The years I played survival games [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Watson was looking for Sherlock, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye.This made him a little worried.

He doesn't know much about art, so he can't see how brilliant the skills of the paintings in this art exhibition are, and how excellent the color adjustment is.

He just felt depressed, and these paintings made him very uncomfortable, as if he had returned to the battlefield where stumps and broken arms were everywhere.This made him instinctively want to escape here.

So when he saw Sherlock coming back by himself, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and asked suspiciously.

"Where did you go just now?"

"Just met a lovely lady."

Sherlock reached out and took something out of his jacket pocket, and handed it to Watson with a few candies in his broad palm.

"You don't look very well, eat some candy."

"Sherlock?"

Watson looked puzzled.But seeing that Sherlock didn't take back his hand, he still accepted his friend's sudden and strange behavior.

As a result, after eating one, he wondered if sweets were easy to soothe people's emotions. He gradually felt that his drowsy and restless body became much lighter.

"Where did this candy come from?"

"Candy from a lovely fire elf. Interesting, maybe save a few for testing."

Sherlock looked indifferently at the paintings that had been touted by the media.Near death, despair and fear, all negative emotions are almost rushed out of the thin drawing paper.

Some of the visiting guests on the side may have thought the painting was very scary or uncomfortable at first, but after looking at it, they seemed to have finally discovered the essence of the painting.

They laughed and were happy, their eyes were fixed on these paintings, and they praised these paintings, calling them unique in the world, and Mr. Berlin, who painted these paintings, even became the only painter in the world in the end.

Such words can be said to belittle the rest of the painters to nothing. Watson can't understand that some of these people are also prominent figures. Aren't they afraid that their inappropriate remarks will be attacked by other painters?

What else do you mean that these paintings are the truth of the world, the only thing in the world?

"This is too exaggerated."

Watson frowned uncomfortably.

At the same time, a question arose.

Am I really in the same world with them?

"They did have a foot in other worlds."

Sherlock spoke abruptly from the side.

Watson was startled at first, but soon after getting used to his friend's cheating insight, he shrugged and focused on Sherlock's words.

He looked around at the guests and whispered.

"Do you know anything?"

"We'll talk about it later."

Willow and others left with Sherlock Watson one after the other, and then sat down in a coffee shop.

When Sherlock took him to the coffee shop and saw the little girl, Watson was instantly surprised.

After all, this girl is suspected to be a fire elf, and the two people around her are not the survivors of the Titanic, the famous painter Jack Dawson who remembers the fire elf girl, and his wife?

Several people greeted each other.

Willow didn't hide her secrets, and straightforwardly spoke out about the crisis hidden in this world.

"Wait, wait, I'm a little confused."

Watson felt that his brain had become a mess, and he couldn't sort it out clearly.

"Dormammu? Lord of Darkness?

Satan is all subordinates created by him?

Are you sure this is not a story? "

He looked at Sherlock as if asking for advice, and found that this person seemed to have no doubts about such a magical story, and suddenly felt a sense of unreality.

Could it be that he was dreaming?

Otherwise, how could Sherlock believe such a story, and even discuss it with a little girl seriously?

"But it is the truth, sir."

Willow shrugged.

"Don't you feel the abnormality of those paintings and those guests?

Mr. Berlin has become a servant of Satan, and he is helping Satan to deceive people. "

"But what does this have to do with the previous suicide cases? If Satan really bewitched them, shouldn't they become like that Mr. Berlin?"

Watson pointed out the anomalies.

"This is because people's spirits vary from high to low. Some people have fragile hearts and sensitive nerves. Some people are only one step away from the abyss because of the misfortune of life.

At this time, the demonic nature of Satan will magnify their despair, fear and yearning for death.

Satan itself just wants to develop believers, so that darkness can invade this world, so that this world can fall into Dormammu's control.But he couldn't control his power either.

Just like no matter how careful an elephant is, it will always trample a few ants to death. "

Willow's explanation was very objective, but it was precisely because of this that Watson frowned.

"That statement is really unpleasant."

"But it's true."

Jack spoke, and he fully supported Willow.

Ruth didn't speak on the side, but obviously her husband's words were her thoughts. For those who witnessed the miracle of Willow being saved by her, as long as Willow spoke, they were willing to believe it.

