason why he wore those gold-rimmed glasses was so that he couldn't see the person in front of him clearly. Because this can reduce the urge to suddenly go crazy and kill the person in front of you.

His teeth were horribly severe, almost all of them were shattered, those fresh nerves were exposed in his mouth, and blood was oozing out every moment, and the smell of blood flowing from his body was a real bloody breath, and every saliva he swallowed was bloody.

And the reason why his teeth became like this is because he is eating the flesh of demons.

The Baskervilles had no particular emotion, except for the morbid adoration of Master Dante.

His thinking is very strange, but it is also very direct.

He felt that Lord Dante had gone to hell alone and lived for a year and seven months by eating the flesh and blood of demons, so if he could also eat the flesh and blood of demons, wouldn't it be the entire empire, only himself and Lord Dante had eaten the same thing.

He and Dante are the same in a certain behavior, and the whole empire can no longer find a third person!!

This kind of temptation made him extremely excited! So he began to eat the demon hard, the hard flesh cut his mouth, his teeth were chewed open, and when he swallowed, his entire esophagus suffered as if he had swallowed glass slag.

But he still did it with pleasure.

Because it made him feel that he was one step closer to Dante.

No one knows why this pervert worships Dante so much, anyway, if a person deceives him in the name of Dante!

Then he will be angry, very angry, incomparable, extreme, beyond reason!

Well, he doesn't have much sanity himself either.

"I advise you not to go." Sherlock called softly, and was about to step forward to stop Hopkins, who was about to stop this sudden tragedy.

The latter's eyes almost burst out, and he wanted to step forward to stop it, but he knew that he couldn't stop the terrible middle-aged officer at all, so he could only look at Sherlock angrily:

"This is part of your plan?"

"Uh" Sherlock pulled a long tone, and finally nodded: "Yes." ”

"This is the courtroom !!" Hopkins suppressed his anger and said that it seemed that what Baskerville had done made him very uncomfortable.

"Okay~" Sherlock spread his hands very casually, then took out a cigarette and handed it to Hopkins: "I thought you had a very flexible career bottom line, isn't it just abusing lynching in the court, see some blood, what's the big deal." ”

"He's killing people, before I pronounce a verdict!"

"Then kill." Sherlock said indifferently: "You are a judge, not a machine that reads the law, do you think that a person's crime is really only written in that Imperial Code, and must be written after you say the word 'guilty' before it takes effect?"

Isn't it true that a person is guilty or not that the sentence should have been pronounced the moment he committed the crime?"

With a "click~", a flame rose, and Sherlock handed the lighter to Hopkins and slowly lit a cigarette for him.

The weak light of the fire flickered, but gradually, the anger in his eyes was dispelled.

"But again, I'm a judge, I always have to maintain the process of the law, and you haven't given evidence until now."

"Oh, you say the proof." Sherlock was like a nobody: "Actually, I have proof. ”

"What?!" Hopkins was taken aback: "Then why didn't you take it out earlier?" ”

"This evidence is a bit troublesome. Because I need to get Duncan out of that shell. ”

Hopkins listened and frowned: "Take it out, you want the party to state the crime?. He can't even speak, and you don't say that his skin has been stripped away, so how long will he live after he is taken out? ”

Speaking of this, Hopkins hesitated slightly, and then whispered: "And in this way, will it be too cruel to him." ”

"yes, it's just a little cruel." Sherlock nodded, "But. . . If Nightingale had been allowed to handle the process himself, there would have been no problems like these. ”

He said it in a relaxed tone, but Hopkins's brows furrowed even tighter, and he looked at Sherlock as if he were looking at a second fool:

"Did you say it wrong, or did I hear it wrong. You say, you want to go and ask Lord Nightingale? ”

"Yes, that guy seems to be in addition to the broken bones and limbs that can't be repaired, it's okay if the intestines are broken, and the vegetative person can be cured, she's here, then Duncan can't it."

"Wait, I'm not doubting Lord Nightingale's abilities." Hopkins interrupted Sherlock, "I mean, how dare you expect to be able to win Lord Nightingale. How could she come all the way to help you with this?! ”

"There's really no way to help me, when I came over this morning, I called her, she's on her way to the Cordelli administrative state now, if you do, it will take half a month, it's too long."

"You called her??"

"yes, haha, you think it's amazing too, right, she has a little maid called. What's it called, Nopa, anyway, she has a lot of mechanical talent, she made a portable telephone, although it is a little larger, like a large shoe box, but it can accept calls remotely, I heard that the Imperial Mechanical Institute wants to pay a high price for design drawings, I don't know."

