Dr. Watson, a doctor who chose to pursue a career as a military doctor at the age of 20, entered the University of London Medical School and interned in surgery at St Bartholomew's Hospital in London.

At the age of twenty-six, he received his M.D. from the University of London, went to Netri to study compulsory courses as a military doctor, and in November of the same year, he was sent to Northumberland 5th Fusiliers Regiment as a medical assistant to set off for India, coinciding with the outbreak of war in Afghanistan.

Two years later, he was wounded in the Battle of Maiwande and was finally repatriated on the troop carrier "Orentiez".

After practicing medicine in the United States and then returning to the United Kingdom to write, although the experience was quite tortuous and complicated, these things are clear - that is, he used to study medicine mainly in the army, and after retiring from the army, he opened a clinic or published his work in magazines.

In addition, he did not have more time and energy to touch other fields, and even if he had, it was only in terms of entertainment and leisure, such as gambling and horse racing, and half of his injury pension was spent on it.

But now, he knew with all the certainty that he seemed to be able to read the stars, summon demons, or perform divination, like a mystic scholar who was proficient in the arts.

Maybe not proficient, but he just has mastered these evil heretical witchcraft abilities, all because of the extra things in his mind, he obviously hasn't been exposed to them, but it's like he has studied and understood for at least ten years-

The information that came out became part of his experience.

Devil!

Sure enough, it's the evil power of the devil!

Dr. Watson was shocked and frightened, not knowing if it was due to psychological suggestion, but he always felt that his current self not only had an illusory headache, his memory was chaotic, and even his normal vision began to be distorted.

It was as if everything that was once normal in his earthly life was beginning to be destroyed by his "occult knowledge" that had advanced by leaps and bounds, adding an unknown number of points. They give him a new vision, a break from the narrow realm that has long constrained him, and a strange vision of the world that once was.

The expanded field has given Dr. Watson new horizons, and there is still something vaguely heterogeneous in this new horizon.

To put it simply, he saw the world he had never known before, and saw things he had never seen before from what should have been a normal situation...... Of course, Dr. Watson was convinced that he had just inevitably inhaled a few puffs of the hypnotic smoke, which led to hallucinations.

"Wait a minute."

At this time, Holmes, who was leading the way in front of him, spoke, and a voice with a hint of excitement sounded in his calmness.

Trying to ignore and deny the unrealistic lines and geometric disturbances that appeared from time to time in his field of vision, Dr. Watson followed the man in front of him with his head down, and almost ran into his head.

"What's wrong?" Inspector Lestrade asked, a little nervous.

"There's something up ahead." Sherlock Holmes squinted slightly, "See?" At that distance, about a hundred feet, there was a skull that looked like some kind of canine ......"

"Sherlock? Are you serious, you can see a hundred feet away in such a dark place? Dr. Watson exclaimed, rather dissatisfied.

"Can't you see?" The detective asked solemnly.

"I ......" Dr. Watson was about to subconsciously answer this boring question and refute his friend, but he only spat out a syllable, and his eyes suddenly widened.

To be able to see, indeed to be able to see!

It was obviously a tunnel where the lighting environment was quite dark, and they didn't have any light source in their hands, so they should only be able to make out some of the outlines of the scenery vaguely, but in fact, they could actually see things quite clearly.

It's just that the vision has become a little strange, not the feeling that the night vision is like day, but the darkness has turned into light, the concept has been reversed and confused, and the clear lines outline the general outline of the scene ahead in their eyes......

Dr. Watson gasped, his own vision of evil seemed to be real, not hallucination.

The knowledge of the madman that was poured into his mind actually directly brought him more powerful insight, which made him change significantly in a very short period of time! Physical changes, not mental changes that are difficult to determine!

"Watson, I remember when you went out, you took your old military revolver and bullets with you, right? Now it's time to rely on your marksmanship and smash that skull to pieces. ”

Holmes calmly commanded.

"Why?"

Dr. Watson had seen the dog's skull a hundred feet away, and it was sitting there upright, as if there were some deliberate marks. But he still couldn't understand what happened to a skull.

"This is supposed to be the Necromantic Dog, a supernatural creature created by black magic, an undead wolfdog powered by magical powers."

Sherlock Holmes said in a praising tone, his eyebrows fluttering, his eyes blazing.

"It's amazing, these things...... Unless you break their skulls directly, they will come back to life and hunt you down......"

How do you know...... Dr. Watson almost blurted out, but he reacted immediately.

Unlike himself, who instinctively repels and loathes those things, this friend of his has taken for granted the evil knowledge in his mind, and has quickly put it to use!

Damn, Sherlock, didn't he even think about the consequences?

But now is really not the time to complain about this, if Holmes is not able to quickly use the relevant knowledge, the group will be really dangerous, this path is indeed the path used by those mad cultists themselves, setting a trap for outsiders.

If it was really defenseless, it would probably be dragged away by those undead wolfdogs who suddenly appeared and bit their throats.

Dr. Watson took out his military revolver, and Holmes continued to command, pointing fingers:

"Closer, closer, you have to be accurate, you can't waste bullets, because there must be more of these things on the road ahead, and we have to get out of the way as soon as they can catch up......"

