big devil holmes

Chapter 156

A tentacles reached out to Sherlock, from beyond the distant sky!
Then, slender limbs appeared beyond physical cognition, and Sherlock was rolled up
In the next second, Sherlock only felt himself bang, and his body shot straight into the sky, passing through the hot clouds, and passing through the barrier between heaven and earth!

The strong wind blew past his ears, and the fierce whistling converged into an indistinguishable buzzing sound, which seemed to be falling rapidly for a moment. This reverse weightlessness made him think that he had turned into a crazy meteor that shot straight into the sky. Its speed definitely exceeds the limit that a normal human can perceive, and at the same time, it also exceeds the limit that a human body can bear. At this speed, any flesh and blood can only be turned into scarlet blood and fly ash in an instant .

But Sherlock didn't. He didn't even feel the pain, but in an instant, he came to the vast universe, all the surrounding sounds disappeared, only the most extreme tranquility, and the surrounding darkness, dotted with Innumerable distant shining points of light.

Sherlock just floated silently like this, with a cosmic body as huge as a star on one side. When facing it, the huge scarlet pupil easily covered all of Sherlock's vision.

But he didn't suffocate due to lack of oxygen, didn't turn into a lump of ice or simply burst to death because of the sudden difference in air pressure, and he didn't turn into ashes because of the scorching sun.

On the other side, there is a planet shrouded in clouds and mist, with boiling mountains and a bloody sea, like a spore eroded by blood and corruption.

Sherlock stared blankly
In hell, he has always regarded himself as an insignificant human being. On the bloody streets of London, his thinking power presents streets, buildings, and roadside ruins.

It is impossible for him to substitute himself into the perspective of a star and look down on everything from outside the sky.

But right now, he's looking down at the planet and wondering why it's the way it is.

I even began to wonder, is the place where I am really hell?
If so, where is hell, and why does the environment in hell present a mirror image of the real world?
If not, what was it that turned this planet into what it is now? !
These questions began to circle in Sherlock's mind, but it was impossible for him to get the answer. Maybe he might know in the future, but it must be the tip of the iceberg that he could only glimpse after going through an extremely long period of cognitive baptism and accumulation of countless shocks.

That would be a feat for a human being to contemplate the world from a detached perspective. Sherlock is far, far away from that moment.

But this does not prevent him from being shocked at this moment, the moment of contemplation under this vast starry sky can already make his heart surge!

and just thought of this
He seemed to notice something suddenly, he saw an incredible thing.

A sofa chair.
He couldn't explain this phenomenon. He could see the mountains and the sea, the mountains and clouds on the planet, and he could also see a small piece of brilliance flowing on a certain continent. , that is the appearance of the tentacle that he contracted, covering the entire London.

And even the area of ​​a city is only the size of a scrap of paper under such a perspective, so a chair is impossible to see.

But at this moment, Sherlock could see that chair, the red patent leather sofa chair that he usually sat on, and it was now placed on the second floor of Building 221B, Baker Street. His sight passed through the universe, the clouds, Going straight to the sky above London, and then passing through the barrier of the building, I saw the chair clearly. Even, using this chair as a starting point, my sight was able to move slowly within the field.

What's even more incredible is that Sherlock felt that as long as he moved his mind at this moment, he could instantly sit back on that chair!

So, what happened to me?
What is this weird sun doing?
Why did it bring itself into the universe, and why did it let itself see the scarlet corrupted planet and the chair?

No one knows exactly how Sherlock's brain circuit is turning at this time, even he himself does not know, but he seems to subconsciously feel that the sun behind him is trying to send himself and his chair to the corrupt planet in front of him another place on the

As for the reason, it was because of the request just now, so it just did it!
At this point in my thoughts, suddenly, a tentacle stretched towards the planet in the dark universe. The whole process was like a huge mountain of flesh and blood that surpassed the limit of vision, roaring and poking down towards the front, but this roar But there was no substantive sound, only the huge shock at the celestial level that remained in Sherlock's heart.

Immediately, that tentacle really rolled back with a sofa chair!

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Sherlock hardly knew how to understand the picture in front of him. Anyway, a person, a chair, just suspended in the universe, looking at each other from a distance, was even a bit funny.

Fortunately, he has an astonishing receptive ability and a powerful and unconstrained style, or insane imagination.

So, his gaze flicked across the surface of the corrupted planet in front of him, and then... he saw another area, which was the location of Dean Darwin's villa, which also had its own projection in hell.

Sherlock can only see one room in the villa at this moment, but cannot observe other places. Presumably, it may be because in reality, he fell asleep in that room, so he became an anchor in hell .

So following this idea, he tried to see if he could let the tentacles put himself and the sofa down.

And follow your thoughts!
Boom!
The feeling of going straight to the sky just now struck again, but it was just the opposite. Sherlock only felt that the tentacle wrapped around him and swooped down crazily, and the distance of hundreds of millions of kilometers was crossed in an instant. Regardless of whether this method will throw away Sherlock's dinner the day before yesterday.

Fortunately, Sherlock only felt a moment of strong weightlessness, and then the tentacle gently placed himself on the sofa chair, and the sofa chair was placed in the room a step earlier. place.

The tentacles retracted. In fact, Sherlock didn't quite know how it got in. This room has a ceiling.

So he could only remain silent, trying hard to digest this strange phenomenon, and the strange feeling of seeing thousands of years just now. He compressed all of this into an instant, even with his brain, it was a bit unacceptable.

So, after an unknown amount of time, Sherlock finally exhaled slowly.

And at this moment.
"Dong Dong Dong~"

There was a knock on the door.

In reality, Sherlock opened his eyes, then walked towards the door of the room in a daze, and pushed it open.

Standing outside is Catherine.

"Sorry, I said it, I won't disturb your life.

But didn't we say yesterday that we are going to the laboratory today?How did you sleep till this hour? "

While talking, suddenly, Catherine was taken aback, looked over Sherlock's shoulder, and looked into the room.

"When did you get a sofa?" She couldn't help asking.

Sherlock turned his head and looked at the familiar sofa chair, which was placed on the angle between the bed and the window, just enough to touch a slanting sunlight and see the scenery outside the window. He was very satisfied with this position.

So I smiled happily:
“Just moved here”

(End of this chapter)