[Comprehensive] Sherlock is going to be kicked by a donkey

It was three o'clock in the middle of the night when Josie woke up from the dream. The suffocating feeling in the dream made her heart beat faster. Panting heavily, she sat up and put her hand on her forehead.

I broke out in a cold sweat.

Josie was in a daze. She turned sideways and reached out to touch the mobile phone on the bedside table. She glanced at the time, then lifted the quilt and got up and turned on the bedside lamp.

It was that feeling again, exactly the same as when I was at the airport.

Josie sat on the edge of the bed. She picked up the coat at the end of the bed and put it on, then calmed down and closed her eyes.

She tried to search for the direction of the source of that feeling in her brain, and Josie could feel it getting closer and closer, as if it was not far away from her, 100 meters, 50 meters, 20 meters, as if in On the street in front of the gate, or next to the cedar just planted in the soil in the front yard of the home... cedar...

"!"

Josie suddenly opened her eyes, before she even had time to put on her slippers, she rushed out of the room and ran downstairs.

She could feel it in the front yard, so close without anyone seeing it.

The stairs in the darkness seemed to have no end, and Josie's steps were messy, and she almost tripped herself.

She had to hurry up, as if she realized that Josie was chasing her, that feeling began to drift away again.

On a December night, the outdoor temperature was below zero, and even a thin layer of ice formed on the glass windows, and the evergreen leaves of the cedar were also stained white. However, Josie had no time to take care of the cold. Wearing only a pair of thick socks, pajamas and a thin coat, he just stood beside the cedar that had just been planted in the soil in the afternoon.

Josie turned on the flashlight function of her mobile phone to shine a light on the cedar tree trunk. On the side of the tree trunk facing the path in the courtyard, words were engraved——

merryxmasmydearjosie.

Merry Christmas, my dear Josie.

A message without any signature was engraved on the trunk. Josie didn't think it would be done by her father Alan, because the engravings were still very fresh, and the bark was scratched off in the trunk which was still full of moisture and fresh green.

Josie stretched out her hand and gently stroked the lettering. All the people she could hear were still asleep, and it was a mystery who made the lettering.

A gust of cold wind with snowflakes blew past, and Josie, who had forgotten the cold, couldn't help but sneezed. She folded her arms and took one last look at the lettering on the tree trunk, then turned and walked into the house.

Josie lay back on the bed and kept her eyes open until dawn. She couldn't fall asleep at all. The feeling lingered in her heart for a long time, faint but clear. She couldn't locate it, but she could feel it.

When the sky was still slightly bright, Josie went down again. This time she put on thick clothes and found Sherlock who had just woken up.

"How is it? Did you see anything?" Josie looked at Sherlock who was squatting in front of the tree trunk, carefully observing the lettering.

"The person who carved the lettering was a woman, with light strength and beautiful handwriting. She was left-handed and used an ordinary carving knife."

"Female?" Josie was a little surprised, "The person who said the engraving wasn't Adam Adrian..." But such a high-profile flaunting style was unexpectedly consistent with Adam Adrian.

"I'm going to check the surveillance video, but it's best not to have any hope. If it was really done by Adam Adrian's men, he would never reveal the stupidity of being caught by the surveillance video."

Facts have proved that what Sherlock said is correct. What is disappointing is that there is really nothing captured in the surveillance video. Josie found a utility knife and crossed out that line of lettering. Unexpectedly, the whole thing is not over yet, and lettering is just the beginning.

Every night after that, Josie would keep having the same dream. In the dream, her subjective consciousness was a girl named Annabelle. The girl had been subjected to countless times of violence in her life of less than 15 years. Some came from parents, some from teachers and classmates, and even some from street gangsters. Every time Josie woke up because of being beaten in her dream, the feeling was so real, it was so real that people would still have trouble after waking up. It's as uncomfortable as suffocation.

The tragic experience of Annabelle in the dream ended on the night of Christmas Eve. Josie dreamed of a young man whose appearance resolved Annabelle's crisis. The young man held out his hand to Annabel in the dream. He gave her a new home and a new life, and gave her a new name, and he asked her to call him Mr. Adrian.

Josie finally woke up the moment Adam Adrian's young face appeared. She sat on the bed panting heavily. After getting off the quilt, he turned and turned on the light on the bedside table.

A beige envelope was placed on the bedside table. Josie was sure she hadn't seen the envelope before she fell asleep, and she was also sure it wasn't a Christmas present from her parents, because the word "athan" on the envelope was also Not in her parents' handwriting.

The texture of the envelope is a bit rough, but there is a faint fragrance.Josie glanced at the time, it was already 01:30 in the middle of the night, she got up from the bed, walked to the window and opened the curtains, the room opposite the window was still lit, Josie picked up her phone and edited a message for Sherlock Short message.

"Is it convenient for me to go find you now?" - jj

Sherlock's text messages were answered quickly.

"Convenient." -sh

After receiving the text message, Josie put on her coat and walked out of the room with the envelope. Before going down the stairs, she glanced at the direction of her parents' room. She didn't know that her daughter would wake up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare, but Josie knew that this was the best way, because if she didn't know, she wouldn't worry, and they shouldn't be involved in these things.

Sherlock left the door for Josie, and he sat in a chair by the porch at the door of the house and waited for her. After Josie came in, he took her up to his room.

"Here," Josie handed over the envelope after Sherlock closed the door, and said in a low voice, "I found this on my bedside table, and I didn't dare to open it..."

