[Comprehensive British and American] The world painting style is not right

Carol hurriedly asked, "What about her husband?"

"He still lives here." The leader finally gave an important message, and then shook his head slightly, "However, his condition is not very good."

"Can you take us to see him?" Carol asked, even if she knew that the person was in poor health, she might not get the answer she wanted at all, but no matter how small the hope was, she still had to catch it.

"Yes." The leader nodded. He recalled the tragedy that year. In fact, the lady had probably died.He couldn't bear to tell this girl the truth, and the only thing he could do now was to take her to meet that person.

"Come with me." The leader looked at Carol and Sherlock, his expression became a little dignified.He turned and left the palace hall, and they quickly followed.

Behind the palace is a beautifully manicured jungle, and they walked along the stone road to the depths of the jungle.The further you go in, the quieter you will be, until you only hear the sound of the wind and the chirping of birds.

There are scattered leaves on the road, and no one has cleaned them for a long time.There is a cabin hidden in the depths of the jungle, which looks extremely mysterious.

"He lives there." The leader stopped suddenly, pointed to the hut, his footsteps were stagnant, and he seemed hesitant, "He locked himself up for a long time."

"Thank you for bringing us here." Carol smiled very understandingly. She could see that the leader had something to hide, and she didn't want to embarrass him. "We will walk the rest of the way by ourselves."

After thinking for a while, the leader reminded, "He's not in a good temper right now. I think he might break down if he sees your face. You have to be mentally prepared."

Carol nodded, said goodbye to the leader, and then pulled Sherlock towards the cabin.She was getting closer and closer to the truth, but at this moment she was not as nervous as before.After all, even if it was all in vain, apart from being disappointed for a while, she didn't lose anything.

Originally, he only knew himself as an orphan, so how bad could it be?Carol smiled and put her hand on the wooden door.

"Are you ready? Carol Ann." Sherlock's familiar voice sounded.Carol turned her head and glanced at Sherlock, no matter how unfamiliar the environment was, he was always by her side.Thinking of this, she also felt that loneliness was nothing to be afraid of.

Sherlock and Carol looked at each other. He knocked lightly on the door first. After knocking for a long time, he heard the voice from inside, "Who is it?"

After getting a response, Sherlock pushed the door in.They had asked the leader before that the doors here were never locked, and there would be no thieves or visitors, because no one wanted to see a person who was depressed all day long.

The furnishings in the house are very simple, only a bed against the wall and a small table.On the table was a heavy notebook, which looked worn and yellowed due to frequent flipping.There were some things placed in a mess on the ground.

The middle-aged man was sitting on the bed with his back to them. It was strange that his hair was combed meticulously, and he was actually wearing a formal suit.He kept looking out the window, as if waiting for something.

"Hello." Carol said softly, breaking the silence of the room.

"Who are you?" the man asked.Although he turned his back to them, he could tell from the footsteps that they were a man and a woman, "Why do you bother me?"

"I..." Carol thought about a lot of questions on the way here, but now her mind is blank and she can't think of anything.She hadn't dealt with such a situation before, so she didn't know where to start.

Sherlock shook his head at Carol, put his finger on his lips, and signaled her not to speak yet.He glanced at the middle-aged man's back and asked, "Are you planning to commit suicide?"

The man's back froze suddenly, "How do you know?"

"A person who lives in seclusion, never sees guests, and has no friends." Sherlock's voice was calm. "This room is not cleaned often, which means that you have long since lost concern for the surrounding affairs."

"But why did you choose to wear a formal suit today, and even polished your leather shoes spotlessly?" Sherlock continued to explain, "It means that you have someone you want to meet. May I take the liberty to ask, today should be Madam Ling's memorial day."

The middle-aged man sighed, "You are right, she has been away for 18 years."

Sherlock finally picked up the man's words, "If you really commit suicide today, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

He was stunned for a few seconds, and laughed at himself, "There is no hope for my life."

"Then turn around and take a look."

Maybe it was because Sherlock's words were so bewitching that the man really turned half his body and looked at them.His complexion was sallow, and his dim eyes suddenly lit up the moment he saw Carol, "Elizabeth?"

"No..." He began to deny himself again, "You are not Elizabeth."

"Her name is Elizabeth, isn't it?" Carol said the name tenderly.

"Who are you?" The man frowned, wondering.

"Her name is Carol, and she was picked up by the director of an orphanage in the forest in southern Wales." Sherlock said slowly, "This year is just right."

