[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I opened a dessert shop on Baker Street

Wensty's mobile phone lost signal. Her eyes were covered with black cloth strips and her hands were tied. She was extremely alert. She didn't know where she was. After getting out of the car and walking for a while, she smelled a faint The smell of rancid, sour and bloody.

"What the hell is this place? It smells so bad!" the mercenary with a Cuban accent complained casually.

What followed was a burst of gunshots, and Winsty felt someone fall at her feet, and she heard the mercenaries yelling, fire and smoke, the bullets passed through her body, but did not wipe It didn't hurt her at all, and hit the mercenary accurately.

The gunshots didn't last long. The woman pretending to be a cashier led Wensty away from the dead body on the ground, and the complex smell became stronger and stronger. The smell made it hard to breathe.

The woman posing as the cashier said, "The messenger, Miss Adams is here."

Winsty heard the familiar, long-lost voice, which she once thought was suitable for reading "Tintern Abbey Ode", but now every word he said sounded like the murmur of the undead.

"You did a great job, you can leave now, see you on the day of glory."

When the woman left, her eyes were filled with tears. When she left, she seemed to be able to see a blood-red sun hanging in the sky. The great cause was only one step away, and she was standing outside the gate of heaven.

She couldn't help opening her hands, wanting to embrace the sun.

The next second, a bullet passed through her chest.

Before the woman left, she opened Wensty's handcuffs, and Wensty tore off the black cloth that blocked her eyes, and was so shocked by the scene before her that she couldn't speak a word.

She was brought into a cave where the sun was hanging over the ceiling, but there was no light shining into the cave, and the friezes of the cave were full of candles.It is said to be a cave, but in fact it has become a huge slaughterhouse. There are countless corpses around her. Mosquitoes flew around the corpses, and the smell of rancidity, sourness, and blood came from this. Every corpse was placed according to rules. Looking from above, the corpses formed a A huge six-pointed star, and a protruding small round table in the center. There is a stepped path leading to the small round table in the direction of Wensty's station. The small round table is surrounded by crimson roses, and the book of the dead is placed at the end of the small round table. middle position.

Dr. Newman stood in front of the small round table.

Wensty is still accustomed to using "Doctor Newman" to refer to the man in the white suit in front of him. Today, the suit he is wearing is whiter and more dazzling than ever before, making him look like a golden light shining in the clouds. However, he was still smiling as usual, standing in front of the small round table and reaching out his hand to Wensty who was looking up at him below.

He is inviting her.

Wensti didn't step forward, she raised her voice to Dr. Newman and asked, "This is where you invited me for afternoon tea?"

Dr. Newman put down his hand and answered her, "Yes."

"What an unexpected place." There was sarcasm in her words.

"I think you will like this place, there are so many people here, and you know many people here, for example..." He pointed to a place on the right side of Wensty, "Cisia, do you still remember? There she is."

Winsty looked to the right, where there was no figure of Sisia, but a pile of bones.

"Our tea time won't last long, but I may have to say sorry to Mr. Holmes. You may not be able to make him a birthday cake in time, but I have prepared a birthday present for him as an apology. I don't know if he will." Will you be satisfied with the birthday present I gave him?"

With the back of his hand behind his back, Dr. Newman estimated the time. The letter for Sherlock should have appeared at the door of 221 Baker Street by now.

Winsty said in a deep voice, "He won't come."

"Huh?" Dr. Newman raised his eyebrows and smiled, "What does it matter if he doesn't come? Who cares if he comes or not!"

His tone was light, and when he met his smiling eyes, Wensty realized that she had been fooled.

"Don't you think that I brought you here, used you as a threat, and then lured Holmes over... This is really a good show, but if my target is Holmes, the risk of doing so is too great, who Can you guarantee that he is willing to come here for you? Maybe he loves you, but I never believe in love, and I will not bet on something I don't believe in."

Like a philosophy teacher in a university class, he tells the truth of life with his hands behind his back.

A firework exploded in Wensty's mind, and she pointed to herself: "So your purpose has always been me?"

She is like a student who is solving a complicated problem under the guidance of the teacher, but she is not sure about her answer, and Dr. Newman affirmed her with a smile: "Of course it is you, I have been waiting for 100 years, and you finally appeared. "

Dr. Newman's green eyes can easily make people think of a dense forest, every tree is lush and lush, his body has not had blood flow for a long time, but at this moment he can feel the taste of blood boiling.

Wensti looked into his eyes, and that piece of green was like a pair of big hands strangling her neck. She was puzzled, "What do you want from me?"

"I think you already know what needs to be prepared for the sacrifice to unlock the Book of the Dead? In the past 100 years, many people have sacrificed their lives for this great cause, but it is far from enough... I still lack one thing. "

In the past 100 years, more than one female branch girl, saint, celebrity, wise man, liar, and fool volunteered to sacrifice their lives. What lies in this cave are their corpses. Although the conditions for sacrificial status are strict, the time is long. The time makes the harsh conditions disappear into a point. The most difficult thing to find is not those who must be born at [-]:[-] am on the sixth day of each month.

