Sherlock Holmes

In noisy cities, the speed of traffic always makes people feel inexplicably impatient.

The driver of the carriage had scolded countless people along the way.

However, Sherlock was in a good mood in the carriage and slowly followed the movement of the vehicle. After several hours, he finally arrived at the library.

Compared with the dilapidated and huge building in hell, the British Library in reality presents a vigorous and solemn visual state. In this era when everyone is running for life and dedicating their conscience or body for the imperial currency, there are still many A few people were wandering around the stone pillars in front of the library, thinking, holding a book and sitting on the steps, studying it carefully in the ice and snow.

Human beings' desire for knowledge is an instinct. Although this instinct will be slowly erased over time and social conditions, there are still many people who are tenaciously moving forward on this path. Most of them know that, I may not have made any academic achievements from birth to death, and I have never dreamed of becoming a hero who changes the world, but I still want to be one of those sparks and bring even the faintest light to this era.

Perhaps it is these brave existences that are the foundation for the empire to stand firm for hundreds of years.

Sherlock strolled up the long steps and passed several students who were immersed in thinking. When he entered the door, he saw two young men dressed as students having a red-faced argument about the anti-corrosion smelting of steel. He walked along the The road I walked in hell went all the way; I also walked through the grand hall and the quiet reading room. Along the way, I passed countless giant bookshelves with a height of more than five or six meters, reaching to the ceiling, and finally came to a In front of a small corridor that almost no one would notice, and walk all the way to the end.

Right here, there is a door, and inside the door is the small room where the "Divine Comedy" books are placed.

At this moment, there is an inconspicuous door in front of Sherlock. There is no sign on it, and there is not even a door handle. The overall material is similar to the corridor wall. If there is not a keyhole on it, you can walk through it. People may not even notice there is a door here.

Sherlock frowned, then looked to both sides and found that almost no one passed by this area. It was remote and quiet, just like a small abandoned space during the construction planning period. Even the library staff It was generally forgotten.

But forgetting is forgetting. If Sherlock dug out this book with a crowbar, there would definitely be a group of people in security uniforms rushing over and taking Sherlock to the police station for vandalism.

And Sherlock has always been a very gentleman. In a place with such a strong intellectual atmosphere, he will definitely not engage in any rude behavior such as picking locks and breaking doors.

So with just a thought, a crack in the void appeared on the other side of the door.

Fortunately, Sherlock had seen the space inside the door in hell, otherwise, he would not be able to tear open this crack.

This is also a drawback of contractors, that is, they cannot summon their own demons in places where there is no 'cognitive concept'.

For example, there is no way to open a void crack on the other side across a strange wall, because we don't know where the other side is, whether it is blocked, whether it will get stuck in the wall, etc.

This uncertainty prevents the Contractor's summoning from succeeding no matter what, just as you can't get a person to fantasize about how to breathe through the anus.

Soon, a carrion dog emerged from the crack in the void. The dog walked behind the door, bit the door bolt with its teeth, and pulled it to the side.

There was a "click" sound.

The door opened.

Sherlock naturally opened the door and walked in.

And unlike the room in hell, the room in front of me was cleaner, and it could even be said that it was a little monotonous.

The walls are all white, with a row of bookshelves inlaid in them. In the center of the room, there is a small white sofa, with a small white table less than half a meter long and wide in front of it. This posture makes Sherlock even think that , I had another dream.

Anyway, this is everything in the room. As soon as you walk in, you can clearly feel that there is nothing to do except reading.

So Sherlock walked to the bookshelf, and let the carrion dog close the door, and then let it get back into the crack.

There are only a few books on the bookshelf in front of me, so it is easy to find the book you want.

Divine Comedy

Obviously, this book exists in the real world. It is similar to the one in Hell. It also has leather covers and extremely sloppy binding, but it is slightly cleaner than that one.

Sherlock took it over and opened it

It also has a very heavy touch, and the eyes fall on the first page.

At this moment, his expression was obviously startled, and then his eyebrows frowned slightly.

Everything was as he thought. The book in hell was an 'evil' version, while the Divine Comedy in the real world could be read.

However, the content of this book is not text, but a painting.

At least it's a painting on the first page.

It is a very rough painting, and you can tell that the author has no painting skills, but because the lines are so simple, you can see the scene he wants to depict.

Some undulating line segments form overlapping mountains. Under the mountains, there are some small brushstrokes, and it can be vaguely identified that the paintings are some kind of animals, or simply said, they are demons.

Because some of them focus on the sharp teeth, some have wings that are larger than the body, or extremely uncoordinated legs.

Of course, these are not enough to make Sherlock frown. After all, they are just drawing a few demons. Children in every family have been beaten by their parents for drawing demons.

What made Sherlock's expression become more and more solemn was the round thing drawn on the mountains.

It's small, just in the upper left corner of this page, but it doesn't take much to figure out that this circle represents the sun.

Unlike the normal sun, the circle is surrounded by countless densely packed twisted line segments, long or short, like countless twisted tentacles.

No! That painting is a twisted tentacle!

this painting,

What is painted is hell.

Sherlock confirmed this almost instantly!

So he turned to the second page

On this page, there is simply a huge eyeball drawn across the entire length of the page. Obviously, this is a close-up of the twisted sun in hell.

But who would see this scene of hell?

Who could face the sun directly, but not immediately go crazy, but instead depict it.

In fact, the answer is obvious.

But Sherlock seems to have no time to think about it now!

Because in hell, the feeling of falling when reading this book came over again, and now, what he saw was not chaotic brushstrokes, but an understandable picture, so that feeling was even more intense. Intense.

He really felt that his consciousness was falling bit by bit, as if he was falling into the sky, in the endless dark void, towards the sun surrounded by tentacles.

And just when this feeling swept through his body, countless tentacles in the shadow began to twist crazily, and together with the countless tentacles in hell, they began to rise neatly toward the sky!

The huge sun hanging in the sky cracked open again, and the eyeballs pregnant with the most extreme madness opened wider and wider, looking straight towards the ground.

They are conveying some kind of information, some expectation, or request to each other.

Oh, there is such a sentence engraved on a stone wall in front of the main entrance of the British Library.

"Books are always the best way to understand knowledge."