[Sherlock Holmes] The Rose and the Thorn

Claire never thought she would meet Victor here, she had tried so hard to find him, but she never thought they would meet here.

Like a ray of light seen in an abyss full of despair, she was both excited and moved.

But this is not a good chance for a reunion. Victor's stubble makes him look very vicissitudes of life. Soon, he jumped into the house through the broken glass window.

"Oh, look, who is here!" Hudson smiled with a mocking tone, "Welcome, Brother Treve."

"Shut up!" Victor shouted, "I am not your brother, and you are not qualified to be my brother-in-law. I will not hand over my precious sister to a scum like you!" Victor finished He quickly walked in front of Claire, "From now on, you don't even want to touch her with a single finger!"

"Hahahaha..." Hudson suddenly laughed, but soon, the almost sick laughter turned into a cold voice, "Treve, you have tried your best to disturb me, today you should Make a break."

"Yeah, it's time to stop." Victor nodded wearily, "At least you don't want to have anything to do with Claire!" He took out a dagger and cut the rope on Claire's hands and feet, and the woman rubbed herself With his hands and feet, he stood up from the grass mat almost instantly.

"Heh, do you think you can escape?"

Claire also had a spare smoke machine in her pocket, and she secretly threw it on the straw mat while they were talking.Soon, smoke rose, and the conversation between them was interrupted by the rising smoke, and Claire pulled Victor out of the door.

The night in London is quiet and eerie.

On the wet stone-brick road, they ran aimlessly in the mist.

Victor ran to the front, and he pulled Claire, without taking his eyes off his sister.He hadn't seen her for a long time:

"Are you hurt?" he asked concerned.

"No." Claire replied quickly, "Brother, you..." She panted again and again, "Are you following Hudson?"

"Heh... um." He admitted, "Hudson is a..." Victor froze for a moment, he felt that the statement that was too straightforward might shock and hurt Claire emotionally, "...he is not a good person. "

"I know he killed someone, and this time he's going to kill me too." Claire replied.

"...Asshole." Victor said angrily in a low voice.

The footsteps behind him never stopped.Hudson followed, he was no slower than them... no, maybe he would catch them soon.

Claire's ankles and wrists hurt, but despite this, she still followed Victor to run on the streets of London at night, but obviously, she was already a little bit powerless, and her steps became faltering.

Victor is well aware of her pain, and it is beyond his imagination that his sister will throw a smoke device, and he also understands that Claire's current physical strength is impossible to match Hudson's pursuit.So from the beginning, he was prepared.

Not daring to make any more noise between them, Victor pulled Claire into an alley.There are a lot of discarded fabrics and wooden boxes in the alley. He dragged Claire to hide behind some boxes, but then he strode to go out, but was grabbed by Claire:

"What do you want, Victor!" She felt something in a panic, and even called his name directly because of nervousness.

"Stay here and don't go, do you hear me?"

"Then what are you going to do?" Claire didn't pick up on Victor's off topic, she insisted on asking him to stay, "Don't go out, he can't find us."

Victor turned and smiled at her, but reached out and moved Claire's arm away from him:

"Claire, you will be able to separate from him soon. Soon, I will help you achieve it. He will never come to pester you again."

"You..." Claire trembled, "You have to..."

Victor still smiled calmly, but he reached out and hit the back of Claire's neck when she was impatient, and was dizzy for a moment. Claire's legs couldn't support her, and the whole person slowly slid to the ground .

It seemed that the eyes were once again covered by the thick fog of London, only the sound of his brother's footsteps still echoing in his ears.Claire knew what Victor was going to do, his decisive expression, and his desperate language made Claire feel that when she opened her eyes next time, she and Victor would be people in two worlds.She doesn't want her brother to abandon his life for her, she doesn't deserve the kindness he treats her.

So her arm that fell on the ground slowly rose, she wanted to reach Victor's feet, and wanted him to stop for a while, she didn't want him to become a murderer, and she didn't want him to abandon his life.

But the fog in front of her eyes became thicker and thicker, she couldn't see clearly, her eyes were covered by the darkness, she couldn't see her brother anymore, even the footsteps began to gradually move away from her ears...

If time could stay at the beginning, maybe Claire would not drop the smoke device, maybe she would choose to grab Victor's dagger, and then stab Hudson suddenly.

