Apartment at 23 Baker South Street.

Cold, damp wind blew in the open floor-to-ceiling windows.

The dark blue curtain slammed against the wall with a faint snapping sound.

Sherlock sat in a brown wooden chair, his fingers crossed, staring at the bathroom opposite with the door open.

On the pink and white walls of the bathroom, a mirror with an antique pattern trimmed was originally hung. At this moment, it was already shattered, and the lenses were all over the floor.

There was blood on the lenses and splashes of blood on the ground.

Sherlock's white shirt was also covered in blood.

"I came through time and took possession of this body."

"But why did you come back to life?"

"Hysterical and broke the mirror, pierced the heart with shards, and was not dead yet? Is it the resurrection of the impact of the crossing? ”

"Why can't a young intellectual who graduated from Birzingham University, whose career has just started and whose life is full of vitality, not think of suicide by masochism?"

Sherlock pondered the reason for the receptive memory.

However, it was as if this memory had been erased and could not be remembered.

Staring at the scattered debris on the ground, Sherlock frowned.

It's too messy......

He immediately got up from his chair, walked into the bathroom, picked up the broom and began to clean up.

Carefully pick up lenses and debris and wipe off any traces of blood.

Sherlock was relieved to carefully wipe the bathroom countertops and floors spotlessly with a soap-soaked towel.

Looking at the restored bathroom, Sherlock nodded in satisfaction.

Then start cleaning yourself.

He took off his clothes and threw them into a bucket to soak. Then he looked at the water in the washbasin and wiped the blood stains on his body with a wet hand towel.

In the middle of his chest and heart, the lenses that had been pierced were gone. Instead, there are grayish-white marks visible to the naked eye, wriggling and closing, perhaps healing in a short time, as if nothing had ever happened.

The water reflected Sherlock's face, slightly curly black hair was a little messy, deep facial features, thick eyebrows, and a small black mole on the upper end of the straight nose bridge.

The body is not strong, and the skin is pale. With a height of about 1.75 meters, there is an arc scar left on his left arm when he was a child, and the whole person looks slightly thin.

After cleaning the blood, Sherlock brushed his teeth and washed his face, then changed into dry trousers and a linen shirt and walked to the large copper-trimmed desk in the living room.

He cleaned his desk again and set his eyes on a box of business cards.

The whitened piece of cardboard reads:

"Sherlock - Secret Finding and Special Events Detection Agency";

"23 Baker South Street, Birzchenham, Kingdom of England";

"Sherlock. Kidd";

Sherlock stared at this so-called "secret and special" name with a secondary two style, and felt that it was very in line with the character of the original owner.

The original owner, Sherlock. Kidd, who grew up in an orphanage, has a withdrawn and proud personality since he was a child. He studied intelligently and diligently, all the way from the church school to the graduation of the municipal university.

The chosen major is also very unpopular, the Department of History and Archaeology. Good at various Chinese, like classical monuments, digging into the roots, motivated but not social.

When Sherlock reached the age of nineteen, the inheritance of 300 gold pounds left by his parents became effective. He used the money to rent an apartment at 23 South Baker Street and set up an office.

But unfortunately, in the field of private detectives, there is a celebrity effect. The more famous the business, the better, and vice versa.

For a whole year, Sherlock couldn't make ends meet.

Withdrawn and proud Sherlock. Kidd is devastated and enters a cycle of self-doubt and bad things. If you don't take on small things, you can't do big work, and the more you do it, the worse it gets.

The rent of the apartment is 9 gold pounds per month, plus the cost of food, clothing, housing and transportation. One year is enough time to exhaust the original owner's savings, and life begins to fall into poverty.

"After graduating, I hurriedly entered an unfamiliar industry, did not suffer from social beatings, and wanted to rely on my knowledge to smooth sailing, but I ended up losing all the ......"

Sherlock commented on the original owner, shook his head, and opened the desk drawer.

In the drawer, there is an old light gray wallet with woven skin.

Inside the wallet is all of Sherlock's savings today.

Counting, it was 27 gold pounds and 28 crowns......

"In other words, the monthly rent plus living expenses, my 27 gold pounds is only enough for two months' expenses to bottom out......"

Sherlock sighed, counted the money again, reluctantly put it back in his wallet, closed the drawer and locked it.

It's understandable to go through.

But what about life after the crossing?

"My graduation grades were really good, but they weren't big enough to start a firm on my own. Do you want to turn it off? And then find an archaeological assistant to do the job first? ”

"Or apply for a certain library administrator and make ends meet first......

Sherlock thought as he picked up the pocket watch with rose petals in gold on the table. Open it with a click and check the time.

This exquisitely crafted pocket watch is a precious relic left by his parents.

Sherlock's father was a second lieutenant in an Army Expeditionary Brigade and his mother was a military doctor. When Sherlock was three years old, his parents died outside the border in war.

The thin hour hand on the dial of the pocket watch points to 15 p.m.

