The pale yellow phalaenopsis pattern and light gold strokes make such a delicate ceramic tea set make a pleasant sound when stirring.

The fireplace was floating, and the wood was crackling.

The faint smoky smell and the milky aroma of black tea are mixed into a unique flavor that wafts into the small living room. In the warm atmosphere, the chaotic rain outside the window looks like a scenery that can be enjoyed.

Sherlock sat a little sluggishly, his posture stiffened to maintain his politeness, and his legs began to go numb.

"Just last week, poor Lady Gerald got the difference between red and dark red. At that afternoon tea party, the color of her scarf and skirt obviously did not match. Can you imagine? What an embarrassing spectacle...... Hehe......"

"I said it a long time ago, you know my tastes. Mrs. Madson, the bakery on Blue Moon Street next door, although new, definitely does a better job than some of our bakeries on Baker Street. At the price of 3 crowns a pound, oh my gosh, you should go and try it, it's great value for money! ”

"My husband has been working more and more overtime lately, and it's not that I'm complaining, I think the government should take care of the health and well-being of tax officials. Do you think we might have to discuss this issue at the next tea party. This is definitely a very serious question! ”

Mrs. Brown drank black tea and had a pleasant conversation with Mrs. Madson.

Ever since Sherlock sat down, he had noticed that the topic had been drifting off the rails.

"Mrs. Brown's interests are wide-ranging...... Sherlock scolded.

Mr. Brown is a senior employee of the City of Birzinham's official Inland Revenue Department and is a respectable person with a small reputation on Baker Street. In addition, Mrs. Brown is hospitable and good at organizing neighborhood gatherings, so the news of the whole street cannot escape Mrs. Brown's control.

Mrs. Madson hinted and guided several times, and finally brought the topic on the right track.

"yes, it's really strange that so many pets are missing."

Mrs. Brown took a sip of black tea and nodded:

"It's normal for a cat or dog not to come home for more than ten days. But some of the family's geese, piglets, and even a few foals domesticated by neighbors on weekends in the countryside have disappeared one after another. ”

"The Department of Justice can't do anything about it, and there are even rumors that it's not a disappearance, but a premeditated theft. My husband and I discussed this topic and his view was that the government should step up the daily patrols of the Public Security Department. And my opinion is ......"

Seeing that the topic was about to deviate again, Sherlock hurriedly cut in and asked:

"Dear Mrs. Brown, do you know which ones have disappeared? I can now take notes, and then summarize the plan for detailed and effective reconnaissance and tracking. ”

He had already prepared his pen and notebook, and looked at Mrs. Brown with a blank eye.

"Sherlock Jr. is commendable for his work ethic, but still a little impatient. In the private detective industry, I think it is important to be steady and cautious. ”

Mrs. Brown was not upset by the interruption, after all, she was used to it.

"Those families whose pets went missing, I remember very well. Even I lost a cat in my own house, a pure black kitten. Although it is a stray cat, I adopted it for a few days, but I will feel heartache if I lose it......"

"The rest of the family, well, let's start with the Mayne family. They lost a purebred golden retriever, a cute little one......"

Sherlock listened patiently to Mrs. Brown's story, taking notes carefully.

......

Brush brush brush, ink pen swipe over the notebook.

Time passes slowly in conversation.

Although Mrs. Brown habitually deviated, with the efforts of Mrs. Madson and Sherlock, she was able to pull back on track again and again.

About two hours passed, and Sherlock rubbed his sore wrist and finally finished writing the record of the disappearance of the seventeen pets.

Then he seized a gap in the topic, asked where the bathroom was, and hurriedly left the small living room to go to the bathroom to solve the physiological problem.

After drinking so much tea and sitting for nearly three hours, Sherlock couldn't hold it anymore. But in order not to waste time and successfully take notes, hard work should also be done.

After a comfortable solution in the bathroom, Sherlock walked over to the washbasin and unscrewed the water tap, ready to wash his hands.

When he looked up, he saw a mirror embedded in the wall.

The mirror was polished very brightly, reflecting Sherlock's face.

But at this moment, I don't know if it's a psychological factor or something else. Sherlock stared at the mirror, feeling his face distorted and blurred.

"Didn't you get a good rest? Or is it residual discomfort after the crossing? ......”

Sherlock felt strange and nervous.

He took a deep breath, lowered his head, and applied cold water to his face.

When he looked up again.

"Hiss......"

The mirror in front of me was actually surrounded by a gray fog.

There appear to be many vague and distorted tentacles that climb and extend on the mirrored surface.

Sherlock was completely invisible.

In the mirror reflection, a huge and strange closed "pupil" floats out, as if gazing in an endless and deep space.

Sherlock's scalp explodes instantly!

Suddenly seeing such a weird and strange scene, no one can stand it!

At the same time, there was a violent tremor and agitation from the inner pocket of Sherlock's clothes. It was as if his heart was beating wildly, stimulating his senses.

Sherlock resisted his palpitations and reached for the gold-encrusted rose pocket watch in his inner pocket.

It's clear that this pocket watch is doing the trick.

The case was very hot, as if it had been roasted by fire.

