In order to avoid making contact with the crazy gaze in the sky again, Sherlock did not look up at the sun in the sky, but stepped down the long street quickly, but with great caution...... And with a few breaths, all the perceptions are turned into information and presented in the brain.

Temperature, sandstorm, sound, and viscous air......

If this is Hell, then Sherlock is probably the only one who has set foot in Hell.

Oh no, there was once a man who went to hell, the Dante who once killed the evil god of hell, speaking of which, why did Dante never reveal the appearance of hell to the Empire after returning to the human world?

Maybe he once portrayed it publicly, but as a civilian, he didn't know it......

Sherlock thought, observed, analyzed, and walked along the edge of the building, his fingertips touching the weathered walls of the street, watching the mottled surface disintegrate into thin sand, and as the wind of hell swept into the distance.

Everything around him had a fatal attraction......

He wanted to rummage through the ruins on the side, to see what was hidden in the dark shadows, to walk this path, to see the wider street scene beyond the corner, to go far, far.

However, this is not a tourist area after all! So, the danger that has long been foreseen...... It's finally here......

In this searing world, Sherlock as a human smells almost like opening a can of herring in a confined space infused with a top-notch perfume.

That taste...... It is impossible to hide it.

Oh, it might be a bit of a reversal, but ...... Demons hate top-notch perfumes, and they love canned herring!

So, at this moment, an idle rotting dog suddenly raised its head, his nasal cavity that had rotted into his skull twitched, and then he turned his gaze incredulously and looked in Sherlock's direction.

A human, a demon, just looked across the long streets of hell.

“......”

“......”

"Whoop !!!!"

Suddenly, but unexpectedly, with a roar, the rotting hounds stood up with a rub, and then frantically pounced in the direction of Sherlock.

"Hey—"

Sherlock sighed helplessly, but he was not afraid, this kind of carrion dog can also be seen everywhere in the real world, as long as he smashes his head and stirs his brain, he will not get up again.

In fact, most demons will die very obediently as long as their brains are disturbed, so Sherlock is very keen on messing his head, which can give him a sense of security.

However...... Just in the next second.

"Whoa————"

"Whoa, whoa————"

Several more roars rang out.

In the real world, because of the protection of the Holy Light, there is almost no chance of demons of the same race gathering together, so Sherlock doesn't know that the carrion dog is a kind of social demon, and often wanders in groups of three or five.

In short, with this howl, at least in three directions, there was a similar sound, and then a messy rush rushed madly towards this side.

"Excuse me."

It's impossible to abandon the desire to explore, but if you fight to the death with a group of hellish demons now, it will not be for the sake of exploration, but pure stupidity.

Fortunately, he must have been prepared for this situation, and on the way over, and the observation in front of the apartment window just now, he could already determine that there was no place around that could lurk huge demons, at least in the 15 seconds he ran back to the apartment, there should be no demons that would suddenly jump out and block the way back.

So, go back to the apartment, close the door, and see if the room can keep the demon out as before. Even if you can't, you can quickly calm down and spend about three to five seconds to wake up in the real world.

Without further ado, Sherlock turned around, pushed his speed to the limit, and ran wildly along the route he had come.

And that hellhound is also chasing after him!

Fifteen seconds later, Sherlock rushed into the apartment...... What I didn't expect was that the dog behind was not slow, and he actually followed!

"Well, it looks like I'm going to have to kill you first......" he said apologetically.

Thoughts are not lost!

The carrion dog had already rushed over, opening its bloody mouth to take a bite of the rare ingredients in front of it, and in the process, its paws inevitably crossed the doorway of the room......

Or rather, stepping into Sherlock's contract demon, the area where the caterpillar crawled.

Moment!!!!

"Huh??"

Sherlock frowned, he was ready to lift the lid of the dog's brain, but suddenly found that the carrion dog in front of him was not moving.

Forehead...... It's a bit strange, but this demon, who was still overwhelmed by appetite a second, actually stopped the moment he stepped into the room!

In fact, it can't be said to stop completely, because Sherlock can see that this guy's body is shaking violently, as if stepping into a place that it should never touch, and thus generating fear that transcends reason and instinct.

It tried to escape, but it couldn't.

The emaciated body was smoked by the scorching heat of hell, and it drifted slightly in the small room, and the hellhound cracked its mouth full of sharp teeth, and one eye had fallen out of its socket because of the rot and the wild run just now, and it was connected by a thin nerve, and it was close to the mouth.

It struggled to maintain a fixed position.

Sherlock had the strange illusion that if demons had sweat glands, the poor little creature must have been sweating profusely at the moment.

It was this strange instinct that made Sherlock's brow furrow even deeper, for he didn't know what scared the demon like this.

So he leaned forward...... He even shook his hand at his mouth

However, the carrion dog had completely lost its desire for human flesh and blood at this time, and only trembled and whimpered, like a flying insect stuck to the fly-fluttering paper, and could only accept his death with fear and misery.