"You give me enough to stop!" Hopkins interrupted Sherlock with some rough interruption, "What do you think I'm concerned about that call??" I'm asking how you have a call from Lord Nightingale?! ”

"She gave it to me"

"Huh?" Hopkins looked dazed.

"We met before, I saved her life, and she saved my life later, which is actually a clear two, but when she left London, I asked for her phone number with a bit of a dead face, you know, she has a very strong medical ability, so if I have any injuries in the future, it will be very convenient to be able to contact her."

Sherlock reasoned, but Hopkins couldn't hear it at all.

He stared blankly at the man in front of him, his mind already irrigated by the louder and louder humming sound.

He knew that the other party was a monster, so when he learned that he knew Baskerville, he was only surprised and forcibly accepted this fact.

Monsters, what's there to say.

But no matter how freak he was, he shouldn't have known Miss Nightingale.

In the whole empire, there is only one Miss Nightingale!

This guy can even have Miss Nightingale's phone?????

What did he just say?

[What the dead skin wants] ???

Hopkins' whole face stiffened, and there was a sound of broken bones in his ears, as if someone was crying for help and whimpering, but his head was buzzing, and he didn't have the heart to deal with it at all, and finally, he asked a little blankly:

"Your Excellency Nightingale, is it really as beautiful as it was rumored?"

He didn't know why he was asking such a question.

However, Sherlock thought for a moment and nodded firmly: "I think the rumors have somewhat weakened her beauty. ”

Hopkins was still dazed, his mind was desperately trying to digest these simple, but extremely unbelievable words, and after a few seconds, he suddenly seemed a little embarrassed, looked at Sherlock, and showed a shy smile with a little embarrassment:

"Well, actually, I think the two of us should have known each other for a long time, otherwise I would have mixed up with you?"

A genius of the Inquisition, a young third-order contract powerhouse, a person who may become the Supreme Justice of the Inquisition in the future, actually wants to mix up with Sherlock?

It's probably a joke.

Hopkins also felt that it was a little wrong for him to say such things, but his reason told him that he would not suffer if he followed Sherlock.

Speaking of which, this feeling of his came a little slowly, and just a few days ago, the lady Irene had already started in advance.

At the time, she was really just meeting Sherlock in the tavern.

So. In terms of knowing people and acting courageously, Hopkins is still a big step behind Ms. Erin.

"In short, it's not that I don't have evidence to support your verdict, it's just that Nightingale is too far to come here, and if she really waits for her to come, it will take at least half a month, and I can't wait for more than half a month.

I'm going to put this guy on trial right now.

I don't want to wait a second. ”

Sherlock said lightly.

Hopkins nodded, he was not an advance judge who only followed the legal papers, in fact, his trial standards in the court were very flexible, and the so-called anger just now was because the man named Baskerville had gone too far.

And now that he listened to Sherlock's words, he felt much more comfortable, just like the other party said.

It's not a contempt of court, it's not a verdict without evidence, it's just a little bit of a move forward

So he smiled helplessly, feeling that he was following this unscrupulous detective, and the moral bottom line was lowered a little, and then he felt the slight burning between his fingers, and he found that the cigarette was about to burn his fingers, so he quickly dusted off the ashes and took a puff.

"Ahem———— grass ———— ahem, ahem, what the is this cigarette, have you soaked it in engine oil?" His spicy tears were about to come out.

"Blues, smoke a few and you'll get used to it." Sherlock is like a profiteer, selling his inferior cigarettes.

Not far away, Vice Dean Holker was still crawling on the ground with difficulty.

Oh no, he should have said by now, squirming

Baskerville followed behind him step by step, waiting for him to squirm a few more centimeters forward desperately, and then slowly squatted down, pulled out a mass of intestines stuffed in his mouth, grinned at the terrifying mouth that made people's scalps tingle, and said with a smile: "Have you figured out how to apologize?" ”

The vice dean was no longer the same person, but he still made some sounds desperately with his throat that was spasming:

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lied to you, I shouldn't have used you, I shouldn't have used your contract demon."

A hint of disappointment appeared in Baskerville's eyes, and then he broke the other party's mouth, which had already been torn to the limit, and stuffed the intestines in his hand:

"I thought you were also a vice president anyway, and you should be very flexible, but. If you answer incorrectly, think about it again."

(End of chapter)