.”

After these simple exchanges, there was a sudden silence between the two of them.

It took a long time for Sherlock to finally utter the simplest syllable:

"Huh??"

Old Professor George's flattering expression was still the same, like a waiter in a bar staring at the eldest son of a single aristocratic family opening a bottle of red wine, regardless of the embarrassment that grew clearer between Sherlock's eyebrows.

After another ten seconds, Sherlock finally confirmed again in disbelief:

"Let me publish this textbook????"

Old George nodded: "Hehe, yes, it seems that it is a matter of controlling the soul line, and it is indeed a little too difficult for those soldiers who only know how to obey military orders and fire cannons every day." ”

All right

In fact, at first, Sherlock thought that the Imperial military wanted him to go to the front line to demonstrate the power of wild demons' controllable experiments.

After all, this new kind of power must be seen by the soldiers with their own eyes in order to play the most effective incentive, just as every few years, the empire has to send some teams from the imperial mechanical institute to the front line to conduct on-the-spot military exercises, to show how many more lethal and powerful weapons the empire has developed over the years.

But he really didn't expect that he was shamelessly deceived into getting on the airship, and he actually let himself do this kind of thing

Imperial soldiers don't have enough brains???

Sherlock hadn't really thought of this, because a few months ago, he had singled out the entire experimental team and easily exceeded all the tasks.

He's certainly not the kind of 'I'm awesome, but I don't know' bastard, he knows very well that he's better than normal people in the field of brain power.

But in two months, he can match more than two hundred demons, and those soldiers on the front line are not stupid, does it take so long for them to control one?

There is an old saying in the Empire: You are not a fish, how can you know that a fish lives freely every day.

In the same way, if you don't have a normal brain, how can you know the depression and distress of those with a normal brain.

Especially for those soldiers, obedience is their duty, and the soldiers on the front line have long been accustomed to following the most direct commands, and it is of course difficult to make them mad to the point of letting them simulate the movement of the soul lines and match them with a demon.

There are even some people who would rather be deployed to the vanguard to go on a mission than be contemplated in a small room in the key, just to make the pointer in front of them beat.

But but

Let Sherlock write a textbook?

Who the hell came up with this idea, if Sherlock knew about it, he would definitely have to visit him from thousands of miles away!

And when Professor George Sr. saw Sherlock's expression, he hurriedly reassured:

"Don't worry, we definitely won't let you be in charge of everything, in fact, on this airship, there are professionals from our Academy of Life Sciences, as well as elite talents from the front-line vanguard army, and these people are put together just to be able to summarize the most common and practical training method for manipulating demons.

As for you. In fact, you are only responsible for telling people what you think is appropriate. ”

In a conference room on the airship, Sherlock stirred a cup of coffee in front of him with a spoon, his body swaying lazily to the rhythm of his wrist.

Of course, this cup of coffee was not ordered by him, but was respectfully placed in front of him by a staff member.

The entire conference room was huge, and the huge conference table had been removed, leaving a large open space, and in the center was the soul visualization device that Sherlock was all too familiar with.

At this time, dozens of people were gathered around the machine, and there was a person sitting on the machine, wearing an EEG collector on his head, his eyes were closed, sweating profusely, and those onlookers were all frowning, discussing something in front of the slowly drawn line pointer, and the pen in his hand was constantly writing.

In such a tense and serious atmosphere, Sherlock seemed out of place.

In fact, Sherlock didn't go to school much, he just completed the most basic imperial compulsory school, and then dropped out of school to start his detective career.

I remember that at that time, when he handed the withdrawal application to the school leader, the elderly professor was so excited that he was about to cry on the spot.

Obviously, he is not a person who likes to study very much, although he likes puzzles, but he hates subjects such as mathematics very much, because in his eyes, the operation of repeatedly trying according to the established route, and then using the formulas prescribed by his predecessors, and the method of proving a certain conclusion as neatly as possible, really has no pleasure at all.

This is the same as writing a medical paper based on experimental data compared to the race against time to rescue patients on the front line of medical care.

They are all engaged in the medical industry, and there is no good or bad, but the former is full of tenacity and boring, but the latter can be thrilling.

anyway

The word "textbook" seems to have nothing to do with Sherlock, and even in terms of education, Sherlock is inferior to those social hooligans in the streets and alleys.

And at this moment, looking at the people in front of me who are wearing glasses and full of academic temperament, as well as the battlefield elites who are straight and wearing civilian clothes, but exude the most obvious military iron temperament.

Sherlock felt that he had been stirring coffee here for 20 minutes straight, but he didn't drink it, was he acting a little too marginal.

Sherlock, of course, wanted to be a little more marginal, and how he wanted everyone to forget about themselves in this atmosphere of discussion.

But unfortunately, not only did he not be able to marginalize himself, on the contrary, he was the center of attention in the whole room!

Because as long as I come up with a seemingly feasible method, someone will sit on that machine and work hard for this method, just to try to see if this method can make it easier to contract wild demons.

And this whole process, I can't help at all, I can only stir coffee here, which seems extremely monotonous and boring.

And so it passed for another few minutes.

"Amount. Vomit!!! ”

A painful moan, followed by a series of very painful vomiting sounds, the experimenter sitting on the instrument almost arched into a shrimp, wow wow wow wow vomited all yesterday's food, his face was pale, and even his body was a little convulsive.

You can see how terrible the pressure this way has put on his spirit.

"Come down and rest, this way will definitely not work, no one will be able to hold on." A person next to him whispered, and then several people joined hands and lifted the person up from the machine with some difficulty.

In this process, although no one said much.

But Sherlock clearly observed that there were many cold and extremely dissatisfied glances at him

(End of chapter)