"Mr. Sherlock!"

The old housekeeper behind him finally couldn't help but feel a little nervous: "My words may be a bit disrespectful, but if you have given up on this case, please tell us. It is a very cruel thing to inject hope into despair!"

His voice was trembling. It was probably for so many years that he had never spoken to anyone so loudly.

Catherine's chest was undulating, and she tried hard to suppress her increasingly heavy breathing, while throwing an almost begging look at Sherlock.

Until now, she still believed in the man in front of her, but at the same time, she was really desperate. These two mentalities collided wildly in her mind, torturing her in great pain.

But Sherlock could only return with a most sincere and absolutely confident smile, because he could not explain what he would do, and would he say he wanted to have a sleep so that he could communicate with a sun.

then

He walked into his room.

A light "click" sound was the sound of the door being locked, and it fell into Catherine's ears, but subconsciously shivered.

The old housekeeper behind him seemed really angry. He walked forward with anger a few steps, as if he wanted to go upstairs to argue with the bastard detective!

but

"Don't go." Catherine said.

"Why?" There was a hint of lament in the old housekeeper's eyes, and he looked at his lady with great concern.

"He said just now, don't bother him."

"Miss! Why do you still trust this person?!"

"I don't know, but don't bother him!"

Catherine said, she could not give any explanation to the housekeeper, and she could not refute the other party. Her tone was already trembling, and she was exerting force all over. She was just standing, but she seemed to be stubbornly holding on to something.

She could only walk slowly back to the dining table and look at the things that were still emitting warm breath in front of her.

Her eyes were nervous, lonely, and sad, but in the extremely complex emotions, there was still a trace of stubbornness supporting her. Even if she sat like this all night, she would wait until the door was opened again.

Sherlock closed the door and sat on the sofa.

Without any effort, I entered my dream.

Since he moved the chair over, he could already wake up in the room, stand up, and push open the door of the room that was as broken as a fire in the surroundings under a burning temperature.

In front of me is a villa scene with a strong hell style, mottled walls, decaying stairs, those hanging paintings that will break when touched and cannot see clearly what is painted on it. Everything is like being destroyed in the wind and sand for thousands of years.

Sherlock is very familiar with this feeling, and it feels quite comfortable standing in his own field.

Today he went to the warehouse where the [Soul Vision Device] was stored. In addition to confirming its location for positioning, there was another important reason, which was that he had to see if the realm in hell had expanded there.

After seeing the colorful traces, Sherlock felt relieved.

Oh, the reason he wanted to see in the real world, not in the hell plane, was because his ashes carriage was not here, and was still on the way from London to here.

He can't run to the warehouse with his legs dry, right?

Next, Sherlock walked out of the villa and came to the deserted yard outside. Some tentacles spread over and gently entrenched at his feet. Sherlock ignored them, knowing that these little guys had nothing to do, just wanting to make do with him.

Then, he raised his head and began to look at the sun in the sky.

Surrounded by those huge celestial body-like touching limbs, the twisted sun closed his eyes tightly and did not open it to look at Sherlock, but it didn't matter. As soon as his thoughts moved, a tentacle fell directly from the sky.

Then he stretched out his hand and touched it gently, and the tentacle slowly curled over.

The next second, the reverse weightlessness that made people's hearts suddenly came. Sherlock could not adapt to this feeling for many times. In short, when he recovered, he had already floated in the empty universe.

Looking at the corrupt planet in front of me again, it was still so shocking, as if it was begging hard, maybe it wanted to pray for relief, or simply die completely to free itself from the current pain.

However, Sherlock still doesn't understand, and even if he understands it, he can't do it.

So he turned his attention to the Academy of Life Sciences. A spot of paper on the planet was as big as paper, and Sherlock quickly found the location of the warehouse through his perception of the field and the path he walked in the morning.

Immediately afterwards

A huge tentacle that exceeds the scope of vision can reach towards the corrupt planet in front of you.

Sherlock was very familiar with this scene. After his first experience, he would never forget it for life. He even recalled it if he had nothing to do. At this time, everything was almost the same as the last time, but it still gave him an unspeakable shock.

Soon, as the huge tentacles as celestial bodies retracted, the [soul detection device] was dragged over and followed Sherlock to float silently in the universe, looking inexplicably absurd.

Sherlock looked at the precise instrument and nodded with satisfaction.

As he emphasized before, it is not difficult to protect this machine at all.

The hard thing is to make others believe this.

Half an hour later, the real world.

A steam locomotive stopped in front of the gate of Warehouse No. 77, and then a team of members of the blasting team hurriedly got out and quickly entered the building in front of them.

On the fourth floor, the captain in charge of security measures had been waiting for a long time. Seeing that the person in charge of blasting finally came, he quickly came forward, saluted each other, and then pointed to a door at the end of the corridor:

"The thing is inside, and the task that needs to be handed over is very simple. It is to completely destroy the target device. Please be sure to destroy it thoroughly and not leave any complete parts."

In fact, finding a professional blasting team to come over is not just about being in accordance with the process, but also about destroying such precise instruments, just simply firing with a pistol or hanging a few grenades. I’m a little worried. After all, this is a life science park. Who knows what bad things can be made after these scientific researchers pick up a small broken part?

The person in charge of the blasting team seemed to understand this truth and nodded.

Their team knows nothing, and the only professional one is to fry things.

Whether it is to explode bridges, mountains, or fish, you can do it with it.

So he smiled and said, "Don't worry, the hot melt bomb, developed by the Imperial Academy of Sciences last year. After 10 minutes, the things inside will turn into a pile of melted metal, which is definitely more effective than bullets or grenades, and will not cause any damage to the building itself. At most, it is to re-lay the floor. We are professional."

He said with great confidence, and then walked side by side with the captain towards the warehouse gate.

Next to the gate, the vice president of the Academy of Life Sciences was also there. For some reason, he had to see this machine mechanized into a push of scrap iron, otherwise he would not be able to sleep well.

So in this way, three people stood in front of the door, accompanied by a huge rumbling roar.

The warehouse door is open to both sides

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Chapter completed!