In the huge factory area, people are busy, nearly 100 demons are sorted, those experimental equipment are carefully assembled into groups, huge screws are drilled into the ground, and the dust removal equipment and steam escape pipes on the walls are all assembled.

In short, the whole factory area is completely different from a few days ago, these cutting-edge and complex things Sherlock can't understand, but he can feel the professionalism of these technicians, and how terrifying the technology content of this temporary factory is.

However, it all seemed to be sleeping, and the toiling technicians were just doing their work mechanically, and of course they would not slack off, and they would not make the slightest mistake, but they did not have much sparkle in their eyes, because they did not know why they were doing these things.

All of this seems extremely absurd

George. Professor Romanis pushed open the door of the elevator and stepped into the thick atmosphere of absurdity, his head slightly held high, his eyes looking ahead, not looking either way.

This is not the posture of the person in charge of the factory, but he does not dare to look at the people around him, he is afraid that one of his side glances will be intertwined with someone's line of sight, and the person asks, why do we still stay here, but he can't give an answer.

So he could only walk forward as if no one was around, and he also knew that the detective was the one who followed him and revealed the truth about his teacher's death.

He was grateful, and knew that this Mr. Sherlock must be an absolute genius in the field of detectives, but . . He said he could make this ridiculous experiment feasible.

Old George is a professional scientific researcher, he knows what this experiment needs, so he can't believe the other party's words, at this moment, he just relied on that moment of blind blood, as well as his admiration and unwillingness to worship and unwillingness the results of his teacher's lifelong experiment, and led this person to the room at the end of the factory.

This move is irrational so. I maybe, just want to find a reason to give up all this willingly.

Finally, after the attention of an unknown number of people, several people finally came to the door of the factory, and old George opened the door, and the huge instrument that was extremely precise also appeared in front of him, and it was still the same as a few days ago, it lay there quietly, and no one moved.

"What do I need to do?" Sherlock walked into the room and said lightly.

"Huh?" Professor George was slightly stunned, not quite understanding the meaning of this sentence.

Didn't the other party say that he wanted to show himself what he was capable of, why did he ask himself the other way now?

Perhaps sensing the professor's doubts, Sherlock explained, "I don't know much about what kind of data is needed for the experiment, so I wonder how far I have to go to give you hope for the experiment." ”

George. Professor Romanes smiled wryly in his heart, in this case, the other party was not thinking about 'how far he can do', but 'how far he needs to be';

It's like in an important exam that determines the future of life, and a candidate suddenly asks "how many points do I need to score". It's very strange.

So for a while, the old professor didn't know how to answer, and after thinking about it for a while, he finally spoke:

"If you count it according to time, if one person wants to take on the data test of 60 people, then you need to have a contractual relationship with a small demon within at least an hour."

After speaking, he exhaled heavily, like a death row prisoner, waiting for the final verdict.

Followed by

"Alright, let's find a small wild demon over here." Sherlock said.

George. The muscles in Professor Romanes' body tensed for a moment, and he looked up at the other man in surprise, as if to discern whether the other person really knew what he was talking about, and after a few seconds, he was finally unexpectedly sure that the detective seemed to really want to show him something.

One second –

Two seconds –

After being silent for the third second, the old professor suddenly turned around, walked to a telephone hanging on the wall, pulled down the microphone a little roughly, pressed a button, and yelled at the person on the other end: "Send me a small wild demon!" Fast!! ”

His voice was a little loud, maybe because he was nervous, maybe he wanted to make himself appear a little confident, anyway, he gave the order so straightforwardly, he didn't ask much, let alone question anything, because he felt that he seemed to have grasped a miracle, in the palm of his hand, he didn't dare to let go of it, let alone think about it, for fear that the miracle would suddenly turn into a butterfly and fly away.

Soon, a staff member walked into the factory carrying a large cage, and Professor George took the cage from the other party's hand, and then panted slightly, staring at Sherlock in front of him and said:

"Please. Show me! ”

"Okay." Sherlock said, and walked over to the machine.

The mind, the idea, or the soul, has been the most mysterious and unobservable thing since ancient times, like the all-pervading light.

However, Professor Darwin somehow made the mind appear as a line, what a genius idea, and he found that the closer the line between man and the devil, the closer the contract, and what a jaw-dropping scientific achievement.

Now, all of this is condensed in the huge machine in front of him, and a man is putting the helmet full of colorful wiring on his head.

George. Professor Romanis swallowed, and he walked to the other side of the giant machine with the small demon in his hand, opening the cage. The small demon inside was already firmly bound by steel, so he could easily install a brainwave harvesting patch for it.

Professor George, of course, is not a grassroots researcher, and it is not his turn to do this kind of work. But at this moment, he didn't let anyone interfere, and even drove out the subordinate who sent the demon, he wanted to do it himself, he didn't worry about others coming.

His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, extremely serious, his hands were very steady, and his eyes were unblinking, as if he was afraid of making a mistake.

Finally, five minutes later, the patches were fully placed, which was not a lot of work, but George. Professor Romanis wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Alright. It's time to go. He whispered.

Sherlock nodded, then pressed a button beside him.

Buzz Buzz !!!

The machine behind him made a loud roar, probably because of the building materials, this sound was particularly dull in the factory, the ground began to vibrate, and the surrounding walls wrapped these roars, resonating and transmitting back and forth, and finally the sound was like a steam train running at full speed, hissing and roaring.

Outside the factory, all the staff were attracted by this sudden sound, they looked in the same direction in surprise, did not understand why the machine was started, some people walked towards it curiously, but the door was closed, so they could only stand outside and watch, as the roar inside became louder and louder, more and more people gathered around, they just gathered together so quietly, but they didn't know why they came around, and what they were looking forward to.

In short, I just felt that on the other side of the door, something seemed to be slowly waking up.

And right inside the factory, George. Professor Romanis held a long strip of paper spit out from the end of the machine, with colorful lines, motionless, as if petrified.

Hopkins is a judge, of course he doesn't understand this, Watson is a doctor, if you look at it from a medical point of view, he may know a little bit about this kind of theoretical knowledge, but when it comes to [soul lines] and demons or something, he is still a layman after all.

Therefore, neither of them knew what was going on at this moment, let alone whether Sherlock could succeed, so they could only stare at George with apprehension. Professor Romanis's face.

Then I found that the other party's expression became more and more serious, more and more nervous, the hands holding the note did not know if it was because of the vibration of the machine, and they continued to tremble, the more they trembled, the more intense they became, and finally it was as if they were experiencing something that suffocated him, staring at him, and suddenly let out a sharp cry of unknown meaning, and sat down on the ground with a poof!

"It's okay," Watson walked over, not knowing if he should pick him up.

And the old professor just looked up blankly and looked at Watson standing beside him:

"How long has it been?" His voice seemed a little hoarse.

"It's been almost 10 minutes." Watson replied.

Immediately afterward, he found that the old professor who was sitting on the ground was holding the note spit out from the machine very carefully in his hand, as if he was holding the most cherished treasure in his life, and the eyes that had been dry for I don't know how many years were actually full of tears.

(End of chapter)