big devil holmes

Chapter 37 My Domain

When Sherlock opened his eyes again, it was already two days later.

He felt a little pain in his head, similar to the groggy feeling after a drunk hangover, and his whole body seemed to be falling apart. The last image in his memory was that of himself facing the huge star-like eyeball in the sky.

After that it's gone.

He passed out, and as for that humble voice, it naturally became a dark area in his memory, leaving no trace of it.

He shook his head, judging from the overwhelming hunger in his stomach, he hadn't eaten for at least 48 hours. He got up and went to the window, only to see that it was noon outside, and the sun rarely passed through the fog. Some mottled light and shadow are sprinkled on the road surface of the street.

Very good, so at least I can be sure that I am not in a dream.

He put his head close to the tap water pipe and drank it for a while, which made him feel more comfortable. Then he opened the cupboard to see if the leftovers from the previous day were still rotten.

But when his hand stretched out to the cabinet.
"kindness?"

Sherlock froze for a moment.

Because he saw around the cabinet. There is a trace of brilliance flowing, just like the colorfulness of gasoline melting into water, but it is fleeting.

Although he couldn't explain it, but the first second he saw this strange and colorful, he was sure that this was the trace of his contract worm crawling in the dream!

"What's going on, is the area you crawled through in the dream reflected in reality?!"

He quickly turned his gaze to other places in the room. Sure enough, the places that had been erased in the dream were all emitting a faint light, and during the time he was unconscious, the worm was obviously not idle. The seals in the entire room have been wiped clean.

This, of course, also includes the door
Sherlock swallowed. Although his expression didn't seem to be too turbulent, all the muscles in his body subconsciously tensed up.

The seal on the door was broken.

In other words, as long as he enters the dream now, he can open the door and walk out of the room where he has been imprisoned for 30 years.

Not a break-in after breaking a window, nor a barbaric one breaking down a wall.

But through a door that can be opened, generous and dignified
An unknown world is beckoning to me! ! ! !
Sherlock's body began to tremble slightly, and every fold of the cerebral cortex also began to scream excitedly.

But the detective took a deep breath at this juncture.

Then he calmly opened the cupboard, took out a portion of tortilla left over from the previous day and smelled it, and made sure that it was not damaged. Then he turned on the stove that had not been used much, and prepared to heat it up.

"Don't worry, don't worry."

He carefully appeased his almost boiling thirst for knowledge.

It's easy to open that door, but what happens after it's opened?
Face the demons of the streets?
Obviously, as a human being, if he was seen, those demons would absolutely pounce on him crazily and gnaw him to the bone.

Sherlock is not stupid, although the old priest judged that his dream was some kind of neurasthenia, or something else, but he knew very well that this was definitely an 'awakening dream'.

However, the shape of the dream is a bit special.

For now he doesn't know if this 'special' is good or bad.

I don't even know what will happen after I die in my dream.

Will it wake up in reality?

Or die just like that, and the body in reality will also become a corpse?
He only knows that he is absolutely unable to resist this temptation, and he will definitely open that door in the end. This desire to explore the unknown is like the cruelest drug addiction, and it will erode him all the time , No matter how much you struggle, no matter how you deceive yourself and others, it will not help.

So, he needs to develop some action plan.

I saw him slowly grabbing the hot tortilla, and then began to eat, silently and seriously, crushing it bit by bit with his teeth, swallowing it into his stomach, and then drinking enough water.

During this period, his mind kept replaying the scene he saw before standing in front of the window, what kind of wandering demons were those wandering demons, the conditions around the streets, which shadows could hide danger, and which facilities could be used to Run away, blah blah blah.

After a full 15 minutes, he finally made a course of action for himself, although it cannot be said to be 100% safe, but it is definitely the safest course of action that can be achieved at this stage.

After that, he returned to the sofa, found a comfortable position to lie down, and slowly closed his eyes.

It is estimated that his brain is also looking forward to the moment when the door is pushed open, so this time he fell asleep very quickly.

In the dream, Sherlock woke up, and immediately turned his gaze to the door of the room.

Sure enough, the white on the door has completely faded
So he got up, then strolled to the door, put his hand on the doorknob, and turned it gently.

In the next second, the surging desire to explore in his heart finally rushed out of the shackles, barely giving him a chance to exhale the breath in his chest, so he yanked the door open! !
In an instant, the scorching wind blew on Sherlock's body with the wind and sand that had pervaded an unknown number of years, and the strong smell of sulfur and blood enveloped the surroundings.

After 30 years, Sherlock can finally step out of this cage.

He lifted his foot and walked into the wind and sand. Outside the door is the same as the real world. It is also a staircase leading to the first floor, and the layout is the same, except that the room where Mrs. Hudson originally lived has been eroded by the wind and sand. A whole wall, it can be clearly judged that there is no one inside.

In fact, in this whole world, apart from countless demons, Sherlock is probably the only one.

He walked down step by step, listening to the creaking sound of the stairs almost shattering under his feet
Slowly stepped into the boiling Baker Street.

And it was at this moment when his vision was finally free of any obstacles, and he was able to look around this strange world wantonly.

A thought that had sprouted in the bottom of my heart a long time ago couldn't help rushing to my heart.

"Here. Damn it can't be hell"

(End of this chapter)