"This is wonderful, my dear friend!" Dr. Watson replied rudely, "But can you bring us some good news?" Shylock. ”

"Good news? Of course, Watson, for example, you can get closer to a distance of thirty feet before shooting. ”

The detective is still talking unhurriedly and without incident.

"Because the effective distance at which the skulls of these supernatural wolfhounds are activated is thirty feet...... For example, as long as we find these things, we can easily determine the next route we are going to take and get out correctly. ”

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Along the way, although there were several twists and turns, there were many troubles and dangers.

But with the help of the wisdom and keen insight of Sherlock Holmes, a great detective who was able to quickly take on a large amount of occult knowledge and put it to good use in his local context.

Combined with Dr. Watson's military revolver, and I don't know if it is the accurate marksmanship brought by military experience, or some other reason for the accurate hit rate, it has successfully dismantled many traps that are simply deadly for ordinary people.

After all, normal people would not think that a skull in the sewers, a twisted and thick strange vine, would be a sinister magic trap.

Finally finding their way out of the winding sewers, several people breathed in the fresh air of the city of London, and suddenly they all had a feeling of seeing the light of day...... Even if it's still night.

The deserted streets, the lonely pedestrians, the closed doors and windows of every house, and the night breeze with a somewhat chilling chill announce the fact that the winter season is approaching......

The three of them looked at each other tacitly, and decisively looked for the street where police soldiers were standing guard and patrolled to walk, and returned to the apartment house at 221B Baker Street by taking a long detour.

This must be done to ensure safety, or else you will be targeted by the murderers who haunt the darkness and worship the "Baker Street Demons" and imitate cruel rituals in an attempt to gain great power.

The three of them finally escaped, and now they just want to take a hot bath and have a good rest, naturally they don't want to walk in some remote streets and alleys, and suddenly be suffocated, and the back of their heads will hurt and they will be unconscious.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself trapped by some perverted mechanism, and a fanatical and hoarse voice sounded in my ears:

"I'd like to play a game with you......"

- That's really a cheat.

Inspector Lestrade did not choose to return to Scotland Yard to report on his duties, and he did not trust the police force very much now, and he was not worried about the two people involved in Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson.

So he followed back to Baker Street.

Although Holmes was certain that since the madmen hadn't chased them at the time, and the evil wizard hadn't stopped them from escaping the underground halls, it was likely that he didn't care about them at all.

Moreover, from the "Golden Dawn" to such a powerful level, but so far from the dark to the light, they probably will not have a greater move for the time being, which is not in their interests.

But this kind of thing is really difficult to make people feel at ease.

Dr. Watson found that his "hallucinations" seemed to have finally disappeared, and as his mind stabilized, the alien presence in his vision disappeared and everything returned to normal.

The gas lamps of Baker Street, the rusty railings, the apartment-style houses, the various amenities and supplies of daily life......

They had all been left as they were, and he saw nothing that wasn't there in the scenery he was accustomed to, and he breathed a sigh of relief, as if grasping at a life-saving straw, and Dr. Watson was unwavering in his conviction that it was indeed an illusion.

It's just that I just inhaled hypnotic smoke during that time, the residual effect of drugs in my body, coupled with the fact that I fled in the dark, and I was worried that those madmen who had mastered the power of evil would catch up, so I had strange hallucinations.

However, he still had a strong uneasiness in his subconscious, but because of his weak heart, he didn't dare to ask Inspector Lestrade or Sherlock Holmes if the two of them were in that situation.

What if it's true? Dr. Watson was afraid that this was true, so he opened his mouth several times but could not say it.

Until everyone was sleepy, they no longer discussed the topic of "Golden Dawn", and they chose to rest.

That night, Dr. Watson had a dream. Or should I say that he is invaded by a disorganized, illogical nightmare.

He first felt his consciousness float away, drifting away from his bed, across the roof, and then looking down on Baker Street below, and his perspective continued to rise higher and higher, and finally he saw more streets, all of London, all of England......

The earth shrank smaller and smaller beneath him, eventually shrinking into a sphere, and some force tore him away from the earth and into the universe beyond the stars.

Countless starlight formed a strange and heterogeneous constellation, and the fierce black wind blew him through the dark cosmic abyss, as if he had been buried alive in a cold and dark tomb.

He had completely lost his notion of time, for the journey seemed endless, even though he was already on the other side of the stars, leaving behind the universe that ordinary people could imagine.

And he could do nothing, he could not feel his own form, and an indescribable fear seized him, making him feel like he was almost about to become a shell without humanity in this eternity.

In that eternal black domain, in the black void, in the abyss of stars, there seemed to be something, it was an extremely terrifying, dark existence that could not be looked at, he could not look directly.

Intense fear and despair came over him, and he had a physical feeling of wanting to turn back.

If he continues, he will surely lose his mind and go berserk and die.

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"Watson! Watson, wake up! ”

Suddenly, Dr. Watson woke up with wide eyes and saw Holmes patting his face.