[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

What does death feel like?

Sierra sat on the chair, her eyes gradually became distant.

On the glass reflecting her reflection, she vaguely saw the reincarnation of the past, the most authentic appearance of the peaceful or tragic death that has been mentioned countless times in poetry.

She saw it.In that era full of magic and power changes, the woman with beautiful blue eyes was pale and cold. She was the powerful ruler of the European magic world. Fear and the shadow of death spread to every corner.She trampled the saint's iron hooves all over the continent, and won the highest level of awe from wizards and Muggles. Her name represented the glory soaked in blood.In the end, even with the blessing of magic, she still did not gain eternal life. Her organs failed and she struggled on the empty bed.Because she didn't trust anyone, no one around her could hear her dying cries of pain. She died in extreme pain and alone, and her body was only found three days later.

She saw it.In the remote land of Central Continent, she personally bid farewell to the Elf King who had been with her for hundreds of years. She witnessed his people leaving their homeland one by one for the God-Blessed Land in the west. She bid farewell to their only blood, standing in the gray harbor In the setting sun, silently staring at the green leaves stepping on the sailboat that never turns back.She finally fulfilled her promise to that person, and the last ties with this world have dissipated, and a hundred years later, the most powerful Dark Lord in recorded history rose in this continent, devouring all light, land, vitality and hope.Eventually, with unquenchable greed, it devours itself too.

She saw it.In the fierce war between mutants and humans that lasted for decades, the woman who personally ignited the fuse and sent the mutant serum into the hands of humans fulfilled her original wish. She saw the fear and screamed , blood and endless smoke.Her purpose of living has been achieved. In the end, she chose to integrate with the world, turning into endless energy, watching the world forever.

She saw it.The demigod who controls the sea and the wind, the greatest and cruelest ruler in the history of the Vanir Protoss, she conquered the Nine Realms one by one with the fear of words and powerful witchcraft. The Asa protoss who had humiliated her were slaughtered, and the ancient land where she walked was swallowed by the sea.Until a hundred years later, Odin, who was exiled into the abyss of the universe, returned with the Celestials, trying to stop this witch who had devastated the lives of the Nine Realms.The war lasted for nearly a thousand years, and finally, after more than half of the Vanir Protoss died, and the witch and Odin died together, the Nine Realms ushered in the final peace.In the blood and smoke, hope was born.

She saw it.Under the gloomy night sky of Gotham City, the famed queen of the crime world stepped on the gray area of ​​black and white all her life, dealing with the dark knight and her inner desires, and finally she successfully defeated Batman and The former emperor of the criminal world has become the unique ruler of Gotham's underground, taking this ancient city into his arms.She was the longest-lived criminal until she was 60 years old. In her later years, due to numerous early experiments, her body function collapsed and she died of various complications. However, the shadow and fear she left shrouded her brother for a long time. The heads of the Tan City police and people did not dissipate until a hundred years later.

— "You have experienced so much death. What has it been like to you?"

The woman in white standing by the glass window exhaled lightly on the glass, through the mist, she stared at the pensive person on the chair, her voice was as soft as a ghost.

"What did you see, Sierra?"

What am I seeing?

Darkness, blood, fear, occupation, decay, fireworks, hunger, nothingness, and... death.

She has endured so many deaths, seen through most of the secrets in the world, met people that many people will never see in their lifetime, and walked a road that is almost invisible... And now, she is still alive .

Like an eternal curse.

"What does death look like?"

Sera raised her head slowly, fixed her eyes on the woman in white, and after a long silence, she suddenly smiled.

"I don't know." Her voice was very soft and quiet, like two ghosts whispering in whispers, revealing the secrets that belonged to the dead alone, which would turn the world upside down once known to the living——

"I don't know what it's like to die, because—"

She smiled and said every word, passing through the clouds and fog, as if she could see the light of the sky.

