Thirty million demons, this is definitely not a small number, even for the Survivor Alliance, which has a huge number, it still can't be done in a short period of time.

"Don't be so embarrassed, I don't have a set time, half a year, a year, or even three or five years, I can wait forever." Sherlock fiddled with a detached cotton thread on the corner of his coat and said unhurriedly.

Lilith looked at him resentfully, as if she was a little angry: "Three years and five years? Do you know how much pressure your existence has put on us, do you want us to send an army to guard you for three or five years? ”

"I didn't let you stare at me, I said it, as long as you don't have to call me in the face with airplanes and cannons, I won't fill in the mess for you."

Lilith spread her hands: "You can't make the government believe your verbal promises, in fact, people like you, no matter what promises you make, the government won't believe them all." ”

"Then speed up the progress, in a year, 30 million demons, you should be able to do it if you work hard." Sherlock threw the cigarette butt to the ground, "Honestly, you're a lot more boring here than our world. There are no criminals, there are few homicides, and I finally died a person, and I still can't stand the radiation sickness and commit suicide, if I really stay in your world for three or five years, then I may be the first person who can't stand it. ”

It's been about five months since Sherlock crossed the gates of hell again, and in that time he's struck a seemingly unbalanced deal with the government.

He said that with more than 30 million demons, he could get back the artificial celestial control device that was lost centuries ago, carrying countless experimental data.

And what the government has to do is to let him survive in this world.

There is undoubtedly a huge gap between the celestial body operation device and a person's peaceful life, not to mention a peaceful life, if someone can really snatch back the celestial body operation device, the government is even willing to erect a statue for this person, build an altar, and the money and beauty are at their disposal, and even willing to hang his photo on the building of the survivor government.

But what makes the government a little depressed is that this man who longs for a peaceful life is a defector, a terrifying figure who can survive and return to the rift in time and space after being pursued by the army.

This is very difficult to do, after all, no one can guarantee that this guy will not one day suddenly tear down the city on a whim.

That's when it happened

"Suzu ~ Suzu ~ Suzu ~"

Sherlock's cell phone rang.

Forehead. That's right, Sherlock didn't know how long he was going to stay in this world, so he naturally had a mobile phone, and after picking up the phone, he first lazily responded a few times, and then suddenly opened his eyes that had been listless.

"The door is closed?"

"There's a statue in there?"

He asked a few questions that Lilith didn't understand from the person on the other side of the phone, and then said with more interest, "Okay, I'll go over now." ”

Immediately after, he hung up the phone.

"What, there's an event that interests you?" Lilith asked.

"Well, that sounds interesting." Sherlock said, and got up: "Then I'll go over, and contact me again if I have something." ”

With that, he wrapped his trench coat tightly and disappeared to the other end of the square.

Lilith looked at Sherlock's back, and seemed to feel a slight relief from the surrounding surveillance team, of course, Sherlock's watch is also equipped with a remote positioning device, which can check his location at any time, whether it is destruction or removal, it will immediately sound an alarm, for this terrible guy, no one dares to take it lightly.

But Sherlock seemed to be unconcerned about the government's cautious attitude, and after negotiating with the government, he rented a storefront on a small street by himself, opened a detective agency very casually, and then stayed bored for almost half a year.

During this time, in addition to hanging out, reading newspapers and watching TV every day, he ate and slept every day, just like an ordinary citizen who did not have much enthusiasm for life. And those cases that need to get out of the detective agency, as long as he thinks it's not interesting, he will ignore it.

It can be seen that he opened this detective agency, but he is more suitable for this kind of work, but he will only pay attention to some interesting cases, and the rest will ignore it.

This kind of life, for people like Sherlock, is indeed a bit boring.

On a small street in the city, which was not too remote, Sherlock stepped out of the taxi, and from a long distance he saw a woman standing in front of his detective agency, looking a little gloomy.

In the past few months, as long as Sherlock is unwilling to stay in the detective agency, he will simply close the door and leave, and then leave a string of phone numbers on the door, and if a client asks him, he can call directly.

But as Lilith knew, most of the calls were just a superficial inquiry, and he hung up very boringly.

For him, now that he has no scruples about living expenses, he doesn't have the heart to listen to boring cases anymore, in fact, in the past few months, he has only except three or four cases.

And the case in today's client's mouth seems to have a little meaning.

A man in a room without any exit, a fire burns himself to charcoal.

The person who reported the case was the mother of the deceased.

The street outside the car window was receding at a constant speed, Sherlock was sitting in the back seat, and the deceased's mother was driving, and they were now on their way to the scene of the crime, and the whole time there was an extraordinary silence.

Because it was a suicide case, the police only made a record over the phone, and did not even do an on-site investigation, because they had no spare manpower, and they heard that the body would not be able to be disposed of until tomorrow at the earliest, and they also encouraged the family of the deceased to dispose of the body themselves on the phone.

People in this world have a very strange ability to bear death, such as the client who is driving, her son just died yesterday, but she did not lose the heartbreak of her relatives today, but she was silent and silent, and she could feel a sadness, but it did not delay the mother's life.

Maybe her child was just a baby from the embryo factory, or maybe people were ready to die of radiation sickness at any time when they were conscious, in short, although there were not many homicides in this world, the death rate was much higher than Sherlock's world.

Suicide is also one of the most common behaviors.

Soon, the client took Sherlock to the scene of the crime.

It's a very common residential building, with a total of 60 floors, and no less than 5,000 families living in it, and the intricate structure of the building reminds Sherlock of a beehive, which can cause a phobia of density if you look at it from a distance.

I took the elevator to the 41st floor, and passed through many narrow corridors and corridors.

Finally, a burnt smell reached Sherlock's nostrils.

After a few more walks, a blackened wall came into view.

It was a warehouse, a very old kind of civilian warehouse, it was a boxy space, there were no windows, of course, there were no chimneys or sewers, and all the entrances and exits needed to pass through an iron door, the iron door was a person high, and there was a small window 10 centimeters wide, blocked by iron bars, and you could see the scene inside the warehouse.

And here, where the dead were burned yesterday, flames rushed out of the small window in the door, blackening the wall across the corridor.

Because it was night, no one passed by in the corridor, and the sprinkler on the top of this old-fashioned residential building had long been broken, and it is not known whether the dead in the warehouse screamed when they were burned, anyway, the fire burned for more than an hour, and no one found it.

Fortunately, this warehouse was tightly sealed, and there were very few things in it, and when it was all burned out, the fire was naturally extinguished, and there was no spread.

It sounds like a very simple suicide.

But what intrigued Sherlock was that the door to the warehouse opened inside.

But at this moment, a one-man tall statue was standing tightly behind the door, standing in the warehouse, and Sherlock tried to push the door inside, but found that he could only push open a gap of about a centimeter, and he could no longer push it.

Of course, the push mentioned here is just that ordinary people can't push, if he uses a little strength, he can buckle the nearby front wall for you.

But there is no contractor in this world, and it is certainly impossible for the deceased to move such a large statue.

So. How the hell did this thing end up behind the door?

(End of chapter)