I don't know if it was a trembling hand or habit, but with a click, Sherlock opened the lid of his pocket watch. The mirrors embedded in it are still covered with a thick fog, and the traces of ancient texts are surging like a tide, as if urging Sherlock to recite.

"The last time I opened my pocket watch and inadvertently recited ancient texts, thus entering the mysterious 'mirror world'......"

"This time, it took the initiative to urge me?"

"Could it be that there is something I need to visit in that 'mirror world'?"

Sherlock stared at the vague ancient text on the mirror mist, as if a force was pushing him to read the ancient text and enter the "mirror world".

"Well, since there is no malice, then I'll go for a ......"

In Sherlock's heart, he is indeed looking forward to entering the "world in the mirror" again.

Then he didn't hesitate any longer, and whispered the obscure ancient text:

"The old Creator was, the old Creator is now, and the old Creator will always be. It is not in the space we know, there is no trace, there is no appearance, there is the most real fantasy of the world, there is a formless and unreal form. will rule over the world that can be known, and will eventually rule over all great roots......"

With the end of the syllable of the last word.

Sherlock was already in front of him.

His mind became solidified, unconscious, unable to speak or act, only boundless and eternal darkness.

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

The overwhelming murmur, like thousands of thorns, tearing through the darkness, piercing thousands of dazzling lights, pouring down in the boundless darkness.

Sherlock felt like he was drifting, like he was rising in the vastness of space.

Having had the previous experience, this time Sherlock was much calmer.

When he regained consciousness, he saw the familiar expanse of grandeur.

And he was already sitting on a huge bronze seat, 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 vague figure, which grew clearer and closer to Sherlock.

Sherlock was already at it, and reached out to touch it.

Boom –

Infinite light splashed out, and the figure displayed on the mirror penetrated.

。。。

Eastern Continent.

It is a basement with a rough layout, like a primitive sacrificial house.

The interior floors and walls are carved out of huge rocks. It is surrounded by colorful scaly animal skins and a variety of exotic flowers and plants to form a unique decoration.

The high walls are covered with weathered frescoes.

The content of the mural is very vague, and it is also a hidden image of the majestic shore, which makes people dare not look at it directly, and it gives rise to a sense of awe of worship.

Lilith sat on a large bench carved from a huge golden wood, and she wore a pure white sacrificial robe with a holy aura. The corners of the robe are woven with gold thread, and the long white legs are gently swayed.

At this moment, on her beautiful and immature face, she was blinking her big eyes, staring curiously at a small dilapidated lens in her hand.

"The elders of the Senate all say that this is a mysterious relic left over from ancient times. But in that mythical age when the 'gods' were born, how could there be mirrors? ”

Lilith puffed out her mouth, confused.

"They say I'm too young, and as the chief pure bloodline, I have to choose the right essentia carefully...... But I'm not too young......"

"When will I become extraordinary?"

"My brothers and sisters are all contributing to the development of Chaos City. And I can only hide in the city, and I can't do anything......"

"Alas......"

"Lenses, lenses, if you are a relic left by the 'gods', can you grant my wish?"

The beautiful maiden tried to pray, but there was not much hope.

Suddenly!

The old lenses in her hands melted uncandidly into her fingertips.

At this moment, Lilith's eyes burst into infinite light, and the thick fog and light intertwined like a whirlpool, swallowing and attracting her in an instant, and falling into an unknown space.

"Ah......h

The girl panicked and just blurted out that she wanted to shout for help. But when her vision was clear, looking at the vast and grand scene in front of her, she was immediately shocked.

She stood in the eternal darkness at the moment, but in front of her was the starry sky, 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.

Strange and profound, it makes people shudder, like the pillar-like "pupils" of the starry sky, exuding a suffocating vastness of power.

"The Eye of True Creation!"

Lilith covered her mouth, unable to believe her eyes.

In the "Eternal Library" of the Chaos City, she has flipped through the legends of the mythological era more than once, and more than once she has seen rumors about the "Eye of the Real Creation".

"The Eye of the True Creator is the gift of the Great and Supreme Creator, representing the truth of all things. Any prayer, true and vain, can be answered......"

Lilith couldn't contain the excitement, apprehension, trepidation, and a little excitement in her heart.

"Could it be that my prayer has been answered?"

"Is this the realm of the Creator?"

"Oh my God, what the hell did I do!!"

"Huh? It's ......"

Lilith's joy came to an abrupt halt when she noticed that beneath the "Eye of True Creation" was a huge bronze throne with a majestic figure sitting on it!

"Hiss......"

Lilith's heart trembled violently, and the part of the lens melted on her fingertips, a strange fog swirled.

"Is this a projection of the Great Supreme Creator?!"

"Oh my God, what the hell did I do......"

Lilith felt dizzy and her heart pounded. She could no longer stand and fell to the ground respectfully and submissively. Fear, panic, and anxiety are intertwined.

"What do you want to know?"

A mysterious voice rang in Lilith's ears.

Lilith was powerless to resist the oppression of this vast power, and she didn't dare to think about it, so she could only rely on instinct and asked in a trembling voice:

"I ask to be a transcendent ...... Or...... If not, I ask for an indication of what is truly the Essentia that fits me......"