The Great Demon Holm

At the end of the street, there was a general store. Even when the fog cleared, the storefront still hid in the shadows of the surrounding walls.,In an instant, blood gushed out of the wound viciously, like a miniature fountain, spurting straight up to the ceiling. It then shattered into splatter after splatter, crashing down onto the ground with a sizzle and pop.,“Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Sherlock Holmes, a detective.”。