In the noisy city, the speed of traffic always makes people feel inexplicably impatient.

Along the way, the coachman of the carriage no longer knows how many people have been scolded.

However, Sherlock in the carriage was in a good mood, and slowly followed the stop-and-go of the car, and after several hours, finally reached the library.

Compared with the dilapidated and huge building in hell, the real British Library presents a vigorous and solemn visual state, in this era when everyone is running for life, dedicating their conscience or body for the currency of the empire, there are still many people wandering near the stone pillar in front of the library, thinking, sitting on the steps with a book in hand, and studying in the snow and ice.

Human desire for knowledge is an instinct, although this instinct will be slowly worn out with time and social conditions, but there are still many people who are tenacious on this road, most of them know that they may not have any academic achievements from life to death, and never delusionally can become a hero who changes the world, but still want to be those sparks to bring even the faintest light to this era.

Perhaps it is these brave existences that are the foundation of the empire's standing for hundreds of years.

Sherlock strolled up the long staircase, past a few students who were immersed in thought, and when he entered the door, he saw two young men dressed as students arguing over the anti-corruption smelting of steel, and he walked along the path he had walked in Hell; I walked through the grand hall and the quiet reading room, passing through a number of huge bookshelves that were more than five or six meters high and reaching to the ceiling, and finally came to a small corridor that almost no one would notice, and walked all the way to the end.

Right here, there was a door, and inside the door was the small room where the books of the Divine Comedy were kept.

And at this moment, there is also an inconspicuous door in front of Sherlock's eyes, there is no sign on it, not even a doorknob, the overall material is similar to the wall of the corridor, if it were not for the keyhole on it, people who walk by may not even notice that there is a door here.

Sherlock frowned, then looked to the side, and saw that the area was almost unpassing, remote and quiet, as if it had been abandoned in a small space from the time of the architectural planning period, as if even the library staff had forgotten about it.

But forgetting is forgetting, if Sherlock were to dig up this book with a crowbar now, there must have been a vote of people in security uniforms who rushed over and took Sherlock to the police station for the crime of vandalism.

Moreover, Sherlock has always been a very gentlemanly man, and in such a place of knowledge, he will certainly not engage in rude behavior such as picking locks and smashing doors.

So he just had a thought, and on the other side of the door, a void crack appeared

Fortunately, Sherlock had seen the space inside the door in Hell, otherwise, he would not have been able to tear this crack open.

This is also a disadvantage of the contractor, and that is ...... It is impossible to summon one's own demons in a place where there is no 'concept of cognition'.

For example, there is no way to open the void crack on the other side of an unfamiliar wall, because you don't know where the other side is, whether it is blocked, whether it will get stuck in the wall, and so on.

This uncertainty will prevent the contractor's summoning behavior, which will not succeed in any way, as if you can't make a person fantasize about how to breathe with their anus.

Soon, out of the crack in the void came a carrion dog, which walked behind the door, bit the deadbolt with its teeth, and pulled it to the side.....

"Click".

The door opened.

Naturally, Sherlock pushed open the door and walked inside.

Unlike the room in hell, the room in front of me is much cleaner, and one could even say a little monotonous.

The whole body is white on the wall, inlaid with a row of bookshelves, in the center of the room, there is a small white sofa, in front of which is placed a small white table less than half a meter long and wide.

Anyway, this is everything in the room, as soon as you walk in, you can clearly feel that you can't do anything but read a book......

So Sherlock walked over to the bookshelf, and asked the rotting dog to close the door, and then let it burrow back into the crack.

There are only a few books on the shelves in front of me, so it's easy to find the one you're looking for.

Divine......

Obviously, this book exists in the real world, similar to the one in hell, with a leather cover and a sloppy binding, but slightly cleaner than that one.

Sherlock took it and flipped it open......

It's also a weighty touch, and the eye falls on the first page.

At this moment, his expression was obviously stunned, and then his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Everything is as he thought, the book in Hell is a 'evil' version, and the Divine Comedy in the real world can be read.

Merely...... The content of the book is not a text, but a picture.

At least on the first page is a painting.

As you can see from the rough paintings, the author has no painting skills, but because of the simplicity of the lines, he can see the scene he wants to depict.

A number of undulating lines form overlapping mountains, and beneath the mountains there are small brushstrokes that make it possible to vaguely discern that the depiction is an animal, or simply ...... It's the devil.

Some of them are focused on sharp teeth, some of them have wings that are larger than the body, or they are extremely uncoordinated feet.

Of course, this was not enough to make Sherlock frown, after all, it was just a few demons, and the children in every family were beaten by their parents for drawing demons.

And what made Sherlock's expression more and more solemn was the round thing drawn on the mountain.

It's very small, in the upper left corner of this page, but it doesn't take much thought to know that this circle represents the sun.

Unlike the normal sun, the circle is surrounded by countless densely twisted lines, long or short, like countless twisted tentacles.

No! That's the twisted tentacles!

This painting,

Hell is drawn......

Sherlock was sure of this almost instantly!

So, he turned the second page......

On this page, there is simply a huge eyeball that runs through the entire length of the page, and it is clear that this is a close-up of the distorted sun in hell.

But who would see this hellish scene?

And who can face the sun, but instead of going crazy immediately, he depicts it.

In fact, the answer is obvious......

But Sherlock doesn't seem to have the heart to think about it right now!

Because in the midst of hell, the feeling of falling when reading this book hit again, and now, instead of chaotic brushstrokes, he saw a picture that he could understand, so that feeling was even stronger.

He really felt that his consciousness was falling little by little, as if he was about to fall into the sky, in the infinite dark void, falling towards the sun surrounded by tentacles......

And just as this feeling swept through his whole body, the countless tentacles in the shadows began to writhe wildly, and the countless tentacles in the hell began to rise neatly towards the sky!

The huge sun hanging in the sky cracked again, and the eyes that gave birth to the most extreme madness opened wider and wider, looking straight to the ground......

They are transmitting some kind of message, some kind of expectation, or some kind of request to each other.

......

Oh, and on a stone wall in front of the main entrance of the British Library, there is such a sentence inscribed.

Books are always the best way to understand knowledge......