big devil holmes

Chapter 22 My Happiness
Although the old priest mentioned the word 'dream' first, he was surprised when he saw Sherlock's reaction.

Surprised, but also with a burst of obvious excitement!

"Did you really have that kind of dream?" The old man's eyes lit up, as if he was looking at some kind of treasure: "Haha, I'm sure I'm not mistaken, you are that kind of person!!"

"What kind of person?"

"It's the kind... the kind of person who may evolve to the third stage!" The old priest said, probably because of excitement, he started rambling to himself:

"After the gate of hell was opened, our world has actually been affected by the world on the other side of the gate. Some creatures and objects have undergone strange changes and become items that must be contained.

In fact, so are people.
Speaking of it, the contractor is actually someone who is affected by the abyss.

The deeper the influence, or the stronger the ability to perceive the abyss, the stronger the contractor.

And almost all powerful contractors have had a dream, which is called an awakening dream within the Holy See;
In the dream, they will encounter a strange creature, and this creature is actually their contract demon.

As for the reason, I am not very clear, but some researchers have suggested that hell is actually a world where souls can be realized, and all the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of our human beings will be materialized there. "

Speaking of this, the old priest shook his head helplessly, probably thinking that those so-called researchers were just talking nonsense, but it didn't matter, so he continued:
"In short, the earlier, clearer, and more frequent the awakening dream appears, the stronger these people's perception of the abyss will be, which means that these people will become stronger than other contractors in the future!
A more representative example is General Patton, who is now guarding the gates of hell. It is rumored that he has started awakening dreams since he was 11 years old, and the frequency is almost twice or even three times a week.
And when he was 30 years old, he had already become a Tier [-] contractor. If he didn't need to command the battle, but put on armor in person, maybe the number of demons he eliminated would be more than the one under his command who only knew There are even more bloody butchers to kill.

As for Lord Dante haha, I really don’t know what his awakening dream looks like, maybe it will appear every night. "

Hearing this, Sherlock's brows began to frown, lost in some kind of thought.

until several minutes passed
"Well, I did have that kind of dream, quite frequently." He said softly:

The light in the eyes of the old priest became brighter and brighter, and he nodded with great confidence.

"Sure enough! Judging from your previous performances, you must be a contractor with outstanding talent.

Hahaha, this operation was really blessed by the Holy Light, and I was able to meet such an outstanding young man like you.

So quickly, your frequency, your clarity, and what you dreamed. "

The more the old priest talked, the more he looked forward to it, and even pushed himself closer to Sherlock, which made Sherlock feel a little embarrassed: "Well, if everything is as you said, the more frequent the dream, the higher the talent .Then I might actually be a genius. Because I have that dream almost every night."

As soon as these words came out, the old priest's heartbeat stopped suddenly, and he sat up straight!

"Every night?"

"Well, every night, when I just got back to the apartment, I took the time to sleep for a while, just for a while, I can have that dream again.

As for the degree of clarity, I don’t even think it’s a dream. I completely remember all the details and tactile sensations in the dream. I can even clearly feel my breathing and heartbeat in the dream. The phenomenon of slowly losing memory of dreams. "

Sherlock said the truth, but the old priest became more surprised and excited the more he listened, and even stood up, and the infusion needle in his hand was ripped off, but he completely ignored it, and just stared at it with shocking eyes Staring at Sherlock.

"So what did you dream about?" he asked in a voice that was almost trembling.

"one room."

"what??????"

"A room. A white room."

Sherlock said, and then looked at the old priest in a daze, because at this moment, the other party's expression seemed to have just suffered some kind of huge cruel blow, comparable to the death of his own son: "You dreamed of a room? !!"

"Yes."

The old priest sat back on the bed, staring at the open space in the tent in a daze, after more than ten seconds
"Hahaha." He laughed suddenly, and rubbed his dry eyes with his hands: "Yeah, I'm really old and confused, how can anyone enter the awakening dream every time they sleep, even if it is Mr. Dante himself may not be able to reach this level."

"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked suspiciously.

The old priest adjusted his mood after the ups and downs just now, and said seriously: "As you get older, you will always have some unrealistic wild thoughts, but obviously, your dream...is not a dream of awakening."

"no?"

"Well, because you dreamed of a room." The old priest said with a wry smile: "Awakening dreams will make people's spirit touch the contracted demon on the other side of hell, so at the very least, you have to dream of a demon right?
An animal, or, in the case of Sister Catherine, a plant. But either way, it cannot be a room.

[Creature] and [Space], these are two completely different concepts. "

Hearing this, Sherlock fell into thought again.

He took out a cigarette and wanted to light it, but because of the soaking in the rain, the flame couldn't corrode the wet tobacco leaves at all. In desperation, he had no choice but to put the cigarette back in his pocket.

"What you said seems to make sense." He replied lightly.

"You don't seem so disappointed."

"Of course." Sherlock said: "I'm just a detective. And I'm quite narcissistic. The number of contractors under the Holy See may now exceed [-], or even a million. There won't be any more than me. What a change.

So I don't pursue this. "

"Then what are you after?" the old priest couldn't help asking.

Sherlock raised his head, looking at the slightly shaking light, some halos were reflected in his sight:
"Puzzles. Those things that people desperately want to hide." There is a kind of longing that ordinary people can't understand in his smile:
"I may not be able to become those powerful contractors. Power and wealth are actually not very attractive.
But if one day, someone in the world will swear that only the great detective Sherlock Holmes can solve this mystery in the entire empire!

Then I will definitely feel happy from the bottom of my heart. "

(End of this chapter)