Winter in London came very early this year, and ended so suddenly, at the end of December, the snowflakes that should have been flying suddenly became a little weter, and then they were out of control, and it rained without warning.

The dripping rain softened the cold air, suppressed the fog on the outskirts of the city, calmed the dust on the streets, and then blew by the sudden wind, giving London a rare sense of freshness. Sherlock stood in the training area of the factory on the outskirts of the city, looking at the huge demon quietly soaked in the demonic tranquilizer in the distance, and took a breath of blues, the spicy water flowed through his throat and rushed into his lungs, making people inexplicably produce a strange feeling of refreshment and anticipation.

This morning, the empire ushered in another uproar.

In fact, there have been so many shocking reports this month that the minds of the people of the Empire have been buzzing, and every day they are immersed in an almost hallucinogen-like excitement, wondering if the Holy Light has been worshipped for more than three hundred years, and finally feeling satisfied, so they send their best wishes to the world.

Otherwise, why can wild demons be controlled by humans?

Because Professor Darwin's previous results were only released to invited industry insiders, they did not receive much attention from the public, but this time, a headline in the Holy Journal newspaper made this most shocking research in the history of biological science officially enter the eyes of the people of the empire.

In fact, human beings are really an extremely conceited creature, maybe they have always believed from the bottom of their bones that they should be the masters of this world, even if they are not as tired as a dog because of their hard work every day, but they can't tolerate themselves in cognition, really inferior to a dog, even if they are in the human group, just the lowest level of the homeless, at the moment of starvation, they must be more noble than any other animals and flowers.

So, when it is learned that wild demons can also be controlled, the gates of hell may be closed, and humanity will regain its position at the top of this world's biological chain.

The inherent perception of race has finally exploded into an unprecedented unity.

At this moment, the inheritance of the emperor's throne and the medicine that cured diseases were almost all left behind, and there was only one thought in everyone's minds, and that was .

Human beings must be the masters of this world!

Of course, no one noticed that this report was only a demonstration of achievements, and whether it could be successfully displayed, or even whether it could be successfully displayed, was still inconclusive.

If, in the end, all this only ended in failure, it is hard to imagine whether the scientific researchers related to this experiment will be drowned by the saliva of the entire people of the empire.

In the darkness, the scarlet point of light slowly extinguished, and Sherlock dropped the cigarette butt on the ground and pursed his somewhat dry lips,

"Can't sleep?" Old Professor George suddenly appeared beside him and asked calmly.

"I didn't sleep," said Sherlock, who had been obsessed with the perception and manipulation of Crimson for the past few days, because when he was moving from the first order to the second order, it was because he controlled a second-order demon with his tentacles.

Then he wondered if he was now in control of a third-order great demon, would he touch the threshold of the third-stage because of this.

But after several days and nights of trying, he found that he didn't feel like he was going to be promoted.

However, his sleepless night, in the eyes of others, is a sign of nervousness.

Indeed, the presentation of the results was imminent, and the information was communicated to the entire empire in advance before the finishing touches of the experiment were completed, which meant that there was no way back.

Either the world is perfectly shaken, or it is ready to meet the spit of all the people of the empire, there is no third possibility.

"Actually, I didn't support your approach at the beginning, and the focus on scientific research is to be down-to-earth, but maybe it's because you gave me too much shock during this time, so I subconsciously felt that you could do it."

Professor George Sr. said earnestly, as if he was talking to his students about his life insights.

Of course he didn't know, just showing the results of the experiment, for Sherlock, it was simply a simple matter, he could even control dozens of demons by himself, and dance in front of all the invited people with the big guy of the third order.

However, Sherlock didn't bother to explain to Professor George, because no matter how he explained it, it might seem like a comfort in the other party's perception.

"The location has been decided, in a military base more than 900 kilometers from London, the invitees will be there in three days, and tomorrow night you will take the steam locomotive rented by the factory to go there, the little demon was loaded an hour ago, and has just followed the first convoy towards its destination.

As for Crimson, because of its size, it needs to rent a large timber truck, and it hasn't arrived yet, so it's likely to be transported with you tomorrow night. ”

Old George said word by word about the arrangements of the past few days, although his tone was steady, but he could feel that his heart had been filled with an extremely complex emotion, and looked at Sherlock again, if he had told him two months ago whether his teacher's experimental results could be successful, and finally pinned on such a person, he would not believe it.

In fact, at this moment, he didn't quite believe it, so he could only smile bitterly and pat Sherlock on the shoulder hard.

"It may be hypocritical to say that, but . The future of the empire is up to you. ”

Meanwhile, in the inner city of London, Hopkins shook the rain off his umbrella and knocked on the door at 221B Baker Street.

Soon, the door opened, and Watson, as usual, was very polite, and made a gesture of invitation.

"Actually, we don't need to be so polite between the two of us, when I'm not in court, I usually don't have any fights." Hopkins sat down on the couch and took the tea from the other party.

"It's just my habit."

"Okay. I really can't figure it out, how did you develop such a character? Hopkins took a sip of tea, felt his body relax, and asked, "There must be something very important about calling me here so late, right?" ”

"Of course." Watson nodded, then took out a thin envelope from his pocket and handed it to the other party:

"This is a comparative document of handwriting, which proves that the fall of the London airship was directly related to Augustine the Great, and I think the Inquisition will be of great interest to it."

(End of chapter)