"Hmmm......"

Sherlock sat on a large bronze pedestal, contemplating the vast and mysterious "world of mirrors".

There was only a thick fog, tentacles, spots......

and the deep starry sky far or near.

Except that the "mirror" suspended around it looks "alive".

He is the only one in the entire "mirror world".

Like the vicissitudes of eternal silence......

"How do I leave?"

"Being alone is indeed a bit scary......"

Although Sherlock vaguely felt that this space seemed to be under his control.

But in the face of the unknown weirdness, Sherlock still chooses to follow his heart.

Let's leave first. In the future, there will be more opportunities to study, and there is no rush for a while.

This time I entered the "mirror world", and it was about half an hour, and the mental loss was slightly better than the last time, and I am still awake.

But it was probably coming soon, for Sherlock's brain began to twitch again, as if a small hammer was beating, and pain and exhaustion were infecting.

"Is there a need for a hint action?"

Sherlock remembered that when he left, it was because he pressed his finger to the center of his brow.

Thinking so, he tried to press the center of his eyebrows with the two fingers of his right hand, and at the same time gave a hint in his heart:

"I need to leave ......"

For a moment, Sherlock felt his body drift.

And then it's as if descending in the vastness of space.

In the blink of an eye, Sherlock realized that he had returned to the bathroom. Still standing by the mirror of the washbasin, holding an open gold-encrusted rose pocket watch in his hand.

It's only been 1 minute.

"Hoo ......"

Sherlock let out a long breath and snapped, closing his pocket watch and putting it in his inner pocket.

He lowered his head again and picked up the cold water to stimulate his tired spirit.

When he felt better, he looked up and looked directly in the mirror.

Everything has returned to normal, and the mirror is still the same bright mirror, reflecting Sherlock's youthful appearance and the second-year temperament of a withdrawn and proud college student.

He looked at the messy furnishings by the sink again, frowned, and set his hands to tidy up the bathroom, and then he felt happy again, and pushed the door away.

。。。

This concludes the visit to Mrs. Brown.

Holding an umbrella and holding Mrs. Madson, Sherlock walked slowly down Baker Street toward Apartment 23.

Jingle bells, jingle bells......

Dada...... Several black wagons passed by in succession, and the wheels splashed sewage on the ground, causing pedestrians on the side of the road to wave their fists and curse.

"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, there's big news about the missing pets on Baker Street! For 1 CZK you have two newspapers......"

"The freshest Devon farm fruit, apples cost 2 kroner a pound and grapes 3 and a half kroner a pound! There is also a bonus ......"

"Ladies and gentlemen, come and see these delicate flowers, you can have a good day for only 5 crowns! Let's take a look......"

"The Hufflepuff Circus is coming to Birzingham for its tour, and it's a great deal for the tour! First buy, first served, lowest price of 26 CZK! Low......"

Along the way, there are the cries of hawkers and the running figures of newspaper boys. A flower girl carrying a flower basket waved a silk scarf in the corners.

Occasionally, well-dressed government commissioners drove by at a brisk pace on their new triangle bar bicycles. This is the latest model on the market at the moment, a car for 4 gold pounds, which is worth half a month's rent for Sherlock.

Although the sky is raining, Baker Street is still full of life.

It's like the perpetual smog in the sky, the damp moss wrapped around the towering rooftops, the gray-black buildings in rows, and the carrier pigeons that fly by from time to time......

And most importantly, the interweaving of rain and haze, as if hidden in the clouds, the Birzchenham Clock Tower.

These are the symbols that have not changed for a hundred years, full of traces of time.

Sherlock walked all the way, looking a little dazed.

Being in this strange old world, he only had deep feelings in his heart.

“...... Mrs. Brown was a good person, and all she said was crucial information. You can investigate the whereabouts of those pets as you wish. ”

“...... You seemed to enjoy yesterday's lettuce bisque and I think you should buy some more if you decide to stay for dinner......"

"Mrs. Brown said that the new bakery on Blue Moon Street is really that cheap. Maybe I should take the time to check it out......"

Mrs. Madson enjoyed this afternoon stroll, talking and chattering as she went. It was also the first time she had walked leisurely down the street in Sherlock's company.

As a lonely old woman, only family affection can make her feel warm.

"Sherlock?"

"Sherlock!"

Mrs. Madson's cry rang in his ears.

Sherlock came to his senses from his deep emotion and quickly nodded:

"Huh? You're right, those breads can be tasted......"

"It's home, Sherlock."

"What's wrong with you? Where is it uncomfortable? ”

Mrs. Madson looked at Sherlock with concern, and reached out to touch his forehead.

"I'm fine, Mrs. Madson. I'm just thinking about those disappearances, and I'm thinking about it. ”

Sherlock smiled comfortingly.

"That's good." Mrs. Madsen nodded and breathed a sigh of relief, "If you're not feeling well, remember to tell me." Like your mother, I am also an excellent nurse. ”

"Of course, thanks to your care, I am very happy."

Sherlock smiled and pulled out the key and opened the door to apartment 23. Then he sent Mrs. Madson back to her room, and ran upstairs by herself.

Click!

The key was inserted into the second-floor office door, and Sherlock gently unscrewed it open.

"Meow ......"

Suddenly, a dark shadow rushed out.

Sherlock was so scared that she almost blew up on the spot!

"I'll rub!"

Sherlock expletively snorted.

This time I was not lightly frightened, and my heart was pounding. He looked back and saw that it was supposed to be a black kitten, like black smoke, which had escaped from the baffle at the bottom of the gate and disappeared.

"Mrs. Madson should be advised to seal the hole left at the bottom of the gate, or these stray cats and dogs will run wild!"

Sherlock muttered discontentedly, took a deep breath to calm down, pushed open the door and walked inside.

He glanced around the living room, and fortunately, everything was clean and orderly, and it wasn't disturbed.

"Huh?"

Sherlock's gaze fell on the side of the windowsill, on the large copper-trimmed desk.

There seemed to be a faint black mist, rising and waving.

He hurried over.

"What's the situation?"

At this moment, on the desktop, the little antique booklet actually emitted faint black smoke from the cracks of the pages. After a long period of fluttering, a rising black fog was formed.

"It's not going to be burning, is it?"

Sherlock felt inexplicable and immediately reached for the small book and shook it.

The black smoke and fog all disappeared at this moment.

As if nothing had ever happened.

Sherlock looked suspiciously at the book in his hand, sat down immediately, and turned the first page.

Click, hiss...... The page still made a strange sound like tearing film.

In the first page, it is still full of obscure and strange strange patterns, as if thousands of blood vessels are intertwined.

An invisible aura of decay enveloped it, and every word twisted and wriggled:

"Praise the nature of silence and decay and death, praise all the realm of darkness and twilight—the Doomsday Shadow Council. Blighter. Gul'dan"

A strange scene has appeared!

When Sherlock saw the line, he was about to continue flipping back.

On the second page, there is no wind automatically. Without Sherlock's hands, he squirmed and flipped open!