Both Mary and Wickham were locked in a bloody prison.

As "Blackwood's chosen bride," Mary was treated a little better than Wickham, and she was thrown into a clean cell by guards wearing strange masks and wrapping her body.Compared with Wickham, who almost fell on the broken body, at least the floor and walls of the cell were clean.

Blackwood whispered something to the guards, then turned and left without looking back.

"Mary...Miss Mary?!"

Until this time, Wickham was still out of the situation. He was completely frightened. When he realized that he was in the same room with countless corpses, he screamed, and then threw himself on the iron fence as if seeing a savior. Shouted tremblingly: "What's the matter, Miss Mary, Sir Blackwood and I are friends."

As he spoke, he grabbed the iron fence and said to the guards who described him strangely: "I am friends with Sir Blackwood, you can't treat me like this, let me out!"

"you shut up!"

Mary shouted angrily: "Haven't you noticed that you have fallen into the magic den, Wickham. If they can let you out, what are they going to do with you?"

"What, what magic cave?" Wickham still didn't respond.

Thinking about it carefully, he is also unlucky enough.Obviously, it was rare to show kindness back then, and saved Blackwood's life in the tavern.Unexpectedly, the well-dressed jazz turned out to be a fanatical cult leader after tearing off the face of the "noble man".

Although Wickham was hateful, in Mary's eyes, he was far from being so hateful that he would die on some strange altar, be reduced to a sacrifice like pigs and cows to be slaughtered.

The normally handsome and considerate young man now looks so embarrassed and frightened.Put it before, in a place where the sun can shine, and Mary will politely say a few words of comfort.but now……

She closed her eyes, and Dawson's image of rolling and struggling on the ground seemed to be engraved in her mind and could not be dispelled.

Why is it so.

Mary could hardly control her tears. She raised her head to suppress the tears in her eyes, quickly wiped the corners of her eyes, and tried to maintain a calm voice: "Blackwood is trying to use the cult to achieve ulterior secrets, Holmes Mr. has been investigating him for a long time, and today you and I have fallen into his hands."

"F-fall into his hand," Wickham swallowed, "Well, then what?"

"He intends to take you as a sacrifice, and then use me to summon the gods he believes in."

"Sacrifice—what sacrifice, what does he want to do with me?"

Mary looked at him coldly: "Look at the 'inmates' around you, don't you understand?"

Wickham yelled.

"No! No, no, no, Miss Mary, you have to save me! You have to save me!"

His hands stretched out from the iron fence, and he struggled desperately across the corridor as if he wanted to grab Mary: "I don't want to die, Miss Mary, you have to save me!"

Who will save whom? !

If she had the ability, would Mary still be sitting here?

Her heart was heavy, and she had no intention of continuing to speak to Wickham.Seeing that Mary didn't answer, Wickham panicked completely. He yelled in the cage, frantically trying to attract the attention of the guards.

And such harassment does work.

Not long after, several guards came over from a dark corner. They reopened Wickham's cage, completely ignored his threats and struggles, and dragged him out of the prison together.

The door on the first floor was opened and closed again, and in the whole room, except for the guard who didn't know if it was human, only Mary was alive.

The surrounding area was eerily quiet.

Mary took a deep breath and tried her best to suppress the grief in her heart.

Blackwood confessed everything, and the information contained in it was huge enough for Mary to digest slowly. First of all, all Sir's courteousness and politeness were just playful, and his purpose was only to cheat his trust and love so as to achieve his goal ;Secondly, he said the gods he believed in, but Mary didn't know them.

But now, it doesn't matter anymore.

On the contrary... the message that Dawson repeatedly emphasized before his death made Mary feel heartbroken, but also strengthened her belief: she could not give up.

She dared to step into the stairs behind the mechanism because of Mr. Holmes' promise.And Sherlock Holmes kept her promise, she was not fighting alone, and the detective sent Irish workers to protect her secretly.

Thinking of Dawson's words before his death, Mary's eyes couldn't help turning red again.

Mary is not afraid of death, she is not afraid of dead bodies and all kinds of symbolic images that may invite associations with death.But this does not mean that Mary can remain indifferent when her friend, the person who has a sincere heart and tried her best to protect her, dies.

She is so useless, if she has learned a little bit, even a little bit of shooting, it will not let Blackwood walk out of the underground prison intact.

Thinking of this, she touched the gun and dagger tied to her thigh through the hem of her skirt.

