It's a place where there isn't any light

So few people know what it's like here

I just know that this place is not very big, maybe less than a hundred meters, compared to the upper layers combined, the space is hundreds of times larger than here, and the fifth layer of the blood prison can really be regarded as negligible.

But the reason why this place is so small may be because the whole world, for hundreds of years, has not been able to pick out a few people who can be sent here.

There are blood and flesh that are constantly drying up and melting, and there are countless pipes on the top floor of the space above the head, constantly pouring blood into this lowest abyss.

The blood was shed by the torturers of the four layers of blood prison above, washed down through the narrow pipes, and left behind the extracted teeth, crushed bones, burnt skin, and severed flesh and blood.

Someone once said that the screams in the blood prison will always resound and never stop, which is indeed a bit exaggerated, but there is indeed a lot of blood produced here, enough to fill the pool of blood continuously.

Of course, there is more than just blood in the pool of blood.

Since its establishment, it has never been deliberately cleaned, and only after the viscous plasma reaches the water line, it will touch the bottom discharge gate, so that it will not become a solid blood lump due to long-term sedimentation.

And there has been no sunlight here for hundreds of years, and no one knows what terrible things will be nourished here by those old flesh and broken stumps, but they know that in such an extreme environment, they can only be the most hideous and bloodthirsty species, they are constantly churning in the muddy plasma, buzzing in the air that the plasma can't touch, mating, laying eggs, giving birth to more terrible things, and then like raising Gu, they are devoured by other unknown things, And so on for hundreds of years.

The terrible thing is that under this cruel and terrifying environment, there is still a person.

There was only that one

He soaked in the bloody pool, floating silently, soaking, flowing with the rippling blood.

He couldn't hear anything because his ears were closed and he could open his eyes, but he couldn't see anything in the absolute darkness.

Some people think that this may be the good side, because if he hears those squirming sounds, and sees those terrifying snakes, insects, rats and ants that have grown unbridled for hundreds of years, he does not know what a terrible impact it will have on his spirit.

But in fact, not being able to see and hear is the most terrible torture.

No matter how many experiments are undertaken, people will eventually get a unified answer, that is, the most unbearable thing for people is not too terrifying sounds, let alone cruel and bloody pictures, these things will gradually be adapted after being in it for a long time, because human cognition will be rewritten because of the environment.

But the most unadaptable and unbearable thing for human beings is to deprive them of their senses and cut off communication.

Anyone who has been in prison will know that the most severe punishment is never torture, but the 'little dark room' where you are alone.

However, the little dark room at least has iron windows, and there are voices, and you can see the mottling on the walls, and before you have a nervous breakdown, you can at least talk to yourself, and use this neurotic method to turn yourself into a madman.

But. At the bottom of the blood prison, there is not even these.

Can't hear you.

Can not see.

Can't even move.

Oxygen masks were attached to his mouths to prevent the prisoners from drowning in the plasma, and the nutritious drugs ran down the tubes to brutally keep the prisoners alive.

All the joints of the limbs are bound, not even a finger can be moved, and the body is soaked in blood, the rotting pool of blood will gradually melt the prisoner's skin, those terrible creatures will crawl between the exposed flesh, the deadly burning sensation and unimaginable pain will accompany you forever, but you can't move, you can't scream, you can't die, no one will talk to you, you can't feel anything but pain, you can't even summon a contract demon to end your life, Because the concentration of demonic tranquilizers around him made it impossible to open even the smallest void crack.

In short, the prisoners here will always be immersed here, experiencing physical pain that they will never be able to adapt to, feeling themselves decay and melt with everything around them, and then become a part of the flesh and blood around them, and in the meantime, they will endure the most terrible mental torture, losing all self-knowledge in nothingness, until they become an extreme being who knows only pain.

This is the bottom of the blood prison.

Sherlock is here, and has been here for a month.

During the month, he. Forehead. How to say it.

Actually, he's doing pretty well.

