When Sherlock opened his eyes again, it was already two days later.

He felt a little pain in his brain, similar to the drowsiness after a drunken sleep, and his whole body seemed to fall apart, and the last picture in his memory was that he was facing the huge star-like eyeball in the sky.

Afterwards...... After that, it was gone.

He passed out, and as for that humble voice, it naturally became a dark area in his memory, leaving no trace.

He shook his head, judging from the hunger in his stomach that he hadn't eaten for at least 48 hours, and got up and went to the window, only to see that it was noon outside, and the sunlight rarely broke through the fog, casting some dappled light and shadow on the pavement of Baker Street.

It's good that at least I'm not in a dream.

He leaned his head close to the tap water pipe, and poured it for a while to make him feel more comfortable, and opened the cupboard again to see if the leftovers from the previous day were not rancid.

But just as his hand reached for the cupboard......

"Huh?"

Sherlock was stunned for a moment.

Because he saw around the cupboard...... There was a trace of brilliance, like the kind of gasoline melting into the water, but it was fleeting.

Although he couldn't explain it, the first second he saw this strange color, he was sure that this was the trace of his contract worm crawling in his dream!

"What's the situation, the area crawled through in the dream is reflected in reality?!"

He quickly cast his gaze to the rest of the room, and sure enough, the places that had been erased in the dream all emitted a faint glow, and during the time he was unconscious, the worm was obviously not idle, and had erased all the seals of the entire room.

Among them, of course, it also includes doors......

Sherlock swallowed, and although it didn't seem that there was much ripple in his expression, the muscles in his whole body subconsciously tensed.

The seal on the door was broken.

Other words...... As long as he entered the dream now, he could open this door and walk out of the room where he had been imprisoned for thirty years.

It's not the break-in after breaking the window, it's not the barbarism of smashing the wall.

Rather, through a door that can be opened, it is generous and dignified......

An unknown world beckons to itself!!!

Sherlock's body began to tremble slightly, and every fold in the cerebral cortex began to cry out with excitement.

But this Mr. Detective is at this juncture...... Took a deep breath.

Then he calmly opened the cupboard, took out a leftover tortilla from the previous day and sniffed it to make sure it was not broken, and turned on the stove that had not been used much, ready to heat it up.

"Don't worry, don't worry......"

He carefully soothed his almost boiling thirst for knowledge.

It's easy to open that door, but what about when you open it?

Face the devil on the street?

Obviously, as a human being, if he was seen, those demons would definitely pounce on him and gnaw himself to the point that there was not even a bone left.

Sherlock wasn't stupid, and although the old priest judged that his dream was some kind of nervous breakdown, or something else, he knew very well that it was definitely an 'awakening dream'.

It's just that the form of the dream is a little special.

Temporarily...... He doesn't yet know if this 'special' is good or bad.

I don't know what will happen to me when I die in my dream.

Will you wake up in reality?

Or will he just die, along with his real body, and become a corpse?

He only knew that he would never be able to resist this temptation, and he would definitely open that door eventually, and this desire to explore the unknown was like the most cruel drug addiction, which would erode him all the time, no matter how much he struggled, no matter how much he deceived himself, it would be useless.

So, he needs to come up with some action plans.

I saw him slowly grab the hot tortilla, and then began to eat, silently and seriously, crushed it little by little with his teeth, swallowed it into his stomach, and then poured enough water.

During this time, his mind was constantly replaying what he had seen from standing in front of the window, what kind of demons were wandering, the situation around the streets, which shadows could hide dangers, which facilities could be used to escape, and so on.

After fifteen minutes, he finally formulated a course of action for himself, although it cannot be said to be 100% safe, but it is definitely the safest course of action that can be achieved at this stage.

After that, he returned to the sofa, found a comfortable position to lie down, and slowly ...... I closed my eyes.

......

It is estimated that his brain is also looking forward to the moment when he pushes the door open, so this time he fell asleep very quickly.

In the dream, Sherlock woke up, and immediately cast his eyes on the door of the room.

Sure enough, the white on the door had completely faded......

So he got up, strolled to the door, put his hand on the doorknob, and turned it slightly.

In the next second, the surging desire to explore in his heart finally broke out of the shackles, and almost didn't give him a chance to exhale the breath in his chest, so he slammed the door open!!

In an instant, the scorching wind blew on Sherlock's body with the wind and sand that had permeated the unknown number of years, and the heavy smell of sulfur and blood enveloped the surroundings.

It's been thirty years...... Sherlock can finally step out of this cage.

He lifted his feet and stepped into the sandstorm...... Outside the door, as in the real world, there is a staircase leading to the first floor, and the layout is the same, except that the room where Mrs. Hudson originally lived has been eroded by the wind and sand, and it can be clearly judged that there is no one inside.

In fact, in this whole world, in addition to countless demons, it is estimated that Sherlock is the only one.

He walked down step by step, listening to the crunch of the stairs near shattering beneath his feet......

Slowly stepped into the boiling Baker Street.

And at this moment when his vision was finally unobstructed, he was able to look around this strange world wantonly.

An idea that had been born in my heart for a long time couldn't help but come to my heart.

"Here...... It's not going to be hell the fuck......"