[Sherlock Holmes] The Rose and the Thorn

Severe pain hit his face, this feeling was like being bitten by the neck of a beast.She felt something wet dripping down her neck, and when it dripped down, it was assimilated by the cold air in the room.She had a very bad premonition, so instinct made her struggle.

"Oswald, let go! You bastard!" Claire roared angrily.

But the other party didn't intend to let go at all, he stretched out his hand and tore off Claire's collar, a button of the collar fell to the floor because of his rude behavior, and even made a crisp sound.

"Well, hurry... let go!" She felt that something that would make her extremely painful was about to happen, so this time, she even took on a hint of pleading.

But the man's fingers pressed Claire's neck, which made the woman slightly suffocated.He smiles, and by the kerosene lamp he looks like an evil shadow:

"My dear, you have never resisted me so strongly, even after I made a mistake, you have never been like this. Admit it, Holmes must have said something to you, right?" His light pupils looked at me. Looking at the woman's flushed face, the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

"Maybe..." She took a breath, vaguely, she seemed to see Hudson's blood-stained lips, maybe her own neck was really bitten by him just now, "Maybe... what Holmes said That's right..." Even so, she still didn't beg for mercy.

"That's the bastard!" Hudson said fiercely, but this voice made Claire sneer in his heart.

"Let go...I..." Claire said out of breath.

"Let go?" He suddenly found it very funny, and when he got close to Claire, his hand finally let go a little bit. Claire, who wanted to take this opportunity to struggle, was caught by his wrist again before everything else, and then he held it above his head.That must be a humiliating look, Clare thought.

"...What do you want...what do you want to do?" Claire asked tremblingly.

"This question is ridiculous. As a couple, what do you think should be done next?" As he spoke, his other hand was already running down Claire's neck.The collar that was torn off by him, the cold air invaded inside, and his cold fingers were like a thin needle, which was about to pierce Claire's heart.She began to tremble uncontrollably, she felt that things must never go this way, she would feel sick, deeply sick:

"Stop! Stop, Oswald!!!" She almost yelled, but he had already bent down and licked his chest.

Suddenly there were hurried footsteps on the stairs. When Claire was almost desperate, someone broke open the door that was obviously locked.

"Get off your wife!" It was an immature voice, and when Claire realized it, Hudson finally froze.He turned his head, only to notice that it was the little girl who opened the door for him just now.She shook her shoulders, and even held an ax in her hand. "You... you bastard!"

"Ha!" Hudson looked at her with some amusement, "What do you want, little girl?"

"Get away from her... get away from her!"

"Aren't you afraid I'll sue you? Little White?" He said with a smile, "Your father was involved in three robberies."

"..." She lowered her head in pain.

"And little girl, you took my gold coin..." When he said all this with a smile, Claire also looked at her in shock. "Speaking of which, you betrayed your master a long time ago, why are you still running up to do these things?"

The room fell silent, and Claire still couldn't get rid of him. When he was talking to White, his neck was strangled again. As long as he struggled a little, the strength in his hand would increase.

White struggled internally, and her expression showed how much pain she was in, but after a while, she made a decision:

"The money...I will pay it back, and if you want to sue my father, please go!" When she raised her head, her eyes were very firm, and at the same time, the ax in her hand was also tight tight.

Hudson froze for a moment, he didn't expect this little girl to be so determined.But soon he returned to his original form, he let go of Claire's neck, and when he stood up from the bed, he straightened his wrinkled suit.

"It looks like next time, we have to find a maid to catch up on the rest of the day, Claire." He turned to look at the woman lying on the bed. She was like a rose that had just been swept by a strong wind, and the broken petals did not decrease. Her slight beauty, on the contrary, made Hudson feel more excited, "Sure enough, it will be more beautiful this way." He muttered softly, while Claire, who was already exhausted, took a big breath.

Hudson always raised the corners of his lips, his expression was always a gentleman, and even made people suspect that the beast-like man just now was not him:

"We shouldn't rush this moment. We have a long time to come, Claire... and the little girl." After he had said all this, he finally walked towards the stairs.When the sound of him coming downstairs was drowned behind the door, Claire and White finally relaxed.

The maid let go of the ax in her hand, and the thing fell to the ground with a clang. After that, Claire heard a trembling voice calling her:

"Ma'am, ma'am..."

