Speaking of the bathroom, Sherlock looked back at the mess by the washbasin, the scattered debris, the spilled water......

He shook his head, immediately rolled up the sleeves of his pajamas, and began to tidy up.

It wasn't until the whole bathroom was refreshed and everything was cleaned up that Sherlock was happy again.

He habitually reached out and wanted to take out his gold-encrusted rose pocket watch to see the time.

"Huh? Under the pillow......"

Sherlock felt empty and stood at the bathroom door looking at the bedroom, wondering if he should knock on the door.

At this moment, the bedroom door was gently opened.

Brooke walked out slowly in a loose white shirt.

Sherlock wasn't tall, so Brooke put on his shirt and barely fit. It's just that it's hard to hide her straight legs, and her white bare feet on the floor.

"Let's talk, there are some things that need to be deepened."

Brooke had regained her composure and stood at her desk, looking at Sherlock.

Sherlock shrugged indifferently and stepped out of the bathroom.

"B2-21 seals, you know. Due to the special effects of the seal, you are my sleeper. ”

Brooke gestured to the small, delicate dark red bell around his neck.

"From tonight onwards, there is a special contract between you and me. I am by your side and can be blessed with transcendent essentia. ”

"Of course, how big is the scope of this contract? I don't know yet. According to my current perception, basically in the area of this apartment, there will be no impact. ”

"So ......"

Brooke still looked calm and pointed to the bedroom behind her, "You don't have to worry that I'll occupy that room, and I don't necessarily have to live on the second floor." ”

Sherlock nodded in understanding.

Although he didn't understand what Brooke said, his predecessor was a keyboard warrior who could understand everything, so he could guess some meanings.

"Isn't there anything you want to ask me?" Brooke looked at Sherlock.

Sherlock shook his head.

"I've seen you in the mirror world, but you don't know it. No matter how bizarre and difficult it is, there will be an answer in the future. Sherlock was silent.

"You're such a weird person...... Brooke's eyes filled with mixed emotions.

She glanced at the deep, endless darkness behind Sherlock, and a hint of awe crossed her heart.

"If I'm right, you've lost a lot of memories, right?"

Brooke asked earnestly.

"Uh...... Why? Sherlock asked rhetorically.

"My transcendent essentia comes from the 'brood of life'. On a moonlit night, I can get a glimpse of any thing that has the characteristics of life. ”

"But in you, this supernatural ability is ineffective......"

Brooke's face remained calm, as if speaking to a stranger, and continued:

"Through today's contact, and observing your words and deeds, I can be sure that you are an ordinary person. No supernatural abilities, no supernatural knowledge, but ......"

Brooke lifted two fingers and made a gesture.

"It's like a demon hunting bullet forged by a secret spell, the surface is bland, ordinary, even rough. But inside the bullet, there is a huge amount of energy that is not known to the public. ”

"That is, underneath your ordinariness, there are hidden secrets like mine. Yes, I, like you, am a type of person who has lost special memories. ”

Sherlock looked at Brooke quietly and nodded thoughtfully.

Seeing that Sherlock did not refute, Brooke finally loosened a trace on his calm face, and asked in a complicated tone:

"So, you were once summoned to the realm of the Great Immortal Being? Witnessing the Eye of True Creation? ”

Well, this is a fact...... Sherlock nodded again.

Brooke also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her expression finally relaxed, sat down at the desk, looked at Sherlock, and said:

"My consciousness has been partially awakened, and your consciousness ......"

She glanced slightly behind Sherlock, the deep and endless darkness, "Your consciousness should still be asleep in an unknown space......

"But the fact that you can easily pick up this evil classic is enough to prove that your hidden ability is more high-end than mine. It's a fact, and I don't need to hide anything. ”

Sherlock tilted his head and glanced at the little antique book that was randomly placed on the washbasin countertop.

"Do you know this book?"

Brooke listened, shook his head, but hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"As far as I can remember, I should have seen it. But what exactly, I can't remember. I just know how to please it......"

"Please?" Sherlock frowned.

"Over the course of a year, I have tried many times to use certain rituals to stimulate or awaken my lost memories."

Brooke said as she looked at the wicked classics in the bathroom. In her eyes, there was a large amount of looming black mist, swirling over the evil classics.

Moreover, there are tentacles in the black mist, like blooming stamens, extending towards the void. There was a faint phantom of the White Bone Altar, floating and sinking in it.

Brooke resisted the trembling of her heart and pointed to the pets in the living room who had been sleeping or quiet.

"There is a ritual that requires ordinary people to sacrifice. But I changed the way I searched for these animals in place of their owners. ”

"For the final orientation of the ceremony, an ancient mausoleum is required. I discovered the mysterious atmosphere in your house today, so come in and have a look, and finally see this wicked classic. ”

Sherlock snapped his fingers in his heart.

It turns out that the disappearance of the pet is like this......

"In this evil classic, there is an unusually strong atmosphere of ancient mausoleum. From my observations, I think it can replace the orientation of the ritual and the effect is more perfect. ”

"So, I used my supernatural ability 'Night Veil' to bring these pets in and sacrifice them to this evil classic."

"But I didn't expect this to be the result......"

Brooke looked around the pets in the living room, shook her head, and said:

"Their souls are missing, but their bodies are alive. The ceremony failed and I didn't get any valid feedback......"

Sherlock: "......"

No wonder these pets are stupid......

In any case, the existence of the body can be regarded as the return of things to their original owners...... Sherlock thought so, for the sake of the shriveled purse, these soulless pets still had to go back to their respective homes.

"Is it because I shook this little book so that it only drained part of its soul and didn't completely devour its body?"

Sherlock recalls the words on the second page: "Give your flesh and soul to the ancient tombs buried deep in history......"

"I interrupted the dedication, so the Bone Altar was presented, and the pets were spit out again?"

Sherlock thought the speculation was plausible.

"Alright, Mr. Sherlock, I'm done with all I want to know, what I want to ask."

Brooke said flatly, "Do you have anything to say?" ”

"What do you call it?" Sherlock asked, looking back.

"Brooke."

"Lady Brooke, how do you live? You say you can live in this apartment, but after all, you're a stranger, right? ”

"I can ......"

Brooke had just spoken, and suddenly there was silence again.

It was because of Sherlock's blood that she gained some knowledge and regained the ability to restore her human body, so she decided that Sherlock was the "truth".

But this is her secret and cannot be told.

In addition, I cannot talk about the negative effects of seals for the time being.

Brooke thought for a moment and continued:

"I've regained some special abilities that allow me to revert back to my black cat form for a short time. If you live in this apartment, I don't think there will be any problems. ”

Poor Mrs. Madson is going to fry fish every day again...... Sherlock nodded slightly, "Well, I wish you a happy life." ”

With that, Sherlock waved his hand, turned back to the bathroom, picked up the antique book, and continued to walk towards the bedroom.

"Hey!"

Brooke looked at Sherlock strangely, "Is that all?" Nothing to say? ”

Sherlock paused, thought for a moment, and shook his head:

"For now, Miss Brooke. If you have time, come with me tomorrow to return these pets. Perhaps your extraordinary abilities can play a role. ”

"Good night!"

With a wave of his hand, Sherlock walked into the bedroom and gently closed the door.

"Quirky guy!"

Brooke felt neglected and gritted her teeth.

"If you want to recover your memory and supernatural abilities in the future, you will definitely come to me for ......"

Brooke's eyes flashed with annoyance.

Just in the blink of an eye, her bewitching carcass seemed to have twisted and fluctuating ripples, and it had transformed into a black cat form.

The black cat flew lightly towards the windowsill, pierced through the glass, and disappeared into the night.