It's like descending in the middle of nowhere.

In the blink of an eye, Sherlock had returned to reality and was still in bed in his bedroom.

However, it was the same as he had guessed.

The speed of time has changed.

It's no longer like entering the mirror world before, just for a short 1 minute.

With a click, Sherlock opened his gold-encrusted rose pocket watch and confirmed the time, it was already 2:13 in the morning. That is, he spent almost two hours in the underworld.

"One-to-one time flow rate synchronization, real ...... in the unreal"

Sherlock closed his eyes slightly, easing his tired spirit.

Closing his pocket watch and putting it under his pillow, Sherlock got out of bed, sat down at his desk, adjusted the light of the gas glass lamp on the iron base, and began to prepare to record the previous process.

Spreading out the blank paper, picking up an ink pen, Sherlock wrote the first paragraph in Chinese:

"On the third page of the psychic antique book, you can enter the 'underworld', which is equivalent to the special passage they call in their mouths."

"In the underworld, everything is a reckless and crazy pursuit of promotion. Everyone's desire is to climb the ladder of approaching the divine person. ”

"Every house of cards offers a gathering of the transcendent. Conduct orderly trading, intelligence exchanges, team call-ups, and more...... In addition, with the secret ability of temporary settlement, you can travel to a more distant historical time and space. ”

"Every transcendent who enters is naturally disguised to conceal their identity. This is the underworld's own rules, and the reason is unknown. It is broadly divided into 'ordinary transcendental', 'prophet', 'crazy and out of control transcendent', 'evil spirit', and ......"

"And hidden in the unknown, a higher-level 'demigod' with great powers, who claim to be close to the divine person......"

Sherlock writes this, putting a question mark:

"The underworld, is it an extralegal place for transcendents to revel? Or is it a 'guinea pig' that is selected to be observed after entering? Or is it a testing ground for some hidden forces to cultivate 'seeds'? ”

As a traverser, Sherlock still felt the need for conjectures like this. Regardless of what can be gained in the underworld, prioritize what you will lose.

"Loss of life and soul...... And this is also the transcendental, at the cost of life and soul, in a 'field' where you can go crazy and crazy, to carry out crazy pursuits......"

Sherlock paused and carefully skimmed through what he had written.

Then he spread out the second blank sheet of paper and continued to write:

"My goal 1: to continue to participate in the investigation of Malfoy's archaeological events, to find out the cause of my suicide, and to find out the purpose of the archaeological events;"

"My goal is two: to deepen my understanding of transcendent knowledge, to know in detail what is the promotion criteria, and what is the 'instinctive hourglass'. how to upgrade your Extraordinary Experience in your daily actions to prepare for the next level; ”

"Broad goal - find out the truth about your special 'identity'!"

"Another small goal: to regularly observe the gathering of the World in the Mirror Four; Periodically, cautiously and cautiously enter the underworld to obtain information; ”

"Re-goal: make money, exchange for gold coins, and follow up on travel memoirs."

Sherlock brushed his pen and wrote it all in one sitting, then skimmed through it again and nodded in satisfaction. Shredded two pieces of paper, ran to the living room to burn to ashes, and flushed into the washroom basin.

......

The night passed.

Late autumn, early morning.

The thin sunlight never seemed to be able to dispel the fog of Birzinham. The wisps of white air, mixed with the white mist of breathing, have a feeling that winter is about to begin.

Sherlock wore a well-cut knee-length double-breasted black suit, his favorite short cape with lapels and shoulder buttons, crisp dark brown trousers, and shiny leather boots.

Holding a tightly fastened umbrella as a crutch, he strode up the steps of the office building. Pushing open the door, Mrs. Grey was sorting through the papers.

"Good morning, Mrs. Greel, I hope you are in a good mood today!"

Sherlock greeted with a smile as he lifted his bowler hat.

"Thank you, little Sherlock, and good morning!" Mrs. Greel's well-maintained serious face also showed a smile and nodded, "I heard that you went on a field mission last night, and Mr. Reintes has already ordered breakfast this morning, and you happen to be the first companion to have breakfast together. ”

"Yes, I'm starving."

Sherlock saluted, walked briskly into the passage of the back wall, and stepped down the wooden staircase to the first floor. The wall of the emblem and the familiar tranquility of the atmosphere are visible.

Rheintes was still sitting by the fireplace, reading a copy of the Berzinham Observer. On the small dining table next to him, today's breakfast is on the table, and a few cups of coffee are steaming.

"Good morning, Captain!"

Sherlock took off his top hat and, after greeting him, sat down unceremoniously.

"Good morning!" Rheintes raised his eyes to observe Sherlock and smiled, "Yes, after last night's adventure, you still have such a strong spirit, you deserve to be a top student in the Department of History and Archaeology!" ”

"Oh, why do you say that?" Sherlock asked with a smile as he sniffed the aroma of food and coffee.

"The most important characteristic of high-risk people related to the occult is their high energy. The more bizarre and bizarre the experience or event, the more likely it is to arouse excitement. ”

Rheintes said in a humorous tone, "A certain sage once said: life is endless, archaeology is endless. Explore all the infinite mysteries in a finite life! ”

A perfect interpretation of the high-risk spirit of "if you don't do it, you won't die". Sherlock replied with a smile.

Reintes was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled:

"Who says you're a withdrawn and misfit weirdo? I think your comments should be edited in large numbers. ”

As he spoke, he put down the newspaper, opened the napkin on the table and put it on his lap, and gestured: "This is the breakfast prepared by Old White, to reward us for our actions last night, you're welcome!" ”

Sherlock was already hungry and thirsty, and after thanking him, he moved his knife and fork in unison and went into battle.

Bacon toast, chicken nuggets fried potatoes, boiled eggs, and a large plate of boiled lentils, which are now the latest in the world, were immediately swept away.

"The bread is a little rolled and baked too hard......"

"The bacon is so salty, is it sprinkled with too much salt......

"Chicken nuggets fried potatoes are not bad, this should be Old White's favorite staple food......"

"Boiled eggs are also a daily necessity and will not be commented...... These lentils have a strong green gas, which really comes from the taste of the field, and the nutrition is okay......"

Sherlock gulped it down as he secretly savored it. There are even some small thoughts in my heart, since I have moved to a forest hut to live, it is better to show my hand one day and make these British natives happy......

But on second thought, it seems that seasoning and other ingredients are a problem......

With the pleasant sound of knives and forks, Rheintes and Sherlock had already swept the table away.

"Why can't I eat so much before?" Reintes wiped his mouth with a napkin as he raised his coffee cup in confusion.

"It's a competitive mentality, and if the captain needs to keep up his appetite, I can have breakfast with you every day."

Sherlock also picked up his coffee and savored the feeling of a full meal.

"Old White would complain because he only had to prepare a breakfast for me in the morning. Since you've come, he's going to have to prepare two. ”

Reintes said with a smile, sipping the coffee in his hand.

"What happened to the Cindiri Farm last night, how did it end up being dealt with? Any next steps? Sherlock asked, changing the subject.

"The Inquisition has taken over the Syndicate overnight, so we don't need to venture into it anymore. Your exploits have been reported, and Lord Herquinn has commended you. ”

"There are no arrangements for the last two days, and you can move around freely."

When Reintes said this, he glanced at Sherlock and muttered:

"I suggest you go to the city sheriff's department and get firearms training. After all, as a 9th-rank transcendent, and an extraordinary person who is not good at fighting, mastering standard and reliable marksmanship is the most important thing. ”

"By the way, you can also get a pistol, plus an additional set of police uniforms. On some occasions when necessary, we at the Ninth Secret Service also have to take into account some decency. ”