[Sherlock Holmes] The Rose and the Thorn

Claire was sitting by the window, there was nothing to see in the English meadows in winter, but she still sat there with her chin propped on one hand, looking sideways at the sunrise intently.

The air was cold, and the white air exhaled from her mouth made her even more convinced of the chill.But she just sat by the window and watched all this seriously.

If they were not married, she and Victor should still be living here.However, the sudden death of their father caused them to go their separate ways in an instant.Claire regrets over and over again that she devoted her youth to a person who is not worth it, but now, the other person who should be loved well is nowhere to be seen.

Victor's sudden appearance that time surprised her a lot, but while being surprised, she was more worried about his condition.He suddenly appeared and then disappeared. Holmes seemed to know something, but in fact he didn't know much.She left London and came here alone, just to find Victor's whereabouts.He still telegraphed to her regularly, but he was no longer in Tray.His tea garden seemed to be on the verge of failure from the autumn, which is when she moved into Baker Street, London.Near the end of the year, his whereabouts are unknown. In such a long period of time, where did he go, and what did he pursue in a hurry?After waking up from the dream, Claire felt that the most confused person was always herself.

Of course Victor wasn't here, he was engaged in a cause that even his dearest sister didn't know about, and she didn't realize until now how worried she was about her own brother who was bothering her every day.

Boarding the train back to London from her hometown in Norfolk, Claire was feeling depressed.The sun rising from the rice fields in her hometown is not warm at this moment, it is submerged in the cold air, but it hurts her eyes.The crimson sunset smeared a bloodstain in the sky, dripping into the weakest part of her heart.The flight attendant carried the suitcase for her. She was wearing a long olive dress with snow-white fox fur on her shoulders, but this couldn't beat the chill from the surroundings.

When she stepped into the four-car carriage wearing high heels, her mind was full of stories from her childhood.Victor ran after her in the meadows, the hares in the woods, and her father coming towards them at dusk.She quietly recalled these things, only to realize that it seemed that from the very beginning of her marriage, something began to follow her closely, lashing out at them.

But she couldn't tell what it was. If it was a miracle that she came into this world, then now is the beginning of suffering?Is this the beginning of training an outsider?

The train whistle sounded overhead, and Claire came back to her senses.The palm that was holding her chin was removed, and she looked out the window, at the people standing on the platform waving their hands and hats at the window, and she thought that none of them were even waving at her. .

But soon, she discovered something strange.

Maybe it was because she was too distracted just now, until now, she was surprised to find a situation: that is, there was no one in the fourth carriage she was in!

If she had realized this earlier, she might not have stepped into the carriage.She knew that from the beginning to the end, there were always some dangers around her, so even this time when she went out, she avoided the detectives and left suddenly.But now, the empty carriage she was in had aroused the uneasiness in her heart to the peak in an instant.

From the very beginning, she was at the very center of the vortex, and after feeling the squeeze from every direction, she was finally surprised to find that she still couldn't escape that force.

The train had already started, and she knew that she had no chance to get off the carriage, so she had to hold a sliver of fantasy, calling out to the conductor in vain from her seat.

——Of course, futility will only be futility.

And this shout was interrupted by a footstep.

It came from the depths of the carriage, stirring the blood-red sunset in the distance, which made Claire feel a deep uneasiness.The shadow was pulled away obliquely, extending from the depths of the carriage, which she couldn't see clearly, to her feet.

Claire knew how fast her heart was beating, and she also knew how bad the feeling around her neck was, but there was nothing she could do now except wait.Like a cat waiting for its fate, Claire raised her head noblely, looking at the source of the footsteps.

When the shadow was dispersed by the light from the window, that person finally appeared in the blood-red sunset.

Claire stared at him, it was a gentleman.

He hunched his back slightly and stretched his head forward.He was wearing a tall hat with a wide brim, and in the dark environment, Claire couldn't see his face clearly.The gentleman was wearing a clean woolen coat, and he put his hands in the coat pockets, showing no signs of viciousness.

Claire had thought it would be Oswald emerging from the shadows, but she was obviously wrong.This is not Oswald's size, and she knows she must have never seen this person.

The man nodded slightly in front of her, and then sat down on the seat behind Claire.

Claire frowned vigilantly, and after looking back slightly, the man opened his mouth:

"Hello, ma'am."

"..." Claire paused, she didn't answer him immediately, after thinking for a while, she finally asked the question she wanted to know the most, "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter, ma'am. If you must want to know, you can call me Professor, a good fellow."

"...a kind person?" Claire asked with a sneer, "Professor, is it too extravagant for you to rent this carriage?"

"This is for the privacy of our conversation." The man leaned back against Claire, speaking very easily.

