[comprehensive] villain friend

Dolores Must Die【Ⅱ】

Congratulations, you've called the number to hell.

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Long ago, Dolores heard someone say, "Don't make decisions lightly at night."

She has not been able to understand the meaning of this sentence until now.

She dialed the number and stated her thoughts calmly. The person who answered the phone was an Englishman, and she could hear his casual tone.

"...I've heard from others that you make people see hope by making them more hopeless?" Dolores heard her own voice.

The other party was silent for a moment: "That's right. Why, are you interested in this?"

"...I don't know, but I thought maybe I should try."

"Oh——" the other party said inexplicably, "then we will have a very pleasant cooperation. Do you want to know more about our business?"

"No, I'm not interested in it," said Dolores, weary, "but I thought it would be a dangerous activity."

"I don't want to deceive you, ma'am." There was a low voice in the other party's voice, "Our great research may lead to a certain probability of death—"

Dolores laughed. "Death? Sounds like a good—"

"—Believe me, I look forward to this more than you do."

……

What are they saying?

Dolores rubbed her forehead.

——"Don't make decisions lightly at night."

But it's a little late.

Everything is fast.Before she came and regained her senses, it seemed that the dust had already settled.

It may not be believed, but when Dolores hung up the phone, she suddenly felt a palpitation.This feeling came too suddenly, she suddenly realized that she seemed to have made some irreversible decision in this dull and slightly drunk night.However, this feeling disappeared in a flash. She suppressed the feeling in her heart and regarded it as an illusion.

Dolores leaned her head back on the sofa and let out a slow breath. Q is beside her, surrounded by invisible dust, floating in the air, subtle but distinct under the warm yellow light.

She stretched out her hand, which was dyed the same warm color, and the blue-purple blood vessels in the transparent part could be faintly seen.After so long, she finally returned to a familiar place, but she suddenly felt strange, as if everything in front of her was an illusion.

Next to him, Q tilts his head, watching Dolores with glowing blue eyes.She then also turned her face away and lowered her head to stare at it.It's boring, she knows, Q is always a passive response, you can't expect any response from it.However, a ray of red light shone slightly.

Dolores frowned. She sat up, held Q's head in her hands, and turned it up and down.

Q moved his arms in vain, and his posture actually seemed to be a little struggling.Dolores smiled and let go, and Q turned his head around himself, continuing to look at her.

She opened the storage space on Q's body, and the remote control at home was neatly placed inside. Dolores remembered that the last time she didn't turn on the air conditioner for Aphra because the remote control was on Q's body—she put All the remote controls were taken out, and the string of bodhi bracelets lay in the middle, silently reflected in her eyes.

"..."

Dolores thought she almost forgot about the bracelet.

She took out the string and fiddled with it casually. It lay quietly in the palm of her hand without any movement.Dolores then stuffed the string into the gap in the sofa.

She looked, but there was nothing on Q that glowed red.

……really weird.

she thinks.

...But, it doesn't matter.

Think about it, not long ago, she planned to take Q to the Stark factory to do an all-round overhaul according to the words of "Mr. Desperate situation... the world is really unpredictable.

Dolores couldn't help a smile.Perhaps it has been suppressed to the extreme, but instead she feels a strange joy and a strange lightness. Looking at this world, where does it not make people feel happy and relaxed?Fate is weird and interesting, life is fickle, how many people chatter about trivial lives, and are bound by the cage they made.

Everyone is looking for themselves in life, and often they all lose themselves completely in the end.

She used to think that she was detached from this, but in fact this is the most ridiculous thing, and she is just a player in the game.

She felt that everyone couldn't see through as if she was living in a dream. In fact, it might be the same. Someone was watching her and secretly mocking that she was living in a virtual world.She was so timid that she didn't even dare to look back, to see who was watching her, who was observing her, who was laughing at her, who was judging her - and behind them, would it be Is there someone else watching all this?

—Look, how fun.

Dolores had a smile on her face, not sure if she was tired or calm.

Who can guarantee that they are living in reality?

Thinking about it this way, those people she laughed at are the smartest. Even if they live in their dreams, they don't feel any pain at all. They keep fighting for their dreams and make their dreams come true. They don't realize that There are still dreams beyond dreams, which may be the wisest choice.

