big devil holmes

Chapter 69 is better.
After 2 minutes, the gas lamp in the small shop flickered a few times, and then lit up.

Andrew sat quietly on the chair behind the counter, his eyes still full of horror, but it was completely different from the horror that erupted after being suppressed just now.

Instead, I felt a little bewildered, or at a loss.

The door of the small shop was less than three meters away from him. It wasn't locked, it was just ajar, and he could rush out with just one jump.

However, he didn't have the slightest thought of fleeing.

Now for himself, there are some good news and some bad news.

The good news is that he appears to be out of the clutches of that brutal demon for a while.

The bad news is that he was found by a more terrifying human being.

The good news is: after he was found, he did not die.

The bad news: he doesn't know if being alive is a good thing.

Anyway, he can only sit on a chair in this clothing store now, trying to force himself not to be so flustered, and by the way, he has to pray that the wet smell in his crotch will not seep out, so as not to offend that person not happy.

Oh, by the way, that man's name was Holmes, and he even introduced himself politely.

Just as he thought of this, there was a sound of footsteps. Andrew looked in the direction of the sound, and then saw a figure walking towards him in a place where the lights were not turned on. The blurred outline seemed to merge with the darkness, as if The evil spirit approaching step by step.

"I'm sorry, the owner of this store looks like a pauper at first glance. There is no tea or coffee, but fortunately there is still some hot water."

Saying that, Sherlock's figure walked out of the darkness, and he saw a glass of water in each of his hands, took a sip by himself, and then handed over another glass.

Andrew felt that everything was very wrong. After the bloody and terrifying scenes just now, this guy actually poured himself a glass of water?

What's even more absurd is that he actually picked it up and said, "Thank you."

All right, he doesn't dare to think of anything now, he can do whatever the other party asks him to do, even if there is some kind of poison in this cup, there is no other way but to drink it.

So he also took a sip gently, trying not to let his trembling teeth touch the cup.

"what's your name?"

"Andrew." He was very glad that he could remember his name now.

"Oh, not a bad name." Sherlock said, "So, that guy is your contract demon?"

"Yes." He replied hastily.

"Haha." Sherlock looked very interested: "Then can you please tell me about the things between you?"

"Of course!"

Andrew immediately responded, because the man in front of him spoke too politely, and he was afraid that the other party would say something like 'otherwise I'll tie you to a steam pipe as a living pancake'.

He quickly recounted the whole thing with the clearest voice and the fastest tone he could make at the moment.

In fact, all this is not too unbelievable.

The general process is that Andrew is a devout believer. Not long ago, he finally got a chance to participate in the canonization ceremony. After that, he also smoothly possessed his own contract demon.

It was something worth celebrating, but something went wrong gradually. Andrew found that all the abilities of his contract demon needed to use fear as energy, otherwise it would be a waste.

I have been devoutly worshiping the Holy Light since I was 7 years old, and I finally got a place as a contractor at the age of 19, but I got a waste, who can bear this.

So...he started using 'critter cruelty' to fuel his demons.

Although it is very inhumane, but every time he picks mice or wild dogs to kill them, he tells himself that this can be regarded as killing harm for the people.

After a period of time like this, everything went smoothly at first, but as he tortured and killed more and more small animals, the fear and discomfort in his heart became more and more intense. Finally, one day, he found that he seemed to be out of control That contract demon.

Not only was he uncontrollable, but because of his own fear, the other party was able to control him in turn.

This kind of situation is very rare in the circle of contractors, but Andrew's contracted creature is indeed very special, and he himself is too cowardly, anyway, all kinds of reasons combine to make him a slave of his own contracted demon .

Since then, the lamprey-like thing has been abusing Andrew, poking bloody holes in his face and body, even tightening his body and sucking out his eyes , using him as a source of nourishment for his fear.

And forced him to torture and kill other humans for himself.
This is the source of the 'gouging-eyed demon' until today when she meets Sherlock.

After listening to the young man's narration, Sherlock also nodded: "Well, it's similar to what I thought. It's a story of a coward being enslaved by the devil in reverse. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to belittle you."

"It's okay. You can say whatever you want about me." Andrew quickly explained, and added in his heart: "Just don't do anything."

Sherlock leaned against the wall: "In this way, you are also an accomplice."

"Ah?!" Andrew was taken aback. He didn't dare to say much at first, but the ghost knew what the man in front of him was going to do to him, so he quickly mustered up his courage and said, "I, I, I am also a victim, forced by that guy My, I am innocent!!"

"Don't be so nervous. The people you killed were all innocent. These days, innocence is not a reason to escape sanctions. There are too many innocent people locked up in the cell. You have killed a few more or less." Well, it’s much better than those who took advantage of it.”

Andrew was stunned, his tone seemed to be comforting when he heard this, but why was it so awkward.

"That."

"Don't worry, I will send you to a professional to deal with. You may be imprisoned for decades, or you may be executed directly, but no matter what, it is better than you continuing to be that guy's slave, right? .”

Sherlock's consolation was still awkward, but the young man in front of him was silent for a while, exhaled slowly, and really didn't say anything more.

Seeing that the other party had calmed down, Sherlock said with satisfaction: "Very well, then I wish you a better result when you stand trial;

Next, I have to deal with your ignorant contract demon. "

Andrew heard this, slightly dazed: "But, it has already escaped back to hell."

And the man in front of him smiled and patted him on the shoulder:

"Don't worry, young man, it's easier to escape back to hell..."

(End of this chapter)