big devil holmes

Chapter 40 Who Signs a Contract with a Demon? We Are All Direct Slaves
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Looking at the behavior of his contract worm, Sherlock had a strange association in his heart, but he didn't know whether this association was good or bad.

That is... If the place where my contract worm crawls will produce some kind of domain, then... then what is it if it crawls into the corpse of this carrion dog?
Do you want to crawl out of a field in this corpse?

And as time progressed second by second, Sherlock's eyes widened.

Because he felt inconceivably that there was some kind of induction between himself and the carrion dog's corpse! ! !
It is very similar to the induction between myself and the contract worm, and it is becoming clearer and clearer.

The worm is assimilating the carrion dog! ! !

Sherlock rubbed his face. He found that his knowledge was still a little lacking. Whether it was about demons, or about awakening dreams, or about hell, anyway, he couldn't make himself understand it based on the books sold on the market. All this just happened.

In fact, it is estimated that the clergy in the Holy See will also be shocked when they see what they have seen and heard.

Oh, speaking of 'seen and heard', at this moment Sherlock has naturally summed up all the experiences just now in his mind:
First of all, it seems that I really dreamed of a whole world, and this world is likely to be hell;

Second, there is a sun overgrown with tentacles over hell.

In the end, his contract worm should have some kind of domain, and this domain has a certain connection with the crazy sun in the sky, so that any demon who wants to escape from the domain will be attacked by the sun.

Thinking about it this way, it is estimated that the demons who set foot in the field are afraid to move because they feel the pressure of the sun.

At this point in his thoughts, Sherlock finally glanced at the two dogs beside him who have not dared to move since entering the house. These two poor things should have been enduring the shock from the outside during this period of time. The torment brought about by extreme fear.

It doesn't matter, I don't move anyway, let's forget when I go crazy.

Sherlock stroked the carrion dog's head very intimately, as if encouraging a very lovable pet.

at this time
There was a sudden gurgling sound under his feet, he lowered his head, and then saw his contract worm had crawled out of the corpse's eye socket.

The little guy seemed very happy and content, writhing his chubby body on the floor.

This kind of twisting and twisting behavior is undoubtedly normal for a worm, but after experiencing so many unimaginable things, Sherlock's mind subconsciously began to think about some "deviant" possibilities.

He watched the little worm twist and twist, slowly frowned, and at the same time recalled the first time he saw the sun when he looked over London.

Countless tentacles are surrounding that eyeball
But what he was focusing on at the moment was not the eyeball, but the tentacles.
Those dark, sticky, wriggling tentacles! ! !
Sherlock leaned over and pinched his contract worm with his fingers, and the useless worm was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, and began to lie flat and pretend to be dead.

It just so happens that this will allow him to observe the other party more carefully.

It is still black and gray all over, with a length of seven or eight centimeters. It feels soft to the touch, and seems a little sticky. The "head" part is a little thinner, while the "belly" part is fatter, but it is not good. In any position, Sherlock did not find an organ that could be called a 'mouth', let alone eyes, and what a worm should have like feet.

The more Sherlock observed, the more obvious the idea in his mind became. Although it is not unusual for a worm demon to look like, it doesn't even have a mouth.

Could it be that his contract demon is not a worm at all.

But a piece of tentacles? ? ?

"Huh, things seem a little beyond imagination." Sherlock muttered softly, then put the thing in his hand on the ground, and sat back on the sofa, lost in some kind of contemplation.

A few minutes passed.
"Hahaha—this is what life should be like."

In the real world, Sherlock wakes up leisurely.

This time, I have obtained a lot of information in the dream, enough to keep my mind excited for a while, so I am not in a hurry to continue exploring.

In this way, encountering a problem, thinking about it, solving it, and then trying to turn the problem into a bargaining chip to continue exploring hell is the best rhythm.

Sherlock was delighted, and even hummed a little tune.

Oh. Don't look at the sloppy life of this Mr. Detective, but he is still a bit of an artist. When he was young, he even played the violin.

Only once, when he stuffed the head of the piano into the throat of a robbing criminal, he accidentally broke the strings, and he didn't touch the instrument much after that.

After getting up, Sherlock stretched comfortably, ready to go out to get some food. For several days, he hadn't had a serious meal.

But just stood up.
"Um?????"

A strange feeling suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart, very similar to the feeling he had when he summoned his contract demon for the first time in that monastery a few days ago.

But as I said just now, Sherlock has experienced too many weird things during this period, so in his opinion, a little bit of sudden weird feelings are nothing.

So he waved his hand directly following this feeling, and a void crack opened in the room.

then
A carrion dog, drilled out

(End of this chapter)