Killing Mary Sue [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Just like all the stories of the first silk's successful counterattack: at least in the first 20 years, although Johnson Wilson's life had occasional twists and turns, it has always been upward.

Naughty and smart since he was a child, he was full of curiosity about everything. When he was ten years old, he disassembled all the electrical appliances at home. His parents discovered his unique talent in machinery and tried their best to send him to a famous British institution of higher learning. He has a world-class Loughborough University at the research level.

This would have been an inspirational story about a gifted child, but unfortunately, when Johansen was less than 13 years old, a rift appeared in the relationship between his parents. His mother could no longer bear his father's alcoholism and domestic violence, and filed for divorce angrily. After losing, Johansen was sentenced to the mother.Soon his mother remarried and had a baby son with his stepfather. In this way, Johansen lived a lonely life of "depending on others" in his heart.

The fifteen-year-old Johnson has since become silent, quiet, and rarely smiles.Even though his mother still loves him, the shadow left by his parents' quarrels cannot be shaken off when he was a child. In addition, after the birth of his younger brother, his mother became more and more busy, unable to take care of his eldest son, and ignored his gradually gloomy personality. He grew up to be a nerd who was bullied at school.In high school, Johnson would come home with new scars every day. He felt ashamed and annoyed, so he rejected the care of his mother and stepfather, and locked himself in the attic room for a long time, thinking about moving out from here as an adult. , Live a life that truly belongs to you.

So he studied hard and was successfully admitted to Loughborough University two years later. He majored in the most famous electrical and electronic engineering and became the best student in the class. He was highly valued by the teachers and his personality gradually became clearer. .At this moment, Johansen met Wendy Alcott, an exchange student from the United States on the other side of the ocean. She was a pretty girl with brown hair and green eyes. A large group of boys in the class, including Johnson Wilson.

Crazy love story.As the teacher's "pet", a talented, calm and polite student is very popular with girls even in a university full of talents. Wendy, who happens to come here as an exchange student, has a lot of academic questions to ask. The two saw each other right, and soon began a formal date and exchange, which became a good story for a while.

The sweet end of the love affair came to an end when Wendy found out that she was pregnant. Misfortunes never come singly. Her exchange student time limit has expired and she is about to return to the United States, but she cannot just go back with a big belly and become a single mother at the age of 19—— A pious religious father would have kicked her out of the house!Wendy wanted to get rid of the child, but Johansen, who loved her deeply, organized her. He loved her, and he also loved the unborn child. He understood how lonely and painful a child who lost his father would live.After much thought, Johansen decided to give up his studies—he rejected the internship at Aerospace Systems, dropped out of school for Wendy, followed her across the ocean to the United States, and married Wendy after seeking the consent of her parents. Soon there was a healthy and lovely son, whom they named Albert Wilson.

In this way, Johansen settled down in the United States. His father-in-law found him a job as a welder in a nearby garage. Although the salary was not much, he could barely get by. His life was not rich, but peaceful and fulfilling.

The turning point of everything happened on the day Wendy's father fell ill.A blood vessel in the brain ruptured, and he was sent to the ward in a coma. The doctor diagnosed it as "CVA", which means stroke.The originally not well-to-do middle-class family suffered from such misfortune, and almost emptied their savings to save their father's life.

As a member of the family, Johansen and his wife had to take turns taking care of his father-in-law, working during the day and keeping vigil at night, serving tea and water to the immobile elderly, disposing of waste, and feeding medicine regularly.He was exhausted, missed work several times because of oversleeping, was scolded several times by his boss and almost fired.After this kind of life lasted for about a year, Johansen began to doubt the correctness of his original decision——

Isn't he an excellent student in the eyes of teachers, the most respected and promising one among friends?

