"Ahem————"

Sherlock coughed a few times, he had not slept for a long time, and the injuries left by his body from the torture had made him almost unable to hold on.

But he doesn't seem to have any other way than to hold on:

"It seems that there is a contradiction in what the two of us said, first of all, Lord Dante Alighier is a hero in our world, I think you can understand this.

After he came to your world and returned to the gates of Hell, he became one of the greatest men in the entire history of the Holy Saint.

Oh, and the Sacred Calendar is our name for more than 300 years after the gates of hell were opened.

In short, Dante is not a monster, he is still a human being, he just raises flowers every day, fishes, and is it an idle old man in a small town, nothing more.

He didn't become terrible, as you say. ”

“？？？” After hearing this, Lilith shook her head a little dazedly: "Impossible, he has already mutated, it is clearly written in the record that his flesh began to proliferate, becoming extremely huge, and even these proliferating flesh began to devour humans or other creatures as its nourishment, and when he escaped from the laboratory, he had already devoured 11 people, and in the process of escaping, there was no clear record, in short, when he finally passed through the layers of guards and jumped into the space-time crack again, He was already a huge flesh and blood being fifty meters away.

He couldn't still be in human form. ”

Silence went back and forth between the two men, and it was clear that there was a big discrepancy between the information they had about each other.

Half an hour later.

"Could it be because of the embryo you just mentioned, whose existence allowed Dante to return to his human form?" Sherlock came up with an idea, but the next second, he denied himself.

Obviously, it can't be because of Nightingale, if she can reverse this mutation, then as long as she drives the car and pulls Nightingale around in the demon tide, then those demons will all turn back into humans.

So, what happened to Dante?

"Ahem————"

Sherlock coughed again, his body had reached its limit.

Although there are many, many questions to ask, such as how the appearance of the [Contractor] is, what is the connection between the people of the two worlds, why their contract creatures are tentacles, and so on.

But he couldn't spend any more time on this kind of thing, and he was afraid that in the next second, he would fall to the ground and fall into a deep sleep.

thereupon

We don't know if it was providence or if he was just so lucky, anyway, after another corner, Sherlock looked up and saw a hotel.

Between the tall buildings, the neon sign at its entrance looks so eye-catching, with red lines outlining a woman kneeling on the ground, tied with a rope, and a small leather whip is about to fall on her pattern, and a very straightforward [SEX] is written underneath.

It seems that even in this desperate world, the most instinctive desires and hobbies of human beings are still well continued.

"Yes, that's it." Sherlock said, motioning for Lilith to come in with him, and it seemed that he felt that rest was the first priority compared to medicine.

Lilith grimaced: "Can't you change places?" ”

"It's very private at first glance, and I'm always going to tie you up, and in this kind of place, you don't look very obtrusive.

Well, pretty lady, don't worry about such details. ”

Sherlock made a 'please' gesture.

"Squeak"

The door of the love hotel was pushed open, and the owner sat behind the counter like a dead pig, and when he heard someone come in, he looked up leisurely.

And after seeing Lilith's beautiful appearance, I couldn't help but be stunned, and it seemed that I was in some spirit.

"What kind of room do you need?"

I've been doing this for a long time, and when I speak, my eyes always seem to subconsciously reveal a squinting breath.

"There are ropes, there are handcuffs, quiet, privacy, and the room needs to be soundproofed." Sherlock Road.

The boss looked stunned again, and couldn't help but look at the woman on the side again, and couldn't help but secretly envy the guy in front of him.

"Hehe, I know, it's well equipped, but be careful, don't go overboard."

As he spoke, he handed out a key, and Sherlock told Lilith to exchange the card for some cash, and then led her to the basement of the hotel.

After opening the door with the key.

“.”

Sherlock couldn't help but sigh to himself, this boss really didn't break it up, all kinds of facilities were enough to be called dazzling, and the walls of the room were covered with a soft cotton layer to prevent collisions, and of course, there was also some sound insulation.

"To be honest, this kind of decoration can be regarded as high-end in our world." Sherlock muttered.

"In the process of evolution, men have never been able to get rid of the root of inferiority." Lilith was obviously very unhappy about bringing her to such a place, but she followed Sherlock into the room and sat down on a chair, "What are you going to do now?" ”

"Of course I tied you up." Sherlock said, already picking up a roll of rope in his hand.

Not only ropes, but also eye patches, mouth balls, handcuffs, etc.

Without further ado, a few minutes later, Lilith was sturdily strapped to his chair.

Looking at the woman in front of him who looked more delicate because she was tied up, Sherlock said slightly apologetically: "I'm really sorry, but for my own safety, I can only temporarily wronged you like this." ”

As he spoke, he also leaned a pair of handcuffs on the other party's wrist and the other against a water hose, confirming that the material of the handcuffs was genuine, and he nodded with satisfaction.

Just as I was about to put on a blindfold and a mouth ball for Lily.

"You know, if you do this, you're going to lose all my good opinion of you." Lilith glared at Sherlock.

"yes, then. Can your favor allow me to live in this world? ”

"I can't."

"Then I'm not interested in your liking." Sherlock shrugged, then put the blindfold over the other's head and gagged him.

After doing this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then went out and left the hotel.

He just tied Lilith here, he didn't want to sleep with her, and for safety, he was going to find a more shabby place that didn't require identification, or simply sleep in a building.

