big devil holmes

Chapter 120 Limit Me and the Contract Demon Are Discussing Each Other?

Sherlock walked towards the room on the second floor and opened the door with the key in his hand.

The familiar dim sunlight came out from the crack of the door in a familiar way, and then there was the familiar sound of the door shaft rubbing against each other, everything seemed so natural.

Sherlock walked in and found that nothing had changed much, except that some luggage and clothes were missing. Because no one lived in it for a while, it looked a bit chilly.

But it doesn't matter.

He had just sprayed a lot of blood and looked a little weak, so he walked slowly towards the big red patent leather sofa chair and hit his butt on it in a 'free fall' way. There was some rebound.
Feeling the familiar arc and the soft touch, at this moment, Sherlock finally admitted that he is a nostalgic person.

Just like that, he jumped down and sank himself into the sofa. He didn't know whether it was due to excessive blood loss or drowsiness. Anyway, he followed the lethargy in his mind and fell asleep.
In hell, he woke up leisurely.

Because most of the tentacles were torn apart in the last battle with the huge black giant. Although these little guys can slowly gather together again, it will take time after all, so after waking up now, there are no tentacles gathered together. Sherlock felt relieved to come over and rub his trouser legs desperately.

Walking out of the room, the black carriage slowly drove to the door as if it had been summoned by itself, waiting quietly as always.

He sat in the carriage, quickly passed the long street of hell, and soon came to the place where the black giant's body was.

Uh. That's right, this black giant is already a corpse at this moment.

Since Sherlock last called that one. Forget it, he also forgot what the executive officer of the Tribunal was called.

In short, that night, he used almost all his strength in hell to occupy that pitch-black giant.

Naturally, the method of occupation was to use the tentacles to replace the opponent's brain, and then extend the tentacles to every inch of its body, just like when occupying the Corrosion Dog. The next day, he manipulated the black giant to move it The original contract owner was chewed.

In fact, everything is very normal, there should be nothing to say.

But right after that, two strange things happened.

One is that after his tentacles occupied the pitch-black giant, he suddenly changed his mind for some unknown reason.

They don't want to continue to occupy each other, but gradually begin to tend to absorb!

Yes, absorbing it is like absorbing that gouged-eyed demon.

Countless tentacles as small as silk threads protruded from all directions, and then burrowed into the body of the black giant. Because there were too many and dense tentacles, they almost wrapped the corpse into a solid radial cocoon. They are sucking all the time, all the time, day and night.

But this giant is really too big, and its body composition is obviously much higher than that of the eye-gobbling demon, so this time the absorption is very slow. I don't know how long it will last
As for the second thing, there is something wrong with Sherlock's body.

In the last battle with that executive officer, his injuries were too serious, so he kept vomiting blood and sweating constantly.

But at the same time, he could clearly feel that he had reached an unprecedented limit. As Moran said, he had reached the threshold of the second stage.

Therefore, he was very excited, and this excitement affected his body to some extent, whether it was willpower, reaction, speed, or various senses, in short, it was an inexplicable and novel experience.

However, after the battle, he was hospitalized, recuperated, recovered, and gradually got used to the excitement and all the changes in his body.

But after all this, Sherlock found that his injury was still not healed.

Can't even say it wasn't 'good', but fell into something even weirder.

Obviously all the examinations showed that he had recovered, and the medical system of the whole hospital said that Sherlock was a very healthy person, but he was still in a state of injury.

He would vomit blood from time to time, suffer internal pain from time to time, a momentary trance of the brain, and fatigue and itching from the deepest part of the muscle, as well as constant tearing and healing.

He seemed to be in a gap between [health] and [near death]. He couldn't explain this phenomenon, but with his keen perception as a detective for many years, he felt that he should be stuck.

Just stuck on the line of promotion from the first stage to the second stage.

It is precisely because of this situation that he went to ask Moran for advice yesterday.
Speaking of Moran, Sherlock didn't even know what happened to the girl these days, her usually cold face was always filled with a faint and weird smile, and when talking to him, she slipped away from time to time, Even suddenly laugh.

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

And after Moran listened to Sherlock's story, she was also a little dazed, because she had never seen a contractor in this state. Talking nonsense without responsibility, giving an unreasonable guess.

That is:
Sherlock's contract creature should have reached its limit.

However, Sherlock himself has not reached the limit.

At that time, Sherlock was very helpless. The reason given by the girl was too careless. The contractor and the contracted creature are in a symbiotic state. There is no reason why one party has reached the limit and the other has not.

Moreover, even if it's not at the limit, it should be because the contract demon hasn't reached the limit.

Could it be that my body, a mortal body whose stomach gets sour after drinking too much coffee, has a limit higher than those tentacles in hell that devour whatever they see?

Of course, Moran knew that this reason was far-fetched, but she really couldn't think of any other way to explain it. In the end, Sherlock could only choose to leave resentfully, what else could he do, and he couldn't beat her.

As time passed, Sherlock was still in hell staring at the black giant who was absorbed a little bit in a daze.

Suddenly, a noise woke him up from his dream.

In reality, Sherlock opened his eyes, then walked to the window and looked out.

Immediately he saw a long line of parade passing through the street
Ah, no, it didn't seem to be a parade, because each of them looked extremely devout and adoring, shouting Nightingale's name loudly, and the portrait of that beautiful girl was also engraved on the sign they held.

Only then did Sherlock recall that the girl who traveled to the empire seemed to have arrived in London.

Not long after, in the celebration team, a man started publicizing with a loudspeaker.

It can be seen that this person has some kind of overheated gratitude and admiration for Lord Nightingale, so 80% of his words are praises for him.

And throwing away these compliments, the remaining useful information is——His Excellency Nightingale will give a grand blessing to 750 people tomorrow afternoon, and all those who feel sick and are about to burp, hurry to London Reported at the gate of the Medical Association.

(End of this chapter)