[Comprehensive British and American] My Neighbor Mr. Holmes

"Vincent Knight Ray Woodridge."

After Sherlock finished saying the name, he glanced over everyone, until he saw William's eyes before continuing, "If I'm not wrong, he's probably the only one who knows the answer."

"Woodridge?"

Derek Morgan said suspiciously, looking at Spencer Reed, but this time he did not wait for Spencer Reed's explanation, and said to himself, "It is the one who has the duke title and has The rich Woodridge family with the most and largest hotel chains and comprehensive shopping malls in the entire world?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it is."

Spencer Reed said solemnly.

"Vincent Woodridge," Mr. R was stunned for a moment, his face became a little ugly, "I happen to know this person, I can't see through him, he is too mysterious."

Speaking of this, Mr. R seemed to be recalling something, and said, "I remember that Vincent Woodridge should be over five hundred years old."

"Three hundred years old?" Everyone was taken aback, and asked in amazement, "Isn't he a human?"

"Of course not, he is human, but I know that his body should not be human, and of course, he should not be a demon. He feels very holy..." mr·r frowned, and said, "But , Later, after I joined the FBI's special case investigation team, I invited him, but he never agreed, and I always felt like he was waiting for someone."

As a vampire, Mr. R is always particularly sensitive to bright creatures, so when he first met the boy from the Woodridge family, he didn't feel very good.

"The main body is not human, so how did he become the young master of the Woodridge family?"

Derek Morgan asked Mr. R in puzzlement, "It's unbelievable that it's at least 500 years old!"

"I remember that hundreds of years ago, that person saved the head of the Woodridge family, and then they kept raising him. When he was not a hundred years old, he seemed to be born again, starting from a young child, gradually Di Changcheng, if I hadn't accidentally found out about this matter back then, I'm afraid no one would have known about it."

Mr. R said, looking at Sherlock, "If you say he knows, it is indeed very possible."

Sherlock shrugged, not caring.

"The only problem we have now is how to find him," said Spencer Read. "From the data, this person will always disappear for no reason."

"I think, I know."

Listening to everyone's words, William's face turned pale. Vincent Woodridge sent him an invitation letter in advance, as if he knew in advance that they were going back to look for him.

Yes, it's an invitation.

In Buckingham Palace that day, Vincent Woodridge asked the maid to send him the invitation letter.

"I'll get it."

As William said, he stood up and went upstairs to take out the invitation letter that he didn't think he needed at all. The bright red ink pad on it was still bright red.

"Morphy Castle."

Sherlock glanced at the address above and handed it to Derek Morgan.

"It seems that I do have to go there."

As William said, he looked at Sherlock, saw that he looked as if he would definitely go there, and said, "Sherlock, this time is very dangerous."

"I know."

Sherlock said, his face as usual.

"Vincent and I have been classmates since we were young, and we have been with him several times, but I didn't know that he was not human at all, which made me very disturbed."

William frowned, remembering what Mr. R said, he was a little inexplicably startled, Vincent Woodridge was not a human being, he thought he could accept this, but for some reason, he was asked to go Looking for him, there was an inexplicable resistance in his heart.

It seemed that as long as he left, everything would be irreversible.

"What are you upset about?"

Sherlock's voice suddenly rang in William's ear, and William woke up from his contemplation. He looked at Sherlock in surprise, smiled and turned his head slightly, and said, "I'm not uneasy, it's just that I'm a little unresponsive."

"you're lying."

Sherlock said, and slowly approached William. In William's eyes, Sherlock's eyes were getting bigger and brighter. Normally, he would be indulging in this kind of focused gaze, but at this moment, William suddenly had an inexplicable feeling of wanting to turn his gaze away.

"The pupils are slightly dilated, and the hands feel like they are clenched into fists. You only need to tell a lie."

As Sherlock said, the hot and humid breath was blowing towards William's cheeks, which made him blush a little. He didn't know whether it was because of Sherlock's guessing, or because of the distance between the two at this time.

"You are uneasy, those things that you have forgotten are things that you cannot bear."

Sherlock's silver-gray eyes looked at William, his eyes were burning, and William couldn't help turning his head.

"Feel sorry."

There was a hint of confusion in William's voice.