Claire felt that her consciousness was a little fuzzy, but she still suppressed the discomfort, because she knew that she couldn't sleep now, there were only the two of them in this room, and she had to beware of Hudson's return.

"Help me up, good boy," she said, reaching out her hand with difficulty, and White took it in an instant.It took a lot of effort for the little girl to get her out of the bed.Leaning against the head of the bed, White watched as Claire was still crying uncontrollably.There is fear, guilt, and a catharsis of past memories.

"Is the neck bleeding?" Claire tried to pull out a smile, and she stroked the top of the other's head, trying to comfort her.

The crying didn't stop, White looked at her with wet eyes:

"Yes, ma'am..." Sobbing would interrupt her from time to time.

"Okay, quickly bring the medicine box." After she instructed, White nodded.Under the dim kerosene lamp, Claire closed her eyes slightly, and the frightening scene just now came back to her mind, forcing her to open her eyes immediately.

She was weak, and when White brought the medicine box, she took the disinfectant and cotton from the girl's hand and wiped it along the painful area.

"Madam, I'm here..." Seeing that she was having difficulty moving, White wanted to reach out to help, but Claire suddenly turned her head and said:

"White, now, go and get the pistol in the second drawer of that cupboard." She even forgot this most important amulet, knowing that until Holmes and Watson came back tonight, they were still in fact in danger.

White carefully placed the gun on the table, and the wound on Claire's neck was almost done.When the maid returned to her seat, Claire finally raised her head and looked at her seriously:

"Oswald threatened you, didn't he?"

"..." White didn't say a word, not so much as a threat, maybe he was really confused by those gold coins at the beginning.Even Holmes' departure tonight was told by White.Thinking of this, she felt that she was too filthy, especially since this victim had always loved her very much. "Sorry...sorry, sorry...ma'am..." She said blankly.

"But you still came up to save me." Claire looked at her, "Your heart is still kind."

"I just..." She frowned, "I remembered something disgusting," she showed even more pain, "My father, every time he comes back from drinking, he treats mother like this..." she said, "I shouldn't have protected him. Maybe it's right for Hudson to sue him." She sat on the chair, but kept shrinking.

Claire just stroked the top of her head, the girl was pathetic enough in her opinion.

"Ma'am, I'm leaving here tomorrow." White knew that he had no possibility of staying. No one could accept a person like an undercover agent staying in this apartment.

"Good boy, don't say silly things." Claire took a deep breath, "If you want to make a clean break with Oswald, it's fine to stay here." Claire smiled with difficulty as she spoke.

White looked at her in surprise, but then the surprise was again muffled by tears.She felt more and more how stupid her decision was, so stupid that she would feel guilty for the rest of her life.

After that, the two took turns sleeping.The pistol was always kept by the bedside, and the one who was awake held it, alert to everything around him.

In this way, they stayed up until the sun rose.

Claire was settled by White and finally lay down, and White was also instructed by Claire to go to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Not long after, Holmes and Watson finally came back from outside.Even though they looked tired, when White saw them, she was so excited that she almost collapsed on the ground.

Watson was frightened by her appearance, and when he stepped forward to help her, Holmes sharply looked up and saw the ajar door on the second floor.The door lock has been smashed, and it sometimes makes a "squeak" sound in the early morning wind.

He didn't ask White, just leaned forward.After climbing the stairs, he came to the door and knocked on the door.White's sobbing sound reached the detective's ears, and he suddenly had a bad feeling. He opened the door without waiting for the owner's answer.

The woman inside was lying on the bed. She was breathing steadily, but the part of her neck that was exposed from the quilt was tied up with a bandage.The bandaged skin was exposed, and there were many purple and blue marks along the neck.The gun by the bed was thrown into the embrace of the sun, but Holmes understood what a terrible night they had experienced last night.

The woman turned over, and when she saw a vague figure in her eyelids, she frowned and asked weakly:

"White?" The other party didn't answer her. When she realized that it might be a man, her sensitive nerves made her wake up in an instant, "Who?"

"It's me, Claire." After the detective finished speaking, the woman's hand that had touched the gun finally relaxed again.

"You are back at last, Holmes." She tilted her head and smiled as if she were crying.

The author has something to say: Emma, ​​this is the first time I feel that writing is so touching!Sure enough, making up some Korean dramas is good for the emotional process! 【roll

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