"Okay, so how about starting this top-secret conversation now?" Claire looked at the empty carriage in front of her and said to the people behind her.

"Of course." He shrugged. "I just wish you would leave Baker Street."

"..." Claire trembled all over. She never expected that this person could tell her address so easily, which made her feel terrible.She froze and said nothing until the other party smiled and said again:

"Ma'am, I am asking for your opinion..."

"Why?" Claire interrupted him, and the reason why he asked hurriedly was not only doubts, but also a layer of guilt.

"Your tenant is not a law-abiding person." He said indifferently, even if Claire couldn't see his face, she could still imagine the calm look on his face.

"..." was surprised again, but compared to the previous one, Claire has gradually adapted to the current severe situation, "You mean Mr. Holmes?"

"Oh yes, Ma'am, I wanted you to leave there a long time ago, but it seems that Hudson invited you over and over again without success." After he said this calmly, Claire finally couldn't help but suddenly stood up from his seat.Her heart is beating wildly, and she is very curious about everything about this person now.She has always felt that there is a more terrifying force around her than Hudson, which has put her in prison and almost killed her.

Those carriages running towards her, Hope's gaze with deep meaning, and the passer-by who exchanged information with them in the alley, the poisonous snake that suddenly disappeared... She knew that she had always met that force, and then Passed by again.It's all because that power is unwilling to confront them head-on, so they will miss this power again and again.

But that was a kind of happiness, although they were always searching for the truth of that power, but when it really appeared in front of her, she suddenly became timid.After all, she likes to take risks because of her desire for the unknown, and she herself is afraid of the real danger.

"...Who are you!" Claire really couldn't bear the feeling of terror, so she asked again.After saying all this, she finally turned around.Behind him was still the tall hat, which was leaning peacefully on the chair, but it made Claire's heart flutter.

"I said, you can call me a professor." He smiled and answered again.But Claire was no longer satisfied with such an answer, she was eager to know everything about him, so she walked from her seat to the opposite of his.Regardless of the bumps and the bloody sunset, she just wanted to know what kind of person was at the center of the black hole.

When the man turned his gaze to Claire standing in front of him, the woman clearly saw the corners of his lips slightly raised:

"If you're just curious about my appearance, I'm not shy about letting you see it." Then he took off his tall hat.Claire, who was already speechless, only saw a man squinting his eyes slightly. He seemed to be in a bad mood, but his face was clean-shaven.He gave people a very strict and even a little abstinent taste, but he did have a professor's demeanor.

Seeing the man's appearance, Claire became even more silent. Apart from staring at him intently, she didn't know what else to do.

So they stared at each other for a long time, the clang of the train wheels biting the track, the wind flowing in from the windows, and the last bit of sunlight from behind the distant mountains, they filled the whole car.After Claire's heart suffered layer after layer of threats, it finally gradually became peaceful.After a long time, she opened her mouth:

"What do you want to do?" The voice was not loud, but with a heavy tone.

"This is only a pleasant suggestion, ma'am. Please disassociate yourself from Mr. Holmes, and, if you can, advise the detective not to let him be clever and play with fire."

"I have nothing to do with him." Claire growled.

"I can read your "Scarlet Analysis", if it doesn't matter." He said with a hint of sarcasm.

"..." Claire looked at him silently, biting her lip and did not continue.

The train began to slow down, and the first stop was about to stop.The mysterious man put on his hat again, stood up, walked away from her, and walked straight to the car door.

"What if I choose to ignore your suggestion...?" Claire finally raised her head to look at his back.

"It's going to be bad," he replied simply.

"You're going to kill me?" Claire asked back.

"Someone will do it for me." He turned to look at Claire, his expression unchanged.

The friction between the rails and the wheels finally stopped, and when the rhythmic sound disappeared, the voices on the platform began to become noisy.Before opening the door, he suddenly said:

"Oh, that's right." His voice caught the attention of the already fragile Claire, "Don't be like your brother, Ms. Treve, that is the most stupid behavior." After he finished speaking, he finally walked towards the open door Get off the train.

Claire looked in that direction in surprise, and only chased to the door when she remembered.He actually knew the whereabouts of his brother, Claire must ask about all this!But the passengers who got on the train at this stop blocked her way.She bit her lip, she knew she couldn't catch this man at all, she could only watch him leave.

When he was submerged in the depths of the crowd, it was only the poisonous snake returning to the tree hole.He has already surrounded her, as long as he wants, the poisonous snake will come out of the hole again soon, and then bite them to death mercilessly.

The author has something to say: I am too lazy when it comes to winter... People should really hibernate O<—

Professor Mo has appeared, and he is still so capable in his work, Emma!

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Thanks Alo girl! !