big devil holmes

Chapter 29 The Loosening of Dreams

He tried to wave his hand, muttering those pronunciations silently in his heart, trying to summon his contract demon back.

However. nothing happens.

It seems that there is no way to open the void crack in the dream.

Then there is no way, the window can't be opened, he can't throw the little guy out, the object can't be moved, he can't put it in the teacup, and he can't stuff it in his mouth to chew it raw, so maybe it will still happen. Cause backlash damage to yourself.

So I can only let it crawl around in this dream room.

But suddenly, Sherlock seemed to notice something.

He stared at the place where the worm had crawled, his eyes narrowed more and more tightly, and he slowly moved two steps forward, staring intently at the connection between the wall and the floor.

There is a very thin streak of color there.

Sherlock swallowed.

Today, his spirit has been shocked once, but at this moment, he clearly feels that the second shock is coming!

Moreover, this time it seems to be more turbulent and grand than the first time!

For nearly 30 years, the small dream room that has been kept white, as if sealed by time, has a touch of color! ! ! !

He forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and looked at the crawling worm again. His fleshy body was crawling forward along the corner of the wall. It is estimated that the little guy didn't know what he was doing, it was just instinct. move in one direction.

But just where it crawled, the whiteness was wiped away.

That's right!

wipe!go!up!
It was as if the whole room was covered with a layer of white dust in its original color, but this worm was just a small rag, and wiped off the white dust little by little! !
The worm crawled farther and farther, leaving behind a longer and longer colored trail, and Sherlock's breathing became heavier and heavier.

In this way, he hesitated for a long time, finally bent down, and tapped the colored area with his fingers.

That was where the wall connected to the ground. There was a gap at the edge of the wooden floor, and Sherlock exerted a little force.

There was a small gap in the floor material.

This kind of floor that can't stand the test of details looks like inferior goods at first glance, the kind that might bulge up after soaking in water.

But Sherlock's eyes burst into ecstasy for a moment.

Moved!

Where there is color, the white seal is lifted? ! !
"Hey ha ha!!" He tilted his head and smiled, looking a little nervous,
There is no room for change in 30 years, but it just moves like this!
Although he didn't know what the reason was, he couldn't control himself and began to think, in just a few days, after the bug crawled over the sofa, would the sofa become soft again?

Climb through the window, can you see the scene outside the window?

Climb through the door, so the door can be opened?
Can you go out by yourself? !

The more Sherlock thought about it, the more excited he became, and he looked at his contract demon again.The little worm was still crawling and recalled what the old priest had said. It seemed that all people had a matching contract demon in hell, and this demon would accompany humans for life after accepting the canonization ceremony.

Then his own contract demon, is it just to break the seal of this room?

After unraveling, what will I face?

These unknown puzzles made Sherlock's scalp itchy and impatient, pacing back and forth in the room, but the little worm moved slowly and at a maddening speed, but Sherlock didn't dare To scare it, I am afraid that this stupid thing will lie on the ground and start to pretend to be dead again, and I dare not grab it directly and wipe it around like a rag, for fear that it will be counterproductive.

In this way, after several hours, the little bug finally climbed up a wall, and then crawled across the window horizontally! !

On the window, a two-centimeter-wide strip of white was also wiped off, and it began to become transparent.

Sherlock almost rushed to the window in a 'flutter' posture, and put his eyes on the transparent trace.

So far 30 years!

He finally saw the scenery outside the window! ! ! !
that view.
A boiling one.
An eerie... bright red... incredible London!Present in front of your eyes!
In sight, everything is burning, houses, steam pipes, churches in the distance, and the huge bronze bell on the bell tower that is almost melted into ashes, but still swaying and roaring; Smoke and dust; all the streets that enter,
It was full of ruins and ashes, as if huge bloody scars were writhing crazily, bound to tear apart the whole of London, frightening and frantic.

And yet, amidst this frantic burning, there is no flame. Only scarlet and eerie seething
Sherlock stared at the amazing glimpse in the gap in shock, shock and excitement surging in his mind like a landslide and tsunami.