Sherlock's gaze froze.

He stared at the inside of the lid and frowned.

There are bright lenses on the inside of the caseback, which is due to the fact that the original owner is a person who loves neatness and has a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder. Built-in lenses allow you to observe and organize your appearance.

At this moment, the mirror is shrouded in a dark gray fog.

And the dense fog evaporated and swirled, forming an obscure text.

"This is ancient Ibia. Celtic, the western continent language of the British Kingdom thousands of years ago...... Why does it appear on the mirror? ”

Sherlock tried to read the text aloud:

"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.

"Where is this?"

"What's the situation?"

When he regained consciousness and stood still, he was stunned at what he saw.

It's a vast and magnificent boundless realm.

In the middle of the throne, there is only a huge bronze seat that looks like a royal throne. Surrounded by strange and exquisite pattern inlays, it seems quiet and untouchable.

And around this bronze seat, there are countless "mirrors".

Each "mirror" was covered with a thick mist, the same one Sherlock had seen on the inside lid of his pocket watch.

Sherlock was both shocked and dazzled.

The distribution of these mirrors is also too messy......

A strange scene has appeared!

With Sherlock's idea, the hundreds of "mirrors" began to be arranged in a neat and orderly pattern, as if they had been commanded.

But in the blink of an eye, all the "mirrors" are suspended in layers around the bronze seats.

Sherlock: "......"

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he was already sitting on a bronze seat. It's like a monarch coming and looking at the neatly arranged "courtiers" to worship.

"Where am I?"

"How do you leave?"

Sherlock, trying to calm himself down, began to take a closer look at all the "mirrors". At this moment, he realized that when he stared at which mirror, the other party was like a holographic projection, expanding in front of his eyes.

"Huh?"

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.

The figure appears to be a woman, as if in prayer.

Sherlock, with a hint of confusion and a hint of panic, reached out to push away the approaching mirror image.

But when his hand touched.

Boom –

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

。。。

Southern Continent, Kingdom of Ledland.

The city of Seine was never at peace, and the night watchmen fought all the time.

Gakka Miao ran rapidly, a short-barreled shotgun in his left hand and a silver dagger in his right hand.

Phew-

A shotgun treated with a secret spell that spews sparkling fireworks.

In the darkness ahead, a twisted tall figure was hit by a silver bullet and collapsed in agony by the fence of the cemetery. Wisps of black qi rose from behind him, like boneless wings.

"Fire!"

Gakka myoan groaned, and the tip of the blade of flame flashed on the silver dagger.

With a flutter, the dagger plunged into the heart of the ravenwalker.

No blood flowed out, and the Raven Walker shrank into a pile of residue like a withered plant.

A black orb, along with a fragmented lens, appeared in the residue at the same time.

"Seals?"

While he was shocked, he also felt dizzy and uncomfortable.

Track down the Raven Walker at incredible speeds, unleash a silver bullet of secret spells, and use the power of the witch to kill enemies in seconds, and the essentia in her body is about to be depleted.

After the death of a high-end monster, there is a very small chance that it will decompose into a "seal". But this Raven Walker obviously does not belong to the high-end sequence.

Puzzled, Kaka picked up the black beads, as well as the broken lens.

"Hiss......"

She gasped and her index finger was cut through the lens.

At this moment, the lenses actually melted on the fingertips.

Infinite light burst out in front of her eyes, and the thick fog and light intertwined like a whirlpool, swallowing and attracting her in an instant, and falling into the unknown space.

"Where is this?"

After Gakka Miao woke up, he looked at the vast and grand scene in front of him, and was shocked beyond measure.

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 tremble, like the pillar-like "pupils" of the starry sky, exuding a vast oppressive power that suffocates Kakamiao, and produces a sense of surrender in worship.

"The Eye of the True Creation?!"

Kakamiu shuddered uncontrollably and prayed reverently.

In each Identification Secret Book, on each Identification Scroll, the "Eye of the True Creation" will be engraved. Legend has it that this is a gift from the Creator who can explain all the truth.

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

At the same time as Gakka bowed down, he actually found that under the "Eye of True Creation", a huge bronze throne suddenly appeared, and there was actually a majestic figure sitting on it!

"Hiss......"

She shuddered again, and the part of the melted lens on the tip of her index finger swirled with an eerie thick fog.

"What do you want to know?"

A mysterious and distant voice resounded in the ears of Gakka Miao.

Kakkamia suppressed the fear, panic, and anxiety in her heart, and a ridiculous thought came to her mind: "Have I entered the realm of the Creator?" ”

But she was powerless to resist at all, and she didn't dare to think about it, so she could only rely on her instinct to present the black bead she had just gotten, and said in a trembling voice:

"I request identification of this seal......"

。。。

Sherlock looked at the "mirror" in front of him.

A beautiful woman, in a devout pilgrimage.

She had long dark brown hair, wore a tight-fitting gray-black hunting suit, and had a bumpy figure, with a short shotgun and a dagger stuck in a belt at her waist.

