[Sherlock Holmes] The Rose and the Thorn

Although they have played in disguise several times, but this is the first time that they have brought a "script" to the apartment of the person involved.

Feeling somewhat nervous, Holmes pretended to be injured and sneaked into Irene Adler's apartment as planned, while Claire tried to find an opportunity to release a smoke blower outside the apartment.While waiting, the sun gradually set in the west, and the bright red light flooded the whole of London into the world of light. There were several people standing in the distance, and they were all thrown into the light and became black dots.It has been a long time since there was such a clean glow, and the foggy and chaotic world was dispelled by it, but the meeting with the mysterious person in the train compartment that day appeared in Claire's mind.Suddenly there was a sense of unease in her heart, and a strange feeling slowly climbed up to her heart from the soles of her feet, and the beating rhythm was agitated faster and faster by the unease, as if some bad luck was about to come, she turned around in a panic, and turned her back on the shining light. At the same time, people finally recovered from the weak restlessness.

Taking a deep breath, just as she settled down, Claire noticed that Holmes by the glass window in the distance raised a hand.When the signal appeared, she hurriedly opened the sprayer according to his pre-plan, and then threw it into the fence of the house.Seeing the smoke rising gradually, Claire immediately pointed at the smoke and shouted:

"It's on fire—"

The people on the street saw it too, and they shouted along with Claire.So realistic that even the servants in Irene's house were scrambling.Standing in the chaotic crowd, the blood-red twilight seemed to be a real flame, burning the entire road, burning all the onlookers and shouting people, burning the house in front of her, burning everything that could be put into the flames. everything in it, including yourself.

The light in the peripheral vision makes people dizzy, and the black spots in the distance are rushing here.Claire was standing on the wet stone bricks. While waiting, her wrist was suddenly pulled. Before she could react, there was a pain in the back of her neck, and she fell into the chaotic crowd.

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Perhaps it was because she had been involved in too many complicated things recently, and she actually had a very beautiful dream during the period of fainting.What she dreamed was not the man she had devoted herself to love, only her kind father and her dear brother in her dream, she seemed to have returned to a very young age overnight.Although she has always faced the changes in the world with an adult mentality, their love for herself has never diminished because of her older mentality.Sometimes she even wished that she was really just a five or six-year-old girl, galloping with her father and brother in the endless fields, sitting on a strong horse, traveling all over the place, playing with hares and deer, playing with fallen leaves, Xiaohe sleeps together, and sleeps with his elder brother in his father's strong chest...

She doesn't want to wake up from her dream, sometimes she thinks that maybe one day she will leave this world, so she should cherish every day here, so all suffering will end one day.

How she wished that this dream could last forever, but the pungent fishy smell forced her to wake up from the comatose dream.

Darkness, followed by cold.She leaned against a dilapidated wall, with a window above her head, and outside the window was a misty world.

At night, the city fell into the mist of emptiness again.And she is a fallen leaf in this thick fog, falling here silently, without direction.

After struggling, I realized that my hands and feet were already trapped, and when I shouted, I realized that even my mouth and nose were sealed.She knew she was in trouble, and she knew that someone must have taken advantage of the chaos they created to bring her here.It's ironic that the tricks he used to deal with Irene actually got him trapped.Maybe Sherlock Holmes, who didn't find him when he came out, is looking for himself in the dark night without a clue!

Although Claire was flustered, she couldn't break free from the rope and tape, and most of her strength had been exhausted long ago. She sat curled up in a corner of the room, and the dim light from the window made her uneasy. One after another flashed into her mind, blood rushed into her brain unconsciously, she gasped for breath, as if all the air around her had frozen.

"you're awake?"

This sudden question made Claire, who was already in a panic, tremble for no reason. She never thought that there would be a person in the corner of the room, hidden in the darkness, like a ghost, staring at her.

Claire struggled for a while, but she couldn't refute, and made a "woo-woo" sound from her throat in protest.She looked into the depths of emptiness with sharp eyes.

"We met not long ago, ma'am."

"..." Claire was slightly taken aback, and then, the uneasiness in her heart was like a stone falling into an abyss. Of course, she knew who he was, even if there was only one intersection, his special way of appearing on the stage and his inherent sense of threat were all undeniable. Let her never forget.She was silent, and another person in the room chuckled:

"It seems that you have recognized me, ma'am." He gradually walked out from the corner, the dim light blurred on his face, he looked at her with a blank face, leaning on a cane. "You didn't follow my advice, ma'am. You're still on Baker Street, and you even played detective games with that guy recently." He walked up to Claire, his voice silent and slow. "It's dangerous, ma'am."

