Sherlock Holmes

died

In fact, there is nothing surprising about this. He is just dead. As this guy said countless times when he was alive, everyone will die. The difference is whether he dies on a hospital bed, on a battlefield, in the sun, or in blood or mud. Even if he dies unwillingly due to illness, he still belches happily.

Sherlock had never been too unwilling before he farted. He was originally the kind of person who had the most disregard for life, including his own. In the previous battle royale, he had messed up the empire to pieces, and now he was using thousands of people to do it. Thousands of demons piled up to create a new gate to hell. Despite Lord Dante's repeated reminders, he still betrayed humanity. These seemingly contradictory behaviors were all based on his paranoid heart.

It means that he died unjustly

In the end, the people Dante wanted to kill didn't seem to survive so easily, so death seemed so logical, so Shylock's death was neither unjust nor aggrieved. Coupled with the fact that the elderly Dante continued to squeeze the life out of himself before dying, it seems that he must have reached his limit.

but.

In fact, Sherlock still has a little regret. If he could defeat Lord Dante, even the old Lord Dante, then his death would be more satisfying.

And I haven't seen what will happen after the space-time rift is repaired. Will people from that desperate world rush into this world, and then two human societies that have the same roots and ancestors will start fighting.

I have not seen whether Moriarty's crazy but extremely interesting plan will be completed, and whether human society will return to the state before the Holy Calendar, with differences in countries and cultures. But there is no monopoly on resources, and technologies will be shared with each other.

There are still many, many things that have not been seen.

Of course, everyone will feel a little regretful when they die. It's not a big deal, so Sherlock lowered his eyes slightly, feeling the dizziness caused by the lack of oxygen gradually deepening. The brain could not get blood supply, so the five senses were getting worse and worse. Faintly, everything in front of him became darker and darker, and finally, he fell into eternal darkness.

Forehead.

At the beginning, he felt that he should be plunged into eternal darkness. After all, it was written like this in novels or magazines. People's stereotypes also believed that after death, one should be unconscious and completely dark. Besides, he It felt really dark just now.

However, when he didn't know how long he had spent in the darkness and was almost submerged, suddenly, he saw a crack in front of him.

The crack suddenly tore open in the darkness, and a blood-red light slowly escaped from the crack, and then became bigger and bigger, until as the crack opened, a pair of ones that I had seen countless times, that A huge eyeball like a star or celestial body appeared in front of him.

Sherlock frowned, his eyes widened in a real sense, and then hesitated for a long time, as if he was waking up from a big dream. The eternity he had spent in the darkness suddenly disappeared. With this moment of awakening, it was compressed into a moment of absence.

"you are dead?"

A voice rang in his head.

Judging from the tone, it should be a kind of greeting, but most of the greetings are like 'you're here', 'you're awake' and so on, and rarely use the extremely weird way of greeting like 'you're dead'.

Not to mention, this sound is most likely coming from the celestial body in front of you.

"Who are you?" Sherlock asked calmly.

"Huh?!" The voice seemed surprised, and then immediately changed to a familiar voice, the kind that was between a man and a woman, and seemed a little owed because he had been with Sherlock for a long time: "I It’s your little clue treasury, the name you gave me.”

"Oh" Sherlock rubbed his brows. Death had some impact on his spirit, but he recovered quickly.

"So, am I really dead?" He was not as surprised as expected, and even accepted it all quickly.

"From a physiological point of view, you should be considered dead. You also know that the human brain has been irreversibly damaged after 3 minutes of lack of oxygen. Then as long as the sinoatrial node stops beating, your heartbeat will also be very fast. .”

"Okay, you can just talk to Watson about these professional knowledge. I just want to know now, if I am dead now, what will happen to you?"

Sherlock looked around. After the huge pupils in front of him opened, the sun-like star also burst into flames, igniting the surrounding scene like a brilliant starry sky.

If this scene were seen by ordinary people, they would be so surprised that they would almost go crazy, but for Sherlock, it is nothing. After all, he has seen this scene many times, and he even used this scene to attract people all over the world. Flying around.

"I?"

"Yes, I mean, as far as I know, after death, people's consciousness should dissipate and then slowly wait to rot, right? Why do I appear in front of you, still in the starry sky, and it seems .I can still think."

As he spoke, Sherlock lowered his head and looked at himself. He found that he was still wearing the blood-stained clothes, but his broken bones and injuries had completely recovered, and he couldn't even feel pain.

"Although I have never died, I should not be like this after death."

The huge eyeball in front of him twisted his tentacles, which were so dense that it made people feel numb, as if he was about to make a gesture of "spreading his hands": "Yes, after most people die, they should be the ones you said. "But unfortunately, you are a bit special, so you came to me after your death."

"I see." Sherlock nodded, then sat on the ground: "Then tell me, what's going on with me?"

"Well, it's a little difficult to explain, but in general, in terms of the concept of a huge world span, the two of us are actually the same person. At least our brains are in perfect agreement with the same frequency even though we are 800 years apart. And I Now I have merged with a celestial body and is hanging in the universe, so... well... I am probably dead, and you are also dead, so our consciousnesses are naturally brought together. "

"You call this explanation [let nature take its course]?" Sherlock squinted his eyes, as if he was looking at a student who was looking for lame excuses for failing the exam.

"I understand your incomprehension, but I certainly can't explain the concept of time to you now."

"What can't be explained? According to you, we are both dead now, so I don't have a lot of time to listen to your chatter." Sherlock took out his pocket out of habit and found that there was no cigarette, and his face suddenly became depressed. got up.

But in the next second, for some unknown reason, a brand-new blues appeared on his fingertips, and then, a huge celestial-level tentacle stretched out from the side of the burning star, but When he got close to Sherlock, he became very slender in an extremely strange way. The tentacles, with tens of millions of degrees of heat like the sun, lit a cigarette for the dead man.

Sherlock found it extremely novel. He smiled and took a puff, and the smoke that filled his lungs filled the void of the universe.

"Is this real?"

In the midst of the cigarette smoke, Sherlock looked at the sparks on the end of the cigarette and asked.

"Of course not." The voice responded as expected: "In fact, you have no body at all now. Everything you see about you is actually the projection of your mind on yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sherlock shook the clothes on his body like a self-experiment. The blood stains turned into red petals and fell off. At the same time, a chair appeared next to him, hanging in the universe. , Sherlock stood up and sat on it.

"Haha, it's quite interesting."

I don't know how his receptive ability is so strong. He doesn't need any buffering, so he uses this kind of mental projection.

But soon, he seemed to realize something. After thinking for a moment, he asked:

"So, every time I dreamed I would go to hell, this phenomenon is not real?"

"Of course it's not true." The voice said: "Do you think that your body can travel through a span of 800 years every night and travel between the two worlds?"

"But, I can come to this universe through you, and I can also jump to where I want to go through you." Sherlock's eyebrows frowned.

"Oh, this is indeed not easy to understand, but I will try my best to explain it." The voice said: "First of all, this is not a cosmic space. Although we have a good relationship, I don't have the ability to let a human being Survive the vacuum of space."

"Then" Sherlock looked around in confusion. Those flickering cosmic light spots looked so real.

"Oh, you mean those things that look like stars?" The celestial body in front of me responded: "Of course those are not distant stars, those are other worlds."