Sherlock Holmes

He stood there, looking at the corpse dog in front of him, and was silent for a long time.

The dog was also very obedient, neither barking nor running around. Judging from its pinched eyeballs and hollowed eye sockets, it was clear that this guy was disturbed by Sherlock in the dream just now. The one with a rotten brain.

However, it is now really standing in front of him.

Or it came out of the crack in the void that he tore open.

"Isn't this guy turning into his own contracted devil?"

Of course, Sherlock knew how unrealistic this idea was, because no matter from any book, or people's understanding of contractors, or even the old priest's popular knowledge about contract demons:

[Contractors have one and only one contract demon, which cannot be changed or replaced. They stay with each other for life. Even if the contract demon dies, it can no longer have relationships with other demons]

This is an iron rule.

But what's going on with this dog?

Moreover, this guy's feeling is different from that of a normal corpse dog. Under normal circumstances, a corpse dog should not have its tongue hanging out, barking at anything that moves, and running around as if it has ADHD. Of?

But the one in front of me was very quiet, standing straight on the spot, with its head held high, and the remaining eyes did not have the restlessness and madness that a demon should have, but were silent and solemn, like a person who is always waiting to perform a task. soldier.

Ever since, Sherlock had a slight thought.

"Sit down~"

"Stand up straight~"

"Get out of here~"

"Bite your own tail"

Several instructions emerged in his mind, and the dog really followed his ideas and made various actions. Sherlock even simulated some very complex instructions in his mind, such as: Use While licking his left eyeball with his tongue, he raised his hind legs 30 degrees diagonally to the side, and his tail swayed back and forth between his crotch every two seconds.

This kind of command must only be performed by [Control] type contractors, and it is an extremely difficult action that requires complicated training to complete!

But Sherlock needed no training; it was so easy to construct a set of such instructions in his mind.

And the dog also completed it very well, which proves that the connection between the dog and himself is extremely close. It is estimated that if it is allowed to commit suicide or die, it will not have the slightest sense of resistance.

But let’s leave aside the question of ‘why this demon can be controlled by me’.

Just talk about its head!

This head has been smashed by itself, how can it still do these actions?

Curiosity drove Sherlock to the wall, turned on the gas lamp to the maximum, then returned to the corpse dog, hugged the dog's head, and twisted it to a position facing the light source.

He narrowed his eyes and cast his gaze into Gouzi's eye socket that he had opened.

The light source above the head shines through the hollow and into the head of the corpse dog!

At this point, Sherlock finally saw the scene inside.

Then he swallowed in silence.

The skull cavity where there should have been some brain remains no longer had any brain tissue, but was replaced by countless twisted tentacles!

These tentacles circled and squirmed around each other, and in the dim light emitted by the gas lamp, they crowded into a complex, crazy, but strangely beautiful mass of flesh, and some small branches all penetrated into the cranial cavity and nerves. The gap is probably filled with the entire body of the carrion dog along the spine!

Sherlock took a deep breath. Although he couldn't believe it, he knew that these tentacles entangled in the dog's head had the same color and texture as his contracted little 'worm'.

So, the worm crawled into its brain before to hatch itself?

No. It can no longer be called a worm, it is 100% just a tentacle! ! !

"What on earth is my contracted devil?!"

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a burst of unhurried footsteps outside the door.

Sherlock waved his hand, opened a crack in the void, and let his dog get in.

Immediately afterwards,

"Dong~dong~dong~"

There was a knock on the door.

He rubbed his messy hair to make himself look like a person who had just woken up, and then came to the door with eyes closed: "Who is it?"

"Excuse me, it's me." A very soft voice came.

Sherlock was a little surprised because he recognized the owner of this voice.

The doctor at White Thorn Security Company——John Watson.

Opening the door, it was already dark outside, and London's unique humid night wind blew in. Sherlock looked at the man in front of him suspiciously.

The same brown-black hair hanging in front of his forehead, the same decent shirt and thick suit. If you know a little bit about the goods, you can tell that one piece costs at least ten pounds, and such expensive clothes will not make the other party look like an aristocratic son from the uptown area. The dress made her look even more eye-catching. There was a light cyan plush scarf around the collar, which made her beautiful face reveal a certain softness and gentleness.

At this moment, he was squinting his beautiful eyes, looking over Sherlock's shoulder into the room.

"I thought you detectives were very organized in your life." Watson said with a slightly raised eyebrow, as if he couldn't bear it anymore and was hesitant to rush in and clean up.

"I'm a bit lazy and don't like to deal with things." Sherlock said with a smile. He had a good impression of this doctor who disguised himself as a normal person: "So... you came to me because you encountered something difficult? "

"Troublesome things happen every day, but I definitely didn't come to you for this."

"What's that for?"

"To make friends. I was a little bored staying at home and wanted to go out for a walk. Unknowingly, I walked nearby. I thought your home seemed to be here, so I came over."

He said it very sincerely

When he saw Sherlock looking at him with a "you can make it up" look on his face, he just smiled without embarrassment at all:

"Okay, actually speaking of it, you may not believe it, but you are the only guy that I think is somewhat interesting in all the years I have been working.

How about it, do you want to go out for a drink together?

I'll treat"