Sherlock held the gold-encrusted rose pocket watch, a little hesitant.

It's late at night, and it's silent. Even if there are any uninvited guests in the "mirror world", this time is too inappropriate.

"I'm not afraid, I'm thinking from the bottom of my heart, and I think things won't be so simple......"

Sherlock comforted himself.

With this idea in mind, Sherlock was somewhat resistant to reciting this ancient phrase in the face of the dense fog and words on the mirror on the inside of his pocket watch.

Perhaps sensing Sherlock's hesitation, the murmur that had been silent in his spirit rippled like a tide again, and then became turbulent and unstoppable.

Sherlock couldn't bear such a violent infestation at all, and the resonance in his spirit eliminated his hesitation, and he began to murmur in his mouth:

"The old Creator was, the old Creator is now, and the Old Creator will always be ......"

With the end of the syllable of the last word.

Darkness reigned in front of Sherlock's eyes.

The air became viscous, cold, deep, and distant......

Still the same familiar feeling, Sherlock calmed down and became erratic, as if rising in the vastness of space.

A vast and magnificent boundless realm began to appear in front of me.

He sat on a huge bronze chair that looked like a royal throne. It's like a monarch descending and looking at the neatly arranged "mirrors" around him.

Countless "mirrors" are suspended in layers around the bronze seats, surrounded by an eerie but tranquil fog.

There was a mirror on it, and the fog on it was beginning to dissipate. Then there was a blurred shadow, which gradually became clear.

"Huh?!"

This time, the "world in the mirror" experience is different.

Sherlock saw the image on the "mirror" in advance.

"Pointy-eared black cat?"

At this moment, in front of his eyes, on the "mirror" that was gradually approaching, the pointy-eared pure black kitten that caused trouble appeared.

"Why it? Could it also enter the world? ”

Sherlock was puzzled.

At this time, when the "mirror" approached Sherlock, the sharp-eared black cat in the mirror actually began to deform strangely.

It's like a cat, slowly turning into a woman.

The first is the elongation, anthropomorphism, and graceful curves of the cat-like body, which slowly stand up from the squatting position.

Then there are straight calves, round thighs, a slender waist, a full and terrifying movement, a slender neck, a delicate face, and long black hair fluttering like a waterfall......

Sherlock watched the whole time, turning from shock to silence......

He didn't dare to speak, because the other party "didn't leave a piece of armor"......

。。。

"Ah......h

The sharp-eared black cat wanted to cry out for help, but infinite light burst out in front of her, and the dense fog and light intertwined like a whirlpool, swallowing and attracting her in an instant, and falling into an unknown space.

When her vision was clear, looking at the vast and grand scene in front of her, she immediately trembled with shock.

At the same time, she felt like she had been confronted with such a vast and terrifying infinite space. But in the memory is a blind spot, unable to remember.

She stood in the eternal darkness at the moment, the starry sky in front of her, blooming with endless threads of light, like thousands of floating "tentacles".

In the depths of the starry sky, thousands of rays of light surround the center, and it is a huge and magnificent "pupil" with closed eyes.

The "pupils" like pillars of the starry sky exude vast power.

"The Eye of True Creation!"

The black cat had never seen anything like it.

But she also knew in her heart that this was the gift of the legendary "Old Creator", which came from the body of the Creator and represented the truth of all things. There is nothing hidden from the truth or the false.

"Why do I know this?"

"This knowledge exists in my heart, but I can't remember it!"

The black cat is tormented by horror and amazement.

Suddenly, her body changed, and her cat form changed to human form.

"Huh?! Will I be able to recover?! ”

The black cat was not only not frightened, but ecstatic.

She knew she was a nineteen-year-old woman, but she was confined to the form of a cat. No matter how much she tried to change, she couldn't lift the bondage.

But at this moment, her confinement disappeared and began to recover.

Time is just a short moment.

The black cat has completely transformed into a graceful and bewitching woman, and every inch of her skin seems to glow, exuding a unique seductive charm.

"Ah, this is my essence, so my name is 'Brooke'!"

"What a beautiful body! What a beautiful name! ”

"I was finally freed from bondage and confinement. Praise to all great immortal beings! Praise be to my friends, my enemies, all my knowledge and my unknown......"

Brooke whispered incoherently and frantically.

She didn't know what she was talking about, just an outlet of joy.

"Ah......h

But then she screamed.

Because at this moment, she found that under the "Eye of True Creation", a huge bronze throne suddenly appeared, and there was actually a majestic figure sitting on it!

"Hiss......"

Brooke trembled violently, and on her fingertips, a lens emerged, then melted, becoming a part of her fingertips, and a strange fog swirled around.

"Is this a historical projection of the old Creator?!"

"Why did the Eye of Real Creation and the projection of history appear at the same time?"

Brooke felt dizzy and her heart pounded. She could no longer stand and fell to the ground respectfully and submissively.

At the moment of worship, she found that her beautiful carcass was undisguised, and she couldn't help but feel shy and more nervous and panicked.

"Blasphemy...... I'm blaspheming the great immortal being......"

At the same time that she was extremely panicked, a mysterious and distant voice sounded in her ears:

"What do you want to know?"

She desperately tried to keep herself calm and composed, but she also knew that when faced with the "True Eye of Creation", when entering the realm of great and immortal legends, all knowledge and unknown could be answered.

"I pray for the restoration of lost memories, the permanent lifting of the source of physical confinement, and the answer to all this...... I'm willing to pay whatever it takes to be under your gaze! ”

......

Sherlock looked at the "mirror" in front of him.

The black cat's transformative woman bows down in a bewitching posture and looks very calm.

"Is she a human or a cat? Is it an outlier that I don't know about? ”

"She seems familiar with this place? Is it my delusion? ”

While Sherlock was muttering in his heart, the black cat's transformed woman, in a reverent and respectful tone, uttered a prayer.

"Recovering your memory? Did she have amnesia? ”

"Still want to be released from physical confinement permanently? That is, she is human, but she is bound by a cat form? ”

Sherlock listened, but he was helpless.

"That's a good question...... It's a pity I can't do it......"

"Besides, aren't you asking too much? The first two times we came, there was no ...... like you"

Sherlock complained in his heart and remained silent.

Since there is nothing you can do, choose from your heart and face it in silence.

It's this awkward moment.

Sherlock felt a slight itch on his face again, and when he touched it, he actually lost another hair.

Sherlock: "......"

As if a wind was blowing, the hair broke away from Sherlock's grasp and floated towards the black cat illusion woman in the "mirror......

。。。

Brooke fell to the ground in respect, his heart apprehensive, waiting for the answer to his question.

Time and space seemed to freeze in this instant.

She heard the mysterious voice again, ringing in her ears:

"Your memories sleep in the starry sky, your bondage comes from the starry sky, and the passage of time will awaken your instincts. Follow the side of the truth and you will get the truth ......"

With the voice, a surge of energy that made her tremble and palpitate slowly came.

Brooke looked up in shock.

In front of her eyes, a dark red color, carved with countless mysterious patterns of stars, like a small "bell" of delicate handicrafts, quietly suspended.

"This ......"

Brooke looked closely, and it was indeed a bell.

"This is? Cat bells? ”