Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 382 Click~

In fact, there is nothing worth paying attention to. It is normal for the servants of God to want to eat green beans.

During the transportation process, a soldier lost his arm due to a sudden attack by a demon. It is precisely because of this that the fresh ingredients brought back are scattered on the road.

Then of course you have to send someone back to get it.

The servants of God are still waiting.

A scout named Victor stood in front of the ascetic and nodded. He was a member of the three-person team that had just returned. A few hours ago, he saw his comrade blocking a fire with his arm. If the demon's large, bloody mouth hadn't been blocked, those sharp teeth would have pierced his neck.

Well, there is nothing to worry about. The most important thing now is to find a few more soldiers and return to the base. As I said just now, the servants of God are still waiting.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the side. He turned his head following the sound and saw Sherlock.

They were the first two people to get to know each other in this war zone. When they were still on the airship, Victor once wanted to brag to each other that Miss Nightingale had glanced at him several times at the reception, but he later discovered , in fact, what the girl was looking at at that time should be Sherlock.

It's a bit embarrassing, but after getting along with each other for this period of time, no one will care about these embarrassing things.

Seeing Sherlock walking towards him, Victor subconsciously thought that he was here to comfort him, so he smiled bitterly and was about to say something. However, he suddenly discovered that Sherlock's eyes did not seem to be on him, but looked over his shoulder at the ascetic behind him.

Although Sherlock has done many extraordinary things, he is just the most ordinary citizen of the empire. He is not from a noble family, nor does he have a wealthy family. He doesn't even know what his parents do, so he can only scratch his head. The criminals could barely survive in exchange for some bounty; and the ascetic in front of him, although in ragged clothes, could always look down on everyone in front of him with an extremely arrogant attitude.

The bright clothes may be just to cover up stupidity and ignorance. Wearing simple linen clothes is naturally not really humble. The servants of the gods serve the Holy Light, and these ascetics serve the servants of the gods. So from the identity point of view, Shylock and the other party There is no comparison.

This resulted in the ascetic not even looking at Sherlock. He didn't care who he was, what he was doing, and why he was staring at him. Until Sherlock walked past Victor with a calm expression, it didn't matter. He walked up to him slowly and seemed to have finally noticed the man in front of him. He was about to speak and ask what happened.

And the next second.

boom! A muffled sound.

The sound came so suddenly, like the sound of a solid iron ball falling from a high altitude and hitting the thick snow. There was no crispness at all, only a dull and heart-stopping sound that shocked everyone at the same time. There was a roar in the ears, and countless eyes looked over at this moment, and then the buzzing in the ears became louder and louder, more and more intrusive, and finally the whole person was shaken.

Because they saw the ascetic being slapped and flew out.

It can't even be said to be a slap, because Sherlock straightened his arm and hit half of the ascetic's head diagonally. The huge force slapped his whole body to the ground in an inclined direction. , and then was bounced up by the rebound, flying backwards far away. After landing, it was still rolling with the inertia, until it hit a parked armored transport vehicle in the distance, and then finally stopped.

This is thanks to the fact that this servant of God has the physical strength of a first-level or even second-level contractor. Otherwise, his head would probably be smashed to pieces now. But even so, half of his face is still collapsed. From a rough look, At the very least, it would end with a broken skull.

No one could imagine why such a scene happened suddenly. Investigator Victor, who was closest to Sherlock, stood still, looking at the ascetic who was standing in front of him a second ago. Now He lay paralyzed in the distance with his skin and bones cracked, his whole body trembled, and he gave up thinking completely.

However, under such a scene, Sherlock kept his expression calm, just lowered his head and looked at his hands with some doubts.

Well, he actually didn't expect that his strength had reached this level. He had been fighting demons during this period and hadn't beaten anyone for a long time, which led to a miscalculation of his strength.

But it didn't matter. He turned his head and looked in Nightingale's direction. The two looked at each other. Sherlock made an apologetic gesture to him, as if he wanted to express, "I've caused you trouble." 'the meaning of.

Nightingale didn't know how she understood it. Anyway, she immediately understood that Sherlock was saying: 'That guy is not dead, please go and save him later.'

So, she nodded naturally.

Immediately afterwards, he watched Sherlock walk towards the barracks where the servants of God were not far away. Without asking for permission, he opened the curtain and walked in.

Nightingale was a relatively traditional woman. She would be shocked and frightened after seeing such a scene, but for some reason, she could naturally accept what Shylock did, even in the After meeting each other's eyes, he quickly calmed down.

But just because she could accept it, it didn't mean that others could accept it. After a brief silence, the entire convoy fell into absolute panic!

That ascetic is a servant of God!

What an identity that is! !

And these servants of God just wanted to eat some fresh food, but a soldier lost an arm on the way back, but they were indifferent to the soldier's injury, they just I feel that the fresh ingredients I want to eat are much more important than the stumps or even the life of a frontline soldier, but...

Well, in fact, these soldiers cannot deny that they also have resentment towards those servants of God. In the eyes of the other party, their comrades who have been through life and death are actually worth about the same as cans. However, a large-scale march of tens of thousands of people, due to some bumps, Temperature, a little tired and other reasons to interrupt casually, this is undoubtedly unacceptable to soldiers who have always upheld discipline and iron-bloodedness.

But that was the servant of God after all, the person closest to the Holy Light, the person who brought the Holy Light to this frozen land for the sake of human expedition.