She exhaled slowly.

Her choice may be wrong or right, and until the day the result is settled, she can only live like Schrödinger's cat.But if she doesn't try it, how can she know if her choice is right?

Dolores looked at Q, and she looked into his eyes—if those were his eyes.

She was a little weak and dizzy, but insisted on standing up, stepped on her slippers, closed the window of the living room, and then leaned against the window in a daze, dazed at a loss.

It was a rough night.Alcohol wakes up a lot and explodes in the calm of the night.Maybe it's because everything is making her blood flow fast, and because of this, the memory palace is also spinning rapidly, and she keeps falling into the cave of memories, and before she can grasp one, she immediately falls into another.

Many memories of the past flashed before Dolores' eyes one after another.

Some are when she was very young, she was sitting alone in the pierced space under the elephant slide, watching other children laughing and playing harmoniously; some were when she sat on the hospital bed constantly Cough—most of the time, she was lying in the white ocean, unable to see the boundary anyway; some of it was she lagging behind, watching the Holmes brothers from a distance, watching Sherlock Running all over London to set up his information network; and some of Aphra's happy smile standing in the middle of the crowd——

All she had to do was wait.

Dolores remembered that day when she and Sherlock were sitting in the western restaurant waiting for Mycroft's arrival. Sherlock sat opposite her that night, and finally got tired of explaining something to her in abstruse and incomprehensible words. Something he didn't understand and didn't want to understand at all, he threw away the knife and fork in his hand, and really looked at her.

She never told anyone, but maybe the smart Sherlock Holmes has already discovered that she is afraid of Sherlock, not because he has such a smart mind, nor because he has a pair of eyes that can see through falsehood, but because she knows Sherlock would say what she was afraid of.

So even though she liked Sherlock's character more at first, she still subconsciously approached Mycroft—because he was cold, he would never take the initiative to attack, nor would he tear everything up out of boredom.

But Sherlock is different.

"You're not like us," Sherlock said.

She once thought that she had finally integrated into the "crowd", even though there were only two people in the crowd, but this self-deception was finally exposed completely.

Then Dolores woke up and tried to find herself.She told herself, "I enjoy this kind of loneliness. There is nothing wrong with it." She understood that most of the loneliness when she was a child was forced, but when she really grew up, she did not escape, but fell into the loneliness without hesitation. embrace.

Perhaps as Kafka said, "Extreme loneliness will turn into a longing for loneliness"-so even if she meets Aphra, she will still tell herself-we are not the same kind of people, I have no friends, and I am a partner. Relationships will be better.

She always thought that Sherlock could understand this feeling, not only the condescending arrogance, but also a trace of helplessness that could not be integrated.But Sherlock already has friends, but she is still her.

She kept thinking of a lot of unpleasant memories - those memories were not unpleasant to her at first, she thought she didn't take them into her heart at all, but at this moment the memory palace was completely out of control, and they all rushed Come out and prove her failure.

It was a vicious circle, her mood was getting worse and worse.

She shouldn't think so much, she should go to bed.When she wakes up tomorrow, maybe she will laugh at this moment and moan for nothing.Continue to be satisfied with the existing life.

Dolores glanced across the room——

She stopped.

That is a photo.The woman with black hair and black eyes stood beside the rose bushes and was smiling at the camera. There was a hint of surprise in her expression, and there was an undiluted thoughtful expression in her eyes, with her arms folded and her posture tall and straight.

This is the only photo that person left her.Dolores walked over and stretched out her hand involuntarily, but her fingers stopped at the moment when they were about to touch the surface of the photo.

Her hand dropped.

The brown picture frame was inscribed in unassuming Latin.

"Amicus VERITAS."

"Make the truth your friend."

—Truth is your friend.

Yes.This is what I want, she thought.Make the Truth Your Friend—No Deviation Allowed.

Everything will pass.Dolores stared at the people in the photo.

And tomorrow will be a new day.

The author has something to say: I think there is a little misunderstanding between you and me...

The last chapter mentioned Jianjian because I wrote about Jianjian, and you and I...we are separated...to save the manuscript. _(:з」∠)_