Sherlock frowned, and he looked at his fingertips with a look of confusion.

He had experienced this feeling more than three years earlier, in a monastery outside London, where he had first undergone the ritual of the contract.

I still remember that at that time, when my blood roamed freely in the compass of the chosen contract demon, the slight heat emitted from my fingertips was exactly the same as the feeling at this time.

Sherlock's slightly furrowed eyebrows slowly relaxed, a trace of excitement appeared in his eyes, a trace of joy, in this world, no one welcomes him, no one will help him, everything is strange, cold, deadly, for more than half a year, the brim of his hat has been pressed to the lowest, the number of times he talks to people is only a handful, and the most intersection with himself is chase and bullets.

It was only at this moment that he finally found a familiar feeling.

The fingertips that have been lost for a long time and have been forgotten by themselves are slightly hot, and they are so throbbing.

He smiled.

His smile grew clear under the brim of his hat amid the never-ending shouts around him, and people saw his smile, but it was natural to attribute it to a smile of victory.

A human who kills a mutated creature is certainly worth laughing at, laughing wildly, whether it is the release of desire for the people in the stands, or the excitement in his own heart, or the money that this performance brought him, it is worth laughing out loud.

No one knows what his real smile comes from, but it doesn't matter.

"Hehe————"

"Hahahaha————"

Sherlock laughed, and from the bottom of his heart, he leaned down and pressed his hand into the blood on the ground, feeling the heat of his entire palm, he felt the heat run down his pores and into his skin, and then swim among the nerves and muscle fibers, his cold body followed by the heat, and the dark wounds that had accumulated in his body for months began to show signs of healing, the cracks between the bones, the scars hidden under the thick trench coat began to itch, which was a sign before the body began to recover.

Finally, finally, Sherlock touched a glimmer of hope to live.

Lilith's fingertips were also scorching.

The hot water in the pot is bubbling and bubbling, in the past six months, she has been mainly responsible for the pursuit of the rebels, and the Human Survivors Alliance has given her a high level of authority, but until now, she still hasn't caught that guy.

But even so, the alliance government still did not show any dissatisfaction with this woman, and even her authority was raised more and more, the reason is that there is really no one who can do this job except her, and the research work on the contractor in another world, as well as the research on mutant creatures, has always been controlled by Lilith, and this woman's status in the scientific research community in this world seems to be the same as that of Charles in Sherlock's former world. Like Professor Darwin, it was difficult to find a replacement.

Half a month ago, the army rushed into the city, staged a fire chase on the residential streets, although most of the people have taken this small farce as an after-dinner conversation, but the damaged roads, the collapse of buildings, the living facilities were bombed into the sky, this kind of thing can not be ignored after all, a few streets away, the government sent over the maintenance team is working intensively, for the people damage subsidies are also issued at the first time.

Lilith poured herself a cup of tea, thinking that she had been close to the rebel not long ago, but that guy was really like an unbeatable cockroach that could get out of that situation.

Under the scarlet sky, where did he hide, could it be that this guy died in the corner of a garbage dump somewhere because he was too badly injured, and his body was eaten by rats beyond recognition?

Thinking of this, Lilith shook the teacup, and the heat between her palms reminded herself that it was not worrying about the tragic fate of the traitor, but only because if the body really fed the rats, it would be an unacceptable loss to her own research.

"Report, nothing useful was found, the guy was very cautious, no luggage, no daily necessities, even the only clothes used to change were washed as new, and no clues could be found from above."

A heavily armed soldier walked up to Lilith and saluted respectfully.

Lilith nodded, and put the teacup on the table, she had actually thought that this would be the result, that traitor was very cautious, he would never leave anything against him, and at the same time, he would leave a way out for himself in any situation.

In fact, she came to this detective agency just to try her luck, in case the other party has something that has not had time to clean up, such as a bus ticket, at least she can know the places he often goes to during this time, such as the shopping list, at least she can know whether he has been secretly making some lethal weapons in the past few months.

But as a result, there was nothing but some leaflets.

In the hall, Miller stood in front of Melissa's sister, looking at the soldiers coming and going in front of him, his flesh trembled a little, but this little fat man who was usually pinched by Melissa was still standing bravely in front of his sister at this moment, as if he felt that by himself, he could isolate those dangerous soldiers from the blind girl behind him.

Melissa's face was pale, she would not dare to speak as loudly as she usually did, and she was nervously holding her brother's hand, but the two of them couldn't give each other a little warmth, because their hands were just as cold.

Not long ago, during the military siege of the museum in this neighborhood, the blind girl faintly sensed that something was wrong, and in the subsequent chase and shootout, her perception became more and more intense, although she had no way to understand why these cold-blooded soldiers walked into their neighborhood, and walked into their own detective agency, but blind people always have a natural sixth sense.

She was now sure that it all had something to do with the employee she had hired.

The sound of a chair sliding on the ground was heard, followed by the footsteps of heels gently tapping on the ground.

She knew that a woman was coming towards her, but she couldn't see it, and could only feel from her brother's increasingly clenched hand that the woman seemed to be able to bring some kind of oppressive force to people.

"Hello, Miss Melissa, you can call me Lilith."

The woman's voice was very soft and very good, and she must have looked very beautiful, but she had never introduced herself, but the other party said her name accurately, which made her heart very frightened.

And the name "Lilith" seems to have been heard somewhere.

