Dr. Watson felt something wrong from the bottom of his heart. He was a doctor. At the age of 20, he chose to become a military doctor. He entered the University of London Medical College and studied in the Department of Surgery at St. Bartholomew's Hospital in London.

At the age of 26, he obtained his doctorate degree from the University of London and went to Netra to study the compulsory courses for military doctors. In November of the same year, he was sent to Northumberland's Fifth Flintlock Regiment as a military assistant and set out for India. When the war broke out in Afghanistan.

Two years later, he was injured in the Battle of Maiwang and was finally sent back to his country on the troop transport ship "Olentiz".

Later, he opened his medical practice in the United States and returned to the UK to write. Although his experience was quite tortuous and complicated, these were obvious things - that is, he used to mainly study medicine and join the army, and after he retired, he opened a clinic or published works in magazines.

In addition, he has no more time and energy to contact other areas. Even if he has it, he is only in entertainment and leisure, such as gambling, horse racing, etc., and half of his injury pension is spent on it.

But now, he knew very clearly that he seemed to be able to read astrological signs, summon the devil or perform divination, just like a mysterious scholar who is proficient in this way.

Maybe he is not proficient, but he has just mastered these evil heretic witchcraft abilities. Everything is just because of the extra things in his mind. He has obviously never touched them, but it seems that after at least ten years of learning and understanding.

The information that emerged became part of his experience.

devil!

It is indeed the evil power of the devil!

Dr. Watson was shocked and scared. He didn't know if it was a psychological suggestion. He always felt that he not only had an illusory headache, memory disorder, but also his normal vision began to be distorted.

It seems that everything that was normal in the worldly life was beginning to be destroyed by his rapid progressive "mysterious knowledge" with unknown points. They can bring him a new vision, allowing him to escape from the narrow field that has long bound him, and look at the former world with a strange perspective.

The broadened field brings new horizon to Dr. Watson, where there are still something heterogeneous in it.

Simply put, he saw the world that had never been known before, and saw things that had never been seen before from the normal situation... Of course, Dr. Watson firmly believed that he had only inevitably inhaled a few sips of the hypnotic smoke, causing hallucinations.

"Wait a minute."

At this time, Sherlock Holmes, who was leading the way quickly in front, spoke, and a slight excitement sounded in his calmness.

While trying hard to ignore and deny the unrealistic lines that appear from time to time in the field of vision and geometric interference, Dr. Watson followed the person in front of him with his head shut and almost bumped into him.

"What's wrong?" Inspector Restrade asked nervously.

"There is something in front." Sherlock Holmes narrowed his eyes slightly, "Did you see it? At about a hundred feet, there is a skull that looks like some kind of canine..."

"Sherlock? Are you serious? You can see something a hundred feet away in such a dark place?" Dr. Watson said loudly in dissatisfaction.

"Can't you just see it?" the detective asked seriously.

"I..." Dr. Watson was about to subconsciously answer this boring question and refute his friend, but he had just spit out a syllable and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Be able to see, indeed be able to see!

It is a tunnel with a very dark light environment, and they don’t have any light sources on their hands. They should only be able to vaguely identify some outlines of the scenery, but in fact, they can actually see objects quite clearly.

But the vision has become a bit strange. It is not the feeling of seeing things at night, but the darkness has become light. The concept has been reversed and confused. The clear lines outline the general outline of the scenery ahead in their eyes...

Dr. Watson gasped, his evil vision seemed to be real, not hallucinations.

The knowledge of madman that was poured into his mind actually directly brought him stronger insight, allowing him to undergo obvious changes in a very short period of time! Physical changes, not changes that are difficult to determine in terms of spirit!

"Warson, I remember when you went out, you brought your old military revolver and bullets with you? Now it's time to break that skull by your marksmanship."

Sherlock Holmes calmly commanded.

"Why?"

Dr. Watson had also seen the dog's skull a hundred feet away. It was placed there with some deliberate traces. But he still couldn't understand what was wrong with a skull.

"This should be a necromancer, a supernatural creature made by black magic, and an undead wolf dog that uses wonderful magical power to drive."

Sherlock Holmes said in a complimentary tone, with his eyes bright and bright.

"It's amazing. These things... unless they directly break their skulls, they will be resurrected again and pursue you persistently..."

How did you know... Dr. Watson almost blurted out, but he immediately reacted.

Unlike the instinctive rejection and dislike of those things, this friend of his own has taken it for granted that the evil knowledge that came out of his mind and quickly used them!

Damn it, did this guy Sherlock not consider the consequences at all?

But now is not the time to complain about this. If Sherlock Holmes had not been able to quickly use the relevant knowledge, they would be in danger. This path is indeed the path used by those lunatic cultists themselves, setting traps for outsiders.

If you are really unprepared, you will probably be dragged away by those immortal wolf dogs suddenly appearing and biting their throats.

Dr. Watson took out his military revolver, while Sherlock Holmes was still in command and pointing his fingers:

"Get closer, and closer, you must ensure accuracy and not waste bullets, because there must be more of this kind on the road ahead, and we must escape as soon as possible when they are likely to catch up..."