If he had not compromised for love at the beginning, but had stayed firmly, then his life would have gradually reached its peak as expected, right?He will become a young and promising elite in the eyes of everyone, a self-made successful person, he will marry a beautiful wife who is well-matched, and have a smart and lovely son—or daughter, twins.Instead of doing a job that is not respected like now, with a salary that can support yourself, you have to endure the boss's eyes during the day, and at night you have to be a cow for the old man who can't control his excretion, even Can't take my son to the amusement park——

Is this the life he deserves?Could it be that he will live like a cow out of breath for the rest of his life?Why, he has such intelligence and talent, but he can only be buried in a small dirty garage, being called around by people, and struggling to live with a meager salary?

This is not the life of Johnson Wilson.He could be better off than he is now - if it wasn't for her.

As soon as this idea popped up, it spread in his mind like a plague.He had quarreled with his wife countless times because of this, and even couldn't help moving his hands once—Wendy was sent to the hospital that night with a bleeding head, seven stitches were stitched on her scalp, and she lay on the bed for three days. fully recovered.The first thing she did after waking up was to apply to the court for a divorce. Even though Johansen pleaded with her and tried to save the marriage, her attitude was still firm-he was just like his father, and there was only zero incidents of domestic violence. She didn't want her son to suffer from it, so even though her heart was full of pain, she didn't look back.

After three months, Johanson Wilson divorced his wife and was evicted from the house.As a last resort, he had no choice but to return to England. However, he had strong self-esteem and was unwilling to accept his mother's relief. With a little savings, he rented a house in a remote place and looked for jobs everywhere.However, he has not graduated from college, has no diploma, and is getting old. Those companies that he had looked down upon when he was young are now rejecting him in turn.As a last resort, Johansen had to find a job as a cleaner in an office building nearby, barely filling his stomach. However, the injustice, anger, gloom, and anger in his heart did not gradually calm down because of time, but grew stronger. Wilder and more exuberant.

He used to be such a talented boy, but now he has fallen to this point - just because of a woman, a worthless love, and an extremely wrong choice.He resented Wendy Alcott, she was so merciless to him, but all the good memories between them were erased because of a irrational move; he resented his mother, she loved and that man The son, but neglected him, made him gradually become distorted in the jealousy of getting what he wanted; he even resented the man who brought misfortune, his father, he planted the seeds of anger, in the soil of his own flesh and blood Take root and sprout and spread wantonly.He resented everything around him, look at their proud ugly faces, so mediocre, so stupid, just because of luck, they can get a good job, a loyal wife, and false respect from others - all that could have belonged to him s things.

Black flames burned in his heart, and his soul howled silently in pain.But no one could hear all this. He wanted to change such a suicide-like day full of torture, but he couldn't change it.Every day he shuttles through the luxurious office buildings full of successful people, watching those young men and women fighting for a seat, they smile enthusiastically at each other, but when they turn around to see him, they look aloof and ugly Posture--they didn't know who he was, or how high-spirited he was when he was young, ten times more than they were.This group of people claim to be smart and play tricks, but they don't know what real smart is. They are like sensational turkeys, dancing funny dances on the table, but they don't know that waiting for them is to become someone else's food.

Johansen secretly observed everyone here, but no one noticed him, this silent existence like a shadow.Until one day he suddenly received a text message, although the content in it was inexplicably attractive to him, not to mention the reminder that the account was transferred to [-] pounds.Johnson read the text message for a long time, and his eyes finally stayed on the last sentence and the signature——

"...Do what you're supposed to do.

——Let the king domburn~

Moriarty"

There is no doubt that this is an invitation only to "smart people".After thinking about it all night, Johansen accepted the invitation.

He started looking for viable targets.Coincidentally, a person ran into his field of vision.

The new female secretary.Very young, brown-haired and green-eyed, smart and full of drive.It was exactly the same as Wendy Alcott back then.

What happened next was a matter of course.

