[Sherlock Holmes] The Rose and the Thorn

When Claire woke up, there was no light outside the window.As night fell, dark particles invaded the room, and it flooded everything in the world, including Claire herself.

In front of the woman's hazy eyes, a man was sitting on a seat.His cheeks can't be seen clearly, and outside the window is the abyss-like vast thorns. Just by imagining, Claire can feel that there is a power that can corrode the soul.

She closed her eyes deeply, trying to get rid of the problem of swollen head.When the quilt was gently lifted, the sculpture-like posture of the person sitting by the window was broken:

"you're awake?"

"Yes, sir."

"Did you sleep well?"

"It's okay, you should be able to get into the next work."

"That's great."

Neither of their voices were too loud, but because of the space that was so silent that even the hooting of an owl could not be heard, this conversation became an abrupt existence.

"What time is it, sir?"

"The big clock just struck nine."

"Is there a signal on the other side?" Claire said and walked to the window. There was a barren land in front of her, and the house seemed particularly abrupt.She remembered Miss Stoner's room, so when she cast her eyes in that direction, she found that both the horrible room and her stepfather's room next to it were now lit.

"They have just entered the room," replied Holmes. "It may be some time before our turn comes out."

"Ah, that's right." Claire nodded.

"You can ask them to reheat the food first, and finish the dinner before that." After getting rid of the dry throat after a long time of no conversation, the conversation between them became smoother.

Claire accepted Holmes' proposal, and after turning around and seeing the cold steak on the table, she finally decided to go to work after she was full.

Since she was the only one eating, the process of eating seemed very fast.After the hunger problem was solved, she almost woke up.

When the big clock struck eleven, Holmes who was sitting by the bed suddenly jumped up, and even the rocking chair behind him swayed reflexively.

"The signal is here, Claire, we have to hurry over!"

"Eh? Ah!" The woman stood up immediately when she heard that, and when she walked to the bed, she saw that the lights in Miss Stoner's room were all dark, and only a kerosene lamp was facing theirs. Wandering by the window, it seemed to beckon them to hurry over.

"Have you got your gun?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then let's go!"

After a brief conversation, Claire followed Holmes' pace and walked out of the hotel.He greeted the innkeeper, saying that they might not be back tonight.Then the two walked out of the hotel gate, into the dark and vast fields.

In front of them was a field of thorns. Claire pursed her lips. She didn't want to walk out of here with her body covered in injuries tonight, so she swallowed and followed Holmes closely.

"Hurry up, Claire!" Holmes walked ahead of her. They were in the middle of a thicket of bushes, and Clare felt that the hell this place was really bad made her feel tired.

"Don't rush me, first...sir!" He removed the pocket of his jacket from the thorns, and responded with displeasure, "I will never come to such a ghostly place next time!"

"There won't be a next time, if you don't mess around this time." Holmes said with a hint of sarcasm, which made Claire's already bad mood even more clouded.

"First...sir, don't say such harsh words, I guarantee that it won't cause any trouble to your work."

"Okay, okay!" Holmes said impatiently, "Then why don't you keep getting stuck by those thorns?" He stopped with his waist in his arms and watched as Claire struggled to remove the trouser legs from the vines. , Not only that, she also patted the small thorns on it.

"If possible, I really don't want to do this, but they are too disturbing!" Claire's anxious voice trembled a little bit. The resulting voice is unstable.

Holmes couldn't stand it anymore. He walked up to Claire and patted the woman's shoulder. Before Claire could understand what was going on, he had already stretched out his arm, his fingers grabbed Claire's wrist, and turned forward. When walking, Claire's mind went blank:

"Sorry, Claire, but I don't want to leave you here alone, so please forgive my faux pas."

"..." The woman didn't answer his words, but her feet didn't stop at all. Even though the speed was slowly increasing, Claire could keep up immediately.

Since then, Claire has not been pricked by a thorn again, and his faux pas has been wonderfully a blessing to her.

There were not many thorn fields in front of them, and when Clare watched the house getting closer, her anxiety about the case grew stronger.

When the warmth from Holmes' palm passed through the thin woolen cuff and spread evenly on her skin, Clare thought that it was probably the only ray of warmth in this cold space.

