The 9th rank "apprentice" of the "Secret Mirror of Trickery"——

Extraordinary ability: Trajectory Peeping.

The description of this supernatural ability is very, very interesting!

Sherlock also pondered the knowledge instilled in his head for a long time before he thought about it.

To put it simply, when using this ability, you first construct a transparent and void "door" in your spiritual consciousness.

Then, all the data that needs to be peeped at the object is made into trajectory fragments, and the pieces are put together into the "door".

The information of the peep object includes personal image, characteristics, words and deeds, hobbies, characteristics, recent itinerary, etc., all the information that can be known, the more detailed the better, all as a trajectory fragment.

When the transparent and empty "door" of spiritual consciousness is joined and formed, it becomes a closed "trajectory door" that is no longer transparent.

The "Apprentice" can use the "Trick Key" to open the door and peek into the next move of the subject behind the door, or the trajectory of the next move, or even the next life dynamic.

Of course, there is a price to pay for prying eyes.

The more you see, the greater the price.

It's damage to your life, or it's damage to your soul, or it's damage to something you care about, or it's a damage to yourself and someone else.

The reason why the "trick key" that opens the door is called trick luck is that you never know what kind of damage you will suffer.

"Every time you peek through the gates of fate, your own key to fortune is wounded. The fortunate flee the trauma, and the unfortunate suffer from the trauma. ”

Sherlock comprehended this classic explanation.

So, why don't you give it a try?

If you don't try to use this ability, then there is no point in promoting transcendence.

I only look at it secretly, I am not greedy, I am not obsessed, and the more and longer I watch, the more trauma I will suffer...... If you just look at a little bit and run away from it immediately, then you can bear it......

Sherlock thought to himself and decided to give it a try.

"Which object to choose?"

After thinking about it secretly, Sherlock thought of a person:

Van Tucker!

The reason why Van Tucker was chosen is because Sherlock and he have been closest and most familiar with him in the last two days.

Van Tucker's image, characteristics, mannerisms, hobbies, characteristics, recent personal movements, etc., are basically related to Sherlock.

After making a decision, Sherlock no longer hesitated, and immediately condensed his spiritual consciousness to construct a transparent and void "door".

Then, in Sherlock's mind, Van Tucker's personal information kept coming up, turning into pieces of trajectory one after another, constantly spelling into the "door", and gradually forming a piece.

Eventually, the transparent and void "door" becomes a substance.

It was a dark, heavy, potholed, patchwork of rough stone doors, heavily closed. Like a high wall in the spiritual consciousness, it is deep and simple, revealing a strange and unpredictable atmosphere.

Sherlock's heart was pounding, nervous and expectant.

He seemed to be in the scene at the moment, approaching this "door of trajectory" step by step.

Keep looking closer!

The potholes and rough black stone door gradually enlarged, and it was close at hand!

A large amount of black tentacle-like fog swirled around the stone door.

A keyhole appears!

Sherlock took out the "key to luck" that he imagined, was willing to give, and created, and inserted it into the keyhole.

Click-

In the crunching sound, on the dark and heavy potted stone door, the keyhole swallowed the "trick key". Then the keyhole gradually enlarged, as if cracking a crack, revealing a faint light behind the door, and a faint sound.

Sherlock leaned in to the keyhole and peeked.

......

"Hmph, hmph, the corners of her skirt flutter like lotus lace...... Uh-huh, hmph......"

Van Tucker sat on a rusty stool, peeling potatoes and humming an unknown tune.

Beside him were blackened stone platforms, slabs, and sinks. A few geese shook their heads and pecked at the vegetable leaves on the ground, and a little black pig was humming and chirping and lying down to sleep.

Ping-pong ...... The sound of pots and pans kept ringing.

A man in his fifties, dressed in a greasy gray robe, with an apron tied around his waist, his hair full of gray and glossy nose, chewing tobacco leaves in his mouth and carrying a rolling pin in his hand, walked up to Van Tucker.

