big devil holmes

Chapter 41 I Please
He stood there, looking at the carrion dog in front of him, silent for a long time.

The dog is also very obedient, not barking or running around. From its pinched eyeball and hollowed out eye socket, it can be confirmed that this guy was disturbed by Sherlock in the dream just now. The one with the rotten brain.

However. It is now standing in front of itself.

It was still drilled out of the void crack that he tore open.

"This guy won't become his own contract demon."

Sherlock certainly knows how unrealistic this idea is, because no matter from any book, or people's cognition of contractors, or even the old priest's knowledge about contract demons:

[Contractors have one and only one contract demon, which cannot be changed and replaced, and stays with them all their lives. Even if the contract demon dies, they can no longer have relationships with other demons]

This is an iron law.

But what's the matter with this dog?

And this guy's feeling is different from normal carrion dogs. Under normal circumstances, carrion dogs should hang their tongues, bark all the time when they see moving things, and run around like ADHD of it?
But the one in front of me is very quiet, standing straight in place, with its head held high, and the remaining eyeball does not have the restless madness that a demon should have, but is silent and solemn, like a person who is always waiting to perform a task. soldier.

So, Sherlock thought a little bit.
"Sit down~"

"Stand up straight~"

"Go away~"

"Bite Your Own Tail"

Several instructions emerged in his mind, and the dog really followed his own ideas and made various actions. Sherlock even simulated some very complicated instructions in his mind, such as: use While licking his left eyeball with his tongue, he raised his hind leg [-] degrees obliquely, and his tail swung back and forth between his crotch every two seconds.

This kind of instruction must be something that only [manipulation] type contractors can make, and it is the kind of extremely difficult action that must go through complicated training to complete!

But Sherlock didn't need much training, it was so easy to construct such a set of instructions in his mind.

And that dog finished well, which proves that the connection between this dog and himself is extremely close, and it is estimated that if it is allowed to injure itself in place, or die, it will not have the slightest sense of resistance.

But let's not talk about the question of 'why this demon can be controlled by oneself' first.
Just talk about its head!

This head has already been crushed by myself, how can it still make these movements?

Curiosity prompted Sherlock to come to the wall, turn on the gas lamp to the maximum, and then returned to the carrion dog, hugged the other dog's head, and turned it to a position facing the light source.

Squinting his eyes, he turned his gaze to Gouzi's eye socket that was pushed open by himself.
The light source above the head penetrated the hole and shone into the skull of the carrion dog!

At this point, Sherlock finally saw the scene inside.
Then silently swallowed and spit.

There was no brain tissue in the skull cavity where some brains should have been left, but was replaced by countless twisted tentacles!

These tentacles are circling and wriggling, and in the dim light emitted by the gas lamp, they are crowded into a complicated, crazy, but strangely beautiful meat ball, and some tiny branches are all drilled into the cranial cavity and the nerves. In the gap, it is estimated that along the spine, the whole body of the carrion dog is covered!

Sherlock took a deep breath. Although he couldn't believe it, he knew that these tentacles entrenched in the dog's head had the same color and texture as his contracted little 'worm'.

So, before the worm crawled into its brain, the purpose was to hatch itself?
No. You can't call it a worm now, it's 100% a tentacle! ! !
"My contract demon, what the hell is it?!"

Just as he was thinking, there was a burst of unhurried footsteps just outside the door.

Sherlock waved his hand and tore open a rift in the void, allowing his dog to slip in.

Then,

"Boom~boom~boom~"

There was a knock on the door.

He rubbed his messy hair, making himself look like a person who just woke up, and then came to the door with empty eyes: "Who is it?"

"Excuse me, it's me." A soft voice came.

Sherlock was a little surprised, because he recognized the owner of the voice.

The doctor at the White Briar Security Company——John Watson.

Pushing open the door, it was already dark outside at this time, and the humid night wind unique to London blew in. Sherlock looked at the man in front of him suspiciously.

It was still the brown-black hair hanging on the forehead, and it was still a decent shirt and thick suit. It can be seen with a little knowledge, one piece costs at least a dozen pounds, and such expensive clothes are as expensive as the other party's noble son from the upper city. The beautiful face made it even more eye-catching, and there was a light blue plush scarf around the collar, which made that pretty face reveal a certain kind of softness and tenderness.

Right now, he was squinting his pretty enough eyes, looking over Sherlock's shoulder into the room.

"I thought you detectives were very organized in their lives." Watson raised his brows slightly, as if he couldn't take it anymore, hesitating whether to rush in and clean up.

"I'm a bit lazy, and I don't like to clean up." Sherlock smiled, and he still had a good impression of this doctor who pretended to be a normal person: "So...you came to find me, what troublesome things did you encounter? "

"Troublesome things happen every day, but I definitely didn't come to you for this."

"What's that for?"

"To make friends. I was a little bored staying at home. I wanted to go out for a walk. I walked nearby without knowing it. I thought that your home seemed to be here, so I came here."

He is very sincere
And after seeing Sherlock looking at himself with a look of 'you continue to make up', he just smiled without embarrassment at all:
"Well, in fact, you may not believe it, but you are the only guy who thinks it's interesting in my work for so many years.

How about, do you want to go out for a drink together?
I'll treat"

(End of this chapter)