Sherlock Holmes

This arena has been open in the city for almost 20 years.

Tickets have never been so expensive, there have never been so many people, and it has never been so quiet.

In the stands, everyone was staring intently at the iron cage under the lights and the perfectly healthy corrosion dog that had just been brought over in the cage. People's eyes were full of surprise and disbelief. Of course, more than anything, they were looking forward to it. No one would believe that a human being would actually walk into this iron cage, but if this arena dares to charge such a high ticket price, it cannot be just a joke.

There was only one hour from the time the message was sent to the opening, but this hour was so difficult. The ticket price tripled, not just because the seats were full, but also because it was crowded. In such a big place anyway, It's pretty good that you can squeeze in and stand next to a middle-aged man who smells of alcohol. In short, before the show started, the place had already reached the point of "full seats".

Finally, as a beam of light appeared on the field, at the entrance of the corridor, a thin man in a windbreaker walked towards the iron cage. This man did not wear a mask, but he wore a pair of sunglasses. The brim of his hat was lowered so that he could not see clearly. He has a clear face, but no one cares about his appearance. Even if he appears with a mask now, it doesn't matter. What everyone wants to see is him walking into the iron cage, and then watching the corrosive dog roar at him and attack him. I spit out acidic saliva to see if he would want to escape out of fear, but after coming into contact with the electrified iron grid, he fell to the ground and twitched all over.

Anyway, in the end, whether this guy's neck was torn open by the Corrosion Dog or he smashed the Corrosion Dog's head, it was worth the price of admission.

Step after step, the man did not take the opportunity to slow down and test the patience of the audience on the stage. He quickly walked into the iron cage. With the sound of the cage door being closed, the sound of the hydraulic electronic lock being tightened was heard. The atmosphere of the entire underground arena was instantly ignited. The unprecedented roars and shouts could probably break through the soil several meters deep at this moment, and even the drunkards on the dance floor of the bar above could hear it clearly.

Sherlock hates this kind of overly harsh shouting. Of course he is not here to make money or perform for this audience. He needs to find his contract power. He needs demons. He needs third-level, powerful demons. The more the better.

Previously, he had been risking discovery by going to museums to search for historical documents. He just wanted to understand why his contract power had disappeared.

In the past thirty years of his life, he would go to hell every time he slept. What was the reason for this? So far, he has not got the answer; but one thing is certain, that is, he can clearly understand that he is in hell. He has a connection with his contract tentacles, can sense them, and control them. Surrounded by these tentacles, his contract power is extremely clear and abundant.

But why is the power of his contract missing in this last city of mankind?

sun

The biggest difference between this huge city, where the existing humans on this planet are gathered, and other places is that there is no light from the sun. To be more precise, there is no direct illumination from the real sun that is in its explosive period.

The artificial canopy above the sky, which is so vast that it exceeds 160 million square kilometers, blocks the sun. All light sources come from an artificial sun that rotates with the earth and is suspended in the upper layer of the canopy.

So just by making a very simple inference, you can find that [Contract Power] most likely came from the Big Explosion of the Sun.

After reading a large amount of historical documents, Sherlock believed that this power could be more specifically attributed to radiation.

Although he has not yet fully understood what [radiation] is, he knows that sunlight contains radiation, and radiation causes organisms to mutate. At this stage, in this city of mankind, due to various technologies and sky curtains, The radiation level of the relationship has been reduced to a minimum, so I can't feel the power of the contract.

So if you want to reconnect with the power of the contract, there seem to be only two ways. The first is to find a way to break out of the city, go to the wilderness outside the scope of the sky, and re-enter the scope of the sun.

Of course, this method is no different from seeking death. According to Lilith's urine, all transportation routes that can leave the city must have been blocked now. If she goes out stupidly without any help or plan, that is Throw yourself into a trap.

The second option is to find ways to get in touch with mutated creatures.