"I, never really died."

wow——

All the scenes in front of me suddenly seemed to blow away the mist like an east wind, and the truth was suddenly exposed in front of our eyes——

It was still that empty and airtight room, with lime-cold walls, monotonous tables and chairs, and the transparent glass in front of it.But the difference is that there is no woman in white clothes standing beside the glass. The person she originally wanted to meet is sitting on the same chair at the moment, staring at her through the glass with a calm expression.

It seemed that everything she saw just now was just a dream full of black, white and gray tones.Silently funny.

Sera looked up at the corner of the ceiling.The camera there was still flashing red.

She was right.All of this is just a dream.

Man-made illusion.Sophisticated and sophisticated.

Sera stood up slowly, walked to the glass window, stretched out her palm to press it, and exhaled lightly.

"Excellent attempt," she said, "almost... almost, I was about to tell the truth."

"—Mycroft Holmes."

She looked at the camera and smiled, looking very kind and gentle.

She knew that the person who created this illusion was behind the camera at this moment, and that fat squirrel-like face must have shown a look of extreme astonishment, watching her, watching this failed attempt.

She tapped her forehead, and there was a faint throbbing pain left there. Ordinary people are likely to ignore the strangeness coming from the body when facing such a closed scene.And she almost missed this detail the first moment she opened her eyes.

Fortunately, a bigger flaw appeared later, which allowed her to wake up from those memories, recall all the strange places before, peel off the cocoons, and then understand everything.

As Mycroft said, he wanted her to have a face-to-face conversation with Orlos, because he knew that Orlos could exercise mind control over the talker to a certain extent, and those who were not strong-willed could easily fall for it. trick.What he didn't tell her was that "talking" hadn't been his real means from the start, it was just a very misleading term.The real trap had already been laid long before.

Before coming to this prison, she had somehow been injected with a new type of guiding drug, which is completely harmless to ordinary people, but it will produce some kind of strange effect in a specific environment, And the more complicated the mind, the more obvious the effect.From the beginning to the end, Olos, who was sitting opposite the glass, didn't say a word—because she was still under Mycroft's control, she just moved her lips following her brother's instructions.She never had any conversation with Serra at all, and even if she wanted to, she couldn't—

The glass between them is not ordinary, it is strengthened glass for sound insulation.Exclusive treatment for special prisoners.

Everything Sera thought Olos had said was just what she subconsciously wanted the other party to say.What Olos asked was nothing more than the unanswered puzzles left in her heart.It is impossible for them to know her past and present lives, and it is impossible to know how many deaths she has experienced-because she has never really died.

And this is the biggest flaw in this exquisite layout——

organ failure.self-devouring.Melt into the world.perish together.End of life... These are just the ways of death that Sierra can predict.But the fact is: she didn't survive to death at all, and she had already left those places.

What a sophisticated and ingenious layout... If she had really experienced this, she might have completely sunk into those illusions at this moment, defeated by fear and desire, and frankly admitted all her crimes.

Still, thanks for everything they have put their minds into designing.Because of the reincarnation left in her mind, each life is a precious memory, and everyone she has experienced makes her stronger.

Sierra touched the glass with both hands, then raised her head, stared at the camera, smiling calmly.

"Tell me, I guessed right, Mr. Holmes." She said softly, "Otherwise, if I guessed wrong, if everything just now was real and not a hallucination brought about by drugs...then let her speak and talk to you." Let me talk."

If she can really hear Olos' voice, maybe she can still think that the other party does have a shocking reasoning ability that even transcends time and space, and can gain insight into her past and future.If this is the case, then even if she falls into the trap and confesses her guilt here, her skills are inferior to others, and she is willing to do so.

"Ask me a question, Olos," she smiled. "If I could hear you, whatever the question... I would answer."

Oulos looked into her eyes, and after a long time, she suddenly smiled.

She said something.But no sound came out.But Sera understood what she said in an instant.

She paused slightly.

Finally, the door behind her opened.Standing at the door, Mycroft Holmes, who was wearing an elegant and classical three-piece suit, leaned on his black umbrella that never left his body, looked at her with a slightly strange look, pondered for a moment, and then suddenly spoke.

"WHOARE YOU?" he asked.

