Sherlock Holmes

Something is definitely wrong with Sherlock's demon.

Not long ago, his worm, or should it be called [tentacle], assimilated a carrion dog in his dream. Although this kind of demon is not that powerful, at least it has teeth and claws, and it can run fast enough, so it can be summoned more or less. Can be of some help;

The key is to not feel bad even if you die.

So at first, when Sherlock chased him down the long street, he tried to tear open the crack in the void and summon the dog out.

However, at that time, he had an idea.

Space cracks did appear.

But, it's not in front of you.

Instead, it appeared in Baker Street;

It sounded very wrong. The void crack actually appeared on the second floor of Building 221B, Baker Street, in his newly rented small apartment!

Sherlock was confused at that time. You know, Baker Street is several kilometers away from here!

And all contractors have a common sense, that is, there is a range for controlling demons. Even those extremely powerful manipulation contractors enshrined by the Holy See are only a few hundred meters away. Beyond this distance, There would be no way to open the void rift, let alone control the demon.

But Sherlock could clearly feel the dog's every move, and could control it with great ease.

This kind of control distance that goes beyond the cognitive limit is enough to make any contractor, and even the researchers of the "Academy of Life Sciences" who study demons all day long, drop their jaws.

Sherlock himself was surprised at the time, but then he found to his embarrassment that the carrion dog seemed unable to get out of the rental house!

It's not that the door to the room is locked and the dog can't turn the doorknob. It's that it doesn't seem to be able to get out of that area. To put it more clearly, the carrion dog can only move in the area where the tentacles have crawled. .

What the fuck is going on?

Could it be that as a contractor, you can only summon demons in fixed places?

Although the scope of this field can be expanded by crawling with small tentacles, but if you want to summon on Baker Street, do you have to crawl through Baker Street first?

If you want to summon in the lower city, you have to spread your domain over the entire lower city in that hellish world?

Well, for a moment, Sherlock couldn't tell whether this was a good thing, because if he thought about it this way, when his domain expanded to the entire London, wouldn't it mean that no matter where he was, he would be able to Summon your own contracted demon at any time and anywhere.

What about outside London?

An entire continent?

The entire empire? ?

But this thought lasted for less than half a second, and Sherlock himself smiled bitterly;

Although this is theoretically possible, if you really want to use that small tentacle that is only seven or eight centimeters long to climb the entire Baker Street, it will probably take a few weeks, and let it cover the entire After climbing the lower city area, we have to wait ten or eight years.

As for London or the entire empire.

Haha, at that time, humans had already driven the demons back to the gate of hell, or they had been slaughtered by the demons long ago.

"Why"

He sighed in his heart. He didn't know whether he should tell Watson this weird summoning method, let alone how he should tell it;

Fortunately, Watson is not that curious.

The two of them chatted without saying a word. The assassin was dragged along the ground by his ankles, and his head hit many things along the way. Fortunately, he was a contractor, otherwise he might have been careless. Just breathe.

An hour later, on a small street near the center of the lower city, Sherlock and Watson walked into a well-decorated apartment building.

There's even an elevator here.

The busier the place was during the day, the more miserable it was at night. There were no pedestrians on the street. The two arrived at the 13th floor, which is Watson's home.

"I didn't expect you to be richer than I thought." Sherlock said.

"I have some experience in field treatment, so sometimes I go on missions with the field team. You know. The Holy See always has a lot of subsidies."

Watson said, opened the door of his house, and made a gentlemanly gesture of 'please come in'.

The interior decoration is not so gorgeous, but it also has extremely high aesthetic quality. Just as Watson once said, he likes beautiful things.

Moreover, everything in the house was arranged in an orderly manner, even the carpets and table tops were placed at parallel or right angles to the walls, without any deviation.

In such a room, people with dust on their soles would probably be too embarrassed to enter.

But fortunately, Sherlock is not of high quality.

So he dragged the assassin in and the blood stains on the man's body left a bright red streak on the spotless floor with great visual impact.

But Watson didn't even look at it, he still seemed very happy, and led Sherlock to a closed door, then took out the key and looked at Sherlock: "Well, I sometimes do some private work, so I just You shouldn’t be surprised if you remodeled a bedroom yourself, right?”

There was actually a little bit of embarrassment in those charming eyes.

Sherlock nodded: "I knew it earlier. Being so sensitive to the smell of blood can't be explained simply by 'being a doctor'. I believe you when you say you are soaked in blood every day."

Watson felt relieved, then slowly turned the key and opened the door

A strong smell of disinfectant mixed with blood came out. Watson groped on the wall for a while, and then found the valve of the gas lamp.

"Zizzizi~~"

After a few soft sounds, the room lit up, and at the same time, Sherlock also let out an unexpected sound.

In front of him was a not-so-large room. The interior walls were wrapped in thick layers of sponge. There were no windows, so the light seemed much dimmer than expected.

Against the wall, there were several huge display cabinets, in which rows of unnamed organs soaked in formalin were placed.

But compared to these, the huge operating table in the center of the room with dried blood stains on it can give anyone a more sensory shock.

Because it couldn't even be called an operating table, it was more like a butcher chopping board with some dark brown leather straps dangling on its edge. On the side of the medical cart were some items such as pliers, saws, and steel needles. A similar tool, dotted with some bright red and residue similar to minced meat.

In short, all kinds of permeating elements filled every visual corner, making the whole room look extremely scary and dirty, which formed the ultimate contrast with the clean living room outside the door.

Watson smiled and picked at the newly scabbed wound on his fingertips to restrain some restlessness in his heart, but his expression was as gentle and humble as usual. He said apologetically:

"Sorry, every time I enter this room, I get a little excited, and there is always a period of exhaustion after the excitement, so I often forget to clean it up. But the equipment is quite strong, and the walls have been soundproofed. You can ask this person later Sir, you don’t have to be so careful when asking questions.”

Sherlock was silent for a while, looked at the beautiful man in front of him, and then looked down at the assassin who occasionally twitched. It seemed that for the first time in his life, he felt that some people might be better than others in the field of 'asking questions'. I am better at it.

"Well, how about you come?"

"Shall I come?" Watson was stunned: "How embarrassing is that?"

"It doesn't matter. I can see that you like this kind of thing. I just want him to answer a few questions. It doesn't matter who comes."

"Then" Watson's expression showed a kind of creepy shyness, and he smiled handsomely: "Okay, I'll do it."