Sherlock pressed his eyebrows and tried to restore himself to his sanity.

But this action made his body become erratic.

It was still the scene when she entered the "World in the Mirror" before, and Sherlock felt that she began to descend in the boundless space.

In just a few blinks, Sherlock returned to the desk.

And he still kept opening his pocket watch, as if it was just a short moment.

"Um?"

Sherlock hesitated to stare at the pocket watch's dial.

A small time pointer pointing to 15:01 pm.

"That is, I only stayed in that unknown space for 1 minute?"

This is obviously impossible!

Sherlock recalled that from entering the "world in the mirror" to exploring doubts, to sitting in a bronze seat, to observing all the mirrors, and then seeing the woman appear, after the last transaction, the other party disappeared.

This period of time will last at least half an hour.

"The pocket watch cannot go wrong, and it was also maintained last month."

"So that is to say, the outside world has an hour process in just one minute, or in the mirror world? Or, if you exaggerate it, no matter how long it takes in the mirror world, the outside world will be short in less than one minute?"

Sherlock pondered the reasoning, but it was not enough to verify the journey of "World in the Mirror". Because he was very tired and needed to slow down.

"The thick fog on the pocket watch endoscope is still there, and the ancient text is also there, so I still have the possibility of entering again. Don't worry, study this strange phenomenon slowly."

"I can understand it even when traveling through time. Then, if this world is a bit weird, it is not impossible to understand..."

Sherlock gave himself a comforting encouragement.

With a click, the pocket watch with golden roses closed.

His eyes fell on his other hand, and the so-called "spiritual ritual" was still held in his palm and brought to reality.

Sherlock began to observe the book carefully.

From the texture and material perspective, it is not a printed paper, but a cover and page made of animal skin. It should be very old, old but well preserved.

Sherlock opened the first page with a strong interest in archaeology.

Crack, hissing... When the page opened, it made a strange sound like tearing the film.

The first page is covered with obscure and strange strange patterns, as if it is a page where millions of blood vessels gather.

An invisible smell of decay seemed to be enveloping it.

Even every word is twisting and squirming, making people feel illusioned.

The home page just says one sentence:

"Praise the essence of nirvana and decay, and praise all areas of darkness and dusk - the Shadow Parliament of the Doomsday. Gul'dan, the Withering."

Sherlock stared at the ending name.

"Gul'dan, the author of this book?"

He was about to continue to look back and see what book it was.

Suddenly, the doorbell sounded downstairs.

Immediately, the landlord Mrs. Madson opened the door and talked to the visitors.

Mrs. Madson is a former colleague of Sherlock's mother and a retired military nurse. This kind old woman gave her great care during the growth of Sherlock.

Thun, thun, thun, heavy footsteps stepped on the wooden stairs and came towards the second floor.

Sherlock rubbed his hands, and was excited with vague expectations.

Generally speaking, customers are visiting.

"Business comes to your door, and life after traveling through time begins a new day!"

He put down the antique book in his hand, stood up and placed the seat. Then he quickly rushed to the clothes rack, lifted up the gray-brown button windbreaker and put it on his body.

When he had just finished sorting out, the door knocked.

"Please come in!"

"Sherlock, this is Mr. Rooney, he wants to see you."

Mrs. Madson unscrew the door, reached out with a friendly hand, and introduced the guests beside her.

"Okay, thank you, Mrs. Madson!"

Sherlock nodded politely, his eyes falling on the visitors.

This is a man in his thirties, with a burly figure and a typical British-northern appearance. His hairline is a bit backward and he has a light yellow beard.

The man was wearing a black coat with a tailored fit, dark thick pants, and high leather boots. He was leaning on a umbrella in his hand and muddy on his upper. It was obvious that the weather outside was not good.

"I'm glad to meet you, Mr. Sherlock."

"I will introduce myself. I am a commissioner from the 'Inquiry Committee on the Popularization of Social Life Safety'. This is my business card."

Rooney handed over his business card. His appearance looked a bit rough, but his attitude and tone were very friendly.

Another name of the institution full of secondary school... Sherlock politely took the business card and glanced quickly.

"I'm glad to meet you, Mr. Rooney. Please sit down!"

Sherlock closed the door and sat opposite Rooney.

"Is there anything that can help you?"

Rooney did not answer, but used a careful observation gaze to scan the entire second-floor office environment.

Sherlock felt a little strange.

Because since the door was closed, Mr. Rooney's friendly attitude became calm and serious, even revealing a little bit of doubt.

"As far as I know, your business is not very good." Rooney looked at Sherlock seriously.

"It's already on track and there are several cases being processed. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Rooney." Sherlock maintained a polite smile.

"I've been watching this downstairs for a while." Rooney pointed out the window. "I just heard the sound of breaking the glass and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, so come and take a look."

"Did you fail to rub soap and the frame slipped down and fell to the ground? Do such small family matters also fall into the scope of your research on "social mediation"?"

Sherlock still maintained politeness and said without a smile.

"I smelled the blood, very strong. For example, in that bucket! Can you explain it?" Rooney pointed to the bathroom, the bucket with her shirt soaked.

This is a dog nose specialist...

No, the dog's nose can't smell blood downstairs...

What exactly does he do? Mesmerize others? Or has hesitated for another purpose?

Sherlock was secretly alert and said in a plain tone:

"As you know, the mirror was broken and I was hurt when I cleaned it. The shirt was bloody and soaked and easy to clean, which is normal."

"Can you look at the wound?" Rooney stared at Sherlock.

"I think you can leave if you have nothing serious, Mr. Rooney!"

Sherlock stood up and said with a polite and without a smile:

"My office is still very busy, and I'm afraid I don't have any extra time to entertain the research questionnaire of the 'social conference'."

Rooney also stood up and said in a solemn tone:

"Mr. Sherlock, I suspect you have been involved in a mysterious incident and need you to cooperate with our investigation."

"If you refuse, something bad may happen!"

Sherlock frowned slightly: "Are you a threat?"

Rooney's attitude also began to be tough and said in a stiff tone:

"I have been observing you and the second floor of this apartment for a long time. I am sure that in this house, there have been strange and dangerous events recently! I need your cooperation, if..."

His voice came to an abrupt end.

Because from this perspective, I happened to see the antique "Spiritual Ritual" book on the desk.

A strong dark and mysterious aura filled Rooney's sight.

In his eyes, a strong and squirming shadow of maliciousness seemed to bloom on the desk. The aura of decay that emerged like a tide was spreading.
Chapter completed!