[The Phantom of the Opera] Redemption

"Does it really matter no matter what the price is?" Mitchell stared straight into his eyes, "It's really everything, human beings are always so duplicity, always talking, I don't care about anything , I can give up everything, but in the end, you are the ones who have to hold both hands together. Don't you think it's too ridiculous, you won't be willing to pay that price, give up, and spend what you have Yes."

"I'm not reconciled." He struggled to get up from the ground and roared, "Why should they die in misery all their lives while they are happy all their lives? How could I be reconciled? I want revenge, and I want everything that belongs to me Take it back! I absolutely don't want to die at the beginning of my life!"

This human being is really interesting, Mitchell smiled, "I can give you two choices, that is, now, you are 30 years old today, I can give you 50 years of life, in these 50 years, you will You are healthier and stronger than anyone of your age, but every year I will bring you the medicine for the next year, and you have to pay a small price every year. Once you can’t bear it, the cooperation between us will be terminated Yes. There is another option, you can completely abandon everything you have now, I will let Anse take a bite out of you, inject his blood, and you will become a vampire like him, in the dark night Enjoy eternal life, which one do you want?"

The Duke of Stoke suddenly raised his head and asked: "Vampire, hmph, how could a creature that can only live in darkness forever be suitable for me, and I don't need such a long life. Behind the long life is Empty, lying in bed. I've had enough of living in bed for so long. I choose the first one, but 50 years is too short a lifespan. My life is just beginning. I want to see these people miserable one by one I'm going to show them that I can outlive them."

"It doesn't matter. The price is fixed every year, but there is a slight difference over 100 years. It is [-] pounds a year. This is the price. What do you think?" Mitchell looked at it gently Looking at him, he pulled Earl Stoke up from the ground, "You will definitely be safe from illnesses this year, but you must be careful not to let your blood lose a lot, otherwise, you will spend another ten Ten thousand pounds to maintain your broken body."

Stoke looked at him suspiciously. He didn't believe that this man would be so kind. One hundred thousand pounds is not high for a person's life, but would he really do nothing?

Mitchell nodded slightly and continued: "You can rest assured that I am a very reputable businessman. The underworld only cares about whether the soul will return there in the end, but they don't care how long a person exists. After all , for them, it makes no difference whether you die early or late. Although the trajectory of a person has been written on the horoscope from the beginning, this horoscope is not eternal. People change, experience Your lifespan and your opportunities will naturally change. We are quite flexible."

Mitchell put an inconspicuous pill in front of Stoke, right on the palm of his hand, "They will be executed cruelly because they violated my bottom line, but, You are the duke, you have a lot of things that I need. I am also an ordinary person, and almost no one else can give out one hundred thousand pounds a year except you. I am a person who can be bought with money. If, You don't trust me, you can take the pills first and then consider whether to pay. I care more about the existence of reputation than the gain or loss of money."

As soon as the words fell, Stoke stuffed the pill into his mouth without hesitation. Soon, he quickly recovered his handsome appearance at a speed visible to the naked eye. He turned his body, Very healthy, very relaxed, it seems that his previous injuries and physical weakness have all disappeared, "You really are not simple, when you need [-] pounds, I will call you as soon as possible, if you don't If you mind paying with jewelry or something, I can fulfill my promise now."

The smile on Mitchell's face became more and more obvious, "I knew I could trust you, Duke of Stoke. Our interests didn't have any conflicts at the beginning, and we can become very good partners. But, I have one more thing I need to warn you that this medicine only delays your aging and injects vitality into your body. If you don’t get the next year’s medicine in time, your vitality will be cut off in just a few days .Be sure to keep that in mind.”

"Of course I will hand over the money to you on time, but I don't have a way to contact you." Stock was a little worried. If he deliberately plotted against him and refused to give him the rest of the medicine, it would only last for a short time. It's only a short year.

