Speaking of the bathroom, Sherlock turned around and looked at the mess beside the washbasin, the scattered fragments, the splashing water marks...

He shook his head, immediately rolled up the sleeves of his pajamas, and began to organize.

Sherlock felt pleasure until the entire bathroom was completely renovated and everything was cleaned up.

He habitually reached out his hand and wanted to take out the golden rose pocket watch to see the time.

"Hmm? Under the pillow..."

Sherlock felt empty and stood at the door of the bathroom and looked at the bedroom, hesitating whether to knock on the door?

At this moment, the bedroom door was gently opened.

Brooke walked out slowly in a loose white shirt.

Sherlock was not tall, so Brooke was barely suitable for his shirt. It was just that she couldn't hide her straight legs and her fair barefoot on the floor.

"Let's talk about it. Some things need to be understood more."

Brooke had recovered from calmness, standing by the desk, looking at Sherlock.

Sherlock shrugged indifferently and walked out of the bathroom.

"B2-21 seal, you know. Due to the special effects of the seal, you are my sleeper."

Brooke pointed to her neck, and the small, dark red bell he wore.

"From tonight, there is a special contract between you and me. I can receive extraordinary blessings by your side."

"Of course, how big is the scope of this contract? I don't understand it yet. According to my current sense, basically there will be no impact on the scope of this apartment."

"so......"

Brooke still looked calm and pointed to the bedroom behind him, "You don't have to worry about me occupying that room, and I don't have to live on the second floor."

Sherlock nodded to express his understanding.

Although he didn't understand what Brooke said, his predecessor, as a keyboard warrior, could understand anything, so he could guess some of the meanings.

"Do you have nothing to ask me?" Brooke looked at Sherlock.

Sherlock shook his head.

"I have seen you in the mirror world, but you just don't know it. No matter how bizarre and difficult it is, there will be an answer in the future." Sherlock was silent and calm in his heart.

"You are so weird..." A complicated emotion appeared in Brooke's pupils.

She glanced at the deep and endless darkness behind Sherlock, and a trace of awe passed through her heart.

"If I guess correctly, you probably lost a lot of memories, right?"

Brooke asked seriously.

"Uh...why do you say that?" Sherlock asked back.

"My extraordinary source comes from the 'birth of life'. On moonlit nights, I can see a trace of privacy in any thing with life characteristics."

"But in you, this extraordinary ability has failed..."

Brooke still had a calm face, as if he was talking to a stranger, and continued:

"Through today's contact and observation of your words and deeds, I can be sure that you are an ordinary person. There is no extraordinary ability, no extraordinary knowledge, but..."

Brooke raised two fingers and compared a move.

"It's like a demon hunting bullet cast by a secret spell, with a plain, ordinary, or even rough surface. But inside the bullet, it contains unknown huge energy."

"That is to say, under your ordinary mortality, there are secrets like me. Yes, I, like you, are also a type of person who has lost special memories."

Sherlock looked at Brooke calmly and nodded thoughtfully.

Seeing that Sherlock did not refute, Brooke finally felt a little loose on his calm face and asked in a complicated tone:

"So, you have been summoned to one realm by a great immortal being? Have you witnessed the real eye of creation?"

Well, this is the truth... Sherlock nodded again.

Brooke also breathed a sigh of relief, and finally relaxed his expression. He sat down at the desk, looked at Sherlock and said:

"My consciousness has awakened a part, and your consciousness..."

She glanced slightly at the deep and endless darkness behind Sherlock, "Your consciousness should still be sleeping in an unknown space..."

"But it's enough to easily pick up this evil classical book, which is enough to prove that your hidden ability is more advanced than me. This is the fact that I don't need to hide anything."

Sherlock tilted his head and looked at the antique book that was placed casually on the top of the washbasin.

"Do you know this book?"

When Brooke heard this, he shook his head, but hesitated for a moment, and nodded again.

"In my memory, I probably have seen it. But I can't remember what it is. I just know how to please it..."

"Pleasing?" Sherlock frowned.

“I have tried several times over a year to stimulate or awaken my lost memory.”

Brooke said, looking at the evil classical in the bathroom. In her eyes, there was a large amount of black mist looming, swaying over the evil classical.

Moreover, there are tentacles and tentacles in the black fog, which are like blooming stamens, extending into the void. There is a faint phantom of the white bone altar floating and falling through it.

Brooke endured the tremor of his heart and pointed to the pets who had been sleeping or quiet in the living room.

"There is a ritual that requires sacrifice to ordinary people. But I changed the method to search for these animals to replace their owners."

"The final orientation of the ceremony requires an ancient tomb. I discovered the mysterious atmosphere in your house today, so come in and take a look and finally see this evil classical book."

Sherlock snapped his fingers in his heart.

It turns out that this is how the pet disappeared...

"This evil classic has an extremely powerful ancient tomb atmosphere. Through my observation, I think it can replace the orientation of the ritual and have a more perfect effect."

"So, I used my extraordinary ability, 'Night Curtain' to transport these pets in and sacrificed them to this evil classical book."

"But I didn't expect it to be the result..."

Brooke patrolled the pets in the living room and shook his head and said:

"Their souls are missing, but their bodies are still alive. The ceremony failed and I did not receive any effective feedback..."

Sherlock: "..."

No wonder these pets are stupid...

No matter what, the existence of the body can be considered as the original owner... Sherlock thought so, for the sake of his shriveled wallet, these pets who lack souls still have to go back to their own homes.

"Is it because I trembled this little book that it only absorbed part of its soul and did not completely devour the body?"

Sherlock recalled the words on the second page: "Dedicate your flesh and blood and soul to the ancient tomb buried deep in history..."

"I interrupted the dedication process, so the bone altar appeared and spit out these pets again?"

Sherlock thinks this speculation is reliable.

"Okay, Mr. Sherlock, I've finished all the things I want to know and ask."

Brooke said plainly, "Do you have anything to say?"

"What do you call you?" Sherlock turned around and asked.

"Broke."

"Ms. Brooke, how do you live? You said you can live in this apartment, but you are a stranger after all, right?"

"I can......"

Brooke had just spoken and suddenly became silent again.

It is precisely because she received the blood of Sherlock that she gained some knowledge and regained the ability to restore her body, so she decided that Sherlock was the "truth".

But this is her secret and cannot be told.

In addition, the negative effects of seals cannot be told for the time being.

Brooke thought for a while and continued:

"I have regained some special abilities and can return to the black cat form for a short time. If I live in this apartment, I don't think there will be any problems."

Poor Mrs. Madson, it's time to fry fish every day again... Sherlock nodded slightly: "Okay, I wish you a happy life."

After saying that, Sherlock waved his hand, turned around and went to the bathroom to pick up the antique book, and continued to walk into the bedroom.

"Hello!"

Brooke looked at Sherlock strangely: "Is that all? Is there anything I want to say?"

Sherlock stopped, thought for a while, and shook his head:

"Let's do it for now, Ms. Brooke. If you have time, go and return these pets with me tomorrow. Perhaps your extraordinary abilities can play some role."

"Good night!"

Sherlock waved his hand, walked into the bedroom, and gently closed the door.

"The weird guy in Guri!"

Brooke felt neglected and gritted his teeth.

"If you want to restore your memory and restore your extraordinary abilities in the future, you will definitely come to ask me for it..."

Angry light flashed in Brooke's pupils.

In the blink of an eye, her enchanting body seemed to have twisted and fluctuating ripples, which had turned into a black cat form.
Chapter completed!