He didn't go far before he found a very nice illegal inn, the kind of young man who passes by and goes in for an hour or two, or three or five minutes before leaving.

In the world before Sherlock, there were places like this everywhere, and he liked it very much, because no one would ask you where you were from, what your name was, there was a lot of traffic, and usually the criminals who had just finished the robbery would hide in this kind of place for a few days, and no one would urge you to check out, and of course, when the final settlement time, if you couldn't pay the room fee, then wait to be beaten.

He handed over the money, took the key, and handed Sherlock the key, but the man didn't even lift his eyes.

Pushing open the door of the simple room, there was an equally simple bed inside, with no table, no chairs, only a small window about 10 cm long and wide.

As I said before, in this world, although technology has developed to a level that Sherlock cannot imagine, people's lives have not changed due to the lack of materials. Walking to the window, he opened the curtain a small gap, just in time to see the neon hotel across the street with a [SEX] sign.

There was a bed next to him, Sherlock knew that as long as he lay on it, it would be impossible to wake up in a short time, the long-term lack of sleep had brought his spirit to the brink of collapse, and he didn't know how long he would sleep, and he didn't know if Lilith had any way to contact those armed men, or whether those people could find it during the time he was asleep.

But these don't matter anymore, Sherlock can't hold on, if he doesn't sleep again, then without those people's hands, he will probably die suddenly in front of this window.

So, he turned to his side, lay down on the bed, and slowly closed his eyes.

The moment his eyelids closed, he almost didn't have any buffer time, and he lost consciousness directly, not so much falling asleep as fainting.

As the minutes ticked by, Sherlock had no idea how long he had been asleep, and when he regained consciousness a little, there seemed to be a noise in his ears.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

Because of the artificial sun, the sky in this world has always been blood-red, and it is impossible to judge how long I have slept by alternating day and night, and most of my mental exhaustion has now recovered, but my physical injuries have not been relieved.

It didn't matter, Sherlock stood up suddenly, went to the small window and lifted the curtains, and then he saw a lot of cars parked across the street, steel flying tools with huge propellers hovering in the sky, heavily armed guards had surrounded the whole street, and the owner of the love hotel was pressed out by several men, pressed against the lid of the car, and seemed to be asking him a loud question.

There was no need to listen, Sherlock knew what they were asking, and soon, Ms. Lilith was escorted out, and fortunately, the two armed men were not stupid enough to untie her, so they hurriedly carried the person out, but looking at Lilith's expression, Sherlock dared to conclude that she must now very firmly agree to the proposal of 'executing the defector in public'.

That's when it happened

Lilith looked up suddenly, her gaze slanted across the street, and in Sherlock's direction.

Sherlock immediately dodged, missing the other party's sight, and laughed helplessly at himself, he was still a little too greedy, thinking that he had been using this woman as a guide and hostage, and now that he thought about it, he should have killed her before going to bed.

But he did not regret his greed, because for for this lady named Lilith had good senses, and he should be content to be able to talk to a person with enough brains, and to solve many of the doubts that had been bothering him.

The question now is how do you get out of here?

He walked out of the room and paid in cash, and in the alley at the door, he saw a man in a brown stand-up collar coat, about the size of himself.

Ten seconds later, when he came out of the alley again, the dress was already on his body.

A few more steps forward, in front of a grocery store on the side of the street, he took a fancy to a deer-hunting hat, the brim was so low that he could cover most of his face if he lowered his head slightly, which was exactly what Sherlock needed at this time.

The sound of the car behind him is getting closer and closer, judging from the distance, those people should have come to the small hotel where they just lived, in fact, it is normal to lock the location so quickly, after all, people like themselves who have no identity, want to find a place with a bed, there is not much choice in itself, Lilith kind of person, should be able to find it at a glance.

The flying equipment hovering overhead kept making a deafening noise, and the pedestrians around them pressed their hats to avoid being blown away, and several aggressive-looking chariots drove directly into the street, their tracks rushing through the green bricks on the street with a rumbling sound.

There were no sewers in the city, and because it had stopped raining in the sky years ago, Sherlock had to stand up by the collar and walk through the shadows and alleys, dodging the searchlights that flickered overhead.

At the end of the alley, a wide straight road stopped him, and Sherlock lowered his head slightly, blending in with the crowd, and on the ground there were white lines, painted with paint, and on the opposite side there were rows of signal lights of different colors.

Sherlock didn't understand what it was, but when the signal light turned green, he seemed to understand the use of the light.

Following the crowd across the road, suddenly, several armed guards in blast suits ran out of a small alley across the street, seemingly to search the people around them.

In fact, these are all things that Sherlock has long thought of, not only searches, but also wanted notices, announcements, patrols of vehicles along the way, major arterial roads, shopping malls, docks, traffic transfer stations, anyway, in the places where life needs to go in this world, there will be a large number of armed people to set up cards and confirm their identities.

It's just that he didn't expect that those people would be so coincidental and block an intersection to check pedestrians.

However, at such a time, it will feel very conspicuous to turn around and walk back

Sherlock thought helplessly.

That's when it happened

"Squeak ————"

After a sudden braking of the wheels, the screeching sound of grinding against the ground sounded

It's too painful to get sick, there may be a lot of typos, it doesn't make sense, forgive me, it hurts, really

(End of chapter)