Chapter 2 Time waits for no one

Author: Magic Melon

Chapter 2 Time waits for no one

After the door to hell was opened, few humans showed the attribute of "unity". There was no distinction between countries in the world and it was called an empire.

London is one of the few cities that still retain its original name.

Of course, it also retains the gray tone that will never fade away all day.

noon

There is almost never a saying of "bright sun".

The entire city's underground has been hollowed out to build huge steam pipes and furnaces. A group of respectable mechanical madmen dug through the Thames River, and continuously introduce the river water into the depths of the ground, and then cook and burn it day and night. Every day, thousands of tons of water vapor are discharged into the sky and then turned into acidic rain.

In the words of those old guys named "scientists", this is considered recycling, so you never have to worry about the day when steam cannot be burned.

Of course, they didn't mention a word about the fewer and fewer trees.

However, citizens don’t care about this. They only know that this is London, with the largest and most advanced steam furnace in the world. The entire city is wrapped in mechanical pipes. Steam is productivity, which is undoubtedly a kind of pride.

It would be even better if the air could be fresher.

At this time, Sherlock was walking through the mechanical capital; he was riding a cheap carriage that was parked at once, only five pence per kilometer, and a huge suitcase about a half-person height was placed at his feet, making the already not spacious space even more crowded. The noise outside the car window was noisy, and the roar of factory operations and the sound of church bells in the distance came from time to time.

In fact, sometimes, he really can't understand people's ideas.

For example, even though those mechanical creations are becoming more and more bulky and less efficient, people still have endless confidence in them, believing that "boiling water" can ultimately save the world.

For example, even though I knew that no matter how I called, the road would not be smooth, but almost everyone was urging the car in front of me to leave quickly!

For example, the uncle named Jack knew very well that as a killer, he would definitely not have a good end, but when he wanted to arrest him, he still screamed and slapped his knife and stabbed him.

Sherlock is so poor that he just wants to catch a few murderers and make some money. What is wrong with him?

But Old Jack did not cooperate at all and treated him with such a rough behavior. Sherlock was frightened at that time and subconsciously snatched the knife, then slammed the entire blade and handle into the other party's waist.

Well. Fortunately, humans have two waists, and they can survive if they break one.

At least I can live for a while.

So in order to save time in the police station, Sherlock specially called a carriage, which also prevented the prisoners from losing a lot of blood and shock, or suffering from pain.

He has always been so considerate, even if he treats murderers.

At 2:30 p.m., the carriage stopped at the main entrance of Scotland Yard.

‘Scotland Yard’ is actually the synonym for the London Police Department. As for why it has such a title, Sherlock didn’t know, and he didn’t care. He just walked out of the carriage with the huge suitcase.

When paying, the coachman's eyes inevitably looked at the box again.

Because it was so big, I don’t know what was inside it, it was bulging and the weight almost broke the wooden handle, but the guest in front of me couldn’t see any difficulty.

"Sir.Sir?!"

"Oh!" The coachman recovered: "Sorry, there are 25p total."

Even the cheapest fare was, with the addition of the distance, it turned into a considerable expense. Sherlock took out a few coins and handed them over with him with distress.

"May the Holy Light bless you." The coachman took the money and said habitually.

"The Holy Light has no time to bless me."

Sherlock responded weakly, and then ignored the coachman's surprised expression and walked straight to the police station. The tall and thin back formed an extremely inconsistent picture with the box in his hand. The coachman looked at it in a daze. For a moment, he felt dazzled because he seemed to see something in the box twisting hard.

When I entered the police hall, the noise here was even more hustle and noisy than on the streets. After the second demon invasion, the public security in London was not very good. Homicide, stealing, robbery, and frequent occurrences. It may be that citizens felt that even if they were just obedient, they might one day be bitten to death by the small demons that emerged from the cracks in the void and would simply take revenge and revenge.

"Bastard, get out of here!"

There was a burst of scolding from the crowd, and then a homeless man covered in alcohol rushed out of the crowd. His hands were locked in shackles, which was obviously a crime.

At the same time, this guy must have drunk too much, otherwise he would not have wanted to rush out of the police station with a fat body; sure enough, the next second, a policeman threw him down, and the baton in his hand pierced fiercely into the drunk man's armpit. With a sound of electric current, the prisoner twitched all over, and there was a smell of urine in the air.

This situation is already the norm in Scotland Yard. The police officers around him were completely distracted and took the opportunity to use the baton in his hand to hit the prisoner beside him, signaling to be honest, otherwise they would give you a moment.

"What a fucking bad luck."

The drunken policeman stood up and shook the urine stains on his uniform. Seeing a person dressed in a pretty decent manner standing beside him, he subconsciously complained:

"Sorry, sir, the prisoners recently are not very obedient."

But as soon as he spoke halfway, he was stunned.

Because he saw the other party holding a huge suitcase. He obviously knew the box, because his eyes flashed uncontrollably with a hint of fear, but he still raised his head like a lucky mentality.

As his eyes moved up, he also saw the other person's face and the eyes that seemed to never wake up.

At this moment, the fierce and vicious face of the prisoner just now became very well-behaved.

"Mr. Shasharock."

The sound is not loud, just the soft humming in the throat.

But at the moment when this name floated out, the noise around him suddenly held a lot of breath, and then countless eyes were all cast, with some vague sound of smoking in the air.

Sherlock didn't care about the strangeness of the people around him, or he had been used to it for a long time, just looked at the well-behaved police officer in front of him, handed the big box in his hand forward and said:

"Hey, a murderer was arrested directly at the scene of the murder. He seemed to be called Jack or Mike. In short, you can find out if you go and check the case."

He said as if nothing had happened, and when he saw that the other party did not dare to answer, he simply let go.

"Pushi!" sounded.

The box slammed heavily on the ground, like a pile of fat pork filled with water. Some blood splashed out from the connection between the leather at the bottom of the box, scaring the people nearby to hide behind for a few steps.

"Chief Restrade is in the office?" he continued.

The police officer in front of him did not dare to think too much and nodded quickly.

Sherlock: "Thank you."

Since he caught a criminal, he naturally had to talk to the director about the reward.

In fact, if others caught the criminal, there was no need to bother the director to mobilize such a group of people. Just contact the police department to register at will, with Sherlock being the exception.

He walked out of the crowd and naturally gave way around him. Suddenly, a police officer seemed to remember something and shouted:

"Mr. Sherlock, please stay."

"Hmm?" He turned around.

The man plucked up his courage to avoid his gaze and said with a righteous heart: "The director is now receiving very important guests, you. It is best not to bother him first."

"A very important guest?" Sherlock thought: "Okay, I'll wait for him in the reception room first."

Walk through the quiet crowd, cross an unmanned corridor and enter the elevator.

Although the word "electricity" is included in the name, its operation method is basically based on steam. There is no way. Even if the electricity is fashionable, its scope of application is still too narrow and it can only become a foil of an era, just like those conservative veterans on the battlefield who try to use guns to resist demons.

"Click~"

The lighter made a light sound, and the weak flames trembled and approached the cigarette, as if they were afraid, but they did not dare to dodge.

Just then

"Wait a moment."

A soft cry came from the corridor, and a woman accelerated her pace towards the elevator. She looked about 25 years old, wearing a strange nun's outfit, without any cumbersome long skirts and headscarves. On the contrary, they were all changed to body-shaping styles suitable for activities.

Sherlock exhaled a long breath of cigarette, wrapping his entire face in the mist.

He did not press the elevator button and let the elevator door slowly close.

"Time waits for no one, beautiful lady"
Chapter completed!