In the canteen of the factory, champagne, music, drunkenness, crying and laughter are mixed.

And in the extended space of the factory, there is only tranquility.

Those slender tentacles penetrated into the [crimson] body little by little, slowly and delicately covering every inch of its nerves, silent, quiet to the extreme, and there was a thrilling feeling.

Sherlock has manipulated all kinds of demons, which is absolutely an incredible thing for normal people, but in fact, he has never controlled any of the creatures in hell according to the Holy See's contract training method.

Even, he didn't even experience any training for his own ontological contract demons, that is, those tentacles, because the tacit understanding between them seemed to be untrained at all, and those little guys knew how to light cigarettes for themselves. Still training a fart, do you want them to pour water for their weak tea, laundry and quilts?

Oh, actually, it works now.

In short, Sherlock's control over all demons is through these tentacles, which is the way he is most familiar and habitual.

And now, the experiment in this factory has basically settled, and the rest is the follow-up finishing work, so there is no need for this crimson to continue testing.

So I put it in the air, and Sherlock wanted to try if he could control a third-order great demon.

Not through a forced contract with the soul line, but through the way you like the most and do the best, turn this demon into your own!

Although Sherlock is still only a second-order contractor, when he was in the first stage, he once occupied a second-order demon in the Hell, so by analogy, now that he occupies a third-order demon, and it is a demon that has established a brain domain link with him, there should be no problem.

The tiny filaments are still spreading within the huge body, in terms of volume alone, a [Crimson] is much larger than a carrion dog, so the time will naturally be longer, so, in the tranquility, two figures, one large and one small, stand opposite each other, Sherlock felt his spirit slowly wandering in that huge body, spreading, like a realm in hell, little by little becoming his own possessions, every muscle, every bone, a stream of hot like a hell's breeze with his own mind, Imbued with that huge meridian and flesh!

Finally, Sherlock slowly opened his eyes

The huge crimson in front of him also slowly opened his eyes, and the pupils that had been soaked in the demonic tranquilizer over and over again I don't know how many times seemed to be no longer lifeless, and even blinked, and under the light of the moon, it bloomed with an imperceptible brilliance for a moment.

In the factory cafeteria, Hopkins and Watson sat in the same corner as last time, each with not too much food in front of them, and they didn't drink much wine in their glasses.

Tonight is undoubtedly the most relaxing and enjoyable night for these researchers who have worked hard for a month, they are drinking, talking and laughing and scolding, some couples of men and women hugging together, and some female staff members have taken off their heavy glasses after drinking, and the blush on their faces makes them show a beauty that they will never dare to imagine in the past.

Watson is not an experimenter in the factory, but he has gained a lot of admiration by virtue of his brief appearance half a month ago, in these dozens of minutes, four or five girls came over, with the strength of wine, wanted to invite him to dance, or leave a contact information, but he was gently refused, during this period there was even a 40-year-old female supervisor who kissed him directly on the face, and Hopkins's expression was stiff.

"You know, if you weren't sitting here, there would have been a lot of girls talking to me." He muttered.

"Of course, if they knew that you were a noble clergyman, they would have looked at you more with admiration." Watson Road.

The other day, he had disappeared for a while, and he didn't know where he had gone, but Sherlock and Hopkins were busy with things to do, so they didn't care about that.

"By the way, what about Sherlock, why haven't you come yet?"

It's been almost an hour since the dance party in the cafeteria started, and the whole factory has been notified, but Sherlock is nowhere to be seen.

"During this time, he was very interested in that third-order great demon." Hopkins said, thinking that a few days ago, he was a little struggling under the opponent's offensive, so he sighed helplessly: "I guess it's in the training area again, otherwise go and call him, so as not to miss today's meal." ”

In the hallway, Watson and Hopkins walked side by side.

In fact, Hopkins was a little envious of the doctor next to him, because he was just an ordinary person, so he didn't need to appreciate how amazing Sherlock's talent in contracts was.

And it's too amazing, it's already a little terrifying, although it's not enough to reach the point where it's stronger than himself, but it's only been a long time, if a few months have passed, what if a few years have passed, what about a few years, won't this guy become an extremely powerful figure in terms of combat effectiveness.

Walking through the familiar corridor and riding the elevator all the way down, the two soon came to the front of the extension training room, and Hopkins exhaled deeply

Being messed up by that Sherlock guy, every time he pushes the door open, he has to do some psychological construction, who knows what kind of fame he will make in it?

"Squeak."

There was no sound in the quiet hallway, so the sound of the door turning was exceptionally clear.

Some wind blew through the crack in the door, and with a few rays of moonlight scattered on the stairs in front of the door, and the door was extremely quiet.

And look inside

I saw a huge body standing in the moonlight.

Hopkins didn't know if the word standing could describe the body of the demon in front of him at the moment, because it was not standing on two legs, but with one arm. No, it's two fingers.

The streamlined body was hanging upside down in the center of the massive space in a straight position with its legs together, but the lower end touched the ground only with the tips of two fingers.

It's so straight and straight, like an upside-down picture, motionless, I don't know how long it lasts, quiet, solemn, not even trembling, silent, such as those steep and straight cliffs in the mountains, or the boulders at the lower end of the waterfall cut off the rush, at this moment, it seems that people can't help but think that some of the magnificent scenery in the world seems to be so quiet, but it can easily set off the surging in people's hearts

And under this magnificent spectacle, a figure in a trench coat was leaning against a finger, his eyes hanging tiredly, tilting his head, and snoring lightly.

Sherlock is so tired, he's human too, and he needs it too. Take a break.

(End of chapter)