The horse-drawn carriage drove through the jungle of steel pipes, and the steam heat passed through the thick metal pipe walls, forming a large amount of white fog outdoors in late winter, but the people of London were so accustomed to this atmosphere of less than 20 meters of visibility that if an outsider came over, they might get lost in a few minutes.

The road surface that had been covered by heavy snow for several months had been cleared, revealing the frozen hard soil below, in order to prevent the snow from seeping into and becoming muddy, so the upper layer was covered with a mixture similar to asphalt and cement, in short, a dark and spacious road surface suddenly appeared in front of them, Sherlock and Watson sat in the carriage of the carriage, feeling the bumps that suddenly disappeared, opened the window, and looked at the factory in the distance finally slowly revealed their bodies in the fog, With the roar of the huge iron gate rising upward, the factory opened its mouth like a terrifying beast

Unlike last time, this time I didn't come to negotiate any business to take over, so the carriage entered the factory and accelerated straight ahead, as it went deeper and deeper, the gas lamps above the head became brighter and brighter, the vast field, the complex division of the work area, the operation compartments on both sides of the road, some unnamed instruments appeared in front of him from time to time, during which Sherlock also saw a cage of small demons being pushed into a door, they squeaked and roared, venting their dissatisfaction, and as the gate closed, The roar was no longer heard.

Finally, in a relatively open place, Sherlock and Peanut got out of the carriage, which had been specially arranged for them, so that the coachman did not say anything, not even glance at his passengers, but whipped the horse's back, and quickly disappeared from sight.

Seconds later, an elevator rumbled down behind them.

There were two people in the elevator, one of them was Hopkins, and the other was a middle-aged man who looked nearly 50 years old, wearing an extremely traditional white coat in the workshop, his beard had been untaken for a long time, and he had obvious dark circles under his eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Holmes, I'm George. Romanis, a student of Professor Darwin. ”

Without waiting for Hopkins to introduce each other, the researcher went directly to Watson's side, shook his hand and said, whether it was his tone or pace, it could be seen that this person had a vigorous attitude: "Before coming to London, I paid a visit to Miss Catherine, and I learned from her how much effort you put into the investigation of your teacher's murder, and she never hesitated to praise you, but I never expected that you were not only quick-witted, but at the same time such a gentleman with such grace. ”

Watson was held tightly by the other party, hesitated for a second, and finally spoke: "I'm sorry, I'm Mr. Holmes's assistant, and the person you want to thank is actually this one." ”

He gestured to Sherlock, who was standing next to him.

The expression on Old George's face paused for a moment, but he quickly forced a smile and took Sherlock's hand again: "Of course, people who are too good tend not to care much about their image, because all their wisdom is poured into greater causes, and Mr. Sherlock must be such a person."

As he spoke, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be knocking on the side to indicate that the other party was not good-looking

Okay, I can see that this scholar who doesn't have a lot of hair, but has a lot of gray hair, is not the type who is particularly good at flattery, and these few words may already be the best words he can come up with in his head.

So, he simply shut his mouth and looked at the elevator behind him:

"Then you two please come with me."

The unenclosed elevator began to go up slowly, and in the elevator, the atmosphere was a little awkward because he had just recognized the wrong person, Sherlock looked at the silent Professor Xie Ding beside him, and said slowly:

"As a student of Professor Darwin, your authority is certainly not low in this factory, so you should have come to pick me up in person not only to thank me."

Old George frowned slightly, as if he was hesitating, should he say the next words, but after thinking about it again, he still sighed softly: "Don't hide it, I am the technical person in charge of this factory now, and many people from the Academy of Sciences are brought over by me."

In terms of experiments, I certainly believe that the teacher's experiment was successful. And I hope that in two months' time, the results of this experiment will be in front of all the people of the Empire, telling them that a new era is coming.

But

My hope is not contagious to all the staff, they are the elite of the Academy of Sciences, not people who can squeeze their motivation with blood and incitement.

So with all due respect, this decision, in every way, looks like a joke. ”

In fact, the moment Sherlock saw the other party get off the elevator, he knew that he would definitely say these words, so he was not surprised at all, on the contrary, daring to say these words just proves that the people in this team are indeed elites, and they all dare to believe that their judgment is the truth!