Seeing that the blind girl did not respond, a soldier on the side walked over and reminded him as politely as possible: "This is the chief scientific research leader of the Survivors Alliance, the government senator, Your Excellency Lilith." ”

Hearing this, Melissa was finally startled, staring stiffly at her unfocused eyes, and couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.

She finally remembered the name, which always appeared at the forefront of the most important official reports, as it seemed to be the case with synthetic food, anti-radiation potions, improvements to special medical facilities, and cutting-edge research on mutated creatures.

Even the drugs that his younger brother Miller has been taking all these years, and even the radiation stripping of the stomach that he will have tomorrow, have been developed and popularized by this Lord Lilith.

It's just that she never thought that she would be able to meet this honorable Excellency one day, and she never imagined that the other party's voice sounded like she was only in her thirties.

"Hello, Your Excellency." As a pauper, at this moment, she subconsciously didn't even dare to call the other party's name.

Lilith didn't care about these details, but said gently, "Can you tell me about your employee?" ”

"You mean Hopkins?"

"Well, I'm sorry for you." Lilith said as she watched Miller stand cautiously in front of the girl, smiled, and pulled out a piece of chocolate from her pocket, which she often used to replenish her sugar intake during her long workdays.

However, Miller did not reach out to pick it up, and instinctively resisted those who broke into his house with a group of soldiers.

In the following period of time, after obtaining Melissa's permission, Lilith visited this not small, but very deserted detective agency, looking at the thank-you letters about old Miller posted on the wall, and the sofa where Sherlock usually sleeps, during the whole process, she did not speak, just watched so quietly.

And in the end, she finally whispered to the pair of siblings by the wall: "I think by now, you should already know that the detective you hired for half a year is actually the traitor that the government has been looking for." ”

Whether it was Melissa or Miller, at this moment, their bodies trembled violently.

"But I want you to tell me for yourself that you never thought of that."

Lilith's words were light, but just like the harsh winter ice and snow that had long disappeared into history, they instantly poured into the whole body of the ordinary siblings in front of them.

Melissa didn't know that her employee was a traitor.

Does she really not know?

In fact, she herself does not know very well, she is just a small citizen, of course she has the hatred of being a miserable race of human beings, she hates anything that comes from the other side of the rift in time and space, at least in all the books, education, TV channels, and the shouts of flags on the streets, this disgust is natural and inevitable.

But at the same time, she is also a 20-year-old woman with no ability to resist and a disabled person who is about to face surgery.

In the past six months, of course, she has also thought about why her employee is so eccentric, why he is willing to take the meager salary and do work that is not his job, as if he just wants a place to live.

But whenever Miller ate his own cooking, tried to escape the cleaning she had arranged with him, secretly went out to buy ice cream, and so on, she told herself that there was nothing to do with that person and the traitor.

Miller seemed to be on good terms with the guy, and there was no way he could risk himself to puncture a window paper that might have possibly brought danger to him.

This is a unique mentality of small citizens, which may be regarded as self-deception, just like when facing criminals who block the road and rob them, most people will take out the money in their pockets and hand it to the other party, instead of thinking about snatching the knife and killing each other, even if the other party is burdened with a high bounty.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I really don't know, I'm blind." Lilith timidly explained.

She felt that she should not have shown the momentary hesitation in her heart, and of course she couldn't see it, Lilith looked at her, and the corners of her mouth flashed with a faint helplessness.

"You guys seem to be getting along pretty well." Lilith said as she flipped through the leaflets on the table that hadn't been sent out yet.

"The traitor may be pretending, I'm just a woman with little knowledge, I didn't see through him, and I feel very sorry for it."

Melissa said, clutching her brother's hand tightly, expecting him not to talk nonsense.

"Uncle Hopkins. Not a bad guy."

A nine-year-old child, Miller's brain is really not very bright, he has not been infected by the racial hatred in the books too thoroughly, so subconsciously, he can't connect the uncle who has lived with him for half a year and the heinous bad guy on the propaganda poster.

Before she could finish speaking, Melissa took her brother in her arms, and she almost fell out of her wheelchair because of the movement.

"He's just a kid and the rebels will brainwash him a bit. Miller isn't very smart, you should be able to tell. ”

Melissa's voice trembled, harboring a traitorous crime, a crime that no one could afford.

"Don't worry, I wasn't really smart when I was a kid." Lilith said lightly, looking at the chubby child who was scared by her sister, and smiled as gently as she could.

Then he turned around and whispered to an accompanying clerk behind him: "I have read the information of this child, although the medical brochure says that the radiation stripping operation is performed at about 10 years old, but in fact, the sooner the better." ”

The clerk, of course, understood what Miss Lilith meant, and nodded without any doubt.

The cost of Miller's surgery was nothing to Lilith, of course, but no one could figure out why she would help the siblings.

It is estimated that even after Sherlock found out, he would have to think about it in his head for a long time before he could barely guess this wonderful psychology.

Of course, he certainly didn't have the time to guess Lilith's brain circuits right now, and he was sitting motionless in a quiet lounge with his eyes closed.

The injuries on his body are slowly healing in a state that modern medicine cannot explain, the cracks in the bones are disappearing little by little, and the scars on the skin are gradually receding, but the face is still pale.

Maybe it's because this kind of body repair needs nutrients, so he's a little hungry.

Together with the sleeves in the room, the tiny tentacles that were entrenched were a little unhappy to writhe back and forth

(End of chapter)