Claire stared into his face, trying to free herself from the aching wrists, but the rope barely budged.

"You are not divorced, Mrs. Hudson..." He deliberately emphasized the surname of her nominal husband. "Your behavior is not befitting an educated woman."

Claire had thousands of words in her mind to refute, but she could only endure.

"Where such a woman should go, I can only let her husband decide." After he finished speaking, he opened the door on the other side, and soon, the face that had fascinated her appeared in the thick fog among.It was Oswald Hudson, the person who had spent countless nights with her, but now he appeared here as an enemy. She thought their marriage was just the separation of ordinary people, but she never thought that this man would actually so dangerous.

Because at this moment, he is enough to control her life and death.

"I leave it to you, Hudson?"

"Okay." The young man turned around and bowed to him respectfully.But soon, when he turned around again, he took out a shiny object from his pocket.With the light, Claire could see clearly that it was a knife.

She took a deep breath, the mysterious man turned and walked out, while Hudson approached her step by step:

"You shouldn't be doing this, Claire."

"..."

"I still love you very much, Claire."

"..."

"Did you get my letter?"

"!"

"Bodily and mental infidelity is unforgivable, Claire," he said, leaning over, amused by Claire's menacing eyes, so he removed the tape from her mouth.

"Hudson, you bastard!" This was the first sentence Claire said after the tape was torn off, "I never thought you were such a disgusting person."

Obviously, those brutal murders were all caused by this man.She suddenly felt sick again, not because of him, but because she had trusted him for so long and lived with such a twisted person for so long.

"Claire, you were the one who betrayed me first. You were the one who entangled Holmes first. My heart has never left you. You should love me. I will come to pick you up that day. You should come with me."

"I won't go with you, bastard, you murderer!" After Claire yelled, the silver knife slashed across her cheek. In an instant, the wig fell to the ground, and a few strands of her brown hair fell off.

"You know, what you're worried about doesn't exist. I hang out with the duchess? I take women to the bar?" He smiled, it was a smile that Clare had never seen before, and it was so eerie to the bone that she felt it. Trembling, "No, Claire. Do you know how many adulterous women you see every day in the courthouse, and how shameless those women are? Oh, I seem to have forgotten to tell you, my mother is such a woman , so I hate women like this. But it doesn't mean I hate all women. Claire, you are my angel, I thought I would never fall in love with anyone in my life, even if there are so many girls in college who like me, but only You have changed me. Only you, your strength, your justice, you are different, unlike those weak and fickle women, you are loyal." He looked into Claire's eyes and said seriously, " But I was wrong, yes, all women are the same in the world, they all change with time, they are never satisfied. So to hell with them, hell with the beauty they are so proud of!"

"..." Claire pursed her lips tightly. Hudson was faking it so well. For a long time, she thought that he was really popular with women, and she herself enjoyed such a life, but she seemed wrong.

From the start, he twisted this "popularity" into an easy way to kill.

Claire gasped, the knife in Hudson's hand flicked across her face:

"What should be deprived of you this time? Hair? Eyes? Or lips?" Claire stared at him helplessly, "Oh, let me think about it, you held that man's hand, right? It might be good to cut off your hand " Hudson's handsome face looked like a devil in this cold cabin, and Claire couldn't bear this torture, and she was trembling with fear.

A loud noise came from behind Claire, and Claire conditioned herself to bend down, and the glass shards flew away. It turned out that the window behind her was shattered!Hudson obviously didn't expect that, when he calmed down, he stood up and looked at the window with a hole, only to find that there was a person standing outside the window—a person they both knew well, even now, he had already It's almost impossible to recognize it.

Claire's face was bloodstained by the glass, she wanted to turn around, but an angry growl came from the window:

"Hudson, you bastard!"

It was Victor, her dear brother.

The author has something to say: I... am back and want to start a new article, but I have to finish the old article first.But I haven't started writing for half a year, and I feel that I still need to recover from my writing. It is estimated that I will finish it every week.

Simply this article is short of an ending, and the ending should be revealed soon.