He watched her for a long time, waiting, lurking like a viper hunting in the grass.He watched her smile brightly at everyone around her, including the unremarkable him.He watched her work until late at night before leaving. He watched her cry to the young and promising congressman who looked like she had reappeared 20 years ago, crying about her misfortune. It is such a boring thing to be threatened by local snakes and blackmailed.He watched Angus Doe lend her money out of boring kindness, but because her unbearable heart caused her brother to relapse, he hated iron and steel, and angrily scolded her for being indecisive.He watched the secretary gratefully treat him to dinner, because she had finally made up her mind to send her brother to rehab and it worked.The longer he observed her, the more he felt that she was just like Wendy when she was young, just as intelligent, as cheerful, as... irritatingly decisive and resolute.

Since everything was so coincidental, it was no wonder he was there.

The next thing is a matter of course.Quiet night.The female secretary left alone.Cleaners who never go unnoticed.Unlocked door.Excuse for knocking on the door for cleaning.A crisp blow.Then unexpectedly, the visitor arrives.With an idea, he simply framed her.Set up the scene, take the loot, and everything is perfect.

I just didn't expect that besides Angus Doe, there would be an extra "Joey Adams".And she was the only witness who survived the whole case.

Very smart and cunning woman.Even though he had done enough to be unobtrusive, she still didn't relax at all, with bodyguards guarding her 24 hours a day, he couldn't find the slightest chance.Helpless, he could only continue to lurk, paying attention to her every movement.He thought that this female reporter would expose herself and clarify the suspicion of Angus Doe - but interestingly, she didn't, she even fueled the fire with those inspiring speeches, not only before the trial was issued, but also in public Convinced of the identity of the murderer of the young congressman in his heart, he helped him successfully send him to prison, and then dragged his sister into the water, adding another stroke to his glorious deeds.

From this he noticed Jane Doe, a woman who seemed very difficult to deal with, much more difficult than her brother.

Interestingly, shortly after she was exposed by a female reporter, an unexpected guest called here—the famous Sherlock Holmes!Ha, this off-screen drama just keeps getting more and more interesting and exciting.

He knew the detective had a hand in the case, but Johansen wasn't scared at all. On the contrary, he was rather curious to know if the consulting detective who had solved several mysteries really lived up to his name—especially after the mysterious M. After his husband texted him "Sheiscoming~", Johansen became more and more interested in his abilities.

An idiot like the police couldn't find any flaws at all, and he wanted to see if Sherlock Holmes could find any clues.He even took the pink Walkman with him that night, lest they go home disappointed—a cynical detail never mentioned in the papers, and no one knew it existed.He was wearing headphones, and outsiders looked like he was mopping the floor leisurely while listening to music, but there was no music playing inside. He just took this opportunity to observe the two of them closely, just to see if Sherlock Holmes was really what he knew He is so powerful that he can deduce the truth from trivial details.

And it turns out that he was really smart.At least, not generally smart.

As soon as he noticed someone standing at his door, he knew who it was.He deleted all the text messages, sent the last message, and then sat here, drinking the last bottle of beer in the refrigerator, blowing the evening breeze, and waiting quietly.

They got what they wanted.Did not disappoint myself, even exceeded expectations.

"I could have lived a superior life...if it wasn't for her." Johnson Wilson sat on the sofa and looked out the window, his tone was very flat, and he couldn't hear the hidden resentment and hatred at all.

"I may be a failed husband, father, down-and-out alcoholic, socially useless scum... and no one will notice me like I am."

"But once Sherlock Holmes reveals the truth...everyone will know my name."

Johansen shrugged. "Look, boy. I was once smart, I was praised, I was in my prime, I was in full bloom. But look, what am I now? I live like this, and I die like this." What's the difference?"

He raised his head and swallowed a mouthful of beer, wiped the corners of his mouth, raised his glass towards Sherlock and Jane with a smile, "Since fate has come to humiliate us, we should retaliate tenfold."

"I want my ex-wife, who used to look down on me, a waste in their eyes, to become a demon that makes them sleepless."

"Don't ask 'Why me? Why did I suffer these disasters' - this is the reality of society: Injustice. To you, to me, all of us - injustice is the answer to