"Who is she?"

"How did you get here?"

Sherlock was puzzled, and after calming down, he was about to try to ask, when he suddenly saw the woman in front of him, holding up a black bead.

"I request identification of this seal......"

Sherlock was stunned.

"Identification?"

"Seals?"

He didn't know what a "seal" was, but the scene in front of him was really hard to refuse.

Sherlock observed the appearance of the beads and reluctantly concluded:

"It's a black, glass-like bead......"

He muttered this.

The woman in front of her who worshipped sincerely showed a look of surprise.

Kakamiu heard the mysterious voice again, and it rang in her ears:

"Seal B2-22, the heart of the claws that pierce the black mist......"

Immediately, on the thick fog around the fingertips of Kakamiao, specific words emerged:

"Name: Seal B2-22;"

"Unsealing: Feeding the blood of a Raven Walker will make it glow faintly. No amount of black fog, real or illusory, can stop its tearing effect. Your road ahead is bright, watch out for the traps under your feet; ”

"Negative effects: Glowing for more than 1 hour will cause it to become bored and rebellious. Its claws will pierce your heart and suck your blood; ”

"Sleeping Effect: Use 5 drops of Two-Headed Bat Tears, 5 scoops of Dark Raven Walker's bone meal, 5 Sleeping Green Leaves of Watu Island, and soaking it in a sealed Mithril jar will cause it to fall asleep again;"

Kakkamia was excited, dazed, and uneasy...... All kinds of emotions filled her body and mind.

"Is this really a seal?!"

"It's actually a B2 class beyond me?!"

"Fighting in the dark, this is simply an unexpected and precious item!"

"It's a gift from the Creator!"

But then, Kakkamia became even more frightened and uneasy.

"If you receive a gift, you must pay a price......"

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to leave ......"

Thinking of this, Kakamiao once again prayed reverently, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Excuse me, what do I have to give? Can I get your permission to leave your field? ”

Sherlock looked at the "mirror" in front of him.

This beautiful young woman, who seemed to have received the answer, went from surprise to nervous and panicked.

"Pay?"

"But I didn't do anything......"

Sherlock had a headache and wanted to say no. But on second thought, if you don't need anything, won't it scare the woman in front of you?

"Then ...... 1 gold pound. ”

"Give money, give money is the most affordable. Not much, not greedy. ”

Sherlock thought so and said:

"1 gold pound."

Once again, Gakka Miao heard that mysterious and distant voice, resounding in her ears.

"Gold pounds?"

"What is a gold pound?"

She had never heard of this esoteric word, and her heart was even more flustered.

"Is it the most valuable thing I have?"

Gakka imagined, gritted his teeth, and took out the long-cherished classical booklet from the hunting bag.

It's a ritual atlas taken from a secret church, but it's impossible to get a peek at the contents, not even the identification scroll.

Since the Hidden Church was a high-end and dangerous organization, the value of this atlas was extremely high, and it was arguably the most expensive item that Gakka Miao currently possessed.

"I ask for your permission to dedicate my most precious possessions."

Sherlock looked at the "mirror" in front of him.

The woman actually took out a book and held it up to present it.

"Books?"

"What do I want books for......

"I want gold pounds......"

Sherlock was helpless, maybe the other party didn't have any money with him......

He took the yellowed classical atlas presented by the woman.

A very small one, not thin or thick, it is an antique in terms of quality. And in the opinion of Sherlock, a high-achieving student who graduated from the history department, it should be a masterpiece among antiques, and it is very old.

"It's okay, it's earned, it's not a loss......"

Sherlock was a little embarrassed and said thank you.

Once again, Gakka Miao heard that mysterious and distant voice, resounding in her ears.

Then in her eyes, the center of infinite darkness and light, the center of the deep starry sky, the majestic figure on the bronze throne, waved softly.

On her fingertips, a thick mist rose and enveloped her in an instant.

In a state of shock, confusion, and tension, Gakka Miao returned to the fence of the downtown cemetery.

She looked down with trepidation and looked at her fingertips.

On her fingertips, there was a speck that only she could see. Like a condensed lens, mysterious and deep, mysterious and mysterious.

"Does that mean I might still have a chance? Re-enter that mysterious realm? ”

"Praise the essentia of destruction on high! Praise be to our Lord! ”

Gakka whispered reverently, prayed, and then quickly departed, disappearing into the night.

。。。

Sherlock just said thank you.

In the "mirror" in front of him, the figure of the beautiful woman has been covered by a thick fog. Then, like a fade, it fades away.

All the lenses around him became silent, as if nothing had happened.

"Something inexplicable......"

Sherlock looked at the book in his hand, puzzled.

The cover is still made with ancient Ibia. The Celtic language reads:

"Psychic rituals".

Sherlock was about to flip through it, when he suddenly felt a twitch in his head, as if something was tearing and shaking, and he felt dizzy.

This is a sign of mental exhaustion......