In the past thirty years, he had never rested like this, because he was constantly wanting to receive new knowledge, seeking new stimuli, constantly thinking about his brain, and already facing the rent, food, and plan how to catch the criminals every day as a low-class citizen, so that he could not only receive the bounty but not let his infamy spread.

In short, it was rare for him to have such a break.

In the middle of hell, Sherlock crouched beside a corrosive dog, slowly stood up, and wiped the blood from his hands.

For the past month, he has been hanging around in hell, and he can't move in the real world anyway, so he simply invests his consciousness in hell, as for the physical pain he endured in the pool of blood. To be honest, that kind of slow and long corrosion can't pose any threat to Sherlock now, just catch a few demons in hell, suck it, and it's over.

The only thing that is a little unpleasant is that it is a little boring.

So, he started working on something he hadn't had time to figure out before.

For example, at this moment, he had just dismantled one of the most common corrosive dogs in hell in great detail.

It's literal demolition.

And in the process, he discovered that this kind of demon, in fact, is not much different from the real dogs.

The same bone structure, the same visceral distribution, the only difference is that its gastric acid secretion is very vigorous, so it can protrude outward with some corrosive spray, but this is actually due to its long-term consumption of indigestible food or carrion, resulting in the stomach needs a stronger digestive function.

Anyway, all of this is like saying that this corrosive dog is actually a dog in the real world, but because of some change, it has become what it is now.

Of course, Sherlock couldn't have just caught a few dogs for fun, he also caught a lot of different demons everywhere to play with, and it turned out that even the most strange-looking demons still have traces in the real world, most of them are derived from the mutation of some kind of insect, or simply a combination of some creatures.

In fact, this phenomenon has been discovered by the scientific researchers of the empire a long time ago, and in order to explain this phenomenon, various theories have been produced, but after all, no one has ever been to hell, and no one knows what hell is like, so now most people still believe that hell is actually a projection of various sins or obsessions in the hearts of human beings, so the demons in it are somewhat similar to the creatures that people can think of.

However, as a person who can directly enter hell, Sherlock has discovered in the past few days that the creatures in hell should actually belong to the same thing as the animals of the human world at the root.

What this means, Sherlock didn't have an idea of for the time being, but he seemed to think of a book called "The Divine Comedy" that he had read a long time ago.

This book is a map of the area recorded by Dante after he rushed into the gates of hell alone, using his own painting technique that is not very masterful, or even can be called "sparse".

To this day, the contents of that book are still in Sherlock's mind.

Those wide, straight lines painted black all over should depict bridges large enough to span trenches.

And what are those strange, glowing altars?

Sherlock didn't know it yet.

and the huge whales floating in the ocean, but based on Sherlock's knowledge of whale habits, this kind of big thing should not appear in groups.

Also, what are those huge stone pillars standing on the ground and boxy, like huge jungles, reaching into the sky.

The scene depicted in the Divine Comedy is incredible, but if you count them, there are not many of them, because Dante does not seem to have gone far in hell, and after slaying the evil gods with the Holy Light, he rushed all the way back to the world, and soon after announced his retirement from the world.

As a result, Sherlock wants to know more about what hell is like, and can only rely on his own slow expansion.

But to be honest, even if the current expansion rate is getting faster and faster, it is still not enough to see compared to the huge area of the whole world.

In this way, Sherlock continued to think and wander in hell, trying to think of what kind of connection there was between hell and the real world.

And why was he able to summon a third-order great demon under the shroud of holy light.

Time passed day by day, a week, a month, two months

At the bottom of the blood prison, his body was constantly tormented, his skin and flesh were constantly festering with the rotting flesh around him, and the toxined juice invaded his bones and hollowed out his bone marrow.

But in the midst of hell, those tentacles are constantly sucking one demon after another, and the absorbed demons are turning into some kind of indescribable power, constantly repairing and reshaping his body.

In this way, it won't be long before every cell in Sherlock's body may come from hell.

(End of chapter)