[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

"You must be curious too," Krischel said with a clear smile, "what is this place?"

Dr. Lance looked around the laboratory, and finally his eyes fell on a tall and thin man wrapped in a laboratory coat next to the laboratory table. He turned his head and said to Krischel without any trace. : "Since I promised to help you do research, I would trouble you to be more sincere..."

"Heh," Krischel laughed slowly, "Why do you think that the project of showing gods eight years ago was able to produce the finished RP3 so smoothly? We are just taking a closer step on the basis of our predecessors. It's just one step..."

Dr. Lance frowned: "What do you mean?"

Krischel laughed loudly and said, "Don't you understand? The plan to show the gods eight years ago was just a continuation. The real plan to show the gods started in the nineteenth century, shortly after the start of the First World War. The person who started this plan was originally for war, and the land you are standing on, called the Ghost Valley, is the experimental base for the first demonstration of God plan!"

"No wonder..." Dr. Lance said slowly, "No wonder those experimental data are ready-made."

"Of course," Krischel said happily, "Ten years ago, when I was participating in a government/government-organized virus conquest research experiment, I accidentally came across some information about the God-showing project, changing human genes... How amazing is this? Tempting? Because of my outstanding contribution in that experiment, Bolekli favored me, and it took me two years to finally convince him to restart the project of showing God—"

"It's not changing people's genes!" Dr. Lance snapped, "It's turning humans into monsters!"

"It's just a matter of probability," Krischel waved his hands impatiently, "Look at the gentleman lying behind you, his grandfather used to be a carrier of RP3, but according to the records, he is very normal , and even produced offspring—isn’t Whist not mutated, and his wife also gave birth to a newborn—”

"Blair," Dr. Lance said calmly, taking a few steps forward, facing Krischel directly, "You are trampling life with your science."

"Life?" Krischel sneered, as if he had said something ridiculous, "You need to understand, Edmond—life needs to be improved, and only better human beings are eligible to survive in this world."

What he said was understatement, Dr. Lance could only sigh, and said: "So... you are going to use this lady's child to carry out your so-called evolution experiment?"

"Edmond," Krischel called out in a high voice, and he pointed to Lilian on the laboratory table—she was so painful that she almost fainted, and she didn't even have the strength to yell.

"It would be a miracle if this newborn baby survived! You know how hard it took me to find out about Whist. I've been using mutants to lure dear Mr. Whist out since a year ago—and now They finally came to me and brought me a newborn, Edmond, when the experiment is successful, the history of mankind will be changed by me—”

"Wishful thinking..." Someone's deep and clear voice mocked.

Before the words fell, before Krischel could react, he heard Dr. Lance whisper: "Sorry, I'm not interested in these—"

"you--"

With a sound of "touch", a heavy shadow bumped out in front of him, and the people around him were already knocked down to the ground without realizing what happened. The screams and Krischel's angry roars converged together. He was going to take out the spray that dealt with Stephen just now. "With a crisp sound, he bent towards a certain angle strangely and weakly.

The man let go of his hand, and his screams could barely be uttered.

Sherlock sideways dodged the heavy glass bottle that fell behind him, and hit the attacker on the chin with his backhand. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Krischel stooping and moving towards the door, and immediately shouted: "McCaw husband--"

Not far behind him, the person who was helping Dr. Lance to lift Lillian raised his head, took a scalpel from the nearby plate, and stepped forward in two steps——

Sherlock's timely reminder: "Eyes!"

The scalpel was thrown out by him with a "whoosh", and with a soft "chi", it barely pierced Krischel's left half of the cheek - he screamed again, using his intact hand Covering half of his cheek, he touched the bright red blood on his hand.

"Mycroft, your aim is too bad..." Sherlock shook his head, sighed in regret, and jumped over to easily hold Krischel—while the rest of the standing people were all caught. Stephen solved it in twos and threes.

"You—how could you still stand up..." Krischel was pinned face down on the ground by Sherlock's neck. With the knife, blood flowed down his lips and teeth, and his expression was ferocious and crazy, looking extremely terrifying.