"How's the bread baked tonight? I'm going to add some good soup with a lot of strength! Van Tucker, you're going to get a taste of my new cooking! ”

"Don't mess with that, old white. I ate a goose to death last month, and I haven't settled accounts with you yet! ”

Van Tucker exclaimed, but then asked curiously:

"What a soup! Does it taste good? ”

Old White smiled proudly:

"Hehe, I got a wild fatty fish from the Liujin River Valley, and the soup is particularly delicious, do you want to try it first?"

"Ha, old white, Rheintes is going to ruin your job. Have you forgotten that the captain never eats fish! He hates anything caught in the water, including your best pick, oyster, tomato and bean soup. ”

When Old White heard this, he scratched his head in annoyance, lowered his voice, and said:

"So I'm going to throw a few pig's tails into the soup now? You'll never try it out as fish soup, I promise! ”

Van Tucker laughed angrily, raised his hand and threw out a potato, slammed it into the basin, and said loudly:

"If I can't taste fish soup, then what am I drinking fish soup for? You might as well just boil the pork bone soup......"

His voice suddenly stopped, and he looked around suspiciously:

"How do I think someone is watching me secretly?"

Old White waved his rolling pin and laughed:

"Who else looks at you but me? Sitting here peeling potatoes and there are no windows, who will look at you?! Did you not sleep well last night, I miss that lotus leaf girl, hahaha......"

......

Sherlock saw the scene in its entirety through the keyhole.

His heart began to beat faster and faster!

Bang, bang, bang, bang, and then the blood surged wildly, all kinds of strange sounds came one after another, the vision became blurry and torn, and the brain twitched......

No, I can't peep anymore......

Sherlock struggled, forcibly taking his gaze away from the keyhole.

At the moment when his vision was disconnected!

Ding, boom!

A crisp cracking sound resounded in Sherlock's mind.

This is a warning that the "key to trickery" has been interrupted.

In an instant, the keyhole in front of him, the thick fog on the stone door, the potholes and thick stone door, and everything else collapsed and disappeared......

"Hoo ......"

Sherlock let out a long breath, his vision regained in front of him, and he had retreated from the voyeuristic situation in his mental consciousness.

He touched his face and body with palpitations, as if he had not been harmed.

"Every peep, there's trauma...... So where is my trauma? Is it life or soul? Or is it something you care about, or is it affecting the people around you? ”

According to the rules, Sherlock can feel the trauma after peeping. After all, it is his "key to trickery", which is related to himself, and it is impossible not to react.

So where is the trauma?

Sherlock couldn't help but ponder silently, and at this moment, he suddenly felt some itching on his forehead.

When I reached out and touched it, it was actually a fallen hair.

Then on his fingertips, the hair, broken one by one, and turned into nothing. Eventually, the hair disappeared completely.

There was silence in the room.

Sherlock stared at his fingertips with a puzzled face.

If you say that you lost your hair before, it was just a kind of self-deprecation, although there were also doubts, but there were too many things that happened at that time, and I didn't care.

Then this hair loss caused Sherlock to be strongly touched.

There is no doubt that the unknown trauma brought by the "Trick Key" peeking through the door of the trajectory was borne by one of his hair!

But it shouldn't be a surprise, it's an intense thriller!

Neither life, soul, or anything you care about should be reduced to a single hair, which is an incredible result!

Sherlock calmed down completely.

There's so much going on in this time, should I record it? And then through the analysis of the records, what did I do? What am I going to face?

After he muttered, he took the paper and pen and began to write:

"I was in my apartment at 23 South Baker Street, and the floor of the washroom woke up. I had broken lenses on my body, but they all healed and disappeared miraculously, and I was safe and sound. ”

"Then, on the mirror of my pocket watch, I found a thick fog and a piece of writing. Through inner chanting, I can enter a vast and deep 'mirror world' and grasp the changes in the mirror world. ”

"I met my first visitor......"

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