Sherlock Holmes

The whole long street was littered with corpses of demons.

Sherlock could not recognize the types and names of these demons, but they were undoubtedly dead, because their bodies, just like the carrion dog corpse in his room, had all become nests of tentacles, one by one. Some thick or slender black tentacles grew on the corpse, like algae soaked in sea water, swaying crazily with the violent current, but at the same time they stretched towards the sky one by one.

Sherlock raised his head and looked at the terrifying sun above his head. Countless tentacles stretching tens of millions of kilometers were also twisting together, as if they were establishing some kind of connection with the ground that humans could not understand.

This scene undoubtedly contains a lot of weirdness and unknown mystery, but what's even worse is that many of these tentacles that have been nourished by the demon's corpse have peeled off. They crawl and squirm on the ground, come to the edge of the field, and crawl outward crazily. , seemingly devouring control of the surrounding space without mercy.

Sherlock just looked at the scene around him, feeling the connection between himself and more and more tentacles, and the indescribable pleasure of standing in his own field.

He smiled.

Suddenly, he felt something faintly touching him at his feet.

He lowered his head subconsciously, and then saw his first small tentacles slowly crawling onto his shoes like a pet, and then clumsily trying to climb up his trouser legs, as if he had done something. It's a great thing, just like wanting to be praised by the master.

But it was too stupid. As soon as it climbed to the knee, it fell down and fell to the ground. It took a long time to regain its strength.

Sherlock leaned down and took it into his palm.

"What? Are you asking for credit from me?"

Of course the tentacles couldn't speak, but the cute way they writhed happily made Sherlock smile even more.

At the same time, he was a little surprised to find that he seemed to be able to feel a little bit what the little guy wanted to express.

"Is this what the book says about the compatibility between a contractor and his own demon?"

[Fitness]. Well, in fact, this thing does not need to be explained specifically. As long as you think about it for a moment, you will know that there is some kind of connection between the contractor and his contracted devil.

This can be reflected by summoning, controlling, or awakening dreams.

The higher the connection, or the degree of compatibility, with one's own demon, the stronger the commonality between the two. When it reaches a certain level, leapfrog growth can occur.

In the Holy See, this huge growth is called ‘staged evolution’.

Between the first stage and the second stage, the contractor can slightly understand the meaning expressed by his demon, which is a key point that must be passed.

Sherlock has seen all of these in books.

But what surprised him was that in less than a week after he became a contractor, his compatibility had already grown to this extent?

"Or, it's because I brought this little guy back to hell, and then let it crawl around, build nests, and breed. In short, I didn't give it too much restraint, so it was very happy and had no self-esteem at all. Think of me as someone you can rely on?

Gee, what's the difference between this and raising an idiot pet that only acts cute? "

Probably sensing that the owner was saying that he was a stupid pet, the little tentacles twisted even more happily.

At the same time, Sherlock also felt that the other party was sending him a message again.

This message probably means a desire to return.

"return."

Sherlock didn't quite understand the specific meaning at first, but he could clearly feel that this so-called 'return' would not bring any negative impact to him.

So, he smiled and nodded: "Okay, then show me what else you can do?"

After hearing the owner's words, the little tentacle rolled happily in his hand, and managed to crawl back without falling.

Then, as if it wanted to show off its hand, it shook its little tail, and then its entire body crawled into Sherlock's hand.

Slowly.

Melted in.

Um. Although it's a bit hard to describe, the small tentacles seemed to have turned into some kind of state between solid and liquid, and slowly followed the sweat glands in Sherlock's palms and penetrated into his palms. .

And he didn't feel the slightest bit about this whole process.

"What are you doing?"

Sherlock muttered, spending a long time sensing his body, but did not notice any changes.

So he subconsciously took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it to his mouth, and then habitually wanted to take out the lighter;

But just when he turned his head, he was surprised to find that a slender tentacle had come to him, curling up the lighter in his pocket.

"Click" sound.

Flames rose from the cotton thread soaked in fuel, and he approached the cigarette in a flattering manner.

"."

Sherlock was silent for a moment, then found that the ignition distance was just right, so he let the tentacle light the cigarette, then respectfully put the lighter back into his pocket.

"It seems that I have become a lot more sensible."

He took a beautiful breath, looked at his ever-expanding territory, and exhaled the smoke into the scorching wind of hell.

Suddenly, he thought of something.

If you smoke in hell, will the cigarette disappear when you return to the real world?

If not, then wouldn’t you be able to save a lot of money on cigarettes in the future? !

The emergence of this idea suddenly made Sherlock even more excited. He happily looked at the twisted and terrifying tentacles around him, and experienced some weird feeling of being surrounded and worshiped.

immediately

"Mr. Holmes?"

"Mr. Holmes, are you there?"

In the real world, a knock on the door woke him up.

"coming."

Sherlock opened his eyes in reality, took out the cigarettes in his pocket, took a look, and found that one was missing. He unfortunately put it back, then came to the door, opened it, and showed a The deputy is quite a gentleman.

"Do you have any orders, my landlady?"