[The Phantom of the Opera] Redemption

"Watson, you are still so rigid about formality, the only answer is right in front of your eyes, why can't you just admit it honestly, I'm still standing here, just to show one thing, I'm not dead, Buried in that laboratory in London, I couldn’t burn it. The humanoid corpse is not me.” Mitchell stretched out his hand, with a faint smile, extremely hateful, “Doctor Watson, we really haven’t seen each other for a long time, you Don't you think you should give me an excited hug?"

John Watson walked past them without squinting, sat down on his exclusive seat, and said forcefully: "You really can, so, from the beginning to the end, I sincerely shed tears for you It should be me alone, no wonder I have been wondering why I have such a good relationship with you Eric, but he didn't come to see you off for the last time. I tell you solemnly, before you get my forgiveness, I will not be with you. You said something!"

Mitchell twirled the ruby ​​ring on his index finger leisurely, and said firmly: "No, Watson, you will be reconciled with us soon, a dead person suddenly appeared here, didn't you Do you feel an unusual aura? If you really plan to do this, we can only expel you from this room, after all, the things we need to talk about cannot have any surprises."

Watson was obviously choked. He hesitated for a moment, but still picked up a pen and paper and sat in his seat. He still couldn't resist his curiosity.Mitchell smiled knowingly, and held down his stupid, stupid, eager, moving pen, "No, you can write as much as you want for the doctor after the event, but now, for the sake of confidentiality, all paper Records are not allowed, we can only rely on our own minds to firmly remember all the information. Now, let's start."

"First, you have to answer a question for me." Watson put down his pen and said solemnly, "If you don't tell me, I won't feel at ease even if I sleep."

Mitchell sighed, glanced at Sherlock, and understood, "I knew you would ask this question, Watson, I've been waiting. It's actually very simple, it's just a basic blindfold , if it’s so simple, it doesn’t make any sense.”

"I was indeed in London that night. I used a little trick to sneak back to the UK from the coastline. I won't go into details on how to implement it. The trick is indeed illegal. That's my little It’s a secret, and I can’t tell you, doctor.” Mitchell blinked and continued: “Then, I went back to that laboratory, and I also had a helper, who is Mitchell Bart In the name of Dr. Lai, he wore the same clothes as me, with a hat pressed against his face. He made a full alibi, and we made a small handover in London. In the evening, I returned to the laboratory smoothly, with a bang , Mitchell Bartlet has completely disappeared from this world."

Looking at the suspicion in Watson's eyes, Mitchell continued without concealing it: "As for the corpse, I was really lucky. Even though my friends kept looking out for me, there happened to be a homeless person that afternoon. Han died outside the lab, and he was a very similar build to me. It was a natural replacement."

"However, when the incident happened, no one was seen escaping from it. This is impossible. There are so many explosives in it, and there is no time to escape from it. There are people who have been paying attention to that laboratory. Never left."

"However, didn't there be a stranger around there? After anyone investigated, he didn't have any problems. That stranger is my friend, or I can be said to be me." Mitchell took a sip of tea, Very leisurely, "What you can't figure out is that there is a secret passage in the laboratory, and there are two Mitchell Bartlets active in London, so, no matter what, my route is perfect. Mitchell Bartley died in the lab, and another stranger completed all the alibi, leaving him with no possibility of escape. This is the truth."

"However, how did you leave here?" Watson was still a little puzzled. "Isn't there another friend of mine? I left there in a dignified way, and walked under the nose of Customs."

Mitchell said sincerely: "Thanks to the backward household registration system in this era, I was able to get a lot of living dead. I really like this country so much, excluding London, the air here is too much." Too bad, every day is like suffering in a gas chamber, Sherlock, how do you endure it?"

Seeing that Watson still couldn't figure it out, Mitchell curled his lips and explained everything clearly, "Didn't I put a big box into my laboratory that afternoon, and it wasn't the medicine I bought or something like that. It’s the corpse I need, why is the stuff on the books perfect? ​​If I put a little more stuff in every time, it only takes a month or so, and the extra stuff can fill up the box , the remaining things can be wiped out in a big fire. And the identity I used, I asked a stranger to log out after three months. In this era, no one cares about the disappearance of an orphan ,this is the truth."

All the secrets were unraveled, and he left London again like this, and spent these years peacefully, with a completely different identity.Mitchell tapped on the table again and again, he seemed to like to relieve his tension in this way, "If things hadn't developed to a certain point, I would never set foot on this land again, now, It was the most critical moment, I could almost feel that they put the rope around my neck, they were ready to tighten it a little bit, and they were ready to take everything from me at any time."

The old god Sherlock sat on the chair and asked calmly: "Okay, we can say goodbye to this topic for a while, Mitchell, what do you want to do, you must have an idea in your heart. I can help you , as long as you don’t ask me to give false testimony again, I’m not so good at doing such things now.”

"You don't need to do anything." Mitchell relaxed on the back of the chair, "You don't need to do anything, just bring Mitchell Bartley back to life, let Bartley's conspiracy come to light, and let me be A demon, a murderer, a character who can scare everyone in London. I just need you to do one thing, help me take care of Eric, I don't want him to worry too much, his body Even though the body has been well taken care of, it still hasn't improved much. I must not let him fall into any danger. As for the others, Sherlock, don't force yourself too much. You are not a god, and you cannot save everything. Sometimes there are things to give up and watch them go."

He suddenly smiled, so beautiful, holy, that word is so suitable for him at this time, "Sherlock, I am really happy, in this world, only you and Watson are my friends, now I'm very happy to see you again. By the way, if I'm imprisoned in a prison for serious criminals, will you come to see me? No, no, no, I was wrong, I will be here just now The place is just Scotland Yard."

He stood up, smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes, put on his hat elegantly, picked up his cane, and bent over slightly, like an out-and-out aristocrat, "Sherlock, my best friend, We have to separate temporarily on the journey of life. If something happens to me, I will leave you a small inheritance to ensure that you can fully carry out your detective and beekeeping careers. Just honey, it must be surprisingly delicious."

As soon as the words fell, the door was slammed open.People from Scotland Yard shouted and squeezed in through the door, but the door was knocked open, a large group of policemen stood at the door, looking at him nervously, Lestrade and Grayson shouted hoarsely at the door Shouting: "Holmes, Watson! Stay away from that man. He is the most dangerous criminal in London. More than ten people have died under his hands! I warn you, if you dare to move, I will kill you immediately." You, put your hands up! Hurry up! I don't have the patience to waste with you!"

Mitchell took two steps forward unhurriedly, and stretched out his hand, "Detective, don't be so nervous, I'm a gentleman, I have no intention of hurting those two gentlemen, I have always been very I am willing to cooperate with the work of Scotland Yard. Now, don't you feel that you are a little too nervous. Take it easy. There are so many people standing at the door, what can I do? I don't have any weapons in my hands. "

He thought for a while, then spread his hands, "Maybe we need to get rid of this thing, but you have to understand that as a thorough businessman, you will always encounter a lot of miscellaneous things on the road. So, always use a little A small means to make myself safer." He quickly pulled out the narrow sword embedded in the cane, and threw it in the direction of the police casually, "This is the only weapon on my body. , now, you can relax a little bit."

Following the throwing of the narrow sword, the nerves of Scotland Yard's people tensed up, and they couldn't help taking a step back, as if he would suddenly attack and slaughter them all the next moment.