After Sherlock took the envelope, he turned on the lamp on the desk, put the envelope under the lamp to observe carefully, and then took out two tool lamps that Josie couldn't name from the drawer, and fiddled with the envelope, waiting until When Sherlock stopped what he was doing, Josie couldn't wait to ask, "How is it?"

"It can be opened, it's just a piece of letter paper inside."

"I thought you had already seen something after looking so carefully." Josie watched as Sherlock took out a paper knife and cut open the envelope.

"I just made sure it was [-] per cent safe and there was no other useful information or evidence left on the envelope."

After all, the letter appeared so strangely that no one even knew who could escape the surveillance of Mycroft and S.H.I.E.L.D. and sneaked into Josie's room to leave the letter.

Sherlock took the letter paper out of the envelope, opened it, and there was only one sentence on it——

happy

God bless you happy and you make me happy.

"It's Adam Adrian," Sherlock said with certainty, putting down the letter. "He's showing love to you."

Josie frowned and looked at the letter paper, "rry...do you mean that Christmas carol?"

Known as the oldest Christmas carol in the world, Josie can sing this song because she used to sing it in church when she was a child. Her mother, Carly, is a devout Catholic. Although Josie is not religious, but When I was a child, I followed Carly to church on Sundays. When I was about eight years old, Josie joined the children's choir of the church and performed this song on Christmas Eve.

That was the only time she sang the song in public.

Josie pulled a chair and sat down, told Sherlock what she had dreamed these days, and then expressed her thoughts, "I have a guess now, about what I have had since I returned to England. Uneasy feelings and reasons for dreaming, I suspect... I suspect that there are people with similar abilities to me, but this is not surprising, I know people whose abilities are similar to mine, and I control the brain activity of others The ability was trained by Professor Xavier for me. The point is that I guess that person's ability may be stronger than mine. She—from the dream and the writing on the tree trunk before, I think it should be a woman—can resist my attack. Mind-reading ability, my ability is ineffective for her, but she can easily create dreams for me, I think she may not be able to control me, so I can only change to a way she can do, which is to create dreams for me. dream, but why did she create such a dream for me..."

"If she is Adam Adrian's obsessive," Sherlock looked at the letter paper lying flat on the table, "this kind of dream is probably because Adam Adrian is trying to brainwash you."

"What do you mean?"

"What kind of feelings does the little girl in your dream have for Adam Adrian in your dream after getting help?"

Josie pondered for a while, then frowned and said, "Grateful, admiring, repaying..."

"Adam Adrian tried to transfer these emotional factors from her to you," Sherlock looked directly into Josie's blank eyes, "I told you, Josie, he's obsessed with you, Knowing everything, he will study you as a hobby, a pleasure, you can make him happy, he can't stop you."

"What a pervert..." Josie cursed in a low voice.

"It's just that I don't understand why he is so obsessed with you. At first I thought it was your ability that he was obsessed with, but now it doesn't seem to be the case. If there is someone around him who is more capable than you as you said If you want to be an outstanding person, he should have empathized with you long ago instead of pestering you. The last time he was in Canada was just an appetizer for you. He is like a male peacock in spring He is also showing you his ability, he is eager to get your attention, he is trying to attract your attention, he has been silent for almost three years, he is afraid that you will forget him, he is reminding you that he has already done it Prepare to come back, his game has officially started, Josie." Sherlock quickly analyzed.

"I don't know, I don't know why he is so obsessed with me, and I don't know what he wants to do?" Josie rubbed her sore temple.

Sherlock approached her, and a deep and pleasant voice sounded in front of Josie, "Josie, is there any secret you haven't told me?"

"I do not have……"

"Or, I have never told anyone in this world that only you know the secret. There must be something about you that attracts him, so he is so interested in you."

Josie was stunned by Sherlock's words, she simply closed her eyes not to see Sherlock's aggressive expression, "I didn't."

"Are you sure?"

No, she's not sure.

But she couldn't say it, not because she didn't want to cooperate with Sherlock to analyze Adam Adrian, but because the meaning of this secret itself surpassed everything, even surpassed the existence of this world. Josie herself didn't know what was going to happen. This was a secret that couldn't be described with the word secret.

"I'm sure." Josie still chose to answer this way.

The room suddenly fell silent, Sherlock still looked straight at Josie who was sitting in front of her, the light from the desk lamp shone on Josie's side face, her face was exhausted from having not slept well for several nights because of the nightmare.

"Open your eyes and look at me, Josie."

"Sherlock, I said I didn't..."

"I'm not asking your last question."

Josie opened her eyes and looked at Sherlock, who said, "Can you still remember the details of the dream?"

"Yes." Josie nodded, and then began to tell Sherlock the dreams she had in the past few days: "Annabelle was often bullied because she had superpowers and behaved differently from others. Her father was an alcoholic. Her mother has a bad temper and often beats her. The classmates in school look down on her, and even the teacher will punish her with violence. She is often harassed by gangsters on the street. This is all I dreamed about, and tonight I dreamed of Adam? Adrian bought her from her parents and brought her back to his home. He asked her to call himself Mr. Adrian and gave her New name...wait...new name..." Josie seemed to have thought of something, and opened her mouth in surprise, "Sherlock, you are right, Adam? Or lose interest in me..."

"He named that girl your name?"

"Artemis, my mother's middle name for me."