The whole long street was lined with the corpses of demons......

Sherlock couldn't recognize the types and names of these demons, but they were all undoubtedly dead, for their bodies, like the corpse of the rotting corpse in his room, had become tentacle lairs, and thick or thin black filaments grew on top of the corpses, like algae soaked in the sea, swaying wildly with the raging currents, but at the same time stretching towards the sky one by one.

Sherlock looked up at the terrifying sun overhead, and countless tentacles thousands of kilometers long twisted together, as if to establish some kind of connection with the ground that humans could not understand.

There is no doubt that there is a lot of weirdness and unknown mystery in this scene, but what is even more important is that many of these tentacles that have been nourished by the demonic corpse have peeled off, crawling on the ground, squirming, coming to the edge of the realm, crawling frantically outward, seemingly devouring control of the surrounding space without mercy.

Sherlock just looked around him, feeling the connection between himself and the growing number of tentacles, and the inexplicable pleasure of standing in his own realm.

He smiled.

Suddenly, he felt something touch him at his feet.

Subconsciously lowered his head, and then saw that his initial small tentacles were like pets, slowly climbing onto his shoes, and then clumsily trying to climb up along his trouser legs, as if he had done something great and wanted to be praised by his owner.

But it was so stupid that it had just climbed to the knee seat, and it fell to the ground, and it took a pitiful long time to recover.

Sherlock leaned down and pinched it into his palm.

"What? Are you asking me for credit? ”

Of course, the tentacles couldn't speak, but the cute appearance of the cheerful writhing made Sherlock smile even more happily.

At the same time, he was a little surprised to find that he seemed to be able to sense the meaning of the little guy's intentions.

"This is the fit between the contractor and his own demon as mentioned in the book?"

[Fit]...... Well, in fact, this thing doesn't need to be explained, as long as you think about it a little, you can know that there is some kind of connection between the contractor and its contract demon.

Indecency is the summoning of it, its manipulation, or its awakening dreams, all of which can reflect this.

And the higher the connection with one's own demons, or the higher the degree of fit, the stronger the commonality between the two, and when it reaches a certain level, it can produce leapfrog growth.

In the Holy See, this tremendous leap forward is called 'evolution of stages'.

Between the first and second stages, the contractor can understand a little bit of what his demon is saying, which is a key point that must be passed.

These Sherlocks have all been seen in books.

But what he was surprised was that he had just become a contractor for less than a week, and the fit had already grown to this extent?

"Or is it because I took this little guy back to hell and let him crawl around, build nests, breed, and in any case didn't give him too many constraints, so he was very hilarious and didn't have any self-esteem and regarded me as an object to rely on?

Tsk, what's the difference between this and having a stupid pet that can only sell cuteness? ”

I guess I felt that the owner was saying that I was like a stupid pet, that little tentacle...... Forehead...... It's even more fun.

At the same time, Sherlock also sensed that the other party was sending a message to him again.

The message roughly means...... Eager to return.

"Return to ......"

Sherlock didn't quite understand the specific meaning at first, but he could clearly feel that this so-called 'return' would not bring any negative effects to himself.

So, he smiled and nodded: "Okay, then show me, what else are you capable of?" ”

Hearing the master's words, the little tentacle rolled happily in his palm, so that he didn't fall down, but fortunately climbed back.

Then, as if about to show its hand, it shook its little tail at the end, and then its whole body prostrate in Sherlock's palm.

Slow ......

Melt in.

Forehead...... It's a little hard to describe, but the little tentacle seems to have turned into something somewhere between solid and liquid, slowly following the sweat glands in Sherlock's palm and burrowing into his palm.

And he didn't feel the slightest bit of this whole process.

"What is this going on?"

Sherlock muttered, and it took him a long time to feel his body, but he didn't notice any change.

So he subconsciously took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it to his mouth, and then habitually wanted to take out the lighter;

But just as he turned his head, he was surprised to find that a slender tentacle had come to his side, rolling up the lighter in his pocket......

"Click".

Flames rose from the oil-soaked cotton threads, and approached the cigarette as if it were flattering.

“......”

Sherlock was silent for a moment, and when he realized that the ignition distance was just right, he smiled, let the tentacle light the cigarette, and respectfully put the lighter back in his pocket.

"Like...... I've become a lot more sensible. ”

He took a beautiful puff and looked at his expanding realm as he exhaled his cigarette into the scorching wind of hell......

Suddenly, something came to him.

If you smoke in hell, will the cigarette disappear when it returns to the real world?

If not, then you can save a lot of cigarette money in the future!!

The appearance of this thought suddenly made Sherlock more excited, and he happily looked at the twisted and terrifying tentacles around him, and experienced a strange feeling of being surrounded and worshipped.

Forthwith.....

"Mr. Holmes?"

"Mr. Holmes, are you there?"

In the real world, it was woken up by a doorway.

"Here we are."

Sherlock opened his eyes in reality, took out the cigarette in his pocket, looked at it, and found that one was missing, but unfortunately took it back, and then went to the door, opened it, and showed a gentlemanly attitude.

"Do you have any orders, my landlord?"