big devil holmes

Chapter 46 Domains and Well-Intentioned Questions
There is indeed something wrong with Sherlock's demon.

Not long ago, his worm or should be called [tentacles] assimilated a carrion dog in a dream. Although this kind of demon is not so powerful, at least it has teeth and claws, and it runs fast enough. It can be summoned more or less can help;

The key is to die without feeling bad.

So at the beginning, when Sherlock just chased to the long street, he tried to tear open the crack in the void and summoned the dog.

But then he had a thought.
Space cracks appeared.

It's just that it doesn't appear in front of your eyes.

Instead, it appeared in Er. Baker Street;
It sounded very wrong, the void crack actually appeared on the second floor of Building 221B, Baker Street, in his newly rented small apartment!
At that time, Sherlock was stunned. You know, Baker Street is several kilometers away from here!
And all contractors have a common sense, that is, there is a limit to controlling demons, even those extremely powerful control system contractors enshrined by the Holy See, the farthest is only a few hundred meters, beyond this distance, There will be no way to open void rifts, let alone manipulate demons.

But Sherlock could clearly feel the dog's every move, and he could control the dog very freely.

This kind of control distance beyond the cognitive limit is enough to make any contractor, even those researchers of the "Life Science Academy" who study demons all day long, startled their jaws.

Sherlock himself was surprised at the time, but then, he was embarrassed to find that the carrion dog seemed unable to get out of the rental house!
It's not because the room is locked and the dog can't turn the doorknob. Rather, it doesn't seem to be able to get out of that area. To put it more clearly, this carrion dog can only move in the area where the tentacles have crawled .

What the hell is going on?

Could it be that as a contractor, he can only summon demons in a fixed place?

Although the scope of this field can be expanded by crawling with small tentacles, but if you want to summon on Baker Street, you have to crawl Baker Street first?
If you want to summon in the lower city, you have to spread your own domain to the entire lower city in that hellish world?

Well, for a certain moment, Sherlock couldn't tell whether this was a good thing, because if he thought about it this way, when his domain expanded to the whole of London, wouldn't he be able to be in the city no matter where he was? Anytime, anywhere, summon your own contract demons.

And what about outside of London?
The whole continent?

The whole empire? ?
But this thought lasted for less than half a second, and Sherlock smiled wryly;
Although it is theoretically possible to do this, but if you really want to climb the entire stretch of Baker Street with that small tentacle that has stretched at most seven or eight centimeters, it will probably take a few weeks, and let it take the entire length of Baker Street. After climbing down the city, wouldn't we have to wait for the last ten or eight years.

As for London or the entire empire.

Haha, at that time, humans would have driven the demons back to the gate of hell, or they would have been slaughtered by the demons long ago.

"Hey"

He sighed in his heart. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should tell Watson about this weird way of summoning, let alone how to say it;
Fortunately, Watson wasn't that curious either.

The two chatted nonchalantly. The assassin was dragged along the ground by his ankles, bumping his head against countless things along the way. Luckily, he was a contractor. Just swallow.
An hour later, Sherlock and Watson walked into a well-decorated apartment building on a small street near the downtown area.

There's even an elevator here.

The more bustling the place during the day, the more embarrassing it was at night. There were no pedestrians on the street. The two came to the 13th floor, which was Watson's home.

"Unexpectedly, you are richer than you imagined." Sherlock said.

"I have some experience in field treatment, so sometimes I will go on missions with the field team. You know. The Holy See has always had a lot of grants."

As Watson said, he opened the door of his house, and made a gentlemanly gesture of 'please come in'.

The interior decoration is not so gorgeous, but it also has a very high aesthetic quality, just like Watson once said, he likes beautiful things.
Moreover, everything in the house is arranged in an orderly manner, even the angles of the carpet and the table are placed parallel or at right angles to the wall, without any deviation.

In such a room, people with dust on the soles of their shoes probably would be embarrassed to enter.

Fortunately, Sherlock's quality is not high.

So he dragged the assassin and walked in. The blood that flowed from the man left a bright red streak on the spotless floor.

But Watson didn't even look at it, still looking very happy, and brought Sherlock to a closed door, then took out the key and looked at Sherlock: "Well, I sometimes do private work, so I just It shouldn’t surprise you to remodel a bedroom yourself, right.”

There was actually a little bit of embarrassment in those eyes full of charm.

Sherlock nodded: "I knew it earlier. I am so sensitive to the smell of blood. I can't explain it simply by 'occupation is a doctor'. I will believe you when you say that you are soaked in blood every day."

Watson felt relieved, then slowly turned the key and opened the door
A strong smell of disinfectant mixed with blood came out. Watson groped on the wall for a while, and then found the valve of the gas lamp.

“Zizzizi~~”

After a few light bangs, the room lit up, and at the same time, Sherlock also let out a 'huh' sound somewhat unexpectedly.

In front of him was a not-so-big room. The walls inside were all wrapped in thick sponge layers, and there were no windows. The light seemed much dimmer than expected.

And at the position against the wall, there are several huge display cabinets, and rows of unnamed organs soaked in formalin are placed in them.

But compared to these, the huge operating table in the center of the room with dried blood on it can bring enough sensory shock to anyone.

Because it can't even be called an operating table, it's more like a butcher's chopping board, with some dark brown belts drooping on its edge, and in the medical cart beside it, there are some things such as pliers, saw knives, and steel needles. It is a kind of tool, dotted with some bright red sporadically, and the residue similar to wringing minced meat.

In short, all kinds of infiltrating elements filled every corner of the vision, making the whole room look extremely scary and dirty, forming an extreme contrast with the clean living room outside the door.

Watson smiled, and tried his best to pick at the freshly scabbed wound on his fingertips, in order to restrain some restlessness in his heart, but his expression was as gentle and humble as usual, and he said apologetically:

"Sorry, every time I enter this room, I get a little excited, and there is always a period of exhaustion after the excitement, so I often forget to clean up. But the equipment is quite strong, and the walls have been sound-proofed. You can ask this person later When Mr. asks a question, you can be less careful."

Sherlock was silent for a while, looked at the handsome man in front of him, and then looked down at the assassin who occasionally twitched a few times, it seemed that it was the first time in his life that some people might be better at 'asking questions' than Get better at yourself.

"Eh, how about you come?"

"I'm coming?" Watson was taken aback, "How embarrassing?"

"It's okay, I can see that you like this kind of thing, and I just want him to answer a few questions, it doesn't matter who comes."

"That..." Watson's expression showed a kind of creepy shyness, and he smiled nicely: "Okay, I'll do it."

(End of this chapter)