Then how dare you offend? ! ! Not to mention a beating.

Several people with strong receptive abilities finally recovered. They straightened their weak legs and hurriedly ran to the barracks, trying to find the man named Sherlock. These soldiers were very interested in this man without military status. Men have a very high sense of admiration. After all, the strong should be respected, but it is not okay to offend the servants of God.

However, just as these frontline soldiers rushed to the door of the barracks, suddenly, several very old veterans appeared out of nowhere, and with slow and gentle steps, they happened to stop them. In front of these soldiers.

It can be known from the old military jackets on their bodies that these people are all from the elite troops led by Major General Ulysses. Suddenly, the atmosphere in front of the barracks door became very strange.

"What are you doing??" The frontline soldiers were stunned and asked subconsciously.

However, several veterans had cold expressions and ignored each other's panic. They just fiddled with the cigarette boxes in their hands or looked at their cracked fingers from the cold without saying a word, but they didn't want to give up at all. It means open.

Colonel Millsap was far away from this position, but he knew what was going on. His mind was completely confused. After such a long period of contact, he could vaguely feel that Sherlock was a man with some dangerous attributes. , but I would never have imagined that he could actually do such a thing.

Actually, if he knew the things Sherlock had done, he wouldn't be surprised.

In short, when he felt that the development of the matter was no longer under his control, he did what all soldiers would do, which was to quickly report to his superiors. So, he quickly turned around and rushed to his barracks. Pull out the weapon!

At this moment, a hand full of dry and cracked horns slowly pressed on the communicator switch he had just turned on.

Lieutenant Millsap's heart suddenly stopped. He raised his head in shock and looked at Major General Ulysses in front of him. He didn't know if he had just walked in or if he had been waiting here for a long time.

"Chief Officer"

He is the marching leader of this team, and Ulysses is just a security personnel, but he still has to maintain his posture in front of the military rank.

The veteran in front of him seemed so gloomy and silent most of the time, giving people a feeling that strangers should not approach him. After winning the mission not long ago, Millsap felt even more gloomy about him. It reached a point where he had to stay away.

However, at this moment, the gray eyes of the old man in front of him seemed to be particularly peaceful. He just looked at Captain Millsap quietly and asked softly:

"Do you really want to report what happened here to the military commanders?"

The veteran asked a very strange question.

Millsap was startled. He didn't understand why the other party asked this. In this situation, who can suppress it? Of course you have to report it to your superiors.

But

"Think about it, why did my team receive the escort mission? Why do we mix the itinerary of the servants of God with the medical team? Why are you the leader of this team?"

The old major general asked softly, but seeing that the young officer in front of him still looked confused, he gave the answer word for word:

"Because of that guy named Sherlock, because he has a bad temper."

Sherlock has a bad temper. In fact, this statement is not accurate. He is not irritable, nor is he manic. When he even killed the previous emperor, he maintained a rational attitude throughout the whole process. He was just a little crazy.

There is no conflict between rationality and madness. This is what Director Lestrade of Scotland Yard once said about Sherlock, because his actions are not about good or evil, but just about what he thinks or doesn't want.

In the temporary barracks, Sherlock walked in, and then slowly closed the door behind him, blocking out the noise and cold wind outside.

This is the first time he has entered this room specially prepared for the servants of God. Every time he takes a break, it takes a long time to build this barracks. Looking around, there are comfortable steam heaters, soft sofas, divided into There is a separate seating area and even some tea sets.

An ascetic came out. He also heard the noise outside, and now saw another person walking in without permission. His expression showed obvious displeasure, but he still asked:

"What happened outside?"

"Oh, it's nothing. One of your companions was slightly injured."

"Injured?" The ascetic was a little confused. They were all contractors, and their physical fitness would definitely not be such that they would be injured if they fell or rubbed against their skin. Naturally, there would be no demonic attacks in this team. So this person couldn't help but asked in confusion: "How did you get hurt?"

"I did it." Sherlock said lightly.

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There was a moment of silence.

Seeing the ascetic in front of him standing there stupidly, Sherlock smiled and comforted him: "Don't worry, I'm not dead yet. I want to see the servants of God, can you be accommodating."

It was also absurd, but the ascetic made people feel very ridiculous, but now Sherlock made people unable to laugh at all. He walked into the barracks so naturally, and politely wanted to see him. When he saw the servant of God, there was even a certain apology in his tone. However, his whole person exuded an extremely strange sense of oppression, which made the ascetic in front of him feel that his breathing was not smooth.

"You are not qualified to see the Servant of God."

Sometimes the power of piety is quite effective. The ascetic quickly suppressed the fear in his heart. He didn't know what the man in front of him wanted to do, but no matter what, he felt that the man would never dare to do it in front of the servant of God. presumptuous.

In fact, the seven servants of God behind him on the other side of the partition door also thought the same way. Anyone with normal sense would think the same way.

Sudden

“Ahhhhh——————”

A shrill but extremely short-lived scream suddenly appeared, then stopped abruptly, and was replaced by a crisp sound of 'click'.

Click it~ click it~ click it~

Several heart-stopping sounds in succession, which were the sounds of bones breaking, came through the crack in the door and fell into the ears of the servants of God behind the partition door. No one knew what happened on the other end. In short, they also No sound was heard from the ascetic anymore, only the sound of footsteps walking over slowly.

squeak

The seven servants of God watched as the door handle in front of them turned.

Then the door was slowly pushed open.