"I don't need your apology, William," Sherlock said, suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged William into his arms, his tone was no longer calm and self-sufficient as usual, "I think love makes people lose their rational thinking, but, Sometimes, that’s not the case.”

William froze for a moment, he couldn't see Sherlock's expression at this time, but for some reason, he suddenly felt relieved, like a lost person who suddenly met another person, although he still lost his way, However, there is no fear or worry.

"Now, whether to go or not, I listen to you."

Sherlock didn't let go of William's arm, his eyes glanced at the two people who looked a little awkward beside him, and the image of mr r smiling, his tone was extraordinarily clear and firm in the silent space at this time .

To go, or not to go.

If you go, you will know everything, but maybe you will face things you don’t want to face; if you don’t go, you will know nothing, but you will not know the bad things that may happen .

To go, or not to go.

William closed his eyes, leaning on Sherlock's shoulder, thinking silently.

Time passed little by little, and everyone present did not urge him, especially Derek Morgan. Although he seemed a little eager, he held back and did not speak.

On the other hand, Spencer Reid was holding the newspaper on the table and reading it, looking very leisurely.

"bump"

Suddenly, someone pushed open the door, breaking the tranquility at this moment. The visitor looked at Sherlock and William hugging each other in surprise, looking extremely intimate. However, this scene was nothing to him. After all, he had been told about the relationship between Sherlock and William, but what happened to those two people behind them?

What's happening here?

"What's going on here?"

Watson said, asking Sherlock and William.

"Well, some friends, fbi."

Seeing this, William wanted to push Sherlock away, but was rejected. His face turned red, but his expression seemed serious.

"fbi?"

Watson was stunned. He also knew the name of the FBI, "Why did they come?"

"It's a long story," William told Watson what had happened.

"It turned out to be like this."

Watson frowned and said to William, "Then do you want to find Vincent Woodridge?"

"..."

William was silent for a moment, "Go."

"Although the result I faced may not be what I expected, and it may cause me pain, but if I don't know the truth, it may make me suffer even more in the future."

After speaking, William looked at Sherlock, his eyes suddenly warmed up, he stretched out his hand to hold Sherlock's hand tightly, and said, "With you by my side, no matter how painful the front is, I won't worry."

Seeing William like this, Watson heaved a sigh of relief. He approached William, patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said, "Maybe, it's not a painful memory, but some beautiful memories, isn't it?"

"You are right, Watson."

Seeing this, William smiled.

A few hours later, when Mr. R rushed over, William and Sherlock got on their seats and went to Morphy Castle.

There were only three people on this trip, namely William, Sherlock and Mr. R.

Originally, William didn't want Sherlock to go with him, but Sherlock rejected him with righteous words. In this regard, William had no choice but to agree with Sherlock to go with him.

At this time, the sky had turned fiery red, and mr.r was sitting there leisurely drinking red wine like a gentleman, but the smell coming from the wine glass, William was sure that it must be mixed with blood.

"vampire?"

Sherlock glanced at Mr. R's wine glass, and said indifferently.

"Although what you said is not wrong, we like to be called-blood race."

Mr. R said, smiling slightly at Sherlock William, and opened his mouth, revealing sharp and sharp teeth compared to ordinary humans.

Sherlock didn't pay attention to this, he looked out the window, the car drove from the bustling urban area to a remote suburb, and it became more and more remote.

Morphy Castle faces the Mediterranean Sea and is built on a cliff. It looks like it is out of place with the whole world. Looking from a distance through the night sky, the bright moon shines in the night sky, and the dark castle looks very quiet. A round of bright moon, an ancient castle, against the sound of waves beating against the rocks, looks extraordinarily lonely.

Handing over the invitation letter, the three of them followed the maid through the marble corridor and walked into the hall. The resplendent hall was surrounded by pictures of angels, and one of them was holding a long sword in his hand, looking majestically into the distance. ... "That's the 'Sword of Judgment'."

Vincent Woodridge walked over slowly, holding a blond doll in his hands, followed William's line of sight with his eyes, and smiled.

"I know that you will always come back, because he can't be wrong," Vincent Woodridge said, looking at William with blue eyes, there seemed to be a bunch of flames inside, burning slightly .

"I've been waiting for almost 600 years, already, almost can't hold on anymore."