Bab 37: My Domain (1)

When Sherlock opened his eyes again, it was two days later.

He felt a slight pain in his head, similar to the dizziness after a hangover. His entire body felt like it had fallen apart. The last scene in his memory was when he faced the huge eyeball that was like a planet in the sky.

After that… there was nothing else.

He fainted. As for the humble voice, it naturally became a dark area in his memory, leaving not a trace.

He shook his head. Judging from the hunger in his stomach, he had not eaten for at least 48 hours. He got up and went to the window. He saw that it was noon outside. The sunlight passed through the fog, which was rare, and shed some mottled light and shadow on Baker Street.

Very good. This way, he could at least confirm that he was not in a dream.