"You..." The man was extremely shocked, the southern forest in Wales?It happened to coincide with the place where the tragedy happened in his memory.This girl's age also happened to match, and her face that even he almost misidentified... Are there so many coincidences in the world?

"She is your daughter, Mr. Richard Wilson." Sherlock had already learned his full name from the leader.

"But, my daughter was at that time..." Richard still couldn't believe it.

"Do you think she was killed by a half-orc?" Sherlock seemed to ask a question, but in an affirmative tone.He looked at the surprised Carol, and put his hands on her shoulders to reassure her, "Although I checked the events of the year before, I only really confirmed it today."

Seeing Carol nodding, Sherlock continued to explain, "A group of half-orcs appeared in the forest in southern Wales 18 years ago, and they killed many people. But our world knows nothing about Middle-earth. The matter was suppressed by the government, and no relevant reports could be found.”

"At that time, your mother must have had some reason to take you back to our world, but met a half-orc." Sherlock saw that Carol's mood was depressed, and her voice slowed down, "Why did she Traveling all the way to England with a baby?"

"I guess, it's probably because you can't live in the territory of the wolf clan." Sherlock said without thinking, "There is only one reason left, and that is that you don't have any werewolf characteristics on your body."

"Werewolves in Middle-earth have signs of being werewolves from birth, but you..." Sherlock sighed softly, "A half-breed does not necessarily become a werewolf."

Carol finally spoke, "Then my mother..."

"She's a wizard." Richard lowered his eyes, trembling a little, looking sad.

"This brings up another question, why did you escape the orc's attack?" Sherlock added, "Your mother made a protective shield out of herself before she died, so you will be safe and sound."

Carol's tears fell suddenly, and the memory of a person's infancy is not clear.But Sherlock's words made her immersed in the scene at that time. In fact, they never abandoned her, and her mother used her life to protect her.

Sherlock gently pulled Carol's body, and her head was buried on Sherlock's chest.Carol just felt his hand caressing her back, and she wept silently.

"You've done well, Carol Ann," Sherlock said to her again.

When Carol finished crying, she sniffled and wiped tears from her face vigorously, looked up at Sherlock with red eyes, "Thank you, Sherlock."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "I'm tired of hearing it, let's change the word next time."

Carol pursed her lips, "The requirements are quite high."

"Mr. Wilson," Sherlock called out, and Richard, who was immersed in his thoughts, was suddenly startled. Sherlock asked, "Are you still planning to commit suicide now?"

"I..." Richard pursed his lips. He really wanted to come over and hug the daughter he hadn't seen for many years, but he was a little timid. He felt that he had not fulfilled his responsibility to take care of them.

Seeing this, Sherlock turned around and walked out, closing the door gently to give the father and daughter a space to get along.

"Carol." Richard softly called Carol, and the sweet spring flowed out of his dry heart again, and new hope appeared in his seemingly hopeless life.

"When you were first born, you were just a little bit bigger." Richard compared with his hands, and he smiled when he thought of the happy time in the past.

They chatted about some interesting things when they were young, and the sun fell on the small room, and both of them laughed happily.Richard suddenly thought of something, he blinked and asked Carol, "That Sherlock is yours..."

"Neighbor!" Before he could finish speaking, Carol immediately rushed to answer.

"It's just a neighbor." Richard shook his head in disappointment, "Does he like you?"

"How is it possible!" Carol's eyes widened, and she quickly covered her mouth, fearing that Sherlock outside the door would hear it.She lowered her voice, "He won't like me."

"What about you?" Richard asked again, "Do you have a crush on him?"

This question stumped Carol. She actually wanted to say no, but she couldn't utter the word, so she hesitated for a while without opening her mouth.

Richard smiled very understandingly, and he did not continue to embarrass Carol, "Are you going to stay in the wolf clan's territory in the future?"

Carol thought for a while, and said after a few seconds, "I still have to go back to New York to study."

"I understand." Richard nodded and instructed, "Remember to come back to see me when you have time. It's too dangerous to be alone, so bring Sherlock with you."

Carol: ...

After they finished chatting, Richard sent Carol to the door, and Sherlock heard the sound and turned to look over.

"Thank you for helping me take care of Carol." Richard smiled gratefully, and he whispered another word in Sherlock's ear, the voice was too soft for Carol to hear clearly.

When Carol and Sherlock left the jungle, Carol asked curiously, "What did he say to you just now?"

"He asked me to escort you back to New York." Sherlock smiled, "Do you believe it?"

Carol narrowed her eyes and shook her head desperately.

"What he just said was actually..." Sherlock deliberately paused for a few seconds, "He said you have a crush on me..."