Then he slowly moved his gaze to the sky.

In an instant, the majestic and terrifying scene above the bloody London rushed into sight ferociously! .

A huge sun is at least a terrifying sphere burning like the sun!Across the endless void of the universe, it blasted down towards this tiny city, like the setting sun falling and the scorching sun hanging upside down.

And in the scorching flames that can burn everything, there are trillions of curly tentacles. They stir the flames into viscous magma, driving the disgusting stumps that are hundreds of millions of kilometers long, twisting crazily.

Sherlock just looked at it like this
Just like a boy who has not been human, seeing the fresh and white body for the first time, he feels the peeping of the strange world outside the window, and his heart and excitement.

The body remained motionless.

Stiff as a sculpture.

This night was spent in this kind of eagerness, anxiety, and the shock of not knowing what it meant.

Chen Guang stormed all the way along Baker Street, and finally broke through the window on the second floor of Building B, No. 221 with an irresistible gesture, and stuck to Sherlock's face.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he quickly opened his eyes.

In his mind, he clearly remembered the grandeur, grandeur, and weirdness and madness that he had witnessed throughout the night.

What is your dream?
He remembered what the old priest had said about the 'dream of awakening', and he couldn't help but realize. Did he really dream of a whole world? !
He sat on the sofa and began to meditate, but he didn't know what to meditate on, until he finally breathed out after a few hours.

looked at the clock;
Then he stood up and straightened his crumpled clothes.

Sometimes Sherlock is a very rational person. Rather than thinking wildly without any basis, it is better to wait for his contract demon to crawl through the entire room and remove all the seals. He will probably get new clues
Then during this free time, Sherlock naturally has to get busy with his own affairs.

He is going to report to a 'security management agency' jointly established by the government and the Holy See.

This is a new job that the old priest arranged for himself. In addition to a more lucrative salary, more importantly, he can get in touch with cases that a commoner would never have access to in his life, and even many of them are about the Holy See.

As we all know, the greater the power, the more rampant the breeding of evil, and the more exciting puzzles will naturally arise.

Sherlock really couldn't refuse this.

So, he came to the wall, opened his suitcase, took out a set of black stand-up collar windbreaker made of woolen fabric, and found a round hat in a large package, and pressed the edge of the pattern hard. flat.
This is the most formal set of all his clothes. He usually kills people. Heck, he is reluctant to wear it when he handles cases, so he has never been stained with blood.

Finally, he did not forget to shave his beard
Sometimes you need to pay attention to your image.

A few minutes later, the usually decadent face in the mirror surprisingly showed the elegance of an old-fashioned British aristocrat, coupled with the stand-up collar windbreaker and round hat, Sherlock himself was a little surprised, thinking that he would look for it in the future Those bar girls don't need to spend money to collect information.

Push open the door and go down the steps;

When passing the first floor, he put on a very gentlemanly expression, wondering whether he should say good morning to the landlord; as a new tenant, it is extremely important to make a good impression on the landlord.

Getting ready to knock on the door.
"Meow~~~"

Sherlock turned his head when he heard the unique meow of a kitten, and then saw a kitten that was probably only one or two months old coming out from behind the stairs.

Sanhua's body length may not be as wide as two palms, and her tail swings lightly behind her, which proves that she is not that afraid of people.

"hungry?"

Sherlock leaned down and rubbed its head. The kitten didn't dodge, but gently rubbed against his palm.

"Sorry, I don't have anything to eat, but I might bring you some when I come back."

he said
At this moment, the door next to him creaked and opened.

Sherlock crouched, turning his head sideways.

Then he saw a pair of fluffy slippers, followed by smooth calves, knee-high pajamas, bears drawn with wool on the pajamas, and a pair of slender hands holding a small bowl of cat food.

Moving up the line of sight, there are not so full breasts, thin shoulders, and the same fair neck.

In the end, his gaze settled on a face that was not unfamiliar...
(End of this chapter)