big devil holmes

Chapter 75 The Divine Comedy on Earth ([-])

"Divine Comedy".? ?
A book with a strange name is placed on the low bookshelf in front of you, but it is so attractive, because compared with other books next to it, this book uses the roughest binding line, and the pages are glowing with a certain color. The texture of a kind of leather, and the crooked title.

The title of the book doesn't look like it was written with a pen, but picked up a sharp bone, stained with the blood of an unknown creature, and randomly carved a few words like this on a piece of skin .

【god】.
There is no specific statement about what God is, is it the high holy light, the divinity possessed by the church, or the moral light of human beings that the government has been emphasizing, or some evil god?

As for 【曲】.
The word can represent drama, music, writings, poetry, or even memory.

In short, these few words with unclear meanings are put together. It can be imagined that the author of this book at that time should never have thought of finding a reader for this book, just to read or record for himself.
Of course, what attracts Sherlock is not only the rough binding and the title of the book, but also the fact that the book still maintains its original form under the scorching heat of hell, although it is still dilapidated, But it is not like other books, which will be turned into flying ash when touched.
So, Sherlock reached out and picked up the book.

It wasn't too thick, but it was surprisingly heavy. He slowly opened the cover, as if such a simple act required great strength
Immediately afterwards, his eyes fell on the terrifying words in the book
The horror here is not used to describe the scenes or stories depicted in the text, but simply refers to the text itself!

Those crooked fonts were stacked one on top of the other, all overlapping together, as if a lunatic suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, insisted on giving up reason and stuffing tens of thousands of handwriting into the same page.

As a result, those words can only be tightly next to each other, stacked on top of each other, piled up, turned into chopped limbs of corpses, stuffed between each other's disembowelled internal organs, and mixed together in a chaotic manner.

Oh no, not even sure if these are words, most likely, just some kind of crazy post-crazy doodles.
Sherlock frowned and looked at it for a while, only to feel a little dizzy. Occasionally, there would be a small gap between those dense black lines. If he glanced at it casually, he would almost fall into it.

about 5 minute passed
He finally closed the book.

It wasn't because he couldn't bear the dizziness, and it wasn't because he was afraid of being sucked away by those weird handwriting.

But simply. I don't understand.

No, it should be said that it is impossible to read at all, because these handwritings can no longer be handled with knowledge such as vision, reasoning, thinking ability, or cryptography. Let alone readers can't understand, even the author himself I definitely can't understand it, and I don't know who the person who wrote this book is, let alone what the purpose of writing this book is.

Sherlock took a deep breath, put the book back in place, and remained silent for a few minutes to ease the discomfort deep in his brain.

But he didn't walk away directly.

Because he knows the tentacles entrenched around him, these cute little guys are definitely not going to do 'just to tease you, a little bit' kind of thing, which means that there must be some kind of weirdness in this book.

But I haven't found it yet
"What is it?" He murmured with interest.

There is an old proverb in the empire called "It's rare to be confused". Sherlock has a deep understanding of this sentence, because he can deeply feel how fucking crazy it is to think too fast.

Because many questions can be solved with just a few seconds of thinking, so when you finally encounter something you are interested in, it will be consumed in an extreme time.

For example, at this moment, he thought of a possibility almost instantly.

That is. If the area I am in is the mirror plane of London, hell is the mirror plane of the whole world, and this plane is full of madness and corruption, then does the text also have a mirror image form?

Will that book also exist in the real world, and in reality, will the handwriting on this book become readable?
The moment this idea was born, Sherlock almost finalized 90% of the possibilities.

So he didn't think much about it, he just reached out and touched the small head, or the 'top' of the tentacle closest to him.

"Although I don't know what this book is, it's a good job."

Finished
In the real world, Sherlock slowly opened his eyes.

After a few hours of traveling to hell, Sherlock was full of energy, as if he had had a good night's sleep, the gray morning light had already penetrated the window, and looking at the time, it was already 7 o'clock in the morning.

He stretched, got up and put on his coat, and opened the door.

The night's cold wind froze the falling snow hard, and the road surface became a little slippery, forcing the carriages on the street to slow down. Under the less dazzling light, the few vegetation were covered with lingering Hoarfrost, like the cold slowing down the whole world.

Sherlock wrapped himself a scarf thoughtfully and walked down the stairs.

As soon as I went downstairs, I saw that the landlord, Mrs. Hudson, was also going out. She was also wearing extremely thick clothes, and the outermost layer of clothes was so stretched that the buttons couldn't be stretched, which looked very funny.

The eyes of the two naturally crossed.

"what!!!"

She screamed suddenly, covered her mouth and took a few steps back.

"what happened?"

Sherlock was taken aback, and glanced behind him, thinking that some tentacles had accidentally crawled out and were seen.

However, there is nothing behind him.

"It's nothing." Mrs. Hudson looked at Sherlock, and then patted her chest: "I don't know what happened just now, but when I saw you walking out of the shadows, I was... suddenly very scared."

"Fear?"

"Yeah, maybe it's because I haven't fully woke up yet. You also know that when the weather is cold, it is very difficult to crawl out of the bed."

She explained awkwardly, then smiled and signaled that she had to go.

"Have a good day," Sherlock said.

He knew that his landlord was going to the hospital today to look after his unconscious father.

In fact, in this era, if you lose consciousness for more than two months, you can basically assume that there is no hope of waking up. Although there is Miss Nightingale, any injury may be cured, but there is only one Nightingale, but There are tens of thousands of miserable families in the empire.

Therefore, being able to take care of an elderly person persistently and optimistically, and in the case of heavy debts. This young landlady can undoubtedly be called a person with a strong heart.

Watching Mrs. Hudson get into the public carriage, the smile on Sherlock's face disappeared suddenly.

As if he was eager to verify something, he walked quickly to the side of the street, found a shop with windows that were still clean, bent over and leaned over to use the reflection of the window, and cast his gaze deep into his pupils.

Sure enough, in the darkness, a faint red light flickered!
"Heh, it looks like the absorbed ability doesn't just apply to those little guys."

He smiled, and then tried to restrain the scarlet in his pupils.

Unexpectedly, this kind of operation that has never been done before is actually very simple to complete.

Sherlock stood up, and the cold morning wind blew, he tightened his collar again and turned to face the street.

Snow, pedestrians, fog, and distant bells and steam billowing from chimneys.

Everything seems to indicate that today will be an unusual day.

So he held out his hand and called a carriage.

"Good morning, sir, where are we going?"

"British Library."

he said politely
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