Sierra smiled.

"You don't know anything, Mycroft," she said. "Unfortunately, I won't tell you anything."

In the face of tricky cases and cold science, a gnostic like Sherlock Holmes may always be confident.But when faced with complex emotions and profound human nature, everyone may have to accept the question of "You know nothing".

But now, the effect of the potion has completely passed, and Sera is fully awake.

Facing Mycroft's narrowed eyes, Sera smiled softly.

"It's a pity that you will never be able to wait for the day when the truth is revealed. Even if you exhaust all your imaginations, you will not get the real answer—and it will become the biggest unsolved case in Sherlock Holmes' history. Remember the fact—I, did something no one else could—”

"I beat you. All Holmes."

Even if they all knew she was the murderer, so what?As long as that most crucial point is missing, the truth of the murder will be buried forever.

"Do you know why time is not important to me?" Sera asked softly, "Do you know why I am far from the IQ of Sherlock Holmes, but I can win this game?"

"Because, I have nothing to lose, Mycroft." She smiled. "And you, Orlos, Sherlock...you have too many things to worry about. Therefore, you are afraid of the death of any one of you." .”

And death, to her, is just an ending term.

Facing everyone's gaze, Sera slowly raised her hands, and asked Mycroft sincerely, "Then, will you lock me up in Sherringford too, Mr. Holmes?"

—Of course not.The humanoid British government rarely gritted its teeth secretly in its heart - the guy Sherlock had already hinted so clearly.She will never treat Sera like Olos, because she is not a Sherlock Holmes, she will not have other scruples and love for her loved ones.Once he locks this murderer here, once she survives, with her coldness and cunning, she will become another colder, fiercer, and devastating east wind just as Sherlock Holmes predicted. .

What's more, she was the one his worthless brother cared about—damn it, why did Sherlock attract such terrifying and dangerous elements? !Can't he honestly solve individual cases and enjoy fame and applause? !Does he have to force himself to make this last choice? !

One or two are worry-free goods!

Mycroft sighed inwardly, but there was an obvious smirk on his face.

"Shut up here? No—of course not, why would you think so, Miss Jones, you're a 'big celebrity'," Mycroft said with a half-smile, and his gestures were extremely polite, "Since you 'innocent', then we have no reason to keep you here—"

He gestured, "Please, Miss Jones. The helicopter's out there, and I suppose you're smart enough to know where you're going, don't you?"

"All too well, Mr. Holmes," she said.

……

United Kingdom, private airport, evening.

Sierra stood by the grass, staring at the empty passages around her in a daze.She didn't turn her head until the familiar footsteps came from behind her, but when the footsteps stopped less than one meter behind her, she suddenly smiled and spoke softly.

"It's a pity, Sherlock," she said, with a sigh in her voice, "I thought we'd have a very happy life together."

The visitor in a long black coat walked slowly to her side, then turned his head, looked at her side face reflected by the afterglow of the setting sun, and fell silent for a while.

"Who did you love? Where? When?"

His first sentence was so questionable.It seems that he is really obsessed with this problem.

Serra turned her head and smiled, "Does it matter?"

"It's not important." He replied, then paused, and asked the crucial sentence from the beginning——

"who are you?"

She blinked, "Sera."

Sherlock, "Selah what?"

"Only Serra."

Only Serra - it was the second time Sherlock had heard that answer.But when she said this sentence for the second time, he suddenly seemed to understand something, and his gaze changed slightly.

He believed that at this moment, this parting time, she would not lie to him.If she was really just Serra, not Serra Jones... then everything would be perfectly explained.

It's just a pity that he still can't regard this as a confession of guilt. Even if she has admitted her crime in another way, he can't bring her to court with conclusive evidence.

—Norwegian forest cat hair in a hotel room, which turned out to be left by a cleaner.Of the two stabs on the body of the deceased, Jones stabbed the first one, and the fatal one came from her, in order to cover up the technique and wipe away the traces.All the clues that appeared on her were created by herself, and her grasp of people's hearts was so exquisite that it made him completely misled when he saw it for the first time.Even after he deduced the judgment about the murderer's height and weight, he later remembered that it was completely in line with Sera's size.As for Lefty's guess, his reasoning is also completely correct.

