[Sherlock Holmes] The Rose and the Thorn

At the London train station where people were passing by, Claire stood there with a confused face, at a loss for what to do.

This journey was undoubtedly worrying, she did not get any effective news about Victor, and now, she knew that she was in jail.

The person who hides in the darkest shadow of all stories has stood before her and warned her, but she is like a child with no power to restrain a chicken, and can only stay where she is and wait for fate to decide.

When she got into the carriage and went to Baker Street, she was still preoccupied.The carriage was galloping through the noisy London streets, and the sound of horseshoes could almost step into her heart.On the uneven stone brick road, the gloomy sky is like her mood, and there is no light in the darkness.

Claire thought about everything, trying to find an answer that could unravel the whole situation, but it only made her feel more futile.However, at the moment when she gave up thinking, her carriage also slowed down.Claire was a little strange, but found that there were crowds of people outside the car window, and many people were standing there looking at something.So the woman moved a little closer to the window.

The half of the road outside seemed to have been blocked for some reason, and the police were surveying and talking on it.She saw a familiar figure, it was a person in charge who had appeared in her apartment in "Analysis of Blood Letters", if she remembered correctly, his name should be Lestrade.This gentleman is now standing among these people, frowning, with a worried expression.

It was for this reason that the carriage became extremely slow, and Claire began to wonder what happened outside the window.She opened her eyes wide, and the winter wind blew past the heads of the passers-by, but with a strand of golden hair flying up together.That hair was falling on the stone-brick road, Claire felt a little nervous, until the car under her turned at an angle, she finally turned her head out of panic, and sat up straight in a panic.

It was the corpse of a woman with a ferocious face and wide-open eyes.She should be able to imagine how painful this woman was before she died, with two slender sticks forced into her nose, just like the newspapers said, this was another bloody, another ritual-like kill.No one would like it, but the woman's cloudy blue eyes were engraved in her mind, like an angry warning, Claire kept the nerves in her brain that were about to burst, she remembered the woman on the train "Professor", thinking of the threatening letter I got from the mailbox, maybe soon I will be one of them, killed in a terrible way, and then left dead on the street.

Not daring to think about it, Claire sat in the carriage and waited for the carriage to start.She always felt that what was originally a simple divorce case had now become a life-threatening matter because of Hudson's persistence, Victor's protection, and Holmes' appearance, which made her feel sincerely tired.

After stopping at Baker Street, her luggage was brought in by Watson.

When he saw Claire, he acted very surprised.He seems ready to go out, but temporarily backs off from that decision because of her return:

"Your trip was too sudden." The first words he said made Claire smile wryly. It wasn't her wish at all, but Victor, who suddenly appeared in front of her with a downcast appearance, made her Had to do this:

"Sorry." So she looked at the doctor with guilt.

"Is everything all right, ma'am?"

"It's all good." She lowered her head, and when she followed Watson up the stairs, she heard the sound of a bullet being loaded.She froze for a moment, and soon, the sound was replaced by a violent gunshot, which made Watson and Claire stunned for a moment.And White in the kitchen screamed in fear.

"What's the matter?" Claire roared, while Watson stared blankly at the room, motionless.This expression gave Claire an instant bad feeling.The worry was evident on her face as she pushed past him, holding up her skirt.

On the crowded stairs, when the tranquility returned by the gunshots was broken by the sound of high heels on the soles of her feet, everything was like a heavy object placed on a thin thread, and it only took half a moment to blow up everything.Claire saw a figure crouching on the sofa, the gun in his hand was still hanging in the air, his pointed nose looked unusually high in the skylight.There was a wall in front of him, but now, his arm was raised again, facing the wall, two more gunshots shot across the sky.

Claire covered her ears. After the gunshot this time, Claire immediately woke up.She walked up to the man, with a sullen expression on her face, and she yelled at him:

"Mr. Holmes, what are you doing? Is this how you treat my house!"

The person on the sofa didn't answer her right away, he tilted his head, and after hearing the question, he just turned his face slowly, and it was Claire with an unhappy expression in front of him:

"I welcome you, ma'am," he said, raising his arm and aiming his pistol at the wall in front of him.Seeing this, Claire immediately grabbed the gun in his hand:

"You're crazy!" she said angrily. "Sir, you can't get away with paying for the wall."

