[The Phantom of the Opera] Redemption

Eric just turned his face away and said nothing.He was angry, he was not satisfied with his answer, Mitchell sighed, walked up to him, and asked seriously: "Eric, if one day, I tell you, you can know what your future will be like , and even the future of everyone else, but at a small cost to you, what do you do?"

His eyes are wide open, very cute, in Mitchell's eyes, Eric is always the most beautiful, every time he can arouse his heartstrings, Eric thought for a while, and replied without hesitation: "I Will give up, give up this ability without hesitation, turn around and leave, as if I never knew it. The more terrifying the ability, the greater the price I need to pay. For this kind of thing, I may even lose everything. I can’t possibly Do this kind of thing."

"You are very calm, Eric." Mitchell put his shoulder lightly on his shoulders, "Many people have died under meaningless wishes, and if they get too much, they will only be swallowed by their own hopes. This is life. Eric, whether you believe it or not, I can only tell you that now, my secret is like an unfathomable ability to you, which will only hurt you. This kind of power is not something you can grasp. But , I promise, Eric, you hold my life in your hands, I give you everything I have, and I love you so much."

Eric withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and turned around, "This is your business and has nothing to do with me. Just give your life to others casually, you are really..."

"Eric, you are the person I trust most in this world, and the only one I trust is you, so who else can I give my back to if you don't?" Mitchell held tightly His hand smiled and said: "Come, take it, my love, this is the most precious thing in my body. From now on, I will give it to you and keep it well. If I am not by your side, You can think of me when you look at this."

Eric took it, and it was a thin and long thing. He glanced at it, and it turned out that Mitchell had been taking the cane from his hand all the time. This cane had always been by his side, as if it had never left for a day. However, this seemed to be the only thing he wouldn't just hand over to Clark for safekeeping.This thing probably has some special meaning to him.

"Don't you feel embarrassed to give me such an old thing?" Although Eric said so, he put away the things in his hands.This thing must be very precious, but it has a real aura that belongs to Mitchell, as if he has always been by his side.

After solving the major issue of trust, Mitchell stroked his hat, secretly relieved, and couldn't help but feel guilty, "Eric, it's still my fault after all, I shouldn't have concealed it from you, I left you behind again this time, I promise, after this matter is resolved, there will never be any other things that will separate you and me, I promise." Mitchell hated inwardly, no matter what, this time , must solve all those who dare to provoke everyone, don't try to escape at all, otherwise, it will be a waste of my careful arrangement.

This day was the last day of December, and the north wind was blowing extremely hard, the sky was cloudy and dark. There was hardly a single star to be seen in the darkness.Wait until tomorrow morning, will there be a new day, new hope will come.

Returning to London this time, Mitchell still didn't want Eric to stay in such a terrible environment with him. He worked hard and used a little trick to buy a small villa on the outskirts of London. It wasn't pretty, the only consolation was that it had a superbly furnished music room with a piano in good condition.

Mitchell put Eric there, and asked with concern, "Eric, you can stay here for the time being. The scenery of the countryside is still a bit flavorful. I think if everything goes well, I can come back in a month. If If it doesn't go well, I will definitely tell you as soon as possible, my messengers are all over Europe, and I will definitely not leave forever."

When Mitchell and Eric finally finished their instructions, Clark stood behind him carrying the suitcase and followed him to the door, where he was waiting for another coachman. It will be such a scene, isn't the owner always entrusting his own safety issues to himself, why today?

He looked at Mitchell in surprise, as if he had noticed some incredible scene, Mitchell leaned into his ear and said softly: "Clark, I know, it must be very dangerous for me to return to the center of London this time. , I only hope that you can do one thing well and protect Eric well. He is your life. In case I fall into a very critical situation, don't rescue me for the time being. If I am really in an accident, then This is my destiny, so please don’t do unnecessary things.”

He stood up straight and looked at Clark. The thin and small man he used to be no longer existed, and now Clark was strong enough. He said calmly: "Clark, I remember you swore allegiance to me. Now, I order you , from this moment on, your master is Eric Scott, whose will is your life, your everything, and his orders are more important than anything in the world. Can you do it well?"

Mitchell looked at him, with unhesitating determination, Clark knelt down slowly, slamming his knees heavily on the stone slab without hesitation, "Yes, master, from this moment on, my master is Mr. Eric, my life belongs to him, his orders are above all else, and I am willing to defend him to the death!"

"Very good, Clark." Mitchell patted him on the shoulder. "The only thing I'm worried about is Eric. He is the only one among us who is vulnerable. I'll leave him to you."

Mitchell turned around and stepped on the carriage without a trace of nostalgia. He had to be ruthless. Even though he knew that the outcome of the matter might not be satisfactory, at this moment, he could only go forward bravely. There was no way out. He needed to win, and he had to win.

The carriage clattered him on the road in London, unremarkable at all, he only carried a small suitcase, which simply contained a few clothes, some money, and a small piece of blood-red gemstone , like blood.He still held a cane in his hand, almost exactly the same as the one he gave Eric before.

As soon as he entered London, he jumped out of the carriage in a small hidden corner, quickly passed through several streets, turned a few times in the winding alleys, and then boarded an ordinary carriage concealedly. The carriage finally brought him to the place where he had not been for nearly eight years.He glanced at the house near the street entrance calmly, it was a pretty cute candy store.They are really whimsical, they dare to buy candy in a place where so many dangerous items were once stored, don't they worry about when they will die on the street?

He pressed the brim of his hat, and quickly knocked three times on the door of that house. An old woman opened the door. Mrs. Hudson has not changed much after all these years, Mitchell lowered his voice , with a smooth voice like the hiss of a poisonous snake, "Mrs. Hudson, I am a guest of Mr. Holmes. I have an appointment with him."

"However, Mr. Holmes didn't say that he would have guests today. Are you mistaken? I'm sorry if Mr. Holmes didn't say..." The man closed the door and walked past Mrs. Hudson. From the beginning to the end, the hat on his head covered his face, and Mrs. Hudson had no idea who this stranger who broke in suddenly was, especially since so many things happened in London recently. Things, everyone is a little panicked.

"I didn't lie. I do have an appointment. I made it a long time ago. It's only natural that you don't know." While speaking, the tall man had already walked to the second floor.

Sherlock poked his head out of the room, and when he saw him, he immediately understood. He shouted: "Mrs. Hudson, don't worry, this is a friend of mine. He has indeed notified me. Help me prepare some tea and snacks, we probably need to discuss for a long time."

There was excitement in his eyes, he was almost dancing, and he kept saying: "This is a great opportunity. The changes in London are about to start from now on."

Sherlock pulled the man into the room with excitement, and immediately closed the door. Watson came out of his room, very puzzled: "Sherlock, what's the matter with you, haven't you been talking about being bored?" , The investigation is temporarily in trouble, what are you arguing with Mrs. Hudson, I told you, Mrs. Hudson is old, you can't treat her like this, after all, she is still..."

The man sitting on the sofa took off his hat and looked up at him. All the remaining words of Watson were blocked in his mouth. He was so shocked that he could hardly grasp the railing next to him, and he stammered and shouted: " No, it's impossible, how could Mitchell Bartlet be here."

The next moment, he couldn't help shouting: "Sherlock Holmes, come here, I need a reasonable explanation, what's going on! We saw his dead body with our own eyes, didn't we? Why is he able to Sit right here!"