In fact, she hinted at Sherlock's identity from the very beginning - the misjudged apartment suicide case.Elder brother and younger brother ingeniously swapped identities.Broken molars are the most crucial clue linking the two.And her sentence: The real murderer got everyone's help, left calmly, left with a full load, and disappeared without a trace.

He could have stopped it all.It's a pity that her rank is even better.

And this will become the most exciting play within a play in her acting career.

But unlike before, he was able to understand Sera's behavior - after all, the dead male number one was not a good person.In his capacity, he can easily buy contacts to escape punishment, and then continue to harm those young women in their prime.There is no doubt that she should be tried for breaking the law, but from another perspective, if the law cannot sanction someone like the male number one, and she does not want to become the plaything of the other party, it is reasonable to do it when she can't bear it .

Law and human feelings are always topics that cannot be clearly distinguished.

Sherlock lowered his head, gazed into Sera's eyes, and asked, "When are you leaving?"

She raised her eyebrows slightly.Both of them knew that what he asked was not the time of departure of the private jet, but another unspeakable question.

So she replied: "When the time comes... Sherlock, I, and the answers to all my questions will disappear together."

And you, Sherlock Holmes, the information detective who never gives up and is always curious about the truth, if you want to know the answers to those riddles, come to me—I know, you will.

—she was tempting him to come back to her.Sherlock knew this well.

He thought for a moment, and then spoke quickly, so simple and direct that it was difficult for ordinary people to accept.

"You know that Mycroft won't really let you go just like that." Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly, "He sent you out of England, on the surface, 'in order to save the entire British people from the persecution of Sierra Jones'—by the way That's the exact wording - but I think you're well aware that he's not going to let go of his surveillance of you, from the moment you step on the plane until you stop breathing."

Sera smiled slightly, her emerald green eyes were as deep as the sea in the setting sun.

"That doesn't matter, Sherlock," she said, "my holidays are coming to an end...and I just know that there will be a lot of things that I will have to do myself."

About the fact that "Sera" awakened earlier than she and the snake expected.About what it really understands about the word "vacation".

The attendant of the private jet waved to her at the door, she nodded, then looked at Sherlock, took a step forward, and at the moment when the curly-haired detective's eyes moved slightly, she stretched out her hand and hugged him gently and very politely. She smiled at him and whispered in his ear.

"To the best of times, Sherlock Holmes."

——Thank you for bringing me the unbearable excitement and fun in this world.

Sherlock didn't move, didn't hug her back, didn't refuse the hug.It wasn't until Sierra let go that he lowered his head, stared at her with those strange and recognizable eyes, and said, "So, androphobia is also fake?"

After a pause, he frowned slightly, as if he felt curious and somewhat troubled, "About you... what is real?"

Did she ever tell the truth to herself?

Sera paused, a faint smile appeared in her eyes.Childlike persistence for this detective.

"About Sierra Jones . . . not much is true," she replied, "—about me . . . everything."

Then she nodded, showed him a final smile, turned and left without hesitation, and boarded the plane to a foreign country.

Through the narrow window of the private plane, she saw the curly-haired detective standing motionless and looking at this place, as if he was thinking, and seemed to be silently watching.Watching the only riddle he couldn't fully solve in 35 years.

The waiter came over and said politely, "She asked me to tell you that the captain's problem has been solved, and now you can go anywhere without him knowing, as long as you don't land at the destination you want—she doesn't want to know Where is your destination?"

Sela retracted her eyes and raised her eyebrows slightly upon hearing this.Thinking of the silent words that Holmes called "East Wind" said to her in Sherringford's closed room——

"Justfly."

So that's what she meant.

——The captain was changed, and she was no longer one of Mycroft's people, which also meant that she had a greater possibility of getting rid of the other party's surveillance.very good.As expected of the Goddess of Dongfeng, even if she stays at home in the prison, she can still be so prepared for a rainy day.