"So, why are you so unoptimistic about this experiment?"

"Because it's too short." Old George said: "I don't know if you can understand it, but data is a variable, and it requires an incomparably complex comparison list, and the type and temperament of each demon are different, and the frequency band of brain waves is naturally different."

If you want to change the brainwaves, it takes extremely difficult training, and if you want to modulate the brainwaves of the controller to the range of a certain demon, it is even more difficult I have read some previous experimental reports, and if you want to slightly raise the α band of brainwaves, even if it is a scale, you need to go through two or three weeks of brain domain manipulation training.

I used my personal connections to find a good young man, I think he should be considered a genius, although he does not have too strong contractual ability, but he is very smart, and can learn the entire α wavelength control method in 5 days.

But even so, it would take him two or three months to establish contact with the smallest of wild demons, and it would take at least half a year to control it freely.

It's just a demon.

And if we want to get convincing data from the military and investors, we need to conduct at least 50 sets of experiments, and we can't just focus on small demons, we need to really control a third-order big demon.

This is absolutely impossible, even the teacher himself, it took more than two years to complete

There is no time, no manpower, so . There is no hope."

The old George in front of him was a little helpless in his tone, in fact, he was grateful to this Mr. Detective from the bottom of his heart, otherwise if he was someone else, it is estimated that he would not have bothered to explain all this at all.

Again, only laymen will be incited by blood, and insiders only need to think rationally to know that this matter is a joke, so everyone is laughing at themselves and complaining, and no one in the whole team can mention even the slightest bit of motivation.

"So if you have to do all these things in two months, what does it take in theory?"

Sherlock didn't understand these overly specialized academic questions, so he asked the results directly.

Old George didn't say too much silence, maybe this data had been calculated many times in his mind, and he quickly spoke: "If only theoretically speaking, the experimenters who need to be deployed now will work in three shifts 24 hours a day for two months, day and night, sleeping, eating, and going to the toilet together, and the average cannot exceed 5 hours, and a group of more than 50 experimenters is needed to continuously test different demons, and there is also a need for a person who can do it in two months. Just control a third-order great demon.

Of course, this is based on the premise that all subjects have fully mastered brainwave training and can establish a contractual relationship with a demon within 20 days. ”

The more old George spoke, the softer his tone became, and he seemed a little lonely, and finally stood like that, without saying a word.

"Then how many volunteers do we have now?"

"There are nine."

Sherlock was silent as well.

Professor George saw the other party hanging his head and smiled helplessly, it seems that this Mr. Detective has also discovered the cruelty of reality.

But he didn't know that Sherlock wasn't discouraged, but that after a few seconds of doing some simple calculations, he slowly raised his head.

"In that case, to be on the safe side, if we have a team of 60 testers, or 70 people, and these people have fully mastered the method of brainwave control, the success rate is higher."

Old George's eyes lit up, and he looked at Sherlock incredulously: "What?!" You mean, you can get a mature tester? ”

Although he felt that he should have heard it wrong, because this meant that the Mr. Detective in front of him could find dozens of geniuses with super brain abilities at one time.

But at this moment, he is still willing to believe in the other party as if he were deceiving himself.

"Sort of." Sherlock said, "But there's one condition, and that is that I don't know if you can make something like that. Make a few more patches that collect demon brain waves, and then attach them all to the same test helmet. ”

"Huh?" Old George was stunned, he probably understood what the other party wanted, and this requirement is not difficult, the machine developed by his teacher seems to have a lot of room for expansion, but the upper limit of the machine is actually meaningless, because people have limits.

So he looked at Sherlock with some puzzlement: "Yes, yes, but. What is this for? ”

Sherlock looked at Hopkins next to him, "Didn't he know I was also a tester?" ”

Hopkins seemed to have just come to his senses: "Oh, I know, but what the hell are you going to do?" ”

"That's what I want. I am alone, can I be responsible for the control data of 60 demons? ”

The elevator up was slow, but it gave the rider a certain dizziness, Sherlock said at a natural pace.

It was clear and direct, but no one answered.

"As for that third-order Great Demon, I'll work harder, and it should be okay in two months."

He said in the same tone.

Then, the elevator door slowly opened.

(End of chapter)