Sherlock Holmes

He tried waving his hand, silently reciting those pronunciations in his mind, trying to summon his contracted demon back.

However, there was no response.

It seems that there is no way to open the cracks in the void in a dream.

There was nothing he could do. The window couldn't be opened. He couldn't throw the little guy out. He couldn't move the object. He couldn't put it in the tea cup and stuff it into his mouth to chew it raw. This might cause another problem. Cause backlash damage to yourself.

So I can only let it crawl around in this dream room.

But suddenly, Sherlock seemed to notice something.

He stared at the place where the worm crawled, his eyes narrowed tighter and tighter, and he slowly took two steps forward, staring intently at the connection between the wall and the floor.

There's a very thin streak of color there.

Sherlock swallowed.

His spirit had already been shocked once today, but at this moment, he clearly felt that a second shock was about to come!

Moreover, this time seems to be more turbulent and grand than the first time!

The small dream room that has remained completely white for the past thirty years, as if sealed by time, actually has an extra touch of color! ! ! !

He suppressed the shock in his heart and looked at the crawling worm again. Its fleshy body continued to pupate along the corner of the wall. I guess the little guy didn't even know what he was doing. It was just instinct. squirming in one direction.

But where it crawled, the whiteness was erased.

That's right!

wipe! go! Got it!

It was as if the entire room was covered with a layer of white dust, but this worm was just a small rag, wiping away the white dust bit by bit! !

The insect crawled farther and farther, leaving longer and longer colored trails behind it, and Sherlock's breathing became heavier and heavier.

In this way, he hesitated for a long time, and finally bent down and touched the colored area with his fingers.

That was where the wall connected to the ground. There was a gap at the edge of the wooden floor. Sherlock exerted a slight force.

There was a small gap in the floor material.

This kind of floor cannot stand the test of details. It looks like inferior goods at first glance. It may bulge when soaked in water.

But Sherlock's eyes burst into ecstasy for a moment.

Moved!

Where there is color, the white seal has been lifted? ! !

"Ehhaha!!" He tilted his head and smiled, looking a little nervous.

This space that had not changed in thirty years was actually moved like this!

Although he didn't know what the reason was, he couldn't help but start to wonder, in just a few days, after the bug crawled over the sofa, would the sofa become soft again?

If you climb through the window, can you see the scene outside the window?

If you climb over the door, wouldn't it be possible for the door to be opened?

Can you go out by yourself? !

Sherlock became more and more excited as he thought about it, and looked at his contracted devil again. The little worm was still crawling and recalled what the old priest had said. It seemed that everyone in hell had a matching contracted demon. This demon would accompany humans throughout their lives after they accepted the canonization ceremony.

So is my contracted devil just for breaking the seal of this room?

After unlocking it, what will you face?

These unknown mysteries made Sherlock's scalp itchy and impatient. He paced back and forth in the room, but the little worm moved forward slowly and leisurely at a maddening speed, but Sherlock didn't dare yet. Scare it, for fear that this coward will fall to the ground and start pretending to be dead again. I don't dare to grab it directly and wipe it everywhere like a rag, for fear that it will be counterproductive.

Just like this, after several hours, the little bug finally climbed up a wall, and then crawled sideways through the window! !

On the window, a two-centimeter-wide strip of white was also erased and began to become transparent.

Sherlock almost rushed to the window with a 'pounce' gesture and put his eyes on the transparent trace.

It’s been 30 years now!

He finally saw the scenery outside the window! ! ! !

That view.

A boiling one.

A weird... bright red... incredible London! Present before your eyes!

Everything within sight was burning, the houses, steam pipes, the church in the distance, and the giant bronze bell on the bell tower that had almost melted into ashes, but still swayed and roared; the fog in the sky turned into a sloping bell. Smoke and dust; all the streets you enter are like this,

It was full of ruins and ashes, as if huge bloody scars were twisting wildly, and it was bound to tear the whole of London apart, terrifying and frantic.

However, in this crazy burning, there is no flame. There is only scarlet and strange boiling.

