Sherlock Holmes

"Divine Comedy".? ?

A book with a very strange name is placed on the low bookshelf in front of you, but it is so attractive because compared with other books next to it, this book uses the roughest binding, and the pages have a certain color. The texture of leather and the crooked title.

The title of the book doesn't look like it was written with a pen. Instead, I picked up a sharp bone, stained with the blood of an unknown creature, and randomly carved these words on a piece of skin. .

【god】.

There is no specific description of what kind of god it is. Is it the holy light from above, the divinity possessed by the church, the moral light of mankind that the government has been emphasizing, or some evil god?

As for [qu].

This word can represent opera, music, writings, poetry, and even memories.

In short, there are just a few words with unknown meanings put together. It can be imagined that the author of this book at that time never thought of finding a reader for this book, but only used it for himself to read or record.

Of course, what attracts Sherlock is not just the rough binding and the careless title, but the fact that the book still maintains its original shape under the scorching heat of hell, although it is still dilapidated. But it is not like other books that will turn into ashes when touched.

So Sherlock reached out and picked up the book.

It wasn't too thick, but it was surprisingly heavy. He slowly opened the cover page, as if this simple act required a lot of strength.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes fell on the terrifying words in the book

The horror here is not used to describe the scenes or stories described in the words, but simply refers to the words themselves!

Those crooked fonts are stacked one on top of the other, all stacked together, as if a madman suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder had to give up his reason and forcefully cram tens of thousands of handwritings into the same page.

Therefore, those words could only be placed tightly next to each other, piled on top of each other, and piled up, turning into the minced body parts of the corpse, stuffed between each other's disembowelled internal organs, and mixed together in a chaotic manner.

Oh, no, I'm not even sure if these are words. It's probably just a kind of crazy graffiti.

Sherlock frowned and looked at it for a while, feeling a little dizzy. Occasionally, a small gap would appear between the dense black lines. If he glanced at it casually, he would almost fall into it.

Almost 5 minutes passed

He finally closed the book.

It's not because I can't stand the dizziness, nor is it because I'm afraid of being sucked away from my sanity by those weird handwritings.

It's just that I can't understand it.

No, it should be said that it is impossible to read at all, because these handwritings can no longer be dealt with using vision, reasoning, thinking skills, or knowledge such as cryptography. Let alone readers, even the author himself cannot understand it. I definitely don’t understand it, and I don’t know who wrote this book, let alone the purpose of writing this book.

Sherlock took a deep breath, put the book back in its place, and stayed silent for a few more minutes to relieve the discomfort deep in his brain.

But he didn't just walk away.

Because he understands the tentacles entangled around him, these cute little guys will definitely not do anything like "just teasing you, a little bit". In other words, this book must have some kind of weirdness.

It’s just that I haven’t discovered it yet

"What is it?" He murmured with interest.

There is an old proverb in the empire called "It is rare to be confused." Sherlock has a deep understanding of this sentence, because he can deeply feel how fucked up it is to think too fast.

Because many questions only require a few seconds of thinking to find solutions, so when you finally encounter something interesting, it will be consumed in an extreme amount of time.

Just like this, he thought of a possibility almost instantly.

That is, if the area you are in is the mirror plane of London, and hell is the mirror plane of the entire world, and this plane is filled with madness and corruption, then does the text also have the form of a mirror image?

Will that book actually exist in the real world, and in reality, will the writing on this book become readable?

The moment this idea came up, Sherlock almost confirmed 90% of the possibilities.

So he didn't think much about it. He just reached out and touched the small head of the tentacle closest to him, or the 'top'.

"I don't know what this book is yet, but it's well done."

Finished

In the real world, Sherlock slowly opened his eyes.

After several hours of hellish journey, Sherlock was full of energy, as if he had had a good sleep. The gray morning light had already filtered through the window, and when he looked at the time, it was already 7 o'clock in the morning.

He stretched, stood up, put on his coat, and opened the door.

The cold wind all night froze the fallen snow solidly, and the road surface became a little slippery, forcing the carriages on the street to slow down. Under the less dazzling light, the few vegetation were hung with lingering threads. White frost is like coldness slowing down the whole world.

Sherlock thoughtfully wrapped a scarf around himself and walked down the stairs.

As soon as I came downstairs, I saw that my landlord, Mrs. Hudson, was also going out. She was also wearing extremely thick clothes. The outermost layer of clothes was stretched to the point that the buttons could not be stretched, which looked very funny.

The two people's eyes naturally crossed each other.

"ah!!!"

She suddenly screamed, covered her mouth and took a few steps back.

"What's wrong?"

Sherlock was stunned and glanced behind him, thinking that some tentacles had accidentally climbed out and been seen.

However, there was nothing behind him.

"It's nothing." Mrs. Hudson looked at Sherlock, then patted her chest: "I didn't know what happened just now. When I saw you walking out of the shadows, I suddenly became very scared."

"Fear?"

"Yeah, maybe I haven't fully woken up yet. You know, when the weather is cold, it's very difficult to get out of bed."

She explained awkwardly, then smiled and signaled that she had to go.

"Have a good day," said Sherlock.

He knew that his landlord was going to the hospital today to take care of his unconscious father.

In fact, in this era, if you lose consciousness for more than two months, you can basically assume that there is no hope of recovery. Although with the existence of Miss Nightingale, any injury may be cured, but there is only one Nightingale, but There are thousands of miserable families in the empire.

Therefore, the young landlady who can persevere and optimistically take care of an old man despite being heavily in debt can undoubtedly be called a person with a strong heart.

Watching Mrs. Hudson get onto the public carriage, the smile on Sherlock's face suddenly disappeared.

As if he was eager to verify something, he quickly came to the street and found a shop with clean windows. He bent over and used the reflection of the window to cast his gaze into the depths of his pupils.

Sure enough, in the darkness, a faint red light flickered!

"Heh, it seems that the absorbed ability is not just affecting those little guys."

He smiled, and then tried to suppress the scarlet color in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, this kind of operation, which has never been done before, can be completed very easily.

Sherlock stood up, and as the cold morning wind blew by, he tightened his collar and turned to face the street.

White snow, pedestrians, heavy fog, and distant bells and billowing steam from chimneys.

Everything seems to indicate that today will be an unusual day.

So he stretched out his hand and called a carriage.

"Good morning, sir, where are we going?"

"British Library."

he said politely

It should be on the shelves on the 19th. As for the plot, there will be the first official encounter between Sherlock and Moriarty, as well as the sudden departure of an important character. The protagonist will show real anger for the first time, and there will be a message from the Pope. The crisis... Of course, the long-awaited Valentine's Day in another world is coming. Please support the first decision.

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