It's hard to imagine how a person can be silenced and forced not to scream in the face of such a cruel drag and the horrific blood around him.

It can only be said that extreme fear can make people exceed their physical limits.

"Yes yes, please pull up"

"Pick up book 7 on the left-hand side of the fourth row, right?" Before the other could finish, Sherlock continued.

The middle-aged man in his hand was obviously stunned for a moment.

The basement door is so secretive that even a large part of the company doesn't know about it.

But Sherlock must be able to see it, after all, paper books are like the pure heart of a girl, and they can leave extremely obvious marks when touched a few times by the oily hands of a man with fat brains.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that Sherlock didn't want to waste time by having to glance at every room, and if he wanted to have a witness to it all, he wouldn't have had to drag this guy in his hand all the time.

Because the entrance to this basement is so conspicuous.

In a loan shark company, there is a row of bookshelves full of academic works, literary manuscripts, and even a few children's books. That's not right.

Thankfully, Sherlock had found the entrance to the basement, and he felt that no amount of fear would make the guy in his hands feel more remorseful.

So he sincerely thanked this person for his guidance along the way, and then only listened to the 'click'!

He stomped on the man's spine and pulled his hair back with one hand.

With the characteristic crunch of a broken bone, the body folded in half at an uncanny angle.

This is not an easy thing to do, because if you don't get it right, you will tear off the other person's scalp, and sometimes the thick scalp will be torn all the way to the back of the spine, but the spine will be intact.

That would cause people to suffer unnecessarily in vain, so in order to avoid this from happening, Sherlock had practiced many times in private, and now he was able to ensure that he could pout one by one.

After doing this, the middle-aged man breathed as he wished, and Sherlock shook the blood from his hand, then straightened up and pulled the book on the shelf.

"Squeak~~~"

With a modest grinding sound, the bookshelf slowly slid to the side, revealing the sealed iron door behind it.

There is a rope next to the door, which is obviously a doorbell, and in this kind of room that has been soundproofed, the knocking is sometimes blocked, so a rope is used and a bell is hung at the other end of the door.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a small sliding door above the door to be pulled open, and a pair of bloodshot eyes, who had obviously been working under the gas lamp for a long time, leaned in front of the small window and looked at the people outside the door suspiciously.

The gas pipe in the basement is obviously not the same line as the one above, so the light is still on, and because it is so dark outside, people behind the door can only see a vague outline.

"What? Black rumbling. ”

The man muttered angrily.

And within a second of that, three things happened!

In the first piece, Sherlock directly stretched out two fingers, and with an unmistakable pop, he inserted directly into the other party's eye sockets through the small window, and the two eyeballs exploded like two small tomatoes that had not yet developed, and the bright red juice inside gushed out.

Immediately after, Sherlock and his fingers fiercely clasped the gap between the other's cheekbones and eye sockets, and dragged the other's head towards the iron door, and the whole face slammed into the iron door, and only then did the man finally burst out into a violent roar.

At the same time, the second thing was that a few tentacles in the shadows had quickly burst out, sticking to the edge of the cheeks of the person inside the door, and then skillfully removed the bolt behind the door.

Of course, this is not all, in fact, in the process, or rather, the moment Sherlock's eyes fell on the inside of the door, there were three void cracks that opened behind the door.

In each crack, two or three hellhounds rushed out of each crack, and these rotten hellish creatures barely needed any visual reference, and the first moment they rushed out, they rushed straight into the depths of the basement with their sense of smell.

Immediately afterward, a series of miserable screams came from below.

And only then did Sherlock clasp the eyes of the person behind the door and pull the door open unhurriedly

Everything happened so fast!

It seemed that in an instant, the solid basement was breached, and all the workers were in disarray, but these people still had some weapons in their hands, so in an instant the gunshots rang out, but the carrion dogs did not care about the pain or death, and when they caught any of the moving creatures, they opened their bloody mouths, bit them without mercy, and then tore wildly, gunshots, barking, screaming, and mixing together for a while, and Sherlock walked into the basement in the chaos and blood

Of course, not everyone panicked in this sudden demonic invasion, and for a long time they were licking blood from the tip of a knife, so that among these people there were also a few outlaws with excellent psychological qualities, who took guns and used the tragic death of their companions as a cover, and quickly retreated to the back door of the basement.

Uh, right. There is also a secret door in the basement for retreat, how can there be only one exit in this kind of place.

A few outlaws rushed out frantically, running down a hallway desperately, the gas lights above them flickering, as if beating the beat of the messy escape.

There is a door not far ahead, and there is a street outside the door, no matter who it is, it is impossible to kill people indiscriminately on the street of this rule of law society!!

Although it is a little ridiculous, these outlaws are actually starting to rejoice that this is a beautiful era of murder and lawlessness at this time.

However, at this very moment

Squeak.

The door in front of him was pulled open.

Some snowflakes blew in with the cold wind, and outside the door stood a tall man, dressed in a very elaborate brown thick suit, wrapped in a warm scarf, and a few strands of curly blonde hair hanging down his forehead, like a gentleman who had pushed open the door of a high-end restaurant and came to an appointment with a beautiful girl.

Watson shook the snow off his shoulders, then looked at the outlaws in front of him with a bewildered expression.

"Hello"

He actually said hello politely, and then showed a very charming smile.

"Look at your panicked looks, that guy should be here."

(End of chapter)