"Why do I need to deceive you." Mitchell laughed dumbfounded, holding the gemstone and inspecting it carefully against the moonlight, it was very beautiful, "But, Duke of Stoke, you still owe me fifty thousand pounds, I just accept Gems or pounds in cash, please be ready in time. When the time is right, they will become the best way to communicate between us, and send me all the things you want to entrust." A few crows behaved .coincidentally flew to their side.

"In the afternoon of the day you pay, we will deliver the medicine to you. Please pay attention to prepare a hidden place outside the window where birds can park." Mitchell lightly threw the crow over, "The world I have always thought that crows are ominous things. In fact, it is a harbinger of bad luck. If you can understand the language of crows, you can avoid bad luck to a large extent, but they don’t understand it at all. Also, their IQ They are all very tall, especially among birds, please don’t insult or scold them casually, each of them has a very temper, please be careful. Even I can hardly predict what happens.”

Stoke looked at the crow who was lowering his head to preen his feathers, and said casually: "I will pay attention, I am not one of those nouveau riche, I have no manners, anyone can get the best hospitality in my castle."

After he finished speaking, he was about to turn around and leave. Mitchell glanced at An Si and said without hesitation: "An Si, you go and send the Duke of Stoke and Andrew back to their castle, quietly, don't be caught anyone finds out."

Stoke turned his head and glared at him, Mitchell pointed to the sky, which was already faintly showing a little paleness, "Dawn will come soon, I think, you have avoided everyone in the castle, right? It takes at least an hour to get here from there. Before you go back, the housekeeper will probably find out the fact that you are not in there. Let Ans give you a ride. This is a little bit of being a partner. Heart, after all, we have to communicate with each other for a while."

It was calm again here, but Eric was still in high spirits. Mitchell knew that there were still many doubts in his heart, so he gently kissed his forehead gently, and comforted him: "It's almost dawn, we'd better go first." Let Sherlock and the others rest at ease. I know that they have been very anxious during the past period of time. I know that you can't sleep peacefully until everything is resolved. Let us all have a good rest later Bar."

Sherlock had been sitting there for a long time, and he probably didn't sleep all night. When he heard the sound of the outside door being pushed open, he stood up abruptly, rushed up the stairs, and shouted: "Watson, Watson, get up quickly, if you don't get up again, our visitor will leave quickly again!"

The sound echoed so loudly in the house that it was almost impossible to ignore it.Mitchell couldn't help laughing, pushed open the door, and found a place to sit down leisurely, "No matter when, you can't hear any pleasant words from your mouth, Sherlock, old man who has been reunited for a long time My friend is back, don't you want to come up and give a warm hug? It's really sad. Unfortunately, I will stay in London for the time being. Even if you are going out to snipe Moriarty, I will still stay in London , I have just renovated a nice little manor in the countryside of London."

Watson came out impatiently in his pajamas, and yelled back, "Sherlock, you are really going too far, do you know how many patients I saw yesterday, and do you know how tired I am? I only slept for 5 hours, I'm not you, I'm not a lunatic, I can still be energetic without sleeping, next time..."

He stopped and couldn't help exclaiming: "Oh, my God, he... isn't he dead? I touched it with my own hands. He didn't have a heartbeat. Didn't we confirm his death together, Xia Locke, tell me this is not my hallucination."

Mitchell said leisurely: "Watson, don't pretend, it's too unreal. No matter when I see you, the muscles on your face still don't look like your own at all. Sure enough, you can only do it if you look like you." Be the most honest doctor, you didn't pretend to be a completely different person at all, what a pity, Sherlock, didn't you consider changing your partner, I have many candidates here."

"You don't have to worry about it." Sherlock passed them and lay comfortably on his chair, "Come on, my friend, explain to my good doctor yourself why you miraculously came back to life Yes, when the time is right, this will become the unjust case of the century, let him record the tricks. Even if you don’t tell me, he will press me. Without my columnist, I feel at a loss.”