big devil holmes

Chapter 28 221B in the dream
Sherlock remained motionless, stuck at the door like a statue.

There was nothing weird inside that door, it was just a rented apartment that was cleaned fairly cleanly, and the setting sun happened to shine in through the window, making the room warmer than usual.

An ordinary scene.

Therefore, the intermediary couldn't understand what happened to the guests around him; it was even more difficult to imagine how much shock the scene in front of him had brought to Sherlock!
Even Sherlock himself didn't expect that the most shocking moment in his thirty years of life, from birth to now, would be shown in front of him in this way.

He forcibly suppressed the trembling of his body, walked into the room, and his eyes fell on the window facing the door. Through the glass, he could see most of Baker Street.

Then he turned his head slightly, and glanced at the familiar carpet, the familiar tea table, the wall without much decoration, and the cobweb in the corner of the ceiling.
Baker Street - 221 - B.

Sherlock must have never been to this room, but he is so familiar with everything here, even with his eyes closed, he can easily pick up the cup hanging on the kitchen.

It's been almost 30 years.
He finally knew that the pattern on the cup was pale gold.

There is also the light rice-colored carpet, the unevenly painted walls, the wooden tea table, and the light yellow cloth on the tea table.

Everything, finally has color! ! !
That's right, this room is actually the place where Sherlock has been trapped in his dreams since he was a child!
How is this going?

The space in my dream turned out to be a real place in this world?
But it’s not right, if I started to have that strange dream when I was very young, then this room could not have looked like this decades ago; even, this apartment should not have been built when I was a child Bar.
Or is it that the room in my dream has been frozen in this moment, the moment when the door was opened decades ago?
But what does this mean?

Countless questions began to pop up in Sherlock's mind, but in the past 30 years, he had thought about this room many times, but he never got any results, so at this moment, his questions must be Can't get an answer either.

"Sir, what do you think of this room?" The staff behind him asked tentatively.

"I am very satisfied and can pay the deposit now."

Sherlock said without thinking.

Although he doesn't know what this room has to do with him, he definitely wants to live here. In fact, he is already planning to catch some murderers in a few days, save some money, and buy this room directly .

The staff member of the mutual aid association was naturally overjoyed when he heard it, and signed a contract with Sherlock directly.

For this kind of rented apartment, the landlord must not be able to wait at home every day for the tenant to come to the door, so the agency usually has full authority to handle it; in the end, it only needs to collect the rent and deduct a certain amount of commission.

Afterwards, everything went extremely smoothly. Since all the rent was paid on the same day, the people from the mutual aid company also helped Sherlock move the salute there for free.

At ten o'clock in the night, everything was settled.

Sherlock looked at his new home and the big red patent leather sofa that was extra in the middle hall, and he really didn't know what kind of expression he should put on his face.

He looked at all the familiar scenes around him, and then opened the two doors on both sides of the living room, which could never be moved in his dream; behind the door were two bedrooms, equipped with beds and wardrobes, another observation After groping and groping, and finally found that there was nothing unusual, he had no choice but to sit back on the sofa, cross his fingers under his chin, and fell into some kind of contemplation.

I just lived in the room in the dream?

So sudden and effortless?
This kind of thinking didn't take him too much time, because he knew that he couldn't think of anything, so he lay down and let himself fall into the sponge package in the most accustomed position.

And slowly closed his eyes.

He has been able to control his sleep since he was very young, as long as his mind is empty, he does not think, and then he grasps the little feeling of falling that is not easy to detect
30 seconds later.
In that white world, Sherlock opened his eyes.

But this time, he found himself still lying on the leather sofa, barely changing his posture.

It's as if when you close your eyes and open them, everything around you will be erased. It's just that there are a few extra pieces of luggage in the dream world at this moment, which are the ones that Sherlock moved in today.

"So, changes in reality can affect dreams?"

He stroked the sofa under him, feeling the hard texture that seemed to be sealed into time, talking to himself, then looked up, looked at the door of the apartment, turned around, looked at the walls of the bedrooms on both sides Door.

Before falling asleep, he opened all the doors, wanting to see if these doors would also open in the dream.

Unfortunately, all the doors are still closed.

Sherlock got up and went to a door and pushed it. Sure enough, everything was still as usual in the dream, motionless.

"It's just that the newly added things will appear, but the door will not open. In other words, things that want to change the structure of the room itself will not be accepted by the dream, will it?
So, if I hammer a hole in the wall in reality, or put a chair in front of the open door, and go back to the dream, all this will not happen? "

Sherlock hesitated, planning to experiment a few more times to find out how many things are interlinked between dreams and reality.

Next, he came to the window again, his sight still couldn't penetrate the glass, he could only stay on the white seal like
If this room is the apartment at No. 221B Baker Street in the dream, then...is Baker Street on the other side of the window?

Then if you think about it from a distance, will there still be the Lower Town, the Thames River, the City of London, and the whole world in the dream?

This sudden thought made Sherlock startled slightly.

He remembered the old priest's discourse on awakening dreams
So, did I dream of a world? ? ? ?

He thought in shock, but the next second, he smiled helplessly.

No matter what kind of world is outside, it is impossible for him to see it. After all, the facilities in this room are completely immovable, and all the doors cannot be opened, and it is impossible for him to go out.

So what kind of world is outside, it seems to have nothing to do with me.

I was thinking about it.
sudden!
Sherlock glanced to a corner of the room.

Then, in a daze, he saw that his contract demon, that trash-like little bug, was wriggling along the corner of the wall at the moment.

Seemed to be very happy.

"Why did this guy appear here???" Sherlock tilted his head in a daze: "I didn't summon it!"

(End of this chapter)