West's Summer [Comprehensive English and American]

——The atmosphere is so fucking embarrassing.

Sitting in the study in a triangular position, facing each other in silence, the three people in the room were all thinking in unison.Watson covered his left eye, and Sherlock covered his right cheekbone, staring at the unscathed young man in front of him.And the culprit who gave them such symmetrical bruises is now nestling in the armchair without guilt, pointing his fingers at his knees, while still tilting his head and showing a rather innocent smile.

... Hehe, Chunliang.

He rolled his eyes vaguely through his fingers.If it wasn't for the relentless punch that landed on his face just now, the doctor felt that he might have been deceived by this kid's fragile appearance.

The time was pulled back to 10 minutes ago.

When Sherlock said he was going to break into the house, Watson actually refused in his heart.Although he has been running around investigating cases since he met the great detective, and he has done this kind of thing more than once or twice, but as a good citizen of London who has always obeyed the law, he thinks it is better to talk to Inspector Lestrade first. It's better to do it later.

Naturally, this suggestion was met with strong contempt by Sherlock.

"You want those idiots at Scotland Yard to destroy everything of value?"

Expressing his mockery of the hard-working London police, the only consulting detective in the world smiled disdainfully:

“Or would a military doctor who had invaded Afghanistan be terrified that someone was hiding in that dusty room, ready to sneak up on everyone who entered the apartment?”

"..."

——Facts have proved that there really are.

Therefore, Watson, who just got up from his roommate, was startled by West standing at the door.According to him, it was "at that time, the kid who didn't look like a good person showed a malicious smile, and then came over and wanted to touch Sherlock." Therefore, the doctor who always regarded himself as a protector would naturally not be indifferent. Even before Browning had time to pull out, he greeted the brown-haired boy's face mercilessly with his fist.

But sadly, he clearly underestimated the opponent's brutal force value.John Watson was born in the army, and Sherlock was proficient in fencing and boxing. It stands to reason that they would have no problem dealing with a young man who looked rather thin.However, as West, whose actual age is older than the two combined, his fighting skills come entirely from the accumulation of years of practical missions, and the guidance of those guys who stand at the apex of violence in the Avengers Alliance——

There is no doubt that the result is naturally sosad.

Much later, Dr. Watson was still bitter about it, and blamed it all on the deceitfulness of some people's hideously tender faces.In West's view, he has actually released the water into Niagara Falls.After all, unarmed combat is not his forte.He didn't drive these two guys who "inexplicably said I'm not a good person, and stupidly wanted to punch me" or threw them out of the house with their abilities, which is already a manifestation of his broad-mindedness, and he didn't take Browning for the doctor. Threatened his preferential treatment.

And as the saying goes, don't know each other without fighting.Although West has always scoffed at this, he has to admit that a fight first will be more helpful to the subsequent communication.At the very least, some of them finally realized that they had no reason to fight at all after the disgrace made the whole study messy - after finally pulling Watson and West apart, as With the only IQ left in this room, Sherlock finally put an end to the fight.

"My friend and I are investigating the Lawrence Barry case."

Straight to the point as soon as he opened his mouth, he was satisfied to see the brows of the young man move.After expressing his sincerity, the great detective did not forget to ask the other party to reciprocate: "So, what about you?"

——Come to trouble the enemy who hunted down my second father.

Rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.How could it not be seen that Sherlock was trying his best to bring their goals together.The brown-haired boy shrugged his shoulders. Since someone gave him the steps, he wouldn't be that kind of ignorant person... That's right, he was talking about the little dwarf who was held down and wanted to rush forward.

"West Xavier." In the end, West took the initiative to extend his hand.He already remembered where he had seen these two faces:

"It was a good headline in yesterday's Times, wasn't it, Mr. Holmes . . . and his 'special bachelor', Dr. Watson?"

"..."

With half of his breath stuck in his throat, John decided to go back and talk to those reporters who like to talk nonsense.

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"So, Lawrence Barry died three days ago?"

Almost jumped out of the chair by the news.West stared wide-eyed, trying to find even a little sign of joking in Sherlock's eyes, but found it was in vain.

"You don't know?" Feeling able to jump higher than him, Watson looked at those blue eyes like the clear sky in disbelief.The big detective next to him remained calm, with a look of "as expected".

Two days ago in the afternoon, he received a text message from Lestrade, saying that a bizarre murder had occurred by the Thames River, and Sherlock and his doctor rushed there immediately.As the inspector said, there were no clues left at the scene, and it was impossible to find enough things to support his deduction.Therefore, Sherlock decided to start with the deceased himself. After many investigations and several fake identities, he discovered that he turned out to be the steward of the famous Constant Manor.Therefore, after visiting Mrs. Aurora as Scotland Yard, Sherlock and the others found this secret house in Barry, and this is how the scene of "breaking into the house to investigate but encountering strange teenagers fighting" happened just now.