"The soul of the evil spirit," Dr. Newman said indifferently, "the spirit of the evil spirit lives in you."

The sun has already shone on the top of the cave, exuding the most dazzling rays of light this winter. When people see such sunshine, they will sigh that today is a good day. When passing through the top of the cave, the angle of the sun will gradually shift. Before the mountain falls, the world will become another completely different appearance.

"Why are you doing this?"

The release of the ancient undead is obviously a matter of harming others and not benefiting oneself. Why are so many people willing to mutilate their own and other people's lives for this matter?

"Because I hate humans." Dr. Newman said slowly with a smile on his lips.

"Winsty," he still used a very gentle tone when he called her name, "don't you think that human beings are the most evil species in the world? Mutual suspicion, jealousy, and killing, human nature is inherently vicious, compared to Undead, humans do more harm to the world, don't they?"

The most annoying thing is that there are two things in the world, "goodness" and "love", which are not even as pure as the one-way evil.

Whether he is "Jack the Ripper" or Doctor Newman, what he has been waiting for is this moment, when he can finally change the world into new clothes.

At this moment, he was extremely happy. From the bottom of his heart, he was as happy as he killed the branch girls outside the White Church, took their organs, and used a sacrifice to meet the "God" who guided him in the first place.

"God" gave him endless life, and entrusting this great cause to him, he took on the mission of bringing more sealed "Gods" back to the world.

Now, the mission is about to be completed.

"By the way. If your ancestors knew that you were the last step to unseal the Book of the Dead that she tried so hard to protect, how do you think she would react?" Dr. Newman suddenly remembered this and asked Wensty curiously.

Although there was still a smile on his face, there was a ferocious look in his expression.

A hundred years ago, it was a night of torrential rain, he could no longer escape, and hid in the sewer, surrounded by the most filthy things, the "god" who once led him was in the hands of Wensty's ancestors Turned into a misty, disappearing together with the evening wind smelling of salted fish.

Wensty somewhat resembled her ancestors, who also had a pair of clear eyes, so clean that they could see through all turbidity.How interesting it would be if her ancestors saw this scene today!

Dr. Newman looked at the girl in front of him playfully. He didn't see a breakdown on her face, which was quite unexpected.

"My Fangyan, you can cry, no one will laugh at you, it's much more complicated than I expected to trick you here."

If it goes well, she should agree to his confession, and then everything will be over long ago.

But it didn't matter, although the time was a bit late, but it was not a waste of time for him to watch a love story and meet Sherlock Holmes, a good opponent.

"Do you have any more questions?"

He closed his eyes and opened his hands, he was not used to letting people die with questions.

Winsty remained silent, and Dr. Newman waited with the best patience. The deal was done, and he didn't mind spending a little more time.

The wind outside the cave was violent, and the candles in the cave were flickering non-stop.

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Mycroft noticed that Sherlock's eyes had been lingering on the few bags of potato chips, and when he looked away, Mycroft knew in his heart that there was nothing to hide.

"Mrs. Hudson, where did she go?"

"Didn't I tell you, she went to get you a birthday present..." Mrs. Hudson couldn't continue, and Sherlock's gaze was like a sharp needle, piercing her bubble of lies.

Mrs. Hudson bowed her head.

"Everyone, except Sherlock, out," said Mycroft.

The secretary took Mrs. Hudson out, leaving the whole room to the two brothers.

Mycroft pulled out a smile: "I want to congratulate you, Sherlock, you can tell from just three bags of potato chips that your girlfriend is not going to pick up your birthday present."

Half of Sherlock's face was buried in the shadows.

"You know where she is," Sherlock said, "it's strange that you're here today."

"It's nothing strange. Tomorrow is your birthday. I have business and cannot celebrate your birthday with you, so I came to see you today." Mycroft said calmly.

Sherlock glanced up at him. The Holmes brothers never took their birthdays seriously, and Mycroft's ability to come up with such a reason only shows that he has no reason to say at all.

There was a knock on the door, and the secretary was outside, handing in an envelope: "The postman has delivered a letter."

Sherlock took the letter with a big stride. This was the third letter in his hand, but the address on the letter was not "Mr. Holmes".

The letter reads:

My Fangyan:

Hello, long time no see. I miss you very much. I only gave a gift to Mr. Holmes before. I hope you don’t mind. This is just a trick of my own. You are the person I miss the most. I have prepared a gift for you.

Note: Your lover, Mr. Holmes, is a man of extraordinary wisdom.

I believe we will meet soon.

william newman

The text on the letter was exactly the same as the one Winsty had received in the supermarket.

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