Sherlock stared at the astonishing glimpse in the gap in shock, shock and excitement surging in his mind like a landslide and tsunami.

Then he slowly moved his gaze to the sky.

In an instant, the majestic and terrifying scene over bloody London rushed into view fiercely! .

A huge sun is at least a terrifying sphere burning like the sun! Across the endless void of the universe, it crashed down on this tiny city, as if the setting sun was falling and the scorching sun was hanging upside down.

And in the scorching flames that are enough to burn everything, there are billions of curled tentacles. They stir the flames into viscous magma, driving the disgusting stumps that are hundreds of millions of kilometers long, twisting crazily.

Sherlock just looked at it

Just like an unexperienced young man who saw the fresh and white body for the first time, he felt the excitement in his heart as he peered into the strange world outside the window.

His body remained motionless.

As stiff as a sculpture.

This night was spent in this kind of eagerness, anxiety, and the shock of not knowing what it meant.

The morning light rushed all the way along Baker Street, and finally broke through the second floor window of Building B, No. 221, with an irresistible attitude, and blurred on Sherlock's face.

His eyelashes trembled slightly and he quickly opened his eyes.

In his mind, he clearly remembered what kind of grandeur, weirdness and madness he had witnessed throughout the night.

What is your dream?

He remembered what the old priest had said about the 'Awakening Dream', and he couldn't help but realize...did he really dream of the entire world? !

He sat on the sofa and began to meditate, but he didn't know what to meditate on until he finally breathed out a few hours later.

looked at the clock;

Then he stood up and straightened his wrinkled clothes.

Sherlock is sometimes a very rational person. Instead of making random thoughts without any basis, he might as well wait for his contracted demon to crawl through the entire room and remove all the seals, and then he will probably get new clues.

So during this free time, Sherlock naturally had to do some things of his own.

He was going to report to a "security management agency" jointly established by the government and the Holy See.

This is a new job that the old priest has arranged for himself. In addition to a more generous salary, more importantly, he can be exposed to cases that a civilian would not be able to access in his life, and many of them are even related to the Holy See.

As we all know, where the power is greater, evil will flourish, and there will naturally be more exciting puzzles.

Sherlock really couldn't refuse this.

So, he came to the wall, opened his suitcase, and took out a black stand-collar windbreaker made of woolen fabric. He also dug out a round hat from a large package and pressed the lines on the edge with force. flat.

This is the most formal set of clothes he owns. He is reluctant to wear it when he kills, ahem, handles cases, so it has never been stained with blood.

Finally, he did not forget to shave his beard

Sometimes you still need to pay attention to your image.

A few minutes later, the usually decadent face in the mirror unexpectedly showed the elegance of an old-fashioned British aristocrat. Coupled with the stand-up collar windbreaker and round hood, Sherlock himself was a little surprised and thought that he would look for it later. Those bar girls don't need to spend money to get information.

Open the door and go down the steps;

As he passed by the first floor, he put on a very gentlemanly expression and wondered whether he should say good morning to the landlord; as a new tenant, it was extremely important to leave a good impression on the landlord.

Getting ready to knock on the door.

"Meow~~~"

There was a unique cry of a kitten. Sherlock turned his head when he heard the sound, and then saw a kitten that was probably only one or two months old coming out from behind the stairs.

Sanhua, its body length may not be as wide as two palms, and its tail swings lightly behind it, which proves that it is not that afraid of people.

"hungry?"

Sherlock leaned down and rubbed its head. The kitten did not dodge, but gently rubbed it into his palm.

"Sorry, I don't have anything to eat with me, but I might bring you some when I come back."

he said

At this moment, the door beside him creaked open.

Sherlock squatted down and turned his head sideways.

Then he saw a pair of furry slippers, then smooth calves, knee-length pajamas, a bear drawn with wool on the pajamas, and a pair of slender hands holding a small bowl filled with cat food.

Moving his eyes upward, he saw less full breasts, thin shoulders, and an equally fair neck.

In the end, his eyes rested on a face that wasn't unfamiliar...