He didn't draw out his weapon at the altar before because of the disparity in strength between himself and Blackwood.Even if she had a gun, Mary hadn't received any special training. Taking out a gun in such a short distance would be meaningless except for being taken away like a fire pocket.

The same goes for daggers.

Although she carries two weapons, Mary knows she only has one chance to use them.Blackwood and his minions would not give themselves a second reaction time to draw another weapon.

and so……

She has to seize the moment.

Mary sat quietly in the prison for a whole day.

During this period, the guards hiding in the darkness brought food and clean water.Mary didn't have any appetite in the foul-smelling environment, not to mention she was afraid that Blackwood would poison the food.

For the purpose of preserving her strength, Mary only ate undamaged fruits.It was not until the next night that the prison door was opened.

Blackwood stood at the gate, looked at Mary coldly, and waved to the guards.

Several guards came over with kerosene lamps.

When she saw the lamp clearly, Mary held her breath almost immediately—they lit this lamp next to Dawson yesterday, and it contained the drug powder of the devil's heel.

She reacted promptly, covering her mouth and nose with her sleeve almost as the guards ignited the powder.This brought Blackwood a look of disgust: "Catch her out!"

"What are you doing?!"

Mary stood up, trying to elude the guards, but to no avail.Two guards dragged Mary to the kerosene lamp.

Unprepared, Mary was pushed directly to the edge of the smoke after the devil's heel was burned by the guards.The unbearable stench rushed straight into the nostrils, making Mary cough uncontrollably.

"Pull her to the corridor," Blackwood said in a merciless voice. "The ritual is about to begin. After dealing with her, we will deal with the sacrifice."

Damn.

Mary was so dizzy from the choking that she felt that the world was spinning.

The guards dragged her out of the cage and dragged her a long way.Mary never thought that the effect of the devil's heel would work so quickly, she almost lost the ability to judge time and space when her feet stepped out of the prison hall.Mary didn't know how long and how far she had been dragged, and by the time she realized it, she had been thrown to the ground.

The cold ground made Mary wake up suddenly.

Everything is an illusion.

Before opening her eyes, Mary reached for her own dagger, took a deep breath, and raised her head.

As Blackwood said, Mary was lost in a long corridor.

There was darkness in front of her eyes, and the guard who dragged her to the corridor was gone, and she was the only one in the dark and oppressive scene.Mary tried to stand up against the wall, but she soon realized that the floor was twisting and tilting under her feet, making it difficult to stand on.

Damn!

It's all an illusion.

Mary warned herself again.

However, she tried several times to stand upright but failed, so she had to move forward cautiously while leaning on the wall.It wasn't until Mary got used to the darkness without any light that she realized that the seemingly closed corridor was actually very long.

There was no light, no wind, the atmosphere was oppressive, and there was less water vapor in the air than in the cage. The stench and rotten smell were gone, but the seemingly endless darkness made Mary feel even more terrifying.

What she was afraid of was... what sound?

Mary turned her head immediately, and her back was empty, without any human or living beings.But in Mary's ears, she clearly heard the rustling sound of worms crawling, and the almost inaudible sound of mucus falling to the ground.

Is it those bugs?

Recalling the scene she saw at the altar, Mary only felt chills.

She walked forward, human legs are always faster than worms, but the rustling sound behind her became more and more urgent and closer, and when she was within walking distance, Mary whimpered and closed her eyes tightly Waiting for the worms to arrive, but nothing.

It's an illusion!

Mary repeated inwardly for the third time.

However, even so, when she opened her eyes again, she was still frightened by the scene in front of her and fell to the ground.

eye.

There are eyes everywhere.

It's not just as simple as the "eyes" left by the worms in the altar after shedding their bodies. When Mary opened her eyes, there were eyes everywhere in her field of vision. The dark environment became colorful, and countless clinging to the The walls, the floor, the ceiling, and even the eyes floating in the air turned around in front of Mary.

The sound of worms wriggling came from behind again, another wave, and there was another timbre faintly amidst the wriggling sound.The sound was monotonous and calm, like... a flute.

Something is coming.

"Do not……"

Mary's voice almost shifted in horror.She took a few steps back, the sound made the voice behind her pause, and then became urgent and urgent.There are countless shadows shaking in the colorful sight.Shadows of people, insects, and even more indescribable objects changed colors violently on the wall.

These are all hallucinations.

Even after repeatedly admonishing herself, Mary still couldn't restrain the fear in her heart.The thing was getting closer and she couldn't, she couldn't—

Just before Mary was on the verge of collapse, her visual system, which had lost the norm of reality, suddenly went black.

