Sherlock would come home every night when he was fine, not only to give the landlady a good impression of a 'routine', but more importantly, to see the expansion going in hell.

After absorbing the Gouging Demons, the speed of the field spread out in the lower city has made a qualitative leap, and after those tentacles have the ability to spread terror, they have become more and more unscrupulous and begin to devour everything around them, and even faintly have the posture of reclaiming the chassis to the banks of the Thames.

And in the process, Sherlock also discovered some special properties of his own field.

For example, he found that in the realm, not all demons will be imprisoned, and those demons who have signed a contract with humans can have their own activities in it.

The exact reason is unknown, but it seems that as long as they become [Contract Demons], they have a feeling of 'out of hell', they never take the initiative to attack other creatures, and other creatures don't seem to be very interested in them, Sherlock rode around Hell in the ash carriage, more than once saw two particularly aggressive demons walking face to face, just looking at each other, and then staggered by.

This phenomenon may be due to the symbiotic nature of the demon and the contractor, that is, in the eyes of the demon, as long as the same kind of person has signed a contract with the human being, then part of it remains in the human plane, and itself has become a contradictory state of 'both in hell and not in hell'.

It's as if a drinking lion sees the reflection in the water, and it must not be stupid to think that some of its kind has invaded its territory and roars at the pond.

Of course, this is not absolute, because Sherlock was very curious to do an experiment, and he drove a carrion dog to bite the ass of an apparently contract demon, and the other party blew up on the spot, screaming and chasing the dog two streets.

Well. Demons are such an interesting bunch of creatures.

And during the day.

Naturally, Sherlock would still go to the British Library to read the Divine Comedy.

The reason for this is that after reading that book, his tentacles in hell seem to have a tendency to evolve.

Specifically, when he fell asleep that night, he found that there were more than a dozen demons in the entire field that could be controlled.

That's right, a dozen!

This number of explosions was really unexpected by Sherlock, you know, in the past so long, the number of demons he can control has only changed from three to six, and just by reading a few pages, he directly doubled this number!

The only thing that is a little embarrassing is that the demons that can be controlled are almost all of the 'carrion dog' level, and even the more advanced demons can't be controlled.

In other words, the [capacity] of the demons under his command has increased, but the [quality] has not improved much.

So what happens if you continue to read the Divine Comedy?

He doesn't know!

He was curious!

So, today Sherlock went to the British Library again, and walked into the room in the empty hallway, just like last time.

And as soon as you enter the door.

And he was stunned for a moment, because he saw the piece of paper on the table, and went over and picked it up, and found a line written on it———— "No one can read that fast."

He raised an eyebrow, and then he could clearly feel the confidence, pride, and . A little bit unpleasant!

It's like a math professor who is known as the best in the world, and it took him a month to solve an extremely difficult problem, but suddenly a guy came up and said with a boastful face, 'I can solve your problem in half an hour'.

It's not a show of talent, it's not a competition between two people, it's a ridiculous and stupid thing. Overestimate one's strength or oneself.

It seems that someone has discovered that they are reading that book, and their reading progress seems to have caused some kind of misunderstanding on the other side.

Sherlock looked at the pen on the table, smiled nonchalantly, and didn't try to explain anything.

Because he has experienced too many things like this, for example, sometimes when he passes by a crime scene, if he is idle and has nothing to do, he will glance at it, and by the way, point out a murderer disguised as a passerby in the crowd.

In this case, there will always be one or two policemen who don't know themselves rushing out and shouting not to disturb them.

Sherlock is also very obedient, as a legal citizen, he generally obeys the will of the police, leaves directly, and even when passing by the murderer, he will be very considerate to comfort the other party, saying don't worry, with that group of police, you will not be able to find you for a while.

Then he did good deeds and disappeared into the sea of people without leaving a name

So this time, he just put the paper back in its place, not caring about the misunderstanding and abruptness expressed on it, and walked to the bookshelf on his own, and began to continue reading the "Divine Comedy".

This time, he slowed down a bit.

Because reading too fast, or too much, will make the brain confused, and yesterday even affected the appetite for dinner a little;

Also, Sherlock thinks that since reading this book can make those cute little tentacles in hell evolve in some way, if he reads it too fast, will it make those little ones evolve too fast and become rebellious or deviate?

There is a proverb in the Empire: "If you only pursue speed in everything, you will lose your loyal wife"

In short, there are things that you have to take your time and not rush them.

So. Sherlock deliberately slowed down.

He discovers that the book, despite its title, is like a journey to hell, starting between the mountains and permafrost of Antarctica, and then traveling all the way through mountains and oceans, documenting many huge and terrifying demons in the process.

Of course, in addition to demons, there are also things that Sherlock can't understand.

For example, some rectangular buildings are simple in outline, but towering into the sky; Something that looks like an altar, but with a light that reaches into the sky; He also saw a huge bridge of great length, which, according to the painting, seemed to span the waters between the Antarctic continent and other landmasses; There are also islands hanging in the sky; Incredibly large whales with horns.

Perhaps because the author of this book went farther and farther, the drawings became more and more distracted, and the number of pages became less and less, so gradually, he began to draw seven or eight patterns on a single page, and the painters did not grow as always, and there were even a few paintings, with Sherlock's brain, I couldn't see what he was drawing.

Finally, it took him half an hour to finish three more pages while deliberately suppressing his speed, and then he twisted his somewhat stiff neck.

When I came out this morning, I heard from the landlady that a doctor who claimed to be a friend had come to see her, and her evaluation of this doctor was. The most beautiful and personable man he had ever seen in his life must have come from some nobleman in the upper city.

He even asked how Sherlock had met such a distinguished friend.

Well, you don't have to think twice to know who's looking for you.

As for the reason for finding himself, maybe it has something to do with the eye-gouging demon, after all, after leaving the scene of the crime that day, it seems that he hasn't shown his face in front of him.

In order to prevent Watson from feeling that he had been killed by the eye-gouging demon, he decided to go back early today.

As soon as he got up, he saw the paper on the table again

[No one can read it that fast]

Sherlock smiled again, he didn't know what kind of person could say such conceited, even narcissistic, words?

It's as if he can determine the limits of humanity in this world.

These days, he is in a good mood

It was recognized by the landlady again, it was absorbed by an eye-gouging demon, and it was found that something like "The Divine Comedy" could pass the time.

So when he saw a person who was even more narcissistic than himself, he inexplicably emerged with a kind of bad taste mentality that is not easy to describe.

Sherlock walked over to the table, and then, unusually, but at the same time with great interest, picked up the pen and wrote a sentence on the paper.

You're a little slow. 】

After writing this, he nodded contentedly and left the room.

(End of chapter)