A tentacle reached out to Sherlock, from beyond the distant firmament!

Then it transcends physical cognition to reveal a slender limb that curls Sherlock up

In the next second, Sherlock only felt that he had a bang, and his body went straight into the sky, crossing those scorching clouds, and passing through the barrier between heaven and earth!

The wind swept through his ears, and the fierce howl converged into an indistinguishable hum, as if it was a rapid fall for a moment, this reverse weightlessness made him think that he had turned into a crazy meteor soaring into the sky, its speed was definitely beyond the limit of what a normal human could perceive, and at the same time beyond the limit of what a human body could bear, at this speed, any flesh and blood could only turn into scarlet blood and fly ash in an instant.

But Sherlock didn't. He didn't even feel pain, but in an instant, he was in the vast universe, and all the sounds around him disappeared, only the ultimate tranquility, and the countless distant shining points of light dotted in the surrounding darkness.

Sherlock floated silently, with a huge cosmic object like a star on one side, and when facing it, the huge scarlet pupil easily covered all of Sherlock's vision.

But he didn't suffocate because of the lack of oxygen, didn't turn into a lump of ice or simply exploded to death because of the sudden difference in air pressure, and he didn't turn to ashes because of the scorching sun.

On the other side, there is a planet shrouded in clouds, boiling mountains and blood-colored seas, like a spore eroded by blood and corruption.

Sherlock stared in amazement

In Hell, he has always seen himself as a small human being, and in the bloody streets of London, his mind is full of streets, buildings, and ruins on the side of the road.

It is impossible for him to put himself in the shoes of a star, looking down on everything from beyond the sky.

But now, he's looking down on the planet and marveling at why it's the way it is.

I even began to wonder if the place where I was really hell was it?

If so, where exactly is hell, and why does the environment in hell present a mirror image of the real world?

If not, then what is it that has made this planet what it is now?!

These questions began to swirl in Sherlock's mind, but he could not get the answers, maybe he might know in the future, but they must be the tip of the iceberg that can only be glimpsed after an incomparably long period of cognitive baptism and countless shocks.

It would be a feat for a human being to think about the world from a transcendent perspective, and Sherlock was far, far away from that moment.

But this did not prevent him from being shocked at this moment, and the moment of contemplation under this vast starry sky could already make his heart surge!

And just thought of it

He seemed to notice something suddenly, and he saw something incredible.

A handful. Sofa chair.

He could not explain this phenomenon, his eyes could see the mountains and the sea, he could see the mountains and clouds of smoke above the planet, and he could also see a small patch of brilliance circulating on a certain continent, which was the tentacles of his own contract, covering the whole of London.

And even the size of a city, from such a perspective, is only the size of a confetti, so a chair is impossible to see.

But at this time, Sherlock could see the chair, the red patent leather armchair that he usually sits, and now placed on the second floor of Building 221B Baker Street, his eyes passed through the universe, the clouds, and went straight to the sky over London, and then through the barrier of the building, he clearly saw the chair, and even, with this chair as a starting point, his eyes could slowly move within the field.

What's even more incredible is that Sherlock feels that as long as his mind moves at this moment, he can sit back on that chair in an instant!

So, what the hell is wrong with you?

What is this weird sun doing?

Why did it bring itself into the universe, and why did it allow itself to see the scarlet, corrupt planet, and the chairs?

No one knew how Sherlock's brain circuits were turning at this time, not even himself, but he seemed to subconsciously feel that the sun behind him wanted to send himself and his chair to another place on the corrupt planet in front of him.

As for the reason, it was because it had just asked for it like talking to itself, so it did just that!

At this point, suddenly, a tentacle really stretched out towards the planet in the pitch-black universe, and the whole process was like a huge mountain of flesh and blood beyond the limit of vision, roaring straight down in front of him, but this roar did not make a substantive sound, only a huge shock of the celestial level that remained in Sherlock's heart.

Immediately, the tentacle really rolled up a sofa chair and shrank back!

“.”

Sherlock barely knew how to make sense of the picture in front of him, anyway, a person, a chair, just suspended in the universe, looking at each other at a distance, even a little funny.

Fortunately, he has an amazing receptive ability and an unbridled imagination, or rather a frenzied imagination.

So, his gaze swept across the surface of the corrupt planet in front of him, and then. Then I saw another area, where Dean Darwin's villa was located, which also had its own projection in Hell.

Sherlock could only see one room in the villa at this time, but he couldn't observe the rest of the place, and I think it may be because in reality, he fell asleep in that room, so he became an anchor in hell.

So following this thought, he tried to see if he could get the tentacles to put himself and the sofa chair down.

And with the thought moving!

Boom!

The feeling of going straight to the sky just now hit again, but it was just the opposite of just now, Sherlock only felt that the tentacle rolled up and swooped down frantically, and the distance of hundreds of millions of kilometers was crossed in an instant, regardless of whether this way would throw Sherlock out of the dinner the day before yesterday.

Fortunately, Sherlock only felt a momentary strong weightlessness, and then the tentacle gently lowered itself into the sofa chair, which was placed in a relatively comfortable place in the room one step earlier.

The tentacles retracted, Sherlock didn't really know how it got in, but the room had a ceiling.

So he could only be silent, trying to digest this strange phenomenon, as well as the strange feeling of ten thousand years at a glance just now, as if he had walked the incredible distance between heaven and earth in a long time, and saw countless scenes, but he forcibly compressed all this to an instant, even with his brain, it was a little difficult to accept.

So, after an unknown amount of time, Sherlock finally exhaled slowly.

And that's when .

"Knock knock~"

There was a knock on the door.

Sherlock opened his eyes, then walked to the door of the room in a bit of a daze, pushing it open.

Standing outside was Catherine.

"Sorry, I said it, it won't disturb your life.

But didn't we say yesterday that we were going to the lab today? How did you sleep until this time? ”

As she spoke, Catherine was stunned and looked over Sherlock's shoulder into the room.

"When did you get a couch?" She couldn't help asking.

Sherlock turned his head and looked at the familiar sofa chair, placed on the angle between the bed and the window, just in time to touch a ray of oblique sunlight and see the scenery outside the window, and he was very satisfied with this position.

So smiled happily:

"Just moved in"

(End of chapter)