Chapter 526: The World After Death

He's dead

In fact, there is nothing surprising about this, it's just death, as if this guy said countless times when he was alive, anyone will die, the difference is that he dies in a hospital bed, on the battlefield, in the sun, or blood, sludge, whether he dies in the unwillingness of the sick and aggrieved, or the burp that is dripping.

Sherlock didn't have much reluctance before he hiccuped, he was the kind of person who was the most indifferent to life, including his own, and in the former battle royale, the empire was tossed to pieces, and now he used thousands of demons to pile up a new door to hell, and even though Lord Dante repeatedly reminded him, he still betrayed humanity, and these seemingly opposing behaviors were also in his paranoid heart.

It is not unjust to die

In the end, the person that Lord Dante wants to kill doesn't seem to be so easy to survive, so death seems so reasonable, so Sherlock is neither wronged nor aggrieved when he dies, plus the elderly Dante continues to squeeze his life before he dies, it seems that he should have reached the limit.

But.

In fact, Sherlock still has a little regret, if he can defeat Dante, even if it is the old Dante, then he should die a little more happily.

And I haven't seen what will happen after the space-time rift is repaired, is it that people in that desperate world will rush into this world, and then two human societies with the same roots and ancestors will fight like this.

I didn't see whether Moriarty's crazy but extremely interesting plan would really be completed, and whether human society would return to the state before the Holy Calendar, where there were kingdoms and cultures, but there was no monopoly between resources, and technology would be shared with each other.

There are many, many things that have not been seen.

Of course, whoever dies will have a little regret, it's not a big deal, so Sherlock lowered his eyes slightly, feeling the dizziness brought by the lack of oxygen gradually deepening, and the brain could not get blood supply, so the five senses became weaker and weaker, everything in front of him became darker and darker, and finally, he fell into eternal darkness.

Forehead.

At the beginning, he felt that he should be in eternal darkness, after all, or it was written in magazines, and people's stereotypes also felt that after death, he should be ignorant and dark, and he really felt that it was dark just now.

However, when he didn't know how long he had spent in the darkness, and was about to be submerged, suddenly, he saw a crack in front of him.

The crack suddenly tore open in the darkness, and a blood-red light slowly escaped from the crack, and then grew bigger and bigger, until as the crack opened, a pair of huge eyeballs like stellar objects that he had seen countless times appeared in front of his eyes.

Sherlock frowned, his eyes widened in the true sense of the word, and then he hesitated for a long time, as if he had just woken up from a big dream, and the time spent in the darkness before was like an eternity, and suddenly with this lucidity, it was compressed into a moment of distraction.

"You're dead?"

A voice rang in his head.

Listening to the tone, it should be a kind of greeting, but most of the greetings are 'you're coming', 'you're awake' and the like, and there are few 'you're dead' that is an extremely strange way of greeting.

Not to mention, nine times out of ten, this sound came from the celestial body in front of you.

"Who are you?" Sherlock asked calmly.

"Huh?!" The voice seemed surprised, and then immediately replaced it with a familiar voice, the one between a man and a woman, and a little indebted because of the long time by Sherlock's side: "I'm your little vault of clues, you gave me the name." ”

"Oh," Sherlock rubbed his brow, death had somewhat affected his spirit, but he soon recovered.

"So, am I really dead?" He was not as surprised as he expected, and even quickly accepted it all.

"Physiologically speaking, you should be considered dead, and you also know that the human brain has irreversible damage after 3 minutes of lack of oxygen, and then as long as the sinus node stops beating, your heart will beat very fast."

"Okay, you can just talk to Watson about this expertise, I just want to know now, if I'm dead now, then what's the matter with you?"

Sherlock looked around, and when the huge pupils in front of him opened, the sun-like star also burst into flames, igniting the surrounding scene like a brilliant starry sky.

If this scene is seen by ordinary people, they will be surprised and almost crazy, but it is nothing to Sherlock, after all, he has seen this scene many times, and even used this scene to fly around the world.

"Me?"

"Yes, I mean, as far as I know, when a person dies, his consciousness should dissipate, and then slowly wait for it to rot, right, why am I in front of you, still in this starry sky, and it seems. I can still think. ”

As he spoke, Sherlock looked down at himself, and he realized that he was still wearing the blood-stained garment, but the broken bones and injuries had fully recovered, and he didn't even feel pain.

"I've never died, but I don't think that's what it looks like after I die."

The huge eyeballs in front of him twitched his tentacles that were so dense that they made people's scalps tingle, as if he was about to make a [spread hands] movement: "Yes, after most people die, they should be what you say, but unfortunately, you are a bit special, so after you died, you came to me." ”

"I see." Sherlock nodded, then sat down on the ground, "Tell me, what's going on with me?" ”

"It's a bit difficult to explain, but in general, the two of us are actually one person in terms of the concept of a huge world span, at least our brains are very tacitly at the same frequency when they are 800 years apart, and I am now fused with a celestial body and are hanging in the universe, so. Forehead. It's probably that I'm already dead, and you happen to be dead, so our consciousness is naturally brought together. ”

"You call this interpretation 'going with the flow'?" Sherlock stared blankly, as if he were looking at a student who was looking for a lame excuse for failing an exam.

"I understand your incomprehension, but I certainly can't explain the concept of time to you right now."

"What's unexplainable, according to you, we're both dead now, so there's not a lot of time to listen to you." Sherlock habitually took a look in his pocket, and when he found that there was no cigarette, his face suddenly became depressed.

But in the next second, I don't know what kind of ability it was, a new blue tone appeared on his fingertips, and then, a huge celestial-level tentacle stretched out from the side of the burning star, but when it approached Sherlock, it became very slender and very slender, and the tentacles lit a cigarette for the dead man with a temperature of tens of millions of degrees like the sun.

Sherlock thought it was a novelty, and he smiled and took a puff, the smoke that passed through his lungs filled the void of the universe.

"Is this real?"

In the middle of the veil, Sherlock asked, looking at the sparks on the cigarette butts.

"Of course not." The voice responded, as expected: "In fact, you don't have a body at all, and everything you see about you is actually a projection of your mind on yourself. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Sherlock shook his clothes like an experiment, and the blood stains turned into red petals, falling off in pieces, and at the same time, a chair appeared beside him, hanging in the universe, Sherlock got up and sat down.

"Hehe, it's interesting."

I don't know why his receptivity is so strong, and he doesn't need any buffer, so he uses this kind of mental projection.

Soon, however, he seemed to realize something, and after a moment of thought, he asked:

"So, every time I dreamed before, I went to hell, and this phenomenon is not true?"

"Of course not." The voice said, "Do you think your body can travel 800 years every night, between two worlds?" ”

"However, I can come to this universe through you, and I can jump to where I want to go through you." Sherlock's brow furrowed.

"Oh, it's not easy to understand, but I'll try to explain it as much as I can." The voice said: "First of all, this is not a cosmic space, although we have a good relationship, but I am not capable of allowing a human to survive under the vacuum of the universe. ”

"That" Sherlock looked around suspiciously, and the flickering cosmic points of light seemed so real.

"Oh, you mean things that look like stars?" The celestial body in front of him responded, "Of course those are not distant stars, those are other worlds."

(End of chapter)