Yes, she is a superfluous character in this world, she is not worth so many people going to die for her, maybe her death is just going back to her previous life, but Victor, he will perish from this world and go to hell not heaven.

Claire woke up from the dream of fog and darkness, and heard the "tick-tick" sound of the wall clock in her ears, evenly like the breeze in the suddenly fine weather outside the window.The scene around her seemed familiar, and the rococo-style decoration made Claire feel warm.Claire staggered and wanted to get up from the soft bed, the door on one side was opened, and she had seen the middle-aged woman who walked in.

It's Mrs. Barker.

"My God, you finally woke up."

"..." Claire stared at her for a long time. After a long time, she finally came to her senses and struggled to sit up from the bed. "Where's Victor?"

Buck walked to the bedside, and the lace curtains were brightly illuminated by the early sunlight outside.There was some noise in the street, she opened the curtains and looked downstairs carefully.She closed her eyes, and when she looked at Clare again, there was compassion in her eyes:

"I'm very sorry……"

"..." was the answer that could have been expected a long time ago, but Claire's chest was still uncomfortably stuffy as if blocked by a stone.The people who love her the most are leaving her one by one, but she is still lying here, facing the changes of things and people.

"Both of them... left." Buck turned around and looked at the woman in front of the dark red wallpaper. She sat there in a daze, looking at the light beams neatly cut by the opposite window. "I'm sorry, but you... Claire, I hope you can accept reality."

Claire lowered her head, tears fell uncontrollably, the sheets were wet, and the sadness pushed her like a tide, she couldn't help herself, she couldn't help it.

The cry was heartbreaking, and even Mrs. Barker couldn't resist sitting next to her and patting her on the back to calm her down.

That morning, she was immersed in crying.Tired of crying, she lay down to rest.There was deep darkness in the dream, but she was walking on an endless path without purpose or direction.

The sun had already set when Holmes appeared in this room.He was notified by Mrs. Barker in the morning, but that day, he was handling the two corpses on the street, and the police probably classified it as a fight to death.However, some insinuations made by Sherlock Holmes also made them doubt the relationship between Hudson and the female body dismemberment case, so Hudson's body may not be buried so easily, but it is also the same detective who died with him when he was young. The man of a good friend, but he will soon be able to get the right to settle down.

"You must have worked very hard today." Mrs. Barker asked Holmes in a low voice outside the room.

"How did you find her?"

"You have to thank Irene Adler, the female singer you followed." Buck replied, "You must not have noticed that your actions were seen through by her yesterday, and she followed you."

"...What?" This was obviously unexpected for Holmes.

"Yes, she likes to order dresses from me, and she learned her disguise technique from me. She is a very smart woman. She discovered your trick yesterday, so she followed you, but she, a long time ago, She's noticed you, sir... oh no, it's you," said Mrs. Barker.

"What do you mean, ma'am?" Holmes was obviously at a loss. Such an unnoticed situation rarely happened to him, but today it appeared strangely, which surprised Holmes and even gave him a little displeasure.

"She likes the novel of 'Mrs. Cherry' very much. She has inquired about it before, so she knows Claire." Buck said, "But she never went to 221 Baker Street to disturb you, because she was afraid of you. After all, she was carrying a secret , she doesn't want to confront you because of one of her admiration." After Mrs. Barker finished speaking, Holmes frowned:

"So she followed me yesterday and found that I was in a panic after I came out and was still looking for someone there, so she guessed that Claire might be missing?"

"Yes, so she asked me to find out about Clare, because she was leaving here with her husband last night."

"She has left?!" Holmes was very surprised, and then this surprise turned into an unspeakable disappointment.But he still quickly adjusted his emotions, because nothing is more terrifying than what happened to Claire.

"So you were entrusted by her to save Claire?"

"I have some contacts and found out about Claire's possible whereabouts, but seeing her in the alley opposite was purely accidental."

"It's an interesting story." Holmes nodded. Although the language was teasing, his tone was quite calm. "I'm going in to meet her."

"She is resting, you must not stimulate her, sir. Women are the most vulnerable at this time. Please comfort her more."

As soon as she had finished speaking, she went down to the front shop, while Holmes cautiously opened the door before him.

The foot of the door knocked lightly on the wooden furniture at the door, making a muffled sound.The thin back of the woman on the bed not far away caught his eyes first, and she lost a lot of weight overnight.

He walked into the room slowly, and soon said:

"Claire, let's go home."

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