They sneaked into the manor and stopped in front of Miss Stoner's window. When Holmes let go of Clare to push the window, the woman subconsciously held the still warm wrist.The white air around his mouth spread out in the dry and cold air, and Claire watched as Ms. Stoner turned out of the room with the help of Holmes, and then turned back into another room on the side.And he followed Holmes lightly into the room, and then quietly stood beside the lady's bed.

Claire didn't say a word, she knew that she should maintain a calm mood and sharp nerves, but from time to time, the figures of them running on the thorn field just now would still break into her mind, making her distracted.

"We have to sit down here, or he'll see us through the air hole!" Holmes said angrily, and Clare finally came back to her senses. When she followed him and sat down, she nodded, "Also, Don't sleep, or you will die. Claire, is your pistol ready?" As soon as he finished speaking, Claire reached for the pistol on his waist and put it on the corner of the table superior.

They sat there for a long time, and even when sleepiness hit, Claire forced herself not to fall asleep.She found that Holmes on one side did not let go of his eyes staring at the blowhole at all, which made her even admire his perseverance.

It wasn't until three o'clock that Claire noticed something unusual.The strong smell of nothing and metal made her feel sick.Someone next door lights up a blackout lamp, Claire hears a slight movement, and then everything is quiet again.But not long after, a very soft sound, like the hiss of a boiling kettle, suddenly appeared.

Holmes jumped up from the bed, and after lighting a match, he took out the cane whip and struck the bell rope beside Miss Snarto's bed to summon the servants.

"Did you see it, Claire? Did you see it?" He asked loudly, but Claire didn't see anything strange, but through the match, the woman still noticed his pale face, which was as pale as death. The face was full of hatred and terror, "Pick up your gun Claire! Be careful around you!" After he finished speaking, he continued to swing the whip hard.Only then did Claire notice that she seemed to hear a distinct whistle.

But before long, Holmes stopped whipping.He took a breath, and there was silence in the air for two seconds, and a horrific scream came from the next room.

Claire trembled subconsciously, and she looked eagerly at Holmes:

"What's going on here?"

"The matter is over." But I didn't expect the man opposite to say such a sentence lightly.While Claire was surprised, she had no choice but to swallow her saliva and not speak.The detective first got off the bed and told Claire to go to Dr. Roylott's room next door.

Claire didn't understand what Holmes meant at all. When she followed Holmes out the door, the woman could feel his serious emotion.They stopped in front of the stepfather's door. Holmes knocked twice, but when there was no response, he stretched out his hand and turned the doorknob.

What appeared in front of Claire was the dead stepfather.Those who harm others will harm themselves, this sentence is really suitable for him, Roylott died by his own hands, the crooked poisonous snake should have poisoned Miss Stoner who was sleeping on the bed, but Now, it bit through the top of his head, killing him with one blow.And it was just along that vent that it swam from the doctor's room into Miss Stoner's room:

"Claire, this safe is used to store this swamp adder. Now you should understand the purpose of the safe, the vent hole and the rope?"

"..." The woman was speechless, she thought that tonight must be the scariest and most dramatic scene she had ever seen.

"Just now, it swam into the room where we were staying, and I drove it back with a whip, and it was frightened, and it would definitely attack the first person it saw." He said, finally Taking a deep breath, after seeing Claire's surprised and confused eyes, he said:

"Honestly, I don't feel guilty about this kind of thing."

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Thus ended the wonderful case, but not very well.

Holmes later drove the snake into the safe. He told Miss Stoner to report the crime in the morning, and the lady nodded in understanding.

Before dawn, Holmes and Claire temporarily returned to the hotel, put aside their so-called bad feelings, and the two who were extremely exhausted almost fell asleep.

It wasn't until early in the morning, when the woman was woken up by Holmes beside her, that she realized that the sun had risen so high.

Claire's eyes were blindfolded, and when she focused her eyes on Holmes, she realized that the man's expression was not the excitement after solving the case last night. The seriousness made her faintly feel something.Until he opened those thin lips:

"Claire, the poisonous snake is gone."

The author has something to say: I feel that the relationship between the two has become much closer wwww

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