Although it is incomparable to being directly bathed in sunlight, this creature has survived in the wild for so many years and has not become extinct after reproducing from generation to generation, so it should be able to carry some radiation on its body.

This is the simplest and feasible solution that Sherlock can think of at this stage.

The shouts around him had reached a limit, and the guardrail of the iron cage behind him made a slight trembling sound. It seemed that electricity had begun to be supplied, and a staff member thoughtfully took a The iron rod scratched the surface of the cage.

Huge electric sparks crackled, causing a burst of explosions.

In the stands, you couldn't even tell whether the roars were excitement or pain. On the big screen, a huge number appeared, with odds of up to 20 times, because no one was optimistic about the human being in the iron cage.

There is no armor or firearms. This world is not Sherlock's world. A person's strength can be clearly distinguished from his body shape. People even wonder whether this guy can persist under the sharp teeth of that mutated wild dog. 10 seconds.

Of course, everyone wanted him to hold on for a little longer. The screams and blood were the most worth the price of admission.

In the next second, there was an explosion, which meant that the duel had begun. The chain that corroded the dog's neck was opened, and a large amount of acidic saliva had already leaked out of the gaps between the terrible fangs. This guy was already hungry. It has been three days, and now even if a piece of rubber is placed in front of it, it will go up and bite it into pieces without hesitation, and then swallow it into its stomach without hesitation.

So amidst the roaring sounds of "Bite him to death!" and "Kill him!", the corrosive dog immediately pounced on Sherlock fiercely. The ferocity in everyone's hearts was instantly ignited, and the atmosphere was direct. Reached the top.

Then "Bah!"

A soft sound.

I saw the man in the cage stretched out his hand, slapped the dog on the cheek with a rounded palm, and directly slapped the dog's face as it jumped into the air. However, due to the inertia of the forward pounce, the body of the corrosive dog was just there. It spun around in mid-air.

Bang, it hit the ground.

The entire venue fell silent for an instant

"???"

The expressions on everyone's faces seemed to be frozen, and each one of them still kept the same look as how they roared at the top of their lungs a second ago, but no sound came out at all, and they just stared blankly at the pouting buttocks in the cage. The dog lying on the ground had a question mark on his head. Even the boss of the arena in the high-rise box was dumbfounded. The high-end cigarette in his hand fell on his pants, but he didn't notice it at all. It wasn't until his pants were burned through and burned to his thighs that he screamed and turned around. God has come.

But Sherlock in the iron cage didn't care about this. He had brought too many shocks to others in his life, and he had to do it every three to five times, so he himself was a little numb, and this time he came. In this arena, after the duel is over, what happened tonight will definitely spread in this underground circle. Regardless of whether anyone guesses that he is the traitor, someone in the government will definitely get the news and then take action. Your own investigation will start extremely quickly.

Even the audience of this game, or the boss and staff of the arena, may very well think of this and directly give themselves away.

Most of the time, Sherlock has always had this habit of not treating his opponents as fools.

Therefore, he must get in touch with the power of the contract as soon as possible, and then find more demons as quickly as possible. Among them, it is best to have a third-level big demon.

Anyway, since driving that high-tech armored vehicle full of various buttons, he has discovered that it is easier to summon demons, and these demons will continue to rush out of the city until they are exposed to the sunlight in the wilderness again. By then, everywhere The mutant creatures in the wild can be freely used for their own trends.

The devil is your guarantee for returning to the gate of hell!

Sherlock walked step by step to the dog lying on the ground, which had not yet recovered from the dizziness. Under countless stunned gazes, he stepped on the other dog's tail, and then tugged on the dry hair. With his wrinkled scalp, he lifted his whole body up and slowly approached the other person's ear:

"Listen, I just talked to the breeder. I know you were caught from the wild just three months ago. You can be out in the sun for so long without any radiation on your body. I don't believe it. So , no matter what method you use, let me feel some strength, otherwise, I will beat your dog's head to pieces."