A dry, thin palm blocked Mary's view.

"Don't look."

At that moment, the inexplicable tone suddenly disappeared.

When the human temperature covered Mary's eyelids, all the frightening sounds instantly became a long and elegant classical music. one of them.

Mary felt as if she had heard this piece somewhere.

"Who is it?" She asked nervously.

The people behind did not answer.

Or he answered, it's just that Mary, who is deeply hallucinated, cannot manipulate her hearing normally.She only felt that the tune next to her ears changed and became cold and stable.She licked her lips, and there was a faint taste of tobacco in her mouth.

Tobacco smell?

Mary realized the identity of the visitor almost immediately.

Her voice was almost trembling: "Mr. Holmes?"

It was Sherlock Holmes.

Although Mary couldn't hear the answer, even though she couldn't communicate with him in hallucinations, when she tasted the smell of tobacco, her mind suddenly relaxed.

"It's you," murmured Mary, "it's you, sir."

Then she couldn't support her body anymore, and fell directly into the arms of the person behind her.

It was him, and Mary Bennet would never have mistaken Holmes herself.All senses seemed to clear up after she was sure of this—her eyes were covered by the detective's hand, and Mary could not see those terrible eyes, which calmed her down.After the panic, the familiar voice passes through the reassuring tune, as clear as the light tearing through layers of dark shadows.

"it's me."

Sherlock Holmes took Mary in his arms: "Are you all right, Miss Mary?"

Mary: "I see."

Holmes frowned: "What?"

Mary: "What did you feel in the hallucinations at the devil's heels."

No wonder Sherlock Holmes subtly changes the subject after mentioning the word synaesthesia.At that time, her hand fell on Holmes, and now that Holmes' hand is touching her skin, Mary finally understands what the so-called "synaesthesia" is like.

The palm that blocks the line of sight blocks all indescribable things.

Mary felt as if she was completely surrounded by Sherlock Holmes himself—the taste of tobacco in her mouth, the reassuring classical music in her ears, and his palms on Mary's eyelids. After her senses were infinitely magnified, she could almost feel Feel the throbbing sound of the detective's veins flowing.

He was everywhere, heard, smelled, tasted and touched, every sound, every breath, every inch of skin bore the brand of Holmes.

After her words landed softly, Holmes did not answer.

But Mary could feel his breathing slowing slightly, and the music in her ears becoming extremely soft.

"Then," said Holmes, "you have heard it too."

"What?" Mary asked.

"music."

"what……"

The long classical music is almost a whisper of love, it is always changing, Mary always feels that she has heard it before, but it is so strange.

"I hear it," she answered softly, "but the tunes are so loose that I don't recognize them. . . . You hear definite tunes, don't you, sir?"

Holmes: "Yes."

Mary: "So, what did you hear?"

Holmes: "Brahms."

Brahms composed so many moving movements, how could this sentence satisfy Mary's curiosity.So she asked again: "Which one is it?"

Holmes made no reply.

His other hand held Mary's waist: "It's urgent, Miss Mary."

Detectives then helped her up from the ground.His thin chest pressed tightly against Mary's back, and Holmes' breath blew over Mary's head.

That was so reassuring.

Not just the breath of the living, the sign of life, but also... Sherlock Holmes himself.

"The space in the corridor is airtight. We have to leave here to alleviate the effects of the medicine," Holmes emphasized. "I need your help, Miss Mary."

"Need my help?"

"I'll let go," he said, "and let you reopen your eyes. Whatever you see, please relay it to me."

"it is good."

"as well as……"

"gentlemen?"

Holmes hesitated for a moment, then said, "Whatever you see, Miss Mary, I am here."

Mary curled her lips.

When Holmes removed his palm, she opened her eyes fearlessly.

It is still colorful scenes and uncomfortable pictures that fall into the sight.Mary took a breath and stabilized her mind: "I see a lot of eyes."

Holmes: "..."

The detective behind her kept holding her waist, and he was silent for a moment after hearing Mary's report.

"Go forward, Miss Mary," he said, "you see the worm in the altar, don't you?"

"Yes."

Mary knew that Holmes was trying to help her to divert her attention, so that the scene before her was not so daunting.

This works great.Although she could hear the music in her ears struggling with the eerie sound of the flute, the presence of Holmes, and the awareness of his presence, made everything less terrifying.

