[Comprehensive British and American] My Neighbor Mr. Holmes

"you know me?"

William looked at Vincent Woodridge in confusion and said, "You have been waiting for me for almost 600 years? Why?"

"The Philosopher's Stone is not in your hand now," Vincent Woodridge did not answer William's question, he looked at William with a hint of disappointment on his expression, "It is not in your hand, I can't put it for you."

"Give me something?" William asked suspiciously, "Who asked you to give it to me, and what is that thing?"

"I can't answer." Vincent Woodridge's expression was very serious, which looked completely different from his usual neurotic appearance. "You need to find that Philosopher's Stone, and then come to me."

"But, I don't know where the Philosopher's Stone is?"

William shook his head. After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't remember where he had seen such a gemstone. "A red gemstone with great magical power. I'm sure I've never seen it before."

"The Philosopher's Stone has been in your hand from the beginning," Vincent Woodridge said, looking at William's hand, "no one can take it from you except you, unless You abandoned it."

Having said that, Vincent Woodridge slowly walked into William, he stretched out his hand, and a white light flew out of his hand and landed on William.

For Vincent Woodridge's sudden behavior, William did not hide. For some reason, he just felt that Vincent Woodridge did not have any malice towards him.

"Someone tampered with your memory again."

Vincent Woodridge frowned, waved his hand to disperse the light, and walked towards the angel statue on the other side. In the eyes made of blue gemstones of the angel statue, he pressed it, only to hear "creak creak" With a sound, the angel statue moved away, revealing a dark room.

"Come with me," Vincent Woodridge walked into the dark room without looking at the three people behind him, and said, "As for the two of you, stay."

As for who goes in and who stays, everyone knows without asking.

William took two steps. Suddenly, he turned his head, looked at Sherlock, opened his mouth, but never uttered a word. He paused for a moment, blinked, smiled at Sherlock, turned and walked away. went in.

Sherlock watched William's figure slowly disappear with an inexplicable expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

"You like that human named Sherlock."

After Vincent Woodridge finished speaking, he smiled self-deprecatingly. He turned around and looked at William with sea-blue eyes, "However, you are a human being, so there is nothing wrong with liking a human being."

"We met, a long time ago?"

Although William's words were interrogative, his expression was certain. He and Vincent Woodridge must have known each other for a long time.

"No, to be precise, I know you."

Vincent Woodridge said, and with a wave of his hand, the candlesticks in the entire dark room were lit one by one, and orange light began to spread throughout the dark room.

This is a small dark room. Except for a step leading upwards, the entire dark room is about 80 square meters. Except for the candlesticks erected around and the unknown formation painted in the center, there is nothing else.

After William looked around, he shifted his eyes from the front of the magic circle to Vincent Woodridge, and said, "Who are you?"

"Me?" Vincent Woodridge laughed when he heard the words, "I am indeed called Vincent, but my original name is, Vincent Knightley, who was entrusted by the king and was once a viscount, but , I am a very inconspicuous person, I don't think you will know."

Speaking of this, Vincent Woodridge said here, his eyes became a little dark, "When I was framed by someone, I had no choice but to start fleeing. He saved me, and then, I have been waiting here for your appearance."

"Him?" William was stunned, his heart beat fast suddenly, as if he wanted to shout something, but he didn't know exactly what he wanted to shout, "Who is he?"

"He, I'm afraid you will know better than me."

After Vincent Woodridge finished speaking, he pointed to the magic in the formation and said, "I can only help you remove the most recent curse. As for the seal he put on you, I can't solve it."

"I know better..."

William murmured for a while, but his mind was still blank, and he couldn't think of anything.

Vincent Woodridge had already begun to chant the spell at this time, and the golden light began to become brighter and brighter. William couldn't help closing his eyes. At this moment, he felt as if something was in his mind The bumps back and forth made his head ache.

He suppressed the groan that he wanted to blurt out, and bit his lip tightly until the biting lip was soaked in blood, and a faint fishy smell was mixed in his mouth. Only then did William realize that he had unintentionally licked his lip. Bitten.

Before William could let go, he felt something suddenly popping up in his mind, and some images that looked very strange but felt very familiar began to play in front of William.

Ten minutes later, the light slowly began to weaken. William lay motionless on the ground, as if he had lost his breath. Vincent Woodridge glanced at William, and held his chest to breathe slowly. Every time he "breaks out of the cocoon", his strength is getting weaker and weaker every time. I am afraid that in another life, he will disappear forever and fall into hell.

"William?"

Vincent Woodridge asked.

But William remained motionless.

"William?"

Vincent Woodridge was puzzled. When he approached William and was about to see the situation, he suddenly saw William opened his eyes.

"I'm fine," William sat up, shaking his head at Vincent Woodridge, and said, "I've remembered."

