Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 72 A small evolution

Sherlock doesn't quite understand what the operation of 'absorption' is. He can only perceive the general meaning of those tentacles, but he can't communicate with each other clearly like a conversation between humans.

For example, a kitten can show its anger by baring its teeth and exploding its fur, but it cannot tell the cat opposite: 'The little female cat you rode last week is my wife! ’

So he could only look at the frightened eye-gouging demon in front of him, and then at the little tentacle next to him with an expectant look on his face. Oh, the tentacle has no face.

Anyway, he hesitated: "Okay, then I'll leave it to you."

As soon as these words came out, the tentacle immediately seemed very happy and twisted against Sherlock's cheek.

"Okay, okay~" Sherlock pushed him away helplessly.

In fact, Sherlock had no intention of peeling off the demon in front of him to vent his anger. He was not an inhumane doctor.

He has always considered himself a good, law-abiding citizen.

The reason why I like to stuff prisoners into suitcases is because it is convenient to carry. If you want to subdue a criminal, you will have to see some blood. But if you carry a bloody person to the street, no carriage will dare to carry you.

You can't carry a criminal all the way to the London police station.

Then stuffing it into a box is the simplest and most practical way.

As for the demon in front of me, although it ruined my interest in the case and made me depressed for several hours, it is still a demon after all. No matter how you question it, it will never write you an apology letter. To the point where it can't do anything but twist around.

The kind-hearted Mr. Holmes really has no interest in this kind of one-sided violence.

Simply, it is better to leave it to these cute little tentacles, and at the same time see what they want to do.

At this point in his thoughts, hundreds of tiny tentacles were already coming from all directions. They were like jet-black hairs, surrounding the little devil.

Then he slowly approached and began to penetrate its body.

This scene is very strange. Although these tentacles are extremely slender and even ripple when the wind blows, when they come into contact with the devil's body, they can penetrate in extremely easily; and when the first filament penetrates, In an instant, the eye-gouging demon almost suddenly seemed to have suffered indescribable pain, and began to desperately struggle wildly, or to convulse.

This made Sherlock involuntarily think of the tentacle that fell from the sky not long ago, from the evil sun outside the distant universe. At that time, it inserted into the head of a corpse dog, and the corpse dog seemed to behave too. This kind of pain is beyond the limit of rational endurance.

Of course, there can be no empathy between individuals, so Sherlock only saw the crazy trembling of the devil in front of him. Then, he saw the second, third, and who knows how many tentacles starting to move towards him. It drills into the body.

More and more, more and more dense, as if thousands of spider webs are intertwined in a 360-degree three-dimensional manner, and that little devil is the common center point of all spider webs.

During this period, I don’t know what kind of torture this poor little guy suffered. Anyway, all its legs are now spread out and trembling. It may have lost its mind, but obviously, it is not over yet.

Because those tentacles began to slowly squirm and suck, sucking the body of the little devil in the middle into the tiniest bits of flesh and blood.

If Watson were here and saw this torture-like scene, he would definitely look at these little tentacles with approval.

After about a cigarette, the little devil's body gradually shriveled up until it turned into a shell. Then the tentacles dispersed one after another and fell to the ground with a clatter, and all the tissues inside were sucked up. It was clean, and flew far away as soon as the wind blew, and finally hit a few entangled tentacles, swallowed them up like a conditioned reflex, and disappeared without a trace.

Sherlock frowned. Obviously, these tentacles demonstrated to him in a practical way what "absorption" meant.

But after absorption, will these little guys change anything?

Soon, the surrounding 'black tide' collectively gave Sherlock a feedback.

Feedback roughly means 'fear'.

Meanwhile, in another part of Hell, a place about five blocks away from Sherlock.

That is the area where expansion is most obviously hindered. As mentioned before, there are a lot of demons with spiked shells gathered here, occupying half of the street. These demons look like turtles. They have thick limbs and small heads that are almost retracted into the body. They usually don't move much, and they just pile up and lie down on the ground.

But in the field, it is even more immobile.

But not moving does not mean that they are not annoying. These guys not only become nourishment for the tentacles, but also can defend and counterattack in a way similar to instinct. As long as they get close, they will shoot very sharp spikes from the shell, and the distance will be very close. If so, these spikes will stir rapidly.

This resulted in the carrion dogs having no place to put their mouths, and no place for their tentacles to burrow into them.

This embarrassing situation has been going on for several days with no progress.

And just then.

A burst of intensive running sounds suddenly came from a distance.

I saw a few carrion dogs running towards this side

The carapace-clad demon lying on the ground shrank into its shell again. This scene had been played out countless times, but the result was the same.

The carrion dogs will roar in this direction and their tentacles will crawl around, but to no avail.

This result will continue forever.

However, this group of demons did not have much wisdom. They only knew how to lie down, so they did not notice that the corpse dogs were getting closer and closer to them, and they did not notice that the depths of their pupils exuded an inexplicable aura. red light.

Fear began to creep in unconsciously

At the same time, in the real world.

Several police officers finally opened the door of the steam train.

The blood and filth in the intestines had been covered for most of the night, and they had perfectly blended into a suffocating smell that rushed out the moment the door was opened, leaving the police officer outside the door to spit it out.

And the next second, the shocking scene in the carriage was nakedly displayed in front of everyone's eyes. Not only the body, but also the organs and the sticky feces inside dripped out, soaked with the surrounding blood, showing a scene. A weird color that makes people's scalp numb.

"vomit----"

Finally, someone couldn't help their stomach churning, and started to vomit while holding on to the car body.

"Hurry up and contact the White Thorn Security Company.!!"

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