By the time Watson had digested it for a long time and was doubtful, Willow and Sherlock had already chatted for a long time.

After hearing what the two said, he looked at them.

"Sneaking into the house of Mr. Berlin?

This is a crime. "

He paused and asked in a low voice.

"what should we do?"

Is your attitude a little impatient?

Willow silently turned her head and looked over.

Watson argued with some embarrassment.

"Finding out the truth is the most important thing."

He didn't believe it all yet, but after hearing that story, who wouldn't be curious, what if it was true?

"Mr. Berlin is still a bachelor, but it seems that there are servants. I will ring the bell to lure the servants out. You take the opportunity to sneak in?"

Watson is worthy of being the one who followed Sherlock Holmes through the streets of London in search of the truth of the case, and he came up with an infiltration plan in an instant.

"No, we can go in together."

Willow led everyone quietly to the back of Mr. Berlin's house, which was covered by trees, and then she took out a staff.

The two huge gemstones exuding soft light almost dazzled everyone's eyes.

"This is much bigger than the Heart of the Ocean."

Ruth couldn't help muttering.

"And very useful."

Looking at the teleportation and the freezing staff, Willow sighed with emotion.

"If I had this at the time, it would have been easier to save people.

Watch out, we're leaving. "

When everyone appeared in a room, it was a dark room they saw from the outside.

They understood what Willow meant, and their eyes were full of amazement.

Jack whispered in surprise.

"Is this magic?"

"Interesting."

Ruth's eyes sparkled.

After five years, they seem to have become more mature, but the adventurous spirit in their bones does not seem to fade away with time.

And Watson felt that maybe that too magical story was indeed true.

But when these few people were sighing, the dedicated Mr. Sherlock quickly started to check the room.

It was a bedroom with the lights out, Mr. Berlin's bedroom.The curtains were all drawn, and it was pitch black in here.

Fortunately, Willow had a fire, and with the help of the lighter, light appeared in the room.

It also makes the scene in the bedroom invisible.

Ruth covered her mouth in surprise to keep herself from screaming.

The wall of this bedroom is actually black, with overlapping shades of black and mixed with touches of dark red, forming a strange pattern.

It's like a group of devils hiding inside, with greedy eyes looking at the world outside.

Of course, if the lights are dim, people who don't know the place walk in and think it's a murder scene at first glance!

This room, like Mr. Berlin's paintings, is unreasonably depressing.

Sherlock and Willow checked and found no information about Satan. Jack is a friend of Mr. Berlin and has been here several times.

So he proposed to look elsewhere.He can show the way.

Everyone strolled around on the second floor, during which they could still hear the servants downstairs, and found nothing special.They went to the third floor, the attic.

This is a studio. One advantage of having a studio in the attic is that it is quiet and not easily disturbed.And the lighting is also good.

Jack said that the lighting design of his friend's studio was quite good. Mr. Berlin is also good at bright and fresh landscape paintings. If the protective canvas is removed, those paintings will be beautiful in the sun.

But now, thick curtains were hung in the attic studio, and it was also pitch black inside.

After Willow turned on the lighter.

She was facing an unpainted painting on the easel, and the scarlet eyes of the indescribable thing in it were staring at her.

Willow was so scared that she quickly ate a candy to pull back the mental value that had just been reduced.

Sherlock seemed to be attracted by the thick black and red, and first took a closer look at the painting.

Then I started to observe the paint with a magnifying glass.

Willow couldn't help but admire it.Can't help but ask the system.

[How high do you think his spiritual value is? 】

[Unable to detect, but Sherlock Holmes is recognized as having a super high IQ.Even for a god-like character, if his spiritual value is digitized, he will definitely lose a lot of Huo Nu. 】

The system thought for a while and added a very deep sentence.

[Of course, if you really want to compare, he must not be able to compare with me. 】

Willow: 【...... Do you want to show some face? 】

You, an intelligent body made of data, compare the spiritual value with a flesh-and-blood person?

At this time, the whole team was fishing, and Sherlock, who was the only one trying to find clues, looked at the red paint with certainty.

"is blood.

According to the mental state of Mr. Berlin and the death conditions of the previous suicides, it may be guessed that this is human blood. "

"A red paint made from human blood?"

Ruth immediately took a step back, disgusted and scared at the same time.

"No, there's black too, and more."

Sherlock stood up straight. "