When William said this, he squinted his eyes. Judging from the memory he just replied, he should have traveled to this place a long time ago, and spent his childhood, youth, and youth here, and he had a whole day The mother, who looks very nervous, always likes to observe him secretly, as if he is a virus.

However, one day later, she slept forever under the pomegranate tree and closed her eyes.

From then on, William moved to the suburbs of London with Old Stoke. Until William went to the "Royal Training Institute", Old Stoke didn't look happy, but just looked at William indifferently, and didn't care about anything.

Later, even he died, and after William buried old Stoke, he came to London because of Aunt Hudson's letter.

From the inexplicable death of his mother, to the fact that the Stoke family was able to pay off all the debts, but the old Stoke still committed suicide. The two deaths seemed to be unrelated, but William could vaguely feel a hint of conspiracy .

What happened to their deaths?

Of course, the most important thing is, how was he cursed?

That's right, it was he who arranged the funeral of old Stoke, returned to the Pomegranate Manor, and then...then there, he met his mother.

Yes, he met his mother.

At that time, his mother smiled and handed him a full-grained, red and blackened pomegranate. The red pomegranates shone like exquisite gemstones in his eyes. Unknowingly, William stretched out his hand to take it and pushed it away. , eat up.

The red pomegranate is as bright red as if dyed with blood.

One by one, William put the pomegranates into his mouth, and the sweet juice filled his throat, delicate and soft, like stepping on cotton, floating in the air, flying, flying... Waiting for him to wake up again When he came, he was lying in an empty villa on the outskirts of London, with two letters beside his bed, one was a letter from the auction house to take back his house, and the other was a letter from Aunt Hudson asking him to go to London.

It turned out to be the mother.

William sighed.

No wonder the last time he returned to the Pomegranate Manor, he always felt like someone was watching him, probably it was his mother.

But why would she do this.

William felt that he had a terrible headache, and he always felt that things were getting weirder and weirder, as if there was some conspiracy inside, and it was still aimed at him.

"I want to know one thing," William said, looking at Vincent Woodridge, "You said you have been waiting for me for almost 600 years, but I should have been not in this world at that time."

Although William didn't know the speed of time, but according to the time, it should be impossible for anyone to know his existence. After all, he was traveling non-stop.

"It seems that you have really forgotten. I remember that when I first saw you, you were already asleep. Although I don't know where you will be sent, I know that I will wait until you wake up." On that day, I will give you something."

Vincent Woodridge said, as if thinking of something, with a look of nostalgia, "He is the greatest person I have ever seen, if..."

"what if?"

William asked following Vincent Woodridge's words.

"It's nothing."

Vincent Woodridge smiled at William.

Since William did not have the Philosopher's Stone, Vincent rejected their questions. For this reason, William had to leave Morphy Castle with Sherlock.

While r.r stayed in Morphy Castle, it looked like he had something to say to Vincent Woodridge.

In this way, until the day before Christmas Eve, Aunt Hudson came back, and she brought back a lot of things, which she said were holiday gifts for everyone, and William, Sherlock and Watson all accepted them with a smile.

Of course, all three of them returned gifts, but Sherlock's gift was returned by William for him.

On Christmas Eve, all the presents had been delivered, and William sat silently on the sofa watching Watson call his new girlfriend with a sweet face, then looked sideways and sat quietly Sherlock staring at the newspaper.

I can't help but feel that the same is love, why is there such a big difference?

"Sherlock, don't you think our way of falling in love is a bit strange?"

William came to Sherlock's side and said.

"I don't think so."

As Sherlock said, he raised his face and looked at William without a glance.

"But……"

William was about to say something more, but Sherlock put his finger on his lips and gave a soft "shh".

Seeing this, William glanced at the newspaper in Sherlock's hand, which was just some ordinary news, nothing special. Seeing this, he frowned, stretched out his hand, and pulled Sherlock's face in front of him, and with his face to face.

"I think our way of getting along is a bit strange," William said, pointing to Watson who was on the phone and smiling sweetly. "I think Watson's is different from ours."

Sherlock glanced sideways at Watson and said, "That woman named What Na must not be with him for long, and you will find out by Christmas tomorrow."

"By the way, Sherlock, are you going home for Christmas tomorrow?"

William suddenly remembered something and asked.

"Mycroft didn't go back either," Sherlock shrugged and said indifferently, "Also, my parents are traveling, and they haven't come back... Do you want to see them?"

"Huh?" William blushed instantly when he heard this, "I...I..."

"I understand." After Sherlock finished speaking, he picked up the newspaper and continued reading without waiting for William's reply.

What the hell does that mean, Sherlock?

William was a little puzzled for a moment.

Does this really mean preparing to meet the parents?

Why do I feel a little too fast?

William was thinking in a mess, and he didn't know at all that far away from London, there was a beautiful woman who was saying his name with a smile, and there was a rotten pomegranate in her hand.