The emotion of paranoia is absurd and incomprehensible, but it carries a subtle sense of romance.

For the sake of his ideals, he would rather break his bones than give up.

Willing to make up countless lies for the sake of promises.

For love, I am willing to pay a price that I don't have to pay.

For the sake of money, for power, for the sake of face, paranoid people have thousands of insistences.

But for the sake of one sentence, the entire human society has been turned into a miasma and precarious, and this paranoia has almost gone crazy.

So Sherlock's paranoia is just that?

Has he really become a madman?

No one cares about this kind of thing, maybe the ubiquitous Light will think about it, but at this moment, the train has entered the endless wasteland, and the radius of hundreds of kilometers is completely blocked, and it cannot reconnect with Sherlock to discuss paranoia or madness.

Thundered.

Thundered!!!

The train sped away, rolling up the coarse sand of gravel on the edge of the tracks. The night had reached the darkest time of the day, Sherlock touched the window with his hand, wiped the slimy blood on it, through the reddish glass, he saw the wilderness, the secluded valley in the distance, like a bloody beast crawling in the night, there was no crimson chatter in his ears, but he could clearly feel that countless military weapons were shrinking in his direction, and countless gun muzzles were aimed at the two trains.

It seems that he has entered the heart of the encirclement.

Sherlock tidied up his torn trench coat and waited for it to begin.

And in the next second!

A loud bang came suddenly, followed by a violent shaking from the other end of the train car, the high-speed 100-ton steel locomotive exploded at this moment, setting off a soaring flame in the night, the rear carriages with terrifying inertia crashed together one after another, the hard body was brutally compressed by the laws of physics, squeezed flat, ejected rails, frantically rolled on the field, hit the gravel, crushed it or was directly knocked high, some are more like an invisible hand, Twisted the long steel serpent into a twisted ball.

The aging judge seemed to be adept at unleashing the bait and then cornering his target.

The previous airship was this kind of operation, and the current train is also this kind of operation, although it is a bit old-fashioned and a little repetitive, but I have to say that if it were an ordinary person, it would have been blown into a sky of debris in this kind of dead land, stirred into a meat slurry in steel fragments.

Sherlock was certainly no ordinary man, and no one expected a train to derail to kill him.

So, in the firelight of the in-line, a dark but small figure dusted off the dust and iron filings on his clothes, and behind him was the head of the train that had just stopped rolling, and the raging flames reflected everything around him bewitching and distorted, and the same distorted figure took out a cigarette, approached the crazy licking and dancing flames beside him, ———— a sound, and then took it into his mouth and took a beautiful breath.

Farther away, on the other side of the valley, an even louder roar had been heard, and the contractor had already summoned a large number of demons in advance, and above the sky, several missiles that crossed the night sky made a piercing sound, and the militarized chariot revealed its body, following the hordes of demons to rush down the valley, covering the sky and in all directions.

Such a formation should have appeared in the Ledeck Strait, and it should have appeared on the way of the expedition, but at this moment, it actually appeared in the hinterland of the empire, and it was only a thin figure standing in front of the fire.

Sherlock cracked his mouth and smiled happily, his mind still free from the wanton exuberance that no one could understand.

It's just that once again, I realized that the world was ridiculous long before I went crazy.

……

Academy of Life Sciences, the Empire's most specialized institution engaged in the study of demons.

In a way, it can even be said to be the only institution.

Massive iron doors spewed out large sums of hydraulic gas, then opened to the sides, and a woman named Catherine walked through the closed corridors with a determined and fast step.

During this period, some security personnel stepped forward to ask, but they were forced to retreat by that terrifying aura, and no one dared to ask her why she came here, because she has the identity of the supreme manager of the Academy of Life Sciences, and is the main person in charge of the production and research and development of the front-line soul visual device, and now the number one person in the Academy of Sciences and even the empire cannot be ignored, and most importantly, she is the daughter of the previous dean, and has the support of the older generation of scientific research members behind her.

All kinds of identities are superimposed, so that she can be unhindered in the realm of the Life Science Institute for a long time.

But in the end, she was stopped in front of an iron gate.

"Ma'am, there is a military garrison ahead, and we can't move forward." A soldier suddenly approached, holding a spear in his chest, and stopped Catherine.

The Institute of Life Sciences has the right to absolute independent research and development and internal autonomy, and it is difficult to meet military people here in normal times, so Catherine looked at the soldier and frowned slightly.

She knew why there were soldiers here, she knew what was behind the iron door in front of her, and she knew that if she walked through this door today, she might become an accomplice to the Empire's wanted criminals.