"This is amazing, my dear friend!" Dr. Watson replied rudely, "But can you bring us some good news? Sherlock."

"Good news? Of course, Watson, for example, you can get close to thirty feet away and shoot."

The detective was still calm and talked freely if nothing happened.

"Because the effective distance between the skulls of these supernatural wolfdogs is thirty feet... For example, as long as we find these things, we can easily determine the route we are going to take next and escape correctly."

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Along the way, despite the twists and turns, I encountered many troubles and dangers.

But with the assistance of Sherlock Holmes, a great detective who can quickly accept a lot of occult knowledge and use it according to local conditions.

Cooperating with Dr. Watson's military revolver, as well as the precise shooting skills brought by military experience or the precise hit rate caused by some other reasons, has successfully disintegrated many of the deadly traps for ordinary people.

After all, no normal person would think that a skull or a twisted and thick weird vineman in the sewer would be a sinister magic trap.

Finally, they found a way out of the winding sewer and escaped. Several people breathed the fresh air in London, and suddenly they felt like they were seeing the light of day again... even if it was still at night.

The deserted streets, lonely pedestrians, the closed doors and windows of every household, and the night wind is filled with a bit of creepy chill, proclaiming the fact that the winter season is approaching...

The three of them looked at each other tacitly, and decisively looked for the street where police soldiers stood guard and patrolled their guard to walk. They returned to the apartment-style house on 221b Baker Street by detour.

This must be done to ensure safety. Otherwise, the murderers who appear in the dark will be targeted by the murderers who are crazy about the "Baker Street Devil" and imitate cruel rituals to gain powerful power.

The three of them finally escaped. Now they just want to take a hot bath and have a good rest. Naturally, they don’t want to walk in some remote streets and alleys, and suddenly get sneered. They will feel unconscious when the back of their heads hurts.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself trapped by some perverted mechanisms, and a fanatical and hoarse voice sounded in my ears:

"I want to play a game with you..."

——This is really a scam.

Inspector Lestrade did not choose to go back to Scotland Yard to report his work. He now does not trust the police force, and he is not at ease with the two involved Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson.

So he followed him back to Baker Street.

Although Sherlock Holmes was very sure that since the madmen had not chased after them at that time and the evil wizard did not stop them from escaping from the underground hall, it was very likely that he did not care about them at all.

Moreover, since "Golden Dawn" has developed to such a strong level, but it has not yet looked at it from the perspective of darkness and lightness. They probably won't make any bigger moves for the time being, which is not in their interests.

However, this kind of thing is indeed difficult to feel at ease.

Dr. Watson found that his "sickness" seemed to have finally disappeared. As his mind stabilized, the situation of heterogeneity in his vision disappeared, and everything returned to normal.

Baker Street gas lamps, rusty railings, apartment-style houses, various facilities and supplies for daily life...

They were all kept them as they were. He no longer saw anything that did not exist in the scenery he had been used to. Therefore, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was catching a life-saving straw. Dr. Watson was unwaveringly convinced that it was indeed an illusion.

It was just because I had just inhaled hypnotic smoke during that time, the effect of the medicine in my body remained, and I was fleeing in the dark, worried that the madmen who had mastered the evil power would catch up, so I had a strange hallucination.

However, he still had a strong anxiety in his subconscious mind. He was just because of guilt, but he did not dare to ask Inspector Restrade or Sherlock Holmes if they had such a situation.

What if it is true? Dr. Watson was afraid that this was true, so he couldn't say it out after opening his mouth several times.

Until everyone was sleepy and stopped discussing the topic of "Golden Dawn" and chose to rest.

That night, Dr. Watson had a dream. Or, it should be said, he was invaded by a messy and illogical nightmare.

First he felt his consciousness floating, floating away from the bed, passing through the roof, and then looked down at Baker Street below above the roof, and his perspective continued to rise higher and higher, and finally saw more streets, the whole of London, the whole of England...

The earth shrank smaller and smaller under him, and eventually shrank into a sphere. Some kind of force pulled him away from the earth and threw him into the universe between the stars.

Countless starlights formed strange, heterogeneous constellations, and the fierce black wind blew him through the dark abyss of the universe, as if he had been buried alive in a cold and dark grave.

He had completely lost his concept of time, because the journey seemed endless, even though he was already in the opposite direction of stars, leaving the universe that ordinary people could imagine far behind.

Moreover, he could not do anything, could not feel his own body, and the indescribable fear grabbed him, making him feel that he was almost going to become an inhuman shell in this eternity.

In that eternal black realm, in the black void, in the abyss of stars, there seemed to be something there. It was an extremely terrifying dark existence that could not be looked at directly, and he could not be looked at directly.

A strong fear and despair came to him, and he felt a physical feeling of wanting to turn back.

If he continues, he will definitely lose his mind and die of madness.

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"Watson! Watson, wake up!"

Suddenly, Dr. Watson woke up with wide eyes and saw Sherlock Holmes slapped his face.
Chapter completed!