"Ma'am, maybe when you come back, you will be covered with bullet holes, just like this wall."

"What are you talking about..." Claire was still angry at his unreasonable remarks, but when she saw the half-folded newspaper beside the man, she finally understood everything.

It was reporting the news of the body that was discovered again today.

"You shouldn't leave without saying goodbye." He turned his eyes to Clare again, his gray pupils were full of seriousness, which made her heart tighten instantly.

So she couldn't speak, she could only look at Holmes like this, and after a long time, she asked:

"Are you... worried about me?"

"..." Holmes didn't answer, and then his falcon-like eyes moved away from her angrily.

Watson put the box at the door of Claire's room. He looked at the two people in the living room, sighed and walked downstairs.White also looked terrified, and Watson comforted her and told her not to go up for the time being.He knew that in the next time, they needed to clarify some things, whether they were arguing or calmly, they needed to have a good talk.He knew that during the days when Claire was away, Holmes slept very late every night, except for the occasional case-solving that would make him happy, he couldn't even see a smile on his face, and his violent temper even made White worry about it. I have cried several times.

Watson vaguely understood the reason for all this, so today, when the three gunshots passed by his ears, Watson knew that maybe he was venting his anger and announcing his distress to her.

Holmes sat on the sofa with his head raised slightly. The gloomy sky made his face look as pale as a seriously ill patient. Claire stood beside him and looked at him.She was still holding the gun in her hand, and the expression on her face finally changed to a little bit of shame:

"Claire, you shouldn't have left here alone."

"……"Feel sorry.

"Do you know how bad your situation is?"

"..." The corpse on the street is still fresh in his memory.

The woman was circling a lot of shame in her mind, but she couldn't say a word to him. She just turned her head and looked at the wall that had been punched out by him without saying a word.

The room fell silent for a moment, and Holmes just sat quietly on the sofa.Claire turned around and put the dangerous gun on the table:

"I'm sorry, sir." At the end, a slight female voice broke the gap between them, "It's me...too reckless."

But this time it was replaced by Holmes' silence. With his eyes closed, he imagined all kinds of encounters with her in his mind. It was a miracle that he returned safely.

"I don't think I...will do this again." She stood behind him and said, "Of course...Of course I also understand that the current me has no security and has become someone's prey."

"..."

"Holmes, I met that 'professor' on the train." Claire paused, but still told the truth.

He didn't speak, but his arm that was holding on to the arm of the chair trembled slightly.

"He has...probably threatened me." Claire smiled wryly, "And this trip, the most valuable clue about Victor was also learned from him."

"...What do you know?" The person on the chair spoke.

"His disappearance and downfall are probably related to this 'professor'. Sherlock Holmes, he knew all this a long time ago, and he is fighting against it in his own way." Claire raised her head, her tone was filled with sadness and strength, but When she saw the man's back, she realized that the palm on the armrest had been clenched into a fist.

"Holmes, maybe since I left Oswald, I have taken the wrong first step. One wrong step, one wrong step. This is the worst thing I have done in my life. Maybe I can endure it and be safe." Lived my life, but now, both myself and others, fell into the trap and started to be unhappy."

"I hate the theory of fate, Claire." He replied, and his slightly trembling voice made Claire raise his head and look there again. "The only one who is wrong is Moriarty."

"Morrie... Artie...?" Claire repeated the name, and when she walked towards Holmes again, she realized that his expression was extremely bad.

It wasn't because of the light outside the window, Claire recalled that he was not always steady even when he spoke just now.The trembling voice, Claire thought it was his mental instability, but now, she knew it was not the case.

She hastily stretched out her hand, and when she put her palm on the other's forehead, she realized that Holmes' skin was already hot:

"You have a fever!" She said with concern, but the other party just closed his eyes and said nothing.

So she walked out of the room at once, leaning on the banister of the stairs, Claire hurriedly called to her maid:

"White, get the doctor over!"

The author has something to say: In short, I am here to update the article, don't hit me, I won't cheat, but it will be slower recently!

So happy new year everyone, take advantage of the third season of "Sherlock" to show my crazy happiness in the last chapter~【Hey

With the emergence of a patient plot, will the intimacy between the two increase? wwwww