"Um......"

Sherlock sat on a huge bronze mount, looking at this vast and mysterious "world in the mirror".

There is only the thick fog, tentacles, spots...

And the deep starry sky far or near.

Except for the "mirror" suspended around it, it looks "live".

He is the only one who is alone in the entire "world in the mirror".

Like eternal silence...

"How should I leave?"

"It's really a bit scary to be alone..."

Although Sherlock vaguely felt that this space seemed to be under his control.

But in the face of the unknown strangeness, Sherlock still chose to follow his heart.

Let’s leave first. There will be more opportunities to study in the future, so don’t rush for a moment.

This time I entered the "World in the Mirror" for about half an hour. My mental loss was slightly better than last time, and I am still awake.

But probably it was soon, because Sherlock's brain began to twitch again, as if a little hammer was hitting, and the pain and fatigue were infested.

"Is it necessary to have a hint?"

Sherlock remembered that when he left before, it was because his fingers were pressing on his eyebrows.

He thought so, trying to hold his eyebrows with his right fingers, and at the same time he gave a hint in his heart:

“I need to leave…”

In just a moment, Sherlock felt his body become erratic.

Then it seems like descending in the boundless space.

After blinking, Sherlock found that he had returned to the bathroom. He was still standing next to the mirror in the washbasin, holding an open-covered golden rose pocket watch in his hand.

Time has only passed 1 minute.

"call......"

Sherlock let out a long breath, and with a snap, he closed the pocket watch and put it in his inner bag.

He lowered his head and held the cold water to apply it on his face to stimulate his tired spirit.

When he felt more comfortable, he raised his head and looked straight into the mirror.

Everything has returned to normal, and the mirror is still the bright mirror, reflecting Sherlock's young appearance and the secondary school temperament of an introverted and arrogant college student.

He looked at the messy decorations beside the washbasin again, frowned, and cleaned the bathroom clean. He felt happy again and pushed the door and left.

...

The trip to Mrs. Brown ends here.

Sherlock held an umbrella and held Mrs. Madson, slowly walked on Baker Street and towards Apartment No. 23.

Dingling, Dinglingling...

Dadadadada... Several black carriages shuttled past each other in a row, and the wheels splashed the ground sewage, causing pedestrians on the roadside to swear fists and scold them.

"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, there is a major news about the missing pet on Baker Street! You only need 1 kroner to own two newspapers..."

"The freshest Devin Farm Fruit, one pound of apples only costs 2 kronor, and one pound of grapes only costs 3 kronor and one pound of grapes! There are discounts and bonuses..."

"Gentlemen, ladies, come and take a look at these beautiful flowers. You only need 5 kroners to have a good mood for a day! Come and take a look..."

"Hurch Patch Circus is coming to Berjinham for a tour, this is a hot tour discount ticket! First buy first serve, lowest price of 26 kronor! lowest price..."

Along the way were hawking hawkers and newspaper boys running around. Flower girls carrying flower baskets were waving scarves at the corners of the wall.

The government specialist, with some well-dressed clothes, drove by quickly while riding the new triangle bar bike. This is the latest model on the market, a 4-pound pound, which is worth the half-month rent of Sherlock.

Although there are raindrops floating in the sky, Baker Street is still full of life.

Just like the permanent haze at high altitude, the wet moss wrapped around the pointed roof, the rows of gray-black buildings, and the carrier pigeons flying by from time to time...

And most importantly, the interweaving of rain and haze, it seems to be hidden in the Great Bell Tower of Bojinhan in the clouds.

These are symbols that have not changed for a century, full of traces of time.

Sherlock looked a little dazed as he walked along the way.

He was in this strange old age, and he could only feel deeply moved in his heart.

"...Mrs. Brown is a good person, and everything she says is crucial information. You can investigate the whereabouts of those pets as you think."

"...You seem to like yesterday's lettuce soup, I think you should buy some more if you decide to stay for dinner..."

"Ms. Brown mentioned the new bakery on Blue Moon Street. I don't know if it's really that good and cheap. Maybe I should take the time to take a look..."

Mrs. Madson enjoyed this afternoon walk, talking while walking, and talking. This was the first time she walked leisurely on the street with Sherlock's company.

As an elderly and widowed woman, only family affection can make her feel warm.

"Sherlock?"

"Sherlock!"

Mrs. Madson's shout rang in her ears.

Sherlock woke up from his immersed emotion and nodded quickly:

"Ah? You're right, you can try those breads..."

"It's already home, Sherlock."

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Mrs. Madson looked at Sherlock with concern and reached out and touched his forehead.

"I'm fine, Mrs. Madson. I'm just thinking about the missing cases, and I'm so fascinated."

Sherlock comforted with a smile.

"That's good." Mrs. Madson nodded, breathing a sigh of relief. "If you are uncomfortable, remember to tell me. Like your mother, I am also an excellent nurse."

"Of course, thanks to your care, I am very happy."

Sherlock smiled and took out the keys, opened the door of Apartment No. 23. Then he sent Mrs. Madson back to the room, and ran upstairs by himself.

Snap!

The key was inserted into the door of the office on the second floor, and Sherlock gently unscrewed and pushed it.

"Meow......"

Suddenly a black shadow rushed out.

Sherlock was so scared that he almost burst out on the spot!

"Damn it!"

Sherlock swears.

This time he was scared and his heart pounded. He looked back and saw that it was a black kitten, like black smoke, and the baffle at the bottom of the door disappeared.

"Mrs. Madson should be advised to seal the hole at the bottom of the door, otherwise these stray cats and dogs will break freely!"

Sherlock muttered dissatisfiedly, took a deep breath to calm down, pushed open the door and walked in.

He scanned the living room, but fortunately everything was clean and orderly and was not disturbed.

"Um?"

Sherlock's eyes fell on the side of the windowsill, on the large desk with copper edges.

There seemed to be a slight black mist rising and floating around.

He hurried over.

“What’s the situation?”

At this moment, on the desktop, the small antique book actually emitted a faint black smoke from the cracks of the pages. After a long flutter, a rising black fog formed.

"It's not burning, is it?"

Sherlock felt inexplicably and immediately reached out to pick up the book and shook it.

The black smoke and black mist disappeared at this moment.

It seems like nothing has ever happened.

Sherlock looked at the small book in his hand suspiciously, and immediately sat down and turned the first page.

Crack, hiss...the page still makes a weird sound like tearing the membrane.

On the first page, there are still strange and obscure patterns, as if millions of blood vessels are gathered in staggered areas.

An invisible aura of decay is shrouded in each word:

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

A strange scene appeared!

When Sherlock saw this line clearly, he was about to continue to flip back.

On the second page, there was no wind automatically. Without going through Sherlock's hand, he started to squirm and opened it!
Chapter completed!