"Just now," Stephen punched the last experimenter on the head, and he immediately fainted, "Your medicine doesn't seem to be that strong?"

"Because I dropped the bag with the diluted solution in advance," Dr. Lance said without looking back, "Stephen, come here quickly..."

Stephen immediately kicked the person in front of him away, strode over to the laboratory table and said incoherently, "Lilian—is she okay? Why isn't the child coming out—"

Dr. Lance was almost laughed at by him: "Can a child come out just by saying it?"

"We have to get out of here," Mycroft said, removing the goggles and mask from his face.

"This is the central area of ​​the entire experimental base," Dr. Lance said. "All the researchers gathered here are easy to deal with, but if you want to go out, you will definitely meet other people, which will be very troublesome..."

"And we have one," Sherlock looked at Lillian, "a pregnant woman who is about to give birth."

"It's not okay to stay here. If people outside realize that something happened here, they will definitely rush over here, and they won't be able to get out at that time."

"Let me go... I'll take, take you out—" Krischel said with difficulty, with half of his face on the ground.

"Don't trust him!" Dr. Lance immediately interrupted him, "He's trying to play tricks again!"

Sherlock lifted Krischel up, held down his head and slammed it against the wall, and he passed out after a muffled "boom", and Sherlock said in a leisurely manner, "Captives have no right to speak."

"Here... This is the Ghost Valley..." A weak voice slowly entered everyone's ears, "Even if we go out from the laboratory, we will still be in the deep valley—lost, disoriented—"

Lillian said that her neck was bent backward in pain, and the knuckles of her fingers holding Stephen began to turn blue.

Mycroft said slowly: "We can't stay here—sit and die."

"Can you wait a little longer?" Dr. Lance held Lillian's neck and hesitated, "The baby should be born soon..."

"wait."

"You guys avoid it first..."

Sherlock took off his lab coat, pulled the clothes over the side shelf, and barely made a covering curtain. He went to stand at the door, and Mycroft stood beside him.

The two looked at each other, shook their heads and smiled at each other.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The pregnant woman who already had no strength started to urge again because of too much pain, until she cried out in pain, and then yelled close to hysteria. Her voice was so painful, and every hoarse cry was like the eardrum of a collision person was full of blood. I couldn't bear it. Listen again.

Stephen paced around in a hurry, and Mycroft frowned and said, "With all due respect, Mr. Whist, no matter how anxious you are, it won't help—"

Sherlock suddenly asked: "Stephen, how did you meet Edmund?"

"Huh? Sorry—what did you say?"

Sherlock patiently repeated the question just now.

"They were waiting for me in Manchester—they took Lillian away," he said incoherently, staring straight at the back of the simple curtain, "I was afraid that something might happen to Lillian, so I followed them here. looking for me..."

"Have you heard of Ghost Valley before?"

Stephen shook his head mechanically: "Never..."

"This is... specially selected, a very magical place that can suppress special powers to a great extent..." Lilian's voice seemed to turn into a hissing and palpitating inhalation, "I found it in one of Norrington's notebooks—cough, cough, cough... the new century is the time when the conflict between pure-blooded vampires and mixed-blooded vampires is at its peak, and mixed-bloods...are not willing to compare themselves to pure-blooded vampires. They looked for allies everywhere—human beings were one of them. They took a fancy to the technology of human beings at that time, so they cooperated with the warlike people at that time, trying to use vampire genes and biotechnology to enhance their strength. Both sides took what they needed. ...As a result, the result is the creation of such monsters as the Reaper..."

She screamed again as she spoke, sucking in painful "ho ho" in her throat, Dr. Lance could only say: "Stop talking, stop talking, save some energy..."

Nearly an hour later, only Lilian's small groaning sounds remained in the silent laboratory, and even the outside was quiet, as if there was no movement.

Until a certain moment, there was a croaking baby crying from behind the curtain, Dr. Lance could clearly hear a long sigh of relief, Stephen was overjoyed, and just about to say something, suddenly there was a loud bang outside the laboratory There was a sound, followed by various sounds that seemed to be colliding with explosions——