Sherlock observed for a moment, and with his ability to observe and analyze, he could certainly see that the dog was suddenly startled by some force when he stepped into the room and touched the area where his caterpillar had crawled.

But he couldn't understand why......

In this way, the curious Mr. Detective slowly stretched out two fingers....... Then, pinch the drooping eyeball of the dog in front of him.

Slowly exert ~~~~

The rotting corpse dog immediately erupted into a more violent tremble, and there were bursts of inaudible wails from its rotten throat, and it could be seen how painful it was for this guy's eyeballs to be rubbed and played, but it still didn't dare to move.

Until 'snap'! With a soft sound, Sherlock directly popped his eyeballs......

The dog shuddered violently, but still didn't move!

Sherlock thought for a moment, then shoved his hand into the other's eye sockets...... Vigorously crush the cartilage of the crispy meat to the cerebral marrow, then gently stir.

The dog turned white in one eye, and after a minute, he collapsed to the ground in pain and completely lost his vitality.

And throughout this process, it never dared to move a single bit, as if its brain, which did not have much wisdom, kept reminding itself not to move, not to provoke some terrifying being, otherwise...... There will be something more terrible than death.

"Shhh...... What? ”

Sherlock looked at the carrion of the corpse, scratched his head, and thought keenly: Could it be that the place where his little bug crawled over had some kind of [domain effect]?

Before his thoughts fell, the footsteps outside the door were getting closer and closer.

I guess it's because I walked into the realm, so the demons outside can't smell me, or some other reason;

In short, the other carrion dogs who had just been attracted by the roar of their companions didn't seem to be able to find Sherlock's location, and wandered outside for a short time before finally finding their target.

The creatures, who had little brains and were mostly rotten, saw the corpses of their companions, didn't even realize that something was wrong, just barked wildly, and then pounced on them with a flick of their cheeks.

There were three of them, the first two were more sound and much faster, and they had already rushed into the room in an instant.

The result...... Like the one they had just died, they had just stepped into the room and froze in place, their eyes staring straight ahead, as if they had witnessed something absolutely terrifying.

The one in the back was thinner, and one leg was rotten to the buttocks, causing it to run with a limp, almost jumping up the stairs in a 'three-legged jump' position.

Because of the slow running, and the two people in front of him standing at the door, blocking most of the space, so that the last dog did not rush in, but stood at the door, only the tip of an outstretched claw, vaguely touched the edge of the field, and slashed through.

However...... It's such a touch of right and wrong, and it's instantaneous! It made it feel the most terrifying and creepy gaze of a carrion dog in its entire life!

Stare!

It didn't even know what it was staring at itself, only that the slightest glance made it feel like its soul had been boiled.

The rotting dog didn't even think about it, and turned around to run away.

Probably because it didn't really set foot in Sherlock's realm, but it could have overcome the coercion that came from the depths of the soul, and it ran away anyway, desperately, frantically running in a direction it didn't know and would never care about!

But the next second it fled.

A tentacle!!

Out of thin air!!!!

That's right, it just fell from the sky!

Or more accurately, the sun hanging in the sky had a certain displeasure for the escape of this miserable little demon on the ground, and it waved one of its thousands of tentacles, cutting through an unknown distance, and in an instant it went straight from the dark abyss of the universe to the sky above London, piercing the atmosphere, clouds, smoke, and scorching flames above the boiling city, and descending on the surface of the earth in a gesture that was absolutely unimaginable in human cognition.

If measured from the distance of the eyes, this tentacle must be as thick as a mountain, and the diameter must be a behemoth that reaches more than 100,000 kilometers, but when it really descends in front of you, you find that the tip of the tentacle is so slender.

So slender that it was inserted into the head of the runaway carrion dog!!

In an instant, the carrion dog began to convulse violently, and I don't know what kind of despair and pain it suffered, as if its body couldn't bear that kind of pain for a moment, and it wanted to use brute force to separate itself from its head!

But it didn't work out.

The tentacles descended in such a strange and grand way in an instant, and then retracted into the sky, sweeping away the miserable demon.

Sherlock stared blankly.

Ever since he participated in the canonization ceremony and established a connection with that useless little worm, his dreams have changed drastically, and almost every time he falls asleep, it brings him an unprecedented sense of shock!

So much so that after witnessing the scene just now that was completely incomprehensible to his reason, he didn't even make a stunned expression for too long, and ...... It was easy to accept.

I was just a little curious, could the dog really be brought to the terrifying sun in this way? If so, what will it go through?

Also, why is this happening?

Could it be that the sun in the sky ...... Are you helping yourself?

And in the few seconds he was pondering......

His contract worm seemed to be happy, cheerful, and crawling towards the corpse of the dead carrion.

And then......

Followed the hole in the eye socket and drilled in......