Sierra picked up a glass of champagne, toasted, smiled, "To the east wind."

The waiter nodded, "So, Miss Jones, where are we going now?"

Sera glanced at him, took out the memory card in the mobile phone that stored hundreds of text messages with Sherlock Holmes, folded it in half without hesitation and threw it into the wine, then smiled and pointed forward.

"Please," she said, "—Justfly."

……

Sherlock looked at the plane gradually going away, and finally looked back when it turned into an invisible dot in the sky.Subconsciously put his hands in his pockets, and then paused.

He took out his hand, and along the way, took out the note that was put in his pocket at some time.When I opened it, there was a series of irregular numbers on it.

He was slightly taken aback.

Just at this moment, the phone rang, Sherlock looked at the number, it was Watson's call.

He pressed the call button.

"Uh, Sherlock..." The doctor's hesitant voice came from over there, obviously he had learned some news in advance and came here to comfort him, "The engagement is about to be canceled... um... I'm sorry... "

Sherlock glanced at the sky, his tone still calm.

"Excuse me?—no, my friend, there is no need to be sorry," said he, "—our engagement has only just begun."

Then he hung up the phone without hesitation, and the corners of his lips rose slowly.He put the note back into his pocket, took a last look at the blue sky, lowered his eyes, and left here slowly, just like when he came.

……

On the other side of the world, the private plane landed in Tijuana, a border city in the northwest of Mexico. The waiter looked at the slender figure that gradually disappeared at the end of the aisle after getting off the plane, took out his mobile phone, and sent a secret text message to a number——

"To MH

Location: Tijuana, Mexico-US Port"

Then he put away his phone and gave a satisfied smile.

……

On the other side, Mycroft, who received the text message, immediately made a call, but the information he got from there gave him a slight pause. Although it was expected, he was somewhat dignified and helpless.

——Tijuana, Mexico-US port.find her.

Response after 2 minutes: Invalid message.The target has disappeared.

Mycroft looked at the phone, pondered for a while, and chose to send a text message to the least worried person in his contacts.

"Serahad Eurus."

He didn't even know when this woman built a bridge with Dongfeng, and even made a deal of "making Sherlock Holmes feel frustrated because he couldn't solve the case".Although he realized something was wrong in time and replaced the manpower, the woman who was able to hide from the eyes of the Holmes family was obviously not a character to be fooled - she chose a place at random to get off the plane, but mysteriously disappeared in the next 5 minutes , all the nearby cameras couldn't catch her, and the agents stationed couldn't find her—she completely disappeared from Mycroft's sight.

This round, obviously, he failed again.

But he didn't feel much depression, because he knew one thing very well——

"Don't worry," he smiled maturely and gracefully in the face of his subordinate's question.

"Sooner or later—Sherlock Holmes, he will help us find her."

After all, that detective has the keen sense of smell of a hound.More importantly, for those who are interested in him, Sherlock Holmes never gives up halfway.

But that was no longer his greatest concern.

——The east wind is coming.And next, he will have a lot of things to do by himself.

Mycroft lowered his head to look at the screen, and there were many old photos flashing through from time to time, and a line of words on one of them was extremely eye-catching——

"RedBeard." Red Beard.

The author has something to say: the ending connects to the last episode of Shenxia 4.

Notes -

The song that Olos and Sherlock played together at the end of Shenxia 4 is called "Whoyoureallyare", which corresponds to many questions in this article.Olos also said that sentence to Sherlock: You know nothing.

Those who have read Shenxia 4 may be able to find many corresponding stalks in this article.

"Selah what? Only Selah." This question also appeared at the dinner party in JOKER's article. I don't know if anyone still remembers it.

Regarding the problem of left-handedness mentioned in the paradox, Serra can skillfully use both hands to perfectly mislead the profile.

Engagement, e in English, this word also means "dating".Use the same word.

Serahad Eurus. - SHE.

Tomorrow will be a special episode.It will be super sweet to make up for the tiredness you have seen in front of you!