[The Phantom of the Opera] Redemption

"Eric, you must understand that this is just your illusion, you must calm down, we all must calm down." Watson held Eric's hand, he was trembling all the time, until Mitchell left, he did not feel deeply I deeply understand how reassuring it is to have him by my side in this world.

His emotions became even more agitated, "No, I am now, I can't bear it for a moment, even if I am in hell with Mitchell now, it is much better than now, I must... ah..." His body His body was soft. He hung down softly, and Clark gently supported him behind him.

It was he who knocked him unconscious with a hand knife just now, and he said with a little apology: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, but I still agree with Dr. Watson's words, tonight, we must have a good rest. In a short time, They will never do anything to their master, because they haven't got what they want. Mr. Holmes, you must ensure that you have sufficient physical strength. Talking to your master is a difficult game. I hope you can start from He mouthed the answer you want. This is very important for our actions."

Clark bowed deeply, "Sherlock, the hope of success is on you now. This is not only about the master's life, but also the existence of many more people. If the master is...judged...absolutely Unfair death penalty, then, the greater disaster has just begun. This is what I have been worried about. I am just a servant, and I can only carry out the orders of the master. This is the meaning of my existence. Sorry, on this matter , I can’t reveal any more information.”

"No, that's enough. I can have a good night's sleep tonight." Sherlock ran upstairs with brisk steps, not forgetting to turn around and shout: "Watson, come up quickly, Tomorrow morning after we have a comfortable breakfast, we will bring our lunch to talk to Mitchell, oh, sorry, you can only deal with the police at the door. All in all, we can have a beautiful evening The dream. Clark, take Eric back, he needs to rest for a long time, take good care of him, we will definitely not appear in front of him in the next few days."

Clark nodded, and helped Eric to leave quietly. Eric will fall into an extremely wonderful dream, sweeping away all his fatigue, but when he wakes up, three days will be gone. But, sorry, my master, the outcome of this contest was determined from the very beginning.Mr. Eric, the final outcome depends on your own choice. From the beginning, the master has clearly laid out the future in front of you for you to choose.

When people have hope, time always flies very fast. Watson only felt that the daylight was bright as soon as his head touched the pillow. When he was awakened by the energetic Sherlock's cheerful violin sound, Still with a hint of confusion, he managed to hold his body up and walked downstairs. He was really exhausted these past few days. Once he relaxed his body, he couldn't restrain his exhaustion at all. Could barely get out of bed.

Sherlock looked at the newspaper in front of him intently, flipped through a large page, "Watson, it's already ten o'clock, and you still look mentally weak, your physical strength is really a problem. Due to the current situation, today's visit is by myself. Watson, you stay here and read the notes I made earlier, maybe you can discover something new."

As soon as the words fell, Sherlock quickly got up, picked up his hat and coat and rushed out.It wasn't until the door was closed with a bang that Watson woke up from his confusion, "What, it's ten o'clock!" He widened his eyes and rushed out the door, but Baker Street was already empty. Even the carriage disappeared. It is difficult not to suspect that this situation was done by Sherlock on purpose.

At this point, Watson could only go back to the reception room, open the notes, and see if he could find any clues from it. Even if the hope is very slim, this little effort is better than nothing.

Sherlock came to that place in a carriage, the most vicious prison in London, the people who lived here were all prisoners who were destined to be sentenced to death, and there was a strange feeling shrouded here all the year round, which made people shudder.Sherlock walked peacefully in the prison, and bribed the police in the prison with the money Mitchell left him. The case was also ordered by Mitchell, but until now, he still doesn't understand why he did this, and this is the purpose of his coming here.

With money and some unknown factors, Sherlock went to the end of the prison very smoothly, the place with almost no sunlight, the darkest corner, this is the cell where Mitchell is.He sat on the stone slab calmly, with a thin quilt spread on it, and the cold air came up from the soles of his feet. Even though he was wearing a warm coat, Sherlock felt his hands and feet were getting cold, just like this prison gave him. Human feelings represent despair.

Sensing him coming in, Mitchell opened his eyes suddenly, with a trace of regret, "You shouldn't have come in, Sherlock, this is not where you should be, and this is not something you need to participate in, but, now , it is too late for you to withdraw, from the day you intervene, you will be automatically classified as a member of my faction."

"I'm just looking for the truth, I want to know what's going on?" Sherlock looked at Mitchell's face clearly, his hands and feet were shackled, and he was firmly bound in the Within a certain range, this is somewhat unusual. "I want to know, who are you and what do you represent?"

"Sherlock, I still remember that you once said that after eliminating all impossible factors, the remaining speculation, no matter how absurd, is still true. Didn't you already have a deduction in your heart a long time ago?" , since you investigated that poor boy. If you promise to keep your mouth shut, I don't mind telling you some stories. However, on such a beautiful day, let's not talk about those boring things."

Sherlock was really sure this time, he tried his best to maintain his calm, and said word by word: "You are not human, and the one who wants to plot against you is not human, but there are still human beings involved in this incident." The traces of activities, their power is extraordinary, so you said, this is not something I can intervene in. However, it is still a fact, you and I both understand that a fatal evidence, as long as you have him, your charges... ..."

"Impossible." Mitchell smiled bitterly, "Sherlock, you are so smart, how could you not understand Clark's specialness, he does not belong to this world, he is more distinct than me. I can say yes Stepping on the gray area, and he is completely black, his birth is not allowed. Clark is destined to not exist in this world. From the beginning to the end, he can only be a ghost. It is impossible for a ghost to show up to testify."

Sherlock sighed, "Then, there is nothing I can do. Any evidence will take time to appear, and this is impossible to achieve in the short term. If..."

"If Clark was a British citizen with a little bit of status, everything would be solved. His words are iron proof, enough to wash away any injustice in me. There are no ifs in this world. Many times, even if the result is not what we want. Expected, we have to accept, this is society, this is life. This is also one of the reasons why I am still stuck in this world." Mitchell stood up and looked at Sherlock, his fingers were extremely pale , seems to have lost all color.

The sun shone a little on this dark corner, and Sherlock saw that the entire floor of the cell was covered with dense dark brown marks, which was very strange, at least he had never seen such a pattern before.Mitchell glanced at the ground following his gaze, and said coldly: "This is their trick. This is why they must lock me up here. They want to trap me in this way. Here, until I'm willing to give them what they want."

"Is your strength really weakening?" Sherlock had to remain a little skeptical about this matter, "You don't care about it."

Mitchell shook the iron chain in his hand, and it was intact, "Look, it is indeed weakened, don't you know, before, I took you up from the bottom of the cliff without any effort, if, I still How can I still stay here with my previous abilities? But don’t worry, they will never touch me until they get what they want. It’s them who should be anxious, not me.”

"Have you ever thought about what will happen to Eric if you really die, he will be very sad." Sherlock said suddenly, "Now that you are in such a situation, his body has begun to fail. Stop, Clark sent him to rest, if you really die, what will happen to him?"

"Give me two months, they don't have much time, probably next week they can't help but do it. It's so sad." Mitchell sighed, "Help me hold Eric, no matter what , Let him spend these two months well and cooperate with me well, after two months, it will be the time for my return, before I show up again, no matter how bad the news about me is, don’t believe it.”