But she almost didn't think about it, and slapped on the explosion-proof helmet of the opposing soldier, only to hear a muffled sound, the person was directly pulled by the head and smashed to the ground, hit the floor hard, and even smashed a crack in the ground, and fainted directly.

There were several other guards around who were stunned at this moment.

They didn't understand why a scientific researcher of the Academy of Sciences would suddenly do something to a soldier, and they didn't understand why this woman would be so powerful and instantly solve her companions.

Of course, they didn't know that this woman was actually a deacon of the Adjudication Division four years ago, and she was a serious second-order contractor, which was more than enough to deal with a few soldiers.

They didn't know, or very few people in the entire empire knew about it, and even Catherine herself didn't know that she and Sherlock should have more than a simple employment relationship.

A few seconds later, all eight gunmen in front of the steel gate were lying on the ground, and they didn't even open the safety bolts of their guns.

Looking at the iron door in front of her again, Catherine knew that there was a large demon in the process of studying.

It was the most elite, the most human-controllable, and the most human-like perfect demon that her father had selected from all the demons that existed in the empire.

And after that, this strongest demon, defined by the pioneers of Imperial demonology, was replaced by Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes is in control, and instead of knowing how much right and wrong he has experienced, he is now imprisoned by the Empire again.

In the past few years, Catherine didn't want to think about it, she didn't even know why she came here at this time, but a few days ago, when she passed by the [Erin's Tavern] that she walked with Sherlock, a woman wearing a big hood and holding a long cigarette stood at the mouth of the alley, looking at herself from a distance.

After that, he was invited into the tavern, and in a private room, he met several people, all of whom had a ridiculous-sounding goal.

"Sherlock is in danger right now, we need to help him."

Catherine felt that this kind of thing would find her, it was really a little unreasonable, Sherlock was a wanted criminal in the Empire, and she didn't have much intersection with him himself, why would she ask herself for help?

So, when Catherine walked to the door and pressed the button to open the door, she still didn't understand why she would agree to this.

The iron door opened to both sides, and there was no need to walk in, only from the gradually opening door, you could see the huge underground laboratory, the red and white body was suspended in the air, and countless tubes were inserted into the demon's body, because of the long experiment, some of the muscles on its body had withered, and even some places were cut into huge wounds, and the exoskeleton on the chest was lifted, and the muscles were cut off in large pieces.

Even if the other party was a demon, this tragic situation still made Catherine's mind sink.

Sherlock is dangerous right now and he needs this demon.

Five minutes later, most of the experimenters were dismissed, leaving only a few veteran staff members in front of the console, fiddling with something.

These people didn't say anything from beginning to end, as if they were engaged in something in their lives, just constantly researching, working, they were not good at expression, they were just good at doing things, so they silently put down the huge demon, removed the tube from its body, removed the restraint tools around it, and finally controlled the take-off and landing plane to put it into a demon transporter.

During this time, Catherine was surprised, she did not understand why these researchers seemed to know what they wanted to do, and they did not know why they wanted to help her.

Of course, she didn't ask, just watched in silence after these people had done everything.

She bowed solemnly to these people, "Thank you." ”、

An elderly professor smiled, and the wrinkles on his face stretched: "Thank you, when I was a child, I hugged you." ”

This sentence made Catherine seem to understand something, as if she saw the shadow of her father in these old people who had no children and no daughters and dedicated their lives to the cause of scientific research.

But she didn't have time to think about anything, jumped into the demon transporter, drove out of the lab, and sped through the underground tunnels.

In an abandoned building complex on the edge of the Life Science Academy, the demon transport vehicle was parked on the side of the road, and she was not hindered along the way, I don't know if people didn't expect that someone would kidnap a demon inside the Life Science Academy, or because of the methods of some people, the military forces were separated.

It doesn't matter, her mission is done.

And here she saw the woman again, the beautiful face she had seen only in the newspapers, and she had to say that she was a little speechless with shock when she saw Miss Nightingale in Erin's Bar a few days ago.

Even if she has read more reports about the boiling scandal back then, she still can't believe that the great Miss Nightingale really has an ambiguous relationship with Sherlock.

Now is not the time to think about these children's affections.

Anyway, she stood far away, looking at the man named John. Watson's man struggled to drag Nightingale to the top of the demon transporter and opened the small window at the top of the container.

Nightingale took a deep breath and slipped her hand into the cold repair solution.

One second. Two seconds

Suddenly, in the pale green liquid, the incomparably miserable huge body that had been destroyed by the experiment suddenly trembled, and a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly opened!

(End of chapter)