In the dead silence of the outskirts of London, some roars came from far and near, and several huge special demon transport vehicles arrived at this snowy field that had been destroyed by the battle, like the surface of the moon.

Because the demon of more than 20 meters is really too huge, so the general demon transporter can't be loaded at all, and can only be put on it with two vehicles side by side, and a few transporters with mechanical arms try to pull up the incredibly huge iron plate armor on the ground and transport it away, but it can't be dragged at all, in the process, a turbo steam engine is also burned, and it is very helpless to let these things stay in place, waiting for other support to arrive.

As for Baskerville, he was actually awake when he was found, and he didn't know how long he had been awake, but he still maintained the posture of being hammered by Sherlock at the end, his eyes open, looking at the sky very quietly, the blood on his face was tightly pressed against his skin, looking extremely miserable, but he didn't care about it, just stared at the sky for hours without blinking, and he didn't know if he was stupid or thinking about something.

The people who came to the rescue did not speculate, and what kind of butterfly effect will be caused by the failure of this interception, and who will be converted into chips on the eve of the translocation ceremony, is not something that these rescuers care about.

They were just sighing at the enormity of the demon, and they had learned from some people what kind of person Baskerville was, so they couldn't help but wonder, what kind of powerful person could beat this killing god like this?

Soldiers may not like politics, but they will definitely worship the strong, and I don't know if this fight on the snow will be suppressed, but even if it is suppressed, it will inevitably become some adapted legendary version, and it will spread happily in the grapevine.

At this moment, the so-called 'strong man' who beat Baskerville to the point of blood in the face was following a civilian female soldier from a military base walking slowly down a corridor.

For more than two hours, Sherlock followed the established process of the experimental demonstration, perfectly demonstrating how far he could manipulate a wild demon.

It can be said that all the movements, reaction rates, and finesse control have all reached the qualified standard.

It's just that his appearance itself represents too much, so much that the display of this experiment seems so insignificant.

After a few more minutes, the civilian soldier led Sherlock to a break room.

The female soldier had been in front the whole time of leading the way, so she hadn't paid much attention to the gentleman behind her, and now she opened the door to the lounge, turned around, and looked at Sherlock again, her heart still pounding.

She didn't know what kind of tragic battle the blood represented this gentleman, and she didn't know if the injuries on the demon's body would bring painful backlash to the person in front of her, he just subconsciously felt that this person should be seriously injured.

"Don't you really need to call a medic?" It's not love at first sight for a bloody girl to see a man, it's just that as a soldier, she should worry about the injured.

"No, thank you." Sherlock responded in a rather gentlemanly manner, he could pretend to be able to stay with Watson for a long time.

The female soldier nodded: "There is a phone in the room, if you need help, you can call us at any time." ”

It was the last word she left, she gave the man in front of her one last look, and then left.

The blood was washed by the hot water in the sprinkler head, and it took twenty minutes to wash the water left behind from the body before it finally lost its bright red color.

There were not a few people who watched the presentation today, but now almost all of them are leaving, because what they saw was far more shocking than they had expected, and they had to take the fastest transport overnight to do something. They were not stupid, they knew what kind of revolution was about to be brought about by that scene just now, and even the division commander sent by the military did not care about the recycling business of war waste, and before the demonstration was over, he hurriedly left his seat and got on the transport airship to fly to the Reddeck Strait tonight!

Sherlock is still a second-order contractor after all, and his body has improved a little in the sleep along the way, but the exhaustion of those mental powers still makes him unable to lift too much spirit, and after the battle with the Baskervilles, he needs to calm his heart.

So, he put on the civilian clothes he had prepared in the lounge and walked out of the room.

In the corridor, some soldiers hurriedly walked by, holding a lot of papers in their hands, and seemed to be extremely busy. Upon seeing Sherlock, almost everyone was stunned, and then cast a respectful glance at him.

This is a military place, so Sherlock's actions are divided into a small area, of course he does not feel offended, but is in a good mood leaning against a window, looking at the snow that is beginning to melt outside, and the stars in the sky that are not common in the city of London, there are no meteors tonight, even if there are, he should not make a wish, just so calm, feeling the subtle joy and satisfaction of victory in his heart.

"You seem to be in a good mood today." Suddenly, a familiar voice came.

Sherlock turned his head, and then he saw Erin. Miss Adler, today she is wearing an ordinary dress, which does not seem to be so eye-catching, but this woman, no matter what she wears, as long as she wants, she can instantly change from a dignified and rejecting woman to a bewitching and charming woman, all this just depends on who she wants to show in front of her.

But at this moment, she doesn't seem to be indifferent and dignified, nor enchanting, but very ordinary, with a faint smile on her face, like a girl from the neighborhood when she was a child

"Why are you here?" Sherlock asked.

"You already know, don't you?" Erin walked over to Sherlock and stood by the window, following him to the starlight.

Indeed, Irene, as Franklin's first investor, of course, also had a great deal of interest in the outcome of this experiment, and people like her, since they did, must have a series of related investments.

"By the way, how much money do you have?" Sherlock asked a question he had always wanted to ask.

"How could I possibly know." Erin smiled, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, there were no false expressions honed under the light and darkness of this era, just a very sincere smile.

Looks like she's having a good day too.

"Do you know, within three days, the results of your experimental demonstration will set off an inconceivably big storm in the entire empire, for the first time in more than 300 years of the Holy Calendar, mankind has definitely seen the hope of counterattacking the gates of hell, human beings have accumulated too much forbearance and anger for this moment, and now they have finally found an exit that can be discovered" Erin said, and then looked at Sherlock: "You are a hero. ”

Sherlock shrugged his shoulders: "Come on, I've been thinking a little bit from beginning to end, in fact, just find someone to do this, at most it's half a year late." ”

"That's true, but there are too many things involved, not to mention half a year, it's likely to be half a month late, and this experiment will become a different flavor In short, only you, can withstand these external pressures, show this achievement today, you have given the entire empire the biggest surprise in 300 years.

Thank you. ”

"You're welcome."

Sherlock didn't argue with Erin about such a meaningless matter, he just continued to look at the sky, and for the first time felt that the stars in the sky had changed so much, and countless stars hundreds of millions of light-years away were burning, exploding, and reborn, and these lights gathered into stars on the Milky Way, what a magnificent and beautiful picture.

I'm thinking about it.

He suddenly felt a gentle kiss on the face.

Then he turned around with some confusion and looked at Erin who was smiling.

"Don't think about it, this has made me a lot of money, it's just some of my personal thanks."

Then seeing that Sherlock was still looking at herself with raised eyebrows, she smiled a little happier, and her eyes narrowed slightly:

"I didn't wear lipstick today, and I won't be discovered by Her Highness the Holy Maiden. Feel relieved. ”

(End of chapter)