big devil holmes

Chapter 53 The Return
The entire long street is littered with corpses of demons lying there
Sherlock couldn't recognize the types and names of these demons, but they were undoubtedly dead, because their bodies, like the corpse of the carrion dog in his room, had all become lairs of tentacles. Thick or slender black tentacles grew on the corpse, like algae soaked in sea water, swaying crazily with the raging water, but at the same time stretching one by one toward the sky.

Sherlock raised his head and looked at the terrifying sun above his head. Countless tentacles that were tens of millions of kilometers long were also twisting together, as if they were establishing some kind of connection with the ground that humans could not understand.

This scene undoubtedly reveals a lot of weirdness and unknown mystery, but what's more, many of these tentacles that have been nourished by the demon's corpse have peeled off, they crawled on the ground, squirmed, came to the edge of the field, and crawled outward crazily , seems to be devouring the control of the surrounding space without mercy.

Sherlock looked at the surrounding scene like this, feeling the connection between himself and more and more tentacles, and the inexplicable pleasure of standing in his own domain.

He smiled.

Suddenly, he felt something faintly touching him by his feet.

Subconsciously lowered his head, and then saw his first small tentacles crawling slowly onto his shoes like a pet, and then clumsily trying to climb up his trouser legs, as if he had done something It's a great thing, like wanting to be praised by the master.

But it was really too stupid. As soon as it climbed to the knee seat, it fell down and fell to the ground. It took a long time for it to recover.

Sherlock leaned over and squeezed it into the palm of his hand.

"What? Are you asking me for credit?"

Of course the tentacles can't speak, but the cute and cheerful appearance made Sherlock smile even more happily.

At the same time, he was a little surprised to find that he seemed to be able to feel a little bit what the little guy wanted to express.

"Is this the degree of compatibility between the contractor and his own demon as mentioned in the book?"

[Fitness]. Um, in fact, this thing does not need to be explained specifically, as long as you think about it a little bit, you can know that there is a certain connection between the contractor and the contract demon.

Bulun is its summoning, manipulation, or awakening dream, which can reflect this.

And the connection with one's own demon, or the higher the degree of fit, the stronger the commonality between the two, reaching a certain level, can produce leapfrog growth.

In the Vatican, this kind of growth across huge leaps is called 'stage evolution'.

And between the first stage and the second stage, it is a key point that the contractor must be able to understand a little bit what his demons are expressing.

Sherlock has seen all these from books.

But what surprised him was that he had just become a contractor for less than a week, and his degree of compatibility had grown to this level?
"Or, it's because I brought this little guy back to hell, and then let it crawl around, build nests, breed, in short, I didn't give it too much restraint, so it was very high, just didn't want any self-esteem Treat me as someone you can rely on?

Tsk, what's the difference between this and raising a stupid pet who can only act cute? "

He probably sensed that the owner was saying that he was like a stupid pet, and that little tentacles twisted his forehead to make him even more fucking happy.

At the same time, Sherlock also felt that the other party was sending him a message again.

This message presumably means a desire to return.

"return."

Sherlock didn't quite understand the specific meaning at the first time, but he could clearly feel that this so-called 'return' would not bring any negative impact to him.

So, he smiled and nodded: "Okay, then show me, what else do you have?"

Hearing the master's words, the little tentacles rolled happily in his palm, and finally crawled back without falling.

Immediately afterwards, it shook the small tail at the end as if it was about to show its hand, and then the whole body crawled into Sherlock's palm.

Slowly.
melted into it.

Uh, although it's a little hard to describe, the small tentacle seemed to have become a state between solid and liquid, and slowly followed the sweat glands in the palm of Sherlock's palm, and got into his palm .

And during this whole process, he didn't feel the slightest bit.

"What is this doing?"

Sherlock muttered and spent a long time perceiving his body, but he didn't find any changes.

So he subconsciously took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it to his mouth, and then habitually wanted to take out the lighter;
But just when he turned his head, he was surprised to find that a slender tentacle had come to him, curling up the lighter in his pocket
"Click" sound.

The flame rose from the cotton thread soaked in fuel, and approached the cigarette obsequiously.

"."

Sherlock was silent for a while, and found that the ignition distance was just right, so he let the tentacle light the cigarette, and respectfully put the lighter back into his pocket.

"It seems that I have become a lot more sensible."

He took a beautiful breath, looked at his ever-expanding domain, and exhaled the smoke into the scorching wind of hell
Suddenly, he thought of something.

If you smoke in hell, will the cigarette disappear after returning to the real world?
If not, wouldn't I be able to save a lot of cigarette money in the future! !
The emergence of this idea made Sherlock even more excited. He happily looked at the twisted and terrifying tentacles around him, and felt a strange feeling of being surrounded and worshiped.

immediately
"Mr. Holmes?"

"Mr. Holmes, are you there?"

In the real world, a knock on the door woke him up.

"coming."

Sherlock opened his eyes in reality, took a look at the cigarettes in his pocket, found that one was missing, and unfortunately put it back, then came to the door, opened the door, and showed a The vice is still a gentleman's attitude.

"Any orders, my lord?"

(End of this chapter)