"Maybe you are actually the murderer."

Still suspicious of West, after all, there are only a few people who would secretly hang out in the victim's apartment.Watson leaned back in the chair, stared at the young man's handsome face, and frowned tightly: "Even Mrs. Aurora doesn't know about this place in Barry. And you don't want to reveal your source of information, nor It's really suspicious that Ken said he came to see him for something."

"..."

——Although he did have this kind of thought, he was still at the stage of thinking about it, and he was not ready to do it yet.

The corner of his mouth twitched unconsciously, the pot was really too big for him to bear.But before West could say anything to defend himself, Sherlock Holmes, who was silently watching, suddenly said, "No, John."

"What?" He was robbed without warning, and the doctor didn't react for a while.

"Mr. Xavier is not a murderer."

Shrugging, it seems that this conclusion is completely obvious.Facing the astonished eyes of Watson and West, the big detective added lightly:

"You can tell by his backpack and the hem of his clothes-Xavier is a student at Oxford and has no relatives in England. And he just arrived in London last night, so he didn't have time to commit crimes at all."

Nodding his head, if he didn't know that Holmes really has this kind of ability, he would still think that his mind has been read unconsciously.West turned his head and stared at Watson, the meaning was obvious - your detectives have said so, so don't blame me for it?

Rolling his eyes silently, John Watson felt that it was better for him not to speak.

And after such an interruption, West's original shock at the news of Barry's death did not know where it was lost.Sherlock seemed to ask something else afterward, but got no answer.He huddled in the armchair, played with the black diary in his hand, and kept sorting out the information he had obtained so far in his mind. After eliminating all the paradoxes one by one, there were only a few possible possibilities.

"Barry has several identities in London besides the director of Conston Manor. If I hadn't discovered something strange and followed the clues all the way to this place, his current identity on the death list of Scotland Yard is still the business of a certain law firm. Director Mike Wilson."

With his hands folded against his jaw, his sharp gray-green eyes stared unblinking at the pensive teenager.Charlotte quietly observed every change in West's expression, her voice was low and hoarse:

"So, Mr. Xavier, I sincerely hope that you can cooperate with our investigation...I can see that you have a lot of information that we don't know. If you can share it, then you will soon be able to publish it in the newspaper I saw the news that the murderer was arrested."

——That also depends on you being able to catch the murderer.

She curled her lips, thinking that whether it was Yi Laizhe who killed the murderer or Mrs. Aurora who found out she had been betrayed and silenced her, neither a detective and Scotland Yard could handle it.West pressed his tangled brows, and was about to speak when something suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Wait, you said that you guys uncovered Barry's false identity, and then checked all the way here?"

Sitting up straight, his eyes widened suddenly after receiving the doctor's affirmative answer, and he continued to ask: "Then, since Mrs. Aurora doesn't even know about this apartment in Barry, how did you get the address?"

After all, even Mystique, who is so good at gathering information, only learned of the existence of the secret residence by accident.Then it is obviously impossible to sneak into Holmes and Watson, who are undercover at Conston Manor. They have no way of knowing this kind of information, unless——

"When Sherlock and I visited Conston Manor, a guest there happened to tell us."

Answered so truthfully.With the approval of the big detective, the doctor thought about it, and decided to tell the whole story to this young man who was a little anxious for some reason:

"He said he was Mr. Barry's collaborator, and sometimes he would come to this apartment to discuss things with him... What's the name of that person you asked?... I didn't take the initiative to ask him at the time, but I heard Mrs. Aurora call him Doctor, Just yelled like that."

"...!!!!"

John Watson swore he had told the truth, and felt nothing wrong with it.But for some reason, the calm young man opposite him changed his face before he finished listening, and even jumped up from the chair, closed his eyes inexplicably, and stretched out a finger to his temple.

"...Damn it, I knew it wouldn't be that simple."

After a while, West finally opened his eyes slowly.To the astonishment of both Sherlock and Watson, the peace and indifference that had been sleeping in those blue eyes were all gone now.Just like the torrential rain that came unexpectedly in the summer evening, it fell on every inch of the ground, and with just one glance, it was able to drench everyone from head to toe.

For the first time, the memories of the two were read without permission.At this moment, it would be pedantic to even consider the principles of psychics.As time went back to the section he wanted to see, West was horrified to find that the mysterious person who was entrenched in the memory of the detective and the doctor, showing off his might and even showing a provocative smile, was indeed the old enemy he had been looking for for a long time .