"How did you get in here, sir?" she asked.

"I have sneaked into the altar from the underground waterway," Holmes replied. "Blackwood's men have taken Wickham to the altar, and we cannot return."

The study is not good either, but he went directly to his house, wouldn't it be self-inflicted.

Therefore, since Blackwood left her in this corridor, it proved that there was an exit at the end of the corridor.

Mary probably understood what Holmes was thinking, and thought she had mentioned Wickham...

"Dawson," Mary said with difficulty, "Dawson... I'm sorry, sir."

Holmes made no reply.

"gentlemen?"

The sound of the flute in her ear suddenly rose, and Mary panicked. In an instant, she seemed to lose contact with the real world again.

"gentlemen!"

She turned her head and stretched out her hand subconsciously in confusion: "Sherlock!"

"--I am here."

Sherlock Holmes took her hand.

Passing through the darkness, fingers joined each other, the sound of the flute was overwhelmed by the movement again.Mary didn't dare to think about any sad things any more, she bit the bullet and started walking again.

Every step is so difficult, every step seems to step into an endless abyss.

But Mary is no longer afraid, someone is supporting her, this person is Sherlock Holmes.

The corridor was dark and lengthy. Mary didn't know how long they had been walking. As early as the moment the devil's heel took effect, she completely lost the concept of time.At the moment when she was about to lose patience, a solid wall appeared in front of Mary.

"There is no way," she said in shock. "Is it an illusion? There is a wall in front of me."

"Not a hallucination."

Holmes said, "Mary, look carefully. What's on the wall?"

Eyes, still eyes.

The contrast is extremely high, as if the colorful lines of inferior film are full of eyeballs of different sizes and shapes.Those eyeballs trembled and blinked uncontrollably, they were always staring at Mary.

Mary really didn't want to look at them more than once if she could.But she still suppressed the discomfort and raised her head.

The texture of this wall was different from the others, and Mary could see the drawn lines in it.It's not a worm, it's not a hallucination, it should be a self-contained picture on the wall.

She looked up and down, and finally found something unusual.

Among these "eyes", one does not move.

Mary took a deep breath, then held out her hand.

She ran her hand through the eyes—the illusion of touch was so real, as if Mary's skin had actually squeezed through countless sticky eyeballs, and she grabbed one of them.

When the true and the false are confused and the false and the real are reversed, Mary doesn't know what she has caught in reality.But when she touched the immobile eyeball, she felt as if she was back on the mysterious sculpture in front of Blackwood's study. Like last time, she grabbed the back of the sculpture and turned it lightly.

An exit was turned in the middle of the wall.

The icy wind blew against Mary's face, and the steamy air was almost bone-chilling.Mary trembled, and subconsciously wanted to take a step: "It's the exit!"

"and many more."

But Holmes dragged Mary back.

She fell back into the man's arms.The detective lowered his head: "We will move forward after the effect of the medicine wears off."

Mary turned around.

She couldn't see him, what Mary saw was a "human" shape tightly wrapped by various lines and eyes, and she could truly feel the existence of Sherlock Holmes only after she closed her eyes.

But the medicinal effect of the devil's heel will be slowly excreted from the body with breathing.

Under the fresh air and cold wind, Mary tried her best to take every breath well. Every time she exhaled foul air, she would open her eyes and take a look. The hallucinations of those messy and crazy demons disappeared bit by bit, and the figures in front of her eyes also disappeared. Bit by bit, the true colors are revealed.

The face of Sherlock Holmes gradually became clear as if it had broken through the cocoon.

No one spoke during this process.

The hallucinations are gone, and so is the synaesthesia.

The sound of the flute and the melodious classical movement disappeared, and the smell of tobacco in the mouth disappeared.Mary's eyes brightened again, and they looked at each other in the darkness. Before Mary could speak, Holmes said first, "You can move on."

"What should I do next?"

Mary lowered her head, the dagger in her hand had been thrown into the corridor at some point.

There were guns, and Mary didn't think she had the courage to go all over again.

Holmes loosened his grip on her waist and palm, and the detective took half a step back to distance himself from her.

"Next," he replied, "leave it to me."

The author has something to say: Synaesthesia is used here!No prizes to guess which piece of Brahms the old man heard at the time, the next chapter will reveal

What did Mary see in the hallucination? Curious girls can search for pictures on Baidu "Google deepdream", which is basically the style of painting.So it is Mary who will perform a wild dance for everyone (Mary: Is qaq a real mother!!)

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