Sherlock said softly. Since he was some distance away from the audience, he was not worried about anyone being able to hear him. He just cared about whether the dog in front of him could understand him.

Very good, dogs are more or less human, and they are still the same in the hundreds of years after the sun exploded. So as soon as Sherlock finished speaking, the dog's whole body began to struggle crazily, sobbing. An extremely cruel roar came from his mouth.

But because its body was completely suspended, no matter how hard it struggled, it was of no avail.

Sherlock frowned, almost going into convulsions when he saw the poor guy in his hands exchanging words, but he still didn't feel anything strange.

"I'll give you 10 more seconds to help. I know you can do it."

He even gave the other party a boost.

However, even he himself didn't know what to do, how could a dog know, so after the urging countdown, nothing happened.

Sherlock is a man of his word, so he angrily threw the dog on the ground, kicked it a few times, and then slapped the dog's head randomly. After waiting for a while, he was sure that this guy was useful for everything. After that, he pushed him to the edge of the iron cage with one kick, then stepped on the opponent's head and pressed it against the electrified cage.

“Zizzizi——————”

There was a distinctive harsh sound of electricity. Under the blessing of high-voltage electricity, the dog's whole body twitched violently. After a while, smoke was emitting from his body. Sherlock didn't waste any more time and stamped on the other's fur. On the skull that had been scalded, there was a wet explosion, and red and white splashed into a large area at the edge of the field.

The whole process was long or short, about four or five minutes, and the silence lasted for four or five minutes, until the corrosive dog's head was crushed by a kick. After another half an hour, The entire venue suddenly woke up and burst into an unprecedented roar.

Blood, stiffness, convulsing flesh, motionless corpses.

In this duel arena, this scene was definitely not the first time, but no one had ever thought that the one lying on the ground was a mutated creature, while the one standing was a human being.

In the past few hundred years, mutated creatures have continued to rage, and humans were forced to migrate to the last continent of the planet. Human beings, who claim to be the primates of all things, do not agree with this ending in their bones, so after seeing mutated creatures trying to Killing each other to please yourself will bring out the pleasure of revenge from deep inside.

And when a human stepped on the head of a corrosive dog in an iron cage with his own hands, this kind of psychology was naturally satisfied like never before.

In the private room on the upper floor, the dark-skinned arena owner looked at the iron cage below with incredulous eyes. Unlike the audience whose thoughts were filled with desire, he was obviously frightened by the guy who applied for a cage fight. , then turned to look at the bulky men beside him:

"If you were the one who went in, would you be able to do this?"

The man hesitated for a moment, and there was a trace of uneasiness in his eyes: "If you try your best, you should be able to kill one, but you definitely won't be so calm. This guy didn't panic at all from beginning to end, as if he does this all the time. .”

The boss of the arena nodded, looked at the man below who was obviously not right, then looked at the increasingly dazzling odds on the big screen, and became increasingly silent.

Sherlock knew very well that it was unrealistic for him to hide in this world forever, so he had to escape from here, and then he had to go through dangers, fight for his life, and narrowly escape death before he could get a glimmer of hope.

So he doesn't have to worry about his identity being exposed, or in other words, he will always be exposed.

What he has to do is get what he wants as much as possible before being exposed.

There were broken bones on his feet, blood splattered on his pants, and some of it stained the hem of his windbreaker.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed the sticky blood. The bloody touch on his fingertips was very familiar to him.

In fact, he didn't know why he had to touch the blood. Maybe it was because he hadn't dealt with demons for too long. The bloody memories of fighting between large demons on the battlefield of Redeker Strait drove him to do it subconsciously. Such an action was taken.

Looking at the thin fingertips again, his skin looked a little pale due to malnutrition, and the demon's blood looked unusually bright on the skin.

Suddenly Sherlock was startled.

Because the area where the fingertips were in contact with the demon's blood seemed to gradually become hot.