Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock stood quietly behind the window, not knowing what expression to put on for a moment.

Two void cracks?

This is impossible, because one person knows that each contractor can only have one demon.

Even if Lord Dante is a contractor who has reached the fourth stage, an existence that stands at the pinnacle of individual power in the empire and even in the entire history, he can still only summon one demon.

No one can open two void cracks! !

Just like there cannot be two suns in the sky.

However, as the second void crack appeared, another corpse dog walked out of it.

As a result, Sherlock could only remain silent, watching the two small demons standing in the shadows like military drills from a street away.

One is a carrion dog, and the other is also a carrion dog.

In fact, at this moment, Sherlock still had a little doubt. After all, this matter was contrary to common sense, so in order to make sure that these two dogs were his contracted devils, he also deliberately let one of the dogs He lifted up his hind legs and peed on the other one.

The carrion dog seems to have no bladder, or the bladder is rotten, or this hellish creature does not need to urinate at all. But its hind legs do make a lifting motion to urinate.

"Well - it seems they are all mine." He muttered, falling into some kind of thought.

It has to be said that as a detective, Sherlock can always pick out the most convincing answer from all kinds of weird information, so it only took him less than half a second to give him the answer. A very convincing reason has been found for this phenomenon.

That is, theoretically speaking, these two dogs are not their own contract demons.

My own demon is still the same tentacle, but the tentacles can occupy the bodies of other demons and forcibly give the element of 'controllability' to the possessed demons.

So what exactly are those tentacles?

With his thoughts at this point, he almost instantly thought of the sun hanging in the sky with terrifying tentacles all over it.

For the time being, he simply couldn't imagine what kind of existence the sun was.

Is it a celestial body?

Or some kind of life?

It seems to be the latter. After all, it has such a thing as "eyes", so what is it doing hanging in the sky? What are you looking at? Does it have wisdom? Can we communicate?

Countless puzzles began to stir up in Sherlock's mind uncontrollably again. This desire to explore unknown things made him smile uncontrollably.

"Hahaha, that's really interesting."

A man, standing alone in the room, burst out laughing like this for no reason, looking quite nervous. Fortunately, the landlady, Mrs. Hudson, was not here, otherwise Sherlock would probably be kicked out.

"Take your time, take your time; puzzles are like women's clothes. It's fun to peel them off piece by piece." He waved his hand a few times in front of him, making a gesture of playing the violin, but then When I thought that my violin had been scrapped due to some unlucky robber, I had no choice but to put my hand down.

Then, he forced himself to focus on the two demons in front of him.

After a few simple experiments, Sherlock clearly detected that these two demons must only be able to move within the domain.

Because once they reach the edge of the field, they will automatically start to wander and will never take a step forward, and the instructions they give that can cause them to "step out of the field" tend to be invalid.

Even if he wanted to use some opportunistic methods, such as "letting one dog knock another dog out", it would not work.

But the good news is that in any corner of his own field, Bu Lun can bring the Contract Demon's operational sense to the highest level, and it is not affected by distance at all.

I have tried it before, and I can clearly give instructions to the demons in the field from a few kilometers away. And the special perception in the field, after being transformed by Sherlock's powerful calculation and thinking construction, can even Completely replaces the 'visual' element.

"It seems that if you want to give your demons a larger space to move around, the first priority is to expand. Well, then, the next goal is to occupy the entire Baker Street first."

In this way, Sherlock tinkered with the two dogs for a while, then ordered them to return to the crack in the void. At the same time, he sat on the sofa in the room and slowly closed his eyes.

A few minutes later, when he opened his eyes again, the scorching sand from hell and the smell of blood all around him had hit his face.

When he left last time, in order to prevent the dog and the tentacles from being locked in the room, Sherlock deliberately left the door unlocked.

It is precisely because the door is open that the wind from hell can easily blow in. After a whole night, the furniture and floor in the room have been given a unique rusty and dilapidated feel.

Although it looks visually outdated, this feeling makes Sherlock very comfortable, and he has the feeling that his own domain is integrating into the entire hell.

But at this moment, he didn't have time to savor this feeling carefully.

Because he has been attracted by the group of things in front of him.

It was a polymer composed of countless tentacles, entrenched on the floor in front of me!

Sherlock didn't know how to describe that thing, but he knew that that thing should have been the corpse of a carrion dog not long ago.

The last time I left the dreamland, a total of three rotten dogs were restrained in my domain. One of them was drilled into the brain by the tentacles and assimilated into a demon that could be summoned. Judging from the experiment just now in the real world, The other one should have been assimilated in the same way.

As for the last one, the one in front of me now, it was obvious that the tentacles had not assimilated it.

Instead, it was extremely cruel, burrowed into its body, and then carried out some kind of incubation.

Now, this corpse has become a nest of countless tentacles. Those dark, wriggling tentacles wrap it up, moving in and out of the mouth, eyes, and the bloody holes drilled on the corpse.

These tentacles were independent of each other, but seemed to be able to fuse together like sticky mud. They crawled out of the corpse, crawled through the occupied areas, and came to the long street of hell.

Sherlock looked at these terrifying things surrounding him, but he didn't feel any fear in his heart. He just stood up curiously, walked out of the room, walked up the steps, and then stood in the wind of hell, his long clothes making a rustling sound when they were blown by. .

He looked around the long street.

A scene more shocking than hell itself unfolded before his eyes.