Sherlock Holmes

Although it was the old priest himself who mentioned the word 'dream' first, he was surprised when he saw Sherlock's reaction.

Amidst the surprise, there was also an obvious excitement!

"Have you really had that kind of dream?" The old man's eyes were bright, as if he was staring at some kind of treasure: "Haha, I saw it right, you are that kind of person!!"

"What kind of person?"

"That's the kind of person who might evolve to the third stage!" the old priest said, probably because of his excitement, he started talking to himself:

"After the door to hell was opened, our world has actually been affected by the world on the other side. Some creatures and items have undergone strange changes and become items that must be contained.

In fact, so do people.

Speaking of which, the contractor is actually the person affected by the abyss.

The deeper the influence, or the stronger the perception of the abyss, the more powerful the contractor is.

And almost all powerful contractors have had a dream that the Holy See internally calls the dream of awakening;

In their dreams, they will encounter a strange creature, and this creature is actually their contracted devil.

I'm not sure why, but some researchers have proposed that hell is actually a world where souls can be embodied, and all our human joys, sorrows, and joys will be materialized there. "

Speaking of this, the old priest shook his head helplessly. He probably felt that the so-called researchers were just talking nonsense, but it didn't matter, so he continued:

"In short, the earlier, clearer, and more frequent the awakening dreams appear, the stronger these people's ability to perceive the abyss will be, which means that these people will become more powerful than other contractors in the future!

The more representative one is General Patton, who is currently guarding the Gate of Hell. It is said that he has started awakening dreams since he was 11 years old, and the frequency is almost twice or even three times a week.

And when he was 30 years old, he had already become a third-level contractor. If he did not need to command the battle, but wore armor and went into battle in person, he might have destroyed more demons than the one under his command who only knew There are even more bloody butchers who kill.

As for Lord Dante, haha, I really don’t know what his awakening dream is like, maybe it will appear every night. "

Hearing this, Sherlock's eyebrows began to wrinkle and he fell into some kind of thought.

Until several minutes passed

"Okay, I have indeed had that kind of dream, quite frequently." He said softly:

The light in the old priest's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he nodded with great confidence.

"Sure enough! Judging from your previous performances, you must be a contractor with outstanding talents.

Hahaha, this operation was really protected by the Holy Light, and I was able to meet an outstanding young man like you.

So tell me quickly, your frequency, your clarity, and what you dream about. "

The old priest spoke more and more expectantly, and even leaned forward to move closer to Sherlock, which made Sherlock a little embarrassed: "Well, if everything is as you said, the more frequent dreams, the higher the talent. .Then I might actually be a genius. Because I have that dream almost every night."

As soon as these words came out, the old priest's heartbeat seemed to have stopped suddenly, and he sat up straight!

"Every night?"

"Well, it happens every night. When I just returned to the apartment, I took some time to sleep for a while, and for a while, I could have that dream all over again.

As for the clarity, it was so clear that I didn’t even think it was a dream. I completely remembered all the details and touches in the dream. I could even clearly feel my breathing and heartbeat in the dream. There would be no slowness after waking up. The phenomenon of slowly losing memory of dreams. "

Sherlock spoke truthfully, and the old priest became more and more surprised and excited as he listened. He even stood up, and the infusion needle in his hand was torn off. He completely ignored it, and just stared at him with incredibly shocked eyes. Staring at Sherlock.

"Then what did you dream about?" he asked in an almost trembling voice.

"one room."

"ah??????"

"A room. A white room."

Sherlock said, and then looked at the old priest in a daze, because at this moment, the other man looked as if he had just suffered a huge and cruel blow, comparable to the death of his own son: "Did you dream of a room? !!”

"yes."

The old priest sat back on the bed and looked at the empty space in the tent in a daze. After more than ten seconds

"Hahaha." He laughed suddenly and rubbed his dry eyes with his hands: "Yes, I am really confused. How can anyone enter the dream of awakening every time they sleep, even if it is... Lord Dante himself may not be able to reach this level."

"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked doubtfully.

The old priest adjusted his mood, which had just been ups and downs, and said seriously: "As you get older, you will always have some unrealistic thoughts, but it is obvious that your dream is not a dream of awakening."

"no?"

"Well, it's because you dreamed about a room." The old priest said with a wry smile: "The dream of awakening will make people's spirits touch the contracted devil on the other side of hell, so at the very least, you have to dream about a devil. That’s right, right;

An animal, or in the case of Sister Catherine, a plant. But either way, it cannot be a room.

[Biology] and [Space], these are two completely different concepts. "

Hearing this, Sherlock fell into deep thought again.

He took out a cigarette and wanted to light it, but because of the rain, the flames could not corrode the wet tobacco leaves. In desperation, he had no choice but to put the cigarette back in his pocket.

"What you said seems to make sense." He replied lightly.

"You don't seem that disappointed."

"Of course." Sherlock said: "I'm just a detective. And I'm quite narcissistic. The number of contractors under the Holy See may now exceed 100,000, or even a million. There won't be any more than me." What a change.

So I don't pursue this. "

"Then what are you pursuing?" the old priest couldn't help but ask.

Sherlock raised his head and looked at the slightly swaying light, which reflected some halos in his sight:

"Puzzles. Those things that people try their best to hide." There was some longing in his smile that ordinary people can't understand:

"I may not be able to become one of those powerful contractors. Power and wealth are actually not very attractive.

But if one day, someone in the world will swear that this mystery can only be solved by the great detective Sherlock Holmes in the entire empire!

Then I will definitely feel happy from the bottom of my heart. "