Sherlock didn't quite understand what 'absorption' was, he could only sense the general meaning of the tentacles now, but he couldn't communicate with each other as clearly as humans talked.

For example, a kitten can show its anger by baring its teeth and blowing up its fur, but it can't tell the cat on the other side: 'The little she-cat you rode last week is my wife!' ’

So he could only look at the frightened eye-gouging demon in front of him, and then at the little tentacle next to him with an expectant face...... Oh, and the tentacles don't have faces.

In short, he hesitated: "Okay, then I'll leave it to you." ”

As soon as he said this, the tentacle immediately looked very happy, and twisted against Sherlock's cheek.

"Okay, okay~" Sherlock reluctantly pushed it away.

In fact, for the demon in front of him, Sherlock didn't have any leisure to want to cramp and skin it to vent his anger, he was not some inhuman doctor.

He has always felt that he is a good law-abiding citizen......

The reason why I like to stuff prisoners into suitcases is because it is convenient to carry them, and if you want to subdue criminals, you will see some blood, and if you carry a bloody person to the street, no carriage will dare to carry you.

And you can't carry the criminals all the way to the London Police Station.

Then stuffing it into a box is the easiest and most practical way.

As for the demon in front of him, although it ruined its interest in the case and made itself depressed for several hours, it is a demon after all, and no matter how much you question it, it will not be able to write you a letter of apology, and it will not even be able to do anything except writhe vigorously.

This kind of unilateral violence, the kind Mr. Holmes really has no interest in the slightest.

Anyway, it's better to leave it to these cute little tentacles, and by the way, you can see what they want to do.

At this point, hundreds of tiny filaments were already pouring in from all directions, and they were like pitch-black hairs, surrounding the little demon.

And then...... Slowly approaching, and began to burrow into its body.

This picture is very strange, although these filaments are extremely slender, and even a little rippling when the wind blows, but when they come into contact with the demon's body, they can easily penetrate into it; And the moment the first filament was drilled in, the eye-gouging demon almost violently began to struggle desperately and frantically, or rather spasm, almost as if it had suffered indescribable pain.

This reminded Sherlock of the tentacle that had descended from the sky not long ago, from the evil sun far away from the universe, when it plunged into the head of a carrion hound, and the carrion seemed to show this kind of pain beyond the limits of reason.

Of course, there could be no empathy between individuals, so Sherlock only saw the crazy trembling of the demon in front of him, and then he saw a second, third, and I don't know how many filaments began to burrow into its body.

More and more, more and more dense, as if thousands of cobwebs were intertwined in 360 degrees, and that little devil was the common center point of all cobwebs.

In the meantime, I don't know what kind of torture this poor little creature has suffered, anyway, all its feet and limbs are now open and trembling, and it may have collapsed its mind, but obviously, all this is not over yet.

Because those tentacles began to slowly squirm, sucking, and spitting the body of the little demon in the middle into the thinnest and finest flesh juice little by little.

If Watson had been here and had seen this torture-like scene, he would have looked at these little touches approvingly.

After about a cigarette, the little devil's body gradually dried up until it turned into a shell, and then the filaments dispersed, clicking...... fell to the ground, all the tissues in it were sucked clean, and as soon as the wind blew, it flew far away, and finally hit several entrenched tentacles, which were swallowed by reflex and disappeared without a trace.

Sherlock frowned, it was clear that the filaments were actually demonstrating to themselves what it meant to 'absorb'.

But what happens to these little guys after they absorb it?

Soon, the surrounding 'Kuroshio' collectively gave Sherlock a feedback.

Giving back roughly means ...... 'fear'.

......

Meanwhile, in another location in Hell, about five blocks away from Sherlock.

It was the area where expansion was most hampered, and as I had said before, there was a large crowd of demons with spiked shells, which took up half the street, and these demons looked like turtles, with thick limbs and small heads that were almost retracted into their bodies, and they usually did not move much, but gathered on the ground.

And in the field...... It's even more immovable.

But not moving does not mean that they are not annoying, these guys do not obediently become the nourishment of the tentacles, and can also defend and counterattack in a way similar to instinct, as long as they are close, they will shoot very sharp spikes from their shells, and if they are close, these spikes will also stir quickly.

As a result, the carrion dogs couldn't find a place to put their mouths, and their tentacles couldn't find a place to burrow into them.

This embarrassing situation has been going on for several days with no progress.

And that's when ......

A dense rush suddenly came from a distance.

I saw a few carrion dogs running wildly in this direction......

The demon with the carapace on the ground shrank back into the shell again, and I don't know how many times this scene has been played, and the result is the same.

The carrion dogs would bark in this direction, and the tentacles would crawl around, but to no avail.

This will continue to happen......

However, this group of demons didn't have much wisdom, they only knew how to lie on their stomachs, so they didn't notice that the carrion dogs were getting closer and closer to them, and they didn't notice that the depths of their pupils emitted an inexplicable red light.

Fear, beginning to unconsciously move......

......

At the same time, in the real world.

Several police officers finally opened the door of the steam train.

The blood and the filth in the intestines had been covered for most of the night, and had perfectly merged into a suffocating smell, which rushed out the moment the door opened, so that the police officers outside the door could spit out.

And in the next second, the shocking picture in the carriage was also naked in front of everyone's eyes.

Bai Huahua's intestines were torn into sections and collapsed on the ground, the sticky feces inside flowed out, soaked with the surrounding blood, showing a strange color that made the scalp tingle, the two corpses were slumped on the seats, their spasmodic faces were all looking up at the roof of the carriage, and the eyeballs responsible for looking up had long since disappeared, and the mouth torn open by pain formed three bloody holes......

"Vomit ————"

Finally, someone couldn't hold back the churning in his stomach, and began to vomit while holding on to the car.

"Quick...... Hurry up and contact the White Thorn Security Company ......!! ”