Of course, Yi Laizhe would not be so kind to tell the clues to the person who is likely to chase after him.Thinking of this, the boy began to tremble uncontrollably at his fingertips.After walking through a longer period of time than it seemed on the surface, and brushing shoulders with death so many times, he thought that apart from his family, there was nothing that could make him lose control in such a mess.But 20 years have passed, and today, standing at the corner of fate again, he finally discovered that some wounds can't be healed by time alone.And once in that dark and damp underground, whenever something he was terrified of came, he was always like this, even the superficial calm could not be used to disguise.

——West is too clear about what this means.

"I need you to get out of here."

His gaze suddenly became cold and sharp, and the boy looked at Sherlock and Watson, who were still confused, with a very strong tone:

"There is no doubt that Dr. Yi deliberately provided this secret. From the moment you arrive here, someone may break into this house at any time... And the purpose of those guys coming here, I don't think we are willing to see them achieve it .”

"You mean, he wants to keep his mouth shut to prevent us from continuing the investigation?" Compared with Watson, who obviously didn't keep up with his thoughts, Sherlock's brain has always lived up to the reputation that is overflowing with newspapers and the Internet.He put his palms together on his lips, frowned and thought, but he still didn't want to let it go so short:

"But I haven't had time to investigate here... You know, since he will choose to silence here, it means that there is evidence that he wants to destroy—maybe, a victim's diary or something?"

"This is it."

The shudder has spread from the fingertips to the spine.There is every reason to believe that Yi Laizhe might appear here with his remodeled army in the next second. West pinched his brows firmly, and with the other hand he picked up the black notebook without hesitation, and threw it directly into the In Sherlock's arms: "... Now, get out of here, go!!"

Glancing at Barry's diary that had been forced in, the big detective twitched his brows, but he still didn't move.

"Wait-wait, can someone explain to me what happened?" West made a little flustered.The doctor raised his hand, trying to appease the nervous young man, but he just waved it in mid-air: "You said that someone will come to kill us soon, let us leave quickly, but you want to stay here... ...Am I right? You really didn't intend to escape with us."

He seemed amused by his roommate's words.The corner of Sherlock Holmes' mouth moved, but he didn't speak. He just continued to observe West's every expression, once as an assessment of his next move - he should trust the young man's judgment very much, and the doctor would come to kill him The probability is definitely more than 90.00%...Of course, it is under the premise that he really needs to kill people to silence him.

West's one-sided words alone cannot convince the most deductive and logical detectives, and, even if it is true, the possibility of being hunted down does not at all shake Sherlock's determination to continue the investigation.After all, even as wise as Sherlock Holmes, he never thought of what kind of existence he was facing now.After all, from the very beginning, this not-so-bizarre but decidedly bizarre murder case could not be solved by Scotland Yard alone.

"...So, it seems that we still have to understand each other."

How could he fail to see that the two of them never trusted him from the very beginning, West sighed helplessly, and stretched out his fingers to touch his temples again.Although Charles has always taught him not to give up the fight for language at any time, he has hinted that when persuasion is useless, it is still the best choice to do it directly.

——What's more, there is no more time left for him to spend.

"Wow... my dear, no one told me that I would meet you here."

Standing at the window, watching the big detective and his doctor get into a taxi, and soon disappeared in the warm afternoon sun.West put down his hand, and not long after, there was an exaggerated exclamation from behind.

That voice was all too familiar to him.Familiar with the unique modulation of each ending sound, and the careless cruelty in every smile, he has poured blood and tears into the humiliation that cannot be erased for 20 years, and the hatred continues to this day, endlessly.

"You're still so... so ridiculous that it's disgusting."

Turning around, his eyes glanced at the floating circle in the center of the room that can move in space.The 'ghost' who had fought against him before was standing in the front, staring at him, wishing to tear Wester apart.Behind him, a few "human beings" with weird appearances are standing quietly, like the best soldiers. Although they are silent now, once they wake up on the battlefield, they will be lingering forever for everyone nightmare.

However, none of this is what West cares about.At this moment, his eyes fell directly on the white-haired man in the middle.Even though his actual age was over sixty, his face still looked like he was in his 30s. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and matched the hair color of that old man. There was something weird that couldn't be described in words.

"Eliza."

He looked into his eyes.There seemed to be earth-shattering in the blue pupils, but there seemed to be nothing.It was like a black hole that devoured everything, unable to reveal a single ray of light.Even the tone of voice is flat, like a rigid straight line connecting the past and the future.

The man raised his eyebrows, indicating that he was listening attentively.

"Just today." Throwing the cumbersome backpack far into the corner, West said lightly: "Are you ready to die?"