big devil holmes

Chapter 36 Welcome back
With the opening of his eyes, Sherlock's desire to explore unknown things that had been suppressed all day could no longer be controlled, and he immediately sat up from the sofa.

At this moment, the room has shown two completely different visual states.

In the places that have not been crawled by worms, it is still the unshakable pure white, while in other places, it has already shown the texture that the things in the room should have.

A large part of the white seal on the floor at the foot was wiped off, and when one stepped on it, one could clearly hear the soft sound of the shoe sole touching the wooden board, and there were also traces of crawling on the hanging cabinet. There was that soft familiar feeling that had been lying there for years.

The whole room presents an illusion of gradually stripping away from the dream and merging into reality bit by bit.

Just when he hadn't gotten used to the feeling of stripping.
"Ow~Ow~Ow~"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

Sherlock was taken aback. This was the first time he heard a voice from outside the room in his dream.

Subconsciously, he turned his head.

Immediately, he saw the window behind him!

The window was clear and clean, and the magnificent scene of London boiling outside passed through the glass at this moment, and came into Sherlock's sight. It was precisely because the seal of the window was erased that the sound from outside could come in normally.

He took a few deep breaths, stood up slowly, walked to the window, and looked outside.

Unlike the last time when he peeped through the cracks, this time, he observed the dream world from an open perspective.

Bloody, seething, burning, full of chaos and madness everywhere.

Sherlock had actually glimpsed these before.

But at this moment, he was still uncontrollably excited, trembling all over, trying hard to let himself accept everything in front of him.

because he saw
demon! ! ! ! ! !
At this moment, he really saw a carrion dog wandering the blood-red street outside the window; under the shadow of a nearby building, a huge centipede covered with spike-like limbs crawled and twisted; A disgusting anteater-like creature emerged from under the ruins, curled its mouthparts full of barbs, and cruelly inserted into the head of another demon next to it. The latter was slowly sucking its brains, and let out Awwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The devil appeared in my dream? ? !

Last time, due to the limited angle of the observation gap, Sherlock could only see the distant scenery, but this time, he clearly saw the long street close at hand.

In addition to those demons, a blood-colored Baker Street is presented in front of the eyes without any concealment. The same architectural style, the same facilities, the same carriage stop signs on both sides of the road, the trash cans in the alleys, fences, road signs, gas street lamps, Wait, everything is what Baker Street should have in reality, like a mirror image.

It's just that all of this has been soaked in dilapidation for hundreds of millions of years.

The old stains are full of blood, twisted, decayed, and chaotic; even the mist that descends from the sky is like the ashes of a corpse that has been burned into dregs, and the sunlight, like the blood penetrating the sky, is stained with a strange crimson. .

Sherlock raised his head.
The huge and distorted sun is still floating above London like a demon, with billions of tentacles squirming, it seems that just watching it for a second longer will make people fall into a frenzy that can never be shaken off.

That's right, just one second!
In this second, Sherlock's sight passed through the blood-colored fog in London, through the sky between the clouds, and through the void of hundreds of millions of kilometers outside the sky, and touched the sun that had long since left its normal form.

This time, Sherlock's surroundings were not protected by a white seal, and his whole body was exposed to the window!
Exposed to the sun that carried madness!
Therefore, the sun finally noticed him.

It was at this moment that Sherlock witnessed a scene that he would never forget in his entire life!
In the middle of the sun, a gap slowly opened. In the gap, there are countless blood-colored tentacles intertwined with each other.The crack became bigger and bigger until a scarlet eyeball opened surrounded by thousands of wriggling pupils, and the pupil was like countless nebula erupting in an instant, only transforming all the light and heat into the purest Chaos, directly into Sherlock's sight!
This is an eye contact!An evil celestial body, or something that Sherlock still can't understand, makes first contact with a tiny human being.

At least Sherlock thought so;
But at this moment, he only felt that his brain was almost boiling, and it was about to burn without fire, just like the city boiling outside the window.

If it was someone else, in fact, at this moment, they must have fallen into absolute collapse, because they couldn't understand, let alone think, and could only let the sight from outside erode their sanity.

But Sherlock is different, as he has said countless times, he is a detective.

He likes the unknown and puzzles. His mind needs to be filled with incomprehensible things. He is eager to tear through the fog and spy on the things hidden by the fog.

The more you don't understand, the more excited you are!
So at this moment, his brain began to function involuntarily, overwhelmed, like a mayfly shaking a tree, but extremely tough!arrogant!Even arrogant, conceited!It wants to analyze, to decipher, to understand what is expressed behind the madness of this moment!
next second!
"Bang!"
He passed out.
Sherlock's body fell heavily by the window, motionless like a dead body.

However, his mind is still restlessly restless, digesting, and deciphering.

I don't know how long it took, maybe he was crazy, stupid, and just collapsed!But it could also be that his mind really translated all the madness into a message he could understand.

In short, in this coma, a voice slowly emerged in his mind.

The voice was unexpectedly respectful and humble, as if he was bowing slightly to Sherlock and said:
"Welcome back."

"Welcome back"

"This time, have you thought of a way?"

(End of this chapter)