big devil holmes

Chapter 72 Little Evolution

Sherlock doesn't quite understand what "absorption" is. He can only perceive the general meaning expressed by those tentacles, but he can't communicate with each other clearly like the dialogue between humans.

For example, a kitten can express anger by baring its teeth and blowing its hair, but it can't tell the opposite cat: 'The little female cat you rode last week is my wife! '

So he could only look at the frightened gouging-eyed demon in front of him, and then at the expectant little tentacles next to him. Oh, the tentacles have no faces.

In short, he hesitated for a moment: "Okay, then I will leave it to you."

As soon as the words came out, the tentacle immediately seemed very happy, and twisted against Sherlock's cheek.

"Okay, okay~" Sherlock pushed it away helplessly.

In fact, for the demon in front of him, Sherlock didn't have any intention of trying to vent his anger by peeling off his skin. He was not some inhuman doctor.

He has always considered himself a good citizen who obeys the law.
The reason why I like to stuff prisoners into suitcases is because it is convenient to carry them. If you want to subdue a criminal, you need to see some blood, but if you carry a bloody person onto the street, no carriage will dare to carry you.

You can't carry criminals all the way to London Police Station.

So stuffing it in the box is the easiest and most practical way.

As for the demon in front of me, although it ruined my interest in the case and made me depressed for several hours, it is a demon after all, no matter how much you question it, it is impossible for it to write you an apology letter, Even it can't do anything except twist and turn.

The kind-hearted Mr. Holmes really has no interest in this kind of unilateral violence.

Simply, it's better to give it to these cute little tentacles, and by the way, you can see what they want to do.

At this point in his thoughts, hundreds of tiny tentacles surged from all directions, they were like pitch-black hairs, surrounding the little devil.

Then slowly approached, and began to get into its body.

This picture is very strange. Although these tentacles are extremely slender, even when the wind blows, they are a little rippling, but when they come into contact with the demon's body, they can easily penetrate into them; In an instant, the gouging-eyed demon almost suddenly felt as if he had suffered indescribable pain, and began to desperately struggle, or convulse.

This made Sherlock involuntarily think of the tentacle that descended from the sky and came from the evil sun far away from the universe not long ago. At that time, it inserted into the head of a carrion dog, and the carrion dog seemed to behave Out of this kind of pain beyond the limit of reason.

Of course, it is impossible for individuals to empathize with each other, so Sherlock only saw the crazy trembling of the demon in front of him, and then he saw the second, third, and an unknown number of tentacles began to move. It drills into the body.

There are more and more and denser, as if thousands of spider webs are intertwined in a 360-degree three-dimensional manner, and that little devil is the common center point of all spider webs.

During this period, I don't know what kind of torture this poor little guy has suffered. Anyway, all its legs and limbs are now open and trembling. It may have collapsed rationally, but obviously, all this is not over yet.

Because those tentacles began to wriggle and suck slowly, sucking the body of the little devil in the middle into the thinnest and thinnest flesh and blood juice.

If Watson was here and saw this torture-like scene, he would definitely look at these little tentacles approvingly.

After about one cigarette, the little devil's body gradually shriveled until it turned into a shell, and then the tentacles scattered one after another, falling to the ground with a bang, and all the tissues inside were sucked out. It was clean, and flew far away when the wind blew, and finally hit a few tentacles that were entangled, and was swallowed by a conditioned reflex, and disappeared without a trace.

Sherlock frowned. Obviously, these tentacles had demonstrated to themselves what 'absorption' meant in a practical way.

But after absorbing it, will these little guys change?

Soon, the surrounding 'dark tide' collectively gave Sherlock a reward.

Feedback roughly means 'fear'.

Meanwhile, in another location in Hell, a place about five blocks away from Sherlock.

There is the most obvious area where the expansion is hindered. As I said before, a large number of demons with spiked shells gather here, occupying half of the street. These demons look like turtles. With thick limbs and a small head that is almost retracted into the body, they usually don't move much, and they just pile up and lie on the ground.

And in the field... it's even more immobile.

But not moving does not mean that they are not annoying, these guys do not obediently become the nourishment of the tentacles, and can also defend and counterattack in a way similar to instinct, as long as they are close, they will shoot very sharp spikes from the shell. If it is, these spikes will stir quickly.

As a result, the carrion dogs couldn't find a place to bite, and the tentacles couldn't find a place to burrow into them.

This embarrassing situation has been going on for days with no progress.

And at this moment.
A burst of intensive running sound suddenly came from a distance.

I saw a few carrion dogs running wildly in this direction
The carapace-covered demon crawling on the ground shrank back into the shell again. This scene has been played out countless times, but the result is always the same.

Those carrion dogs would growl in this direction, and their tentacles would crawl around, but to no avail.

This result will continue forever.
However, this group of demons didn't have much wisdom, they only knew how to lie on their stomachs, so they didn't notice that the carrion dogs were getting closer and closer to them, and they didn't notice that there was an inexplicable light in the depths of their pupils. red rays.

Fear, unconsciously, ready to move
Meanwhile, in the real world.

Several police officers finally opened the door of the steam train.

The blood and the filth in the intestines had been covered for most of the night, and they had perfectly blended into a suffocating smell, which rushed out the moment the door was opened, so that the police officers outside could spit it out.

And in the next second, the shocking scene inside the carriage was nakedly presented to everyone.

The white intestines were torn into sections and collapsed on the ground. The sticky feces inside dripped out and soaked with the surrounding blood, showing a strange color that made the scalp tingle. The two corpses Slumped on the seat, all the convulsed faces were looking up at the roof of the carriage, and the eyeballs responsible for looking up had long since disappeared, and three bloody holes had been formed with the mouth torn apart by pain.
"vomit----"

Finally, some people couldn't help the churning in their stomachs, and started to vomit while holding the car body.

"Hurry up and contact the Whitethorn Security Company.!"

(End of this chapter)