Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

She stood up abruptly, her forehead was already covered with sweat, everything in the dream was still vivid in her mind, it was terribly real, as if it had happened in real life.

The past buried in the abyss seems to be slowly being unearthed, layers of fog are being uncovered, and the truth is getting closer and closer to her.

But she was not ready to see the memories.

The wind passed through the window and opened the curtains. The white curtains were raised like the curtain of fate, and all the sunlight from outside came in, and the dust in the air was clearly visible.

Quiet and soft.

She was sitting quietly, and Chris by the sofa had woken up, jumped to her side and rubbed her, as if to comfort her.

What was it like in the past? After forgetting for so long, after seeing Sherlock again, he began to slowly wake up.

What kind of critical point can she have to give up those memories?

Does the past really matter?

Ai Miye patted Chris's head and looked out the window in a daze.

This is a city where no one disturbs you, this is a city where there are no bad people, here is backward, here even water and electricity are cut off from time to time, but here, far away from all the troubles.

One, a real hideaway, no politicians giving speeches here and there, no sudden business tycoons.

People forget this place, people are unwilling to save this place, but this place doesn't need people to remember, and people don't need people to save it.

She doesn't want to leave here.

Her future, wants to live here.

At least, she didn't want to change, she didn't want to be remembered before she got tired of this kind of life.

She wants to be normal.

She wanted to never be remembered by criminals again, and she didn't want to remember that she was Kailin's daughter again.

The memory that Kailin gave her has already turned into darkness.

It was a helpless silence, a hell from which there was no way to escape no matter how much one resisted.

But now, she came back to life, and she became an ordinary person.

She can keep her hair color, she can take off her contact lenses, she can expose herself, because here, no one cares what she looks like.

She could forget the past, her companions who were killed, and her brother who tortured her.

If Sherlock hadn't come here, her memory would really gradually fade.

She can become a normal person.

She should have been normal.

Her eyes became deep and her breathing slowed down. She regained her senses and gently touched Chris beside her.

It's just that all the scenes in front of her are slowly moving away from her.

The white mist covered her eyes again, and the voice became closer and clearer.

"If your eyes had the presence of it, you should be able to tell it was ferric chloride solution."

The man's voice is as deep as a cello's timbre, which makes people not only want to admire.

Ai Miye frowned, ferric chloride solution can be used to stop bleeding, which means she was injured.

But this time, the white mist slowly dispersed, and she could see everything around her clearly.

It is a huge warehouse, it seems to have been abandoned for a long time, the dust is all over the surrounding, messy, there are messy footprints on the side, someone left.

Some sporadic fragments flashed by, Joker's appearance emerged from memory, and even the madness of the other party became clear.

She blinked, the blurred fragments disappeared, and the scene in front of her got closer.

Only then did she clearly see that Sherlock was wiping the reddish-brown liquid on her wrist.

The curly-haired man lowered his head, staring seriously at the wound on her wrist, the blood flow had slowed down.

He pursed his lips, carefully covering the wound again, allowing the protein to settle.

Suddenly, the white mist began to gather, making the eyes blurred again.

Only the last words in my ears remained, "As long as you still have the ability to move, I will know where you are."

She froze for a second, it was very familiar, as if she had heard this sentence at some point.

Everything in sight returned to its original appearance, but she couldn't calm down.

It is not she who is making the choice now, but the memory is choosing her.

No matter how deep some things are buried, as time passes quietly, they will crawl out of the abyss again to show their existence to the world.

The existence of nightmares.

Sherlock is a jerk, and because he came to her, her memories started to come flooding back.

Maybe she shouldn't have forgotten.

Ai Miye got up absent-mindedly, and staggered into the bathroom, with warm water pouring over her body.

The water passed through her fingertips, and she raised her hands, and suddenly a cold air emerged from her fingertips. The warm water froze due to the extremely low temperature, and the ice cubes fell to the ground.

boom--

The sound of the ice bursting awakened her reason, and she looked at the broken ice on the ground in a daze.

What is she living for.

Does she live for herself?

Just not reconciled?

Everyone wanted her to die, so she was unwilling to die, she wanted to survive and become the final winner.

But he really survived, but he didn't know what the meaning of life was.

love?

Friendship?

Affectionate?

She has neither, nor has she longed for any of these relationships.

Maybe ever wanted.

But now, she doesn't know what's wrong with her.

No desire, no fear of death.

So, what is the meaning of life?

People born in this world must have some meaning of existence.

Otherwise why would people be alive.

She looked at the water flowing away, like time flowing away, leaving little by little.

Early the next morning, she put on her clothes and took Sherlock and Chris out for a walk. When she got home, she was already sweating profusely. She took a shower and changed her clothes. She took a carton of milk from the refrigerator and just drank half of it. , the door was opened from the outside, and the curly-haired man glanced at the entrance and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Huh?" She swallowed the milk. "You know? I want to find Charles."

The alarm bell rang loudly.

Charles Xavier.

Her ex-fiancé.

The man frowned and closed the door calmly. His sharp and slightly pale eyes scanned the room very quickly, but he didn't notice anything unusual. He whispered, "If you need help, I can help you as hard as I can."

"This matter, of course, I didn't question your meaning, but only Charles can help me with this matter. You should never have thought about such a problem."

"Don't look at me like that, I know you're smart." She shrugged, "Well, I'm a mutant, you know, but compared to what I've been through, being a mutant is less of a thing for me. It's important, but the fact that I'm a mutant is the same as what I've been through, and I can't really fit into this world, and I need Charles' help."

"I need Charles," she repeated earnestly.

She has been afraid to approach because she is afraid of bringing disaster to the group of children.

But maybe, she didn't know, those children were once as scared as she was.

But they all stayed.

Charles taught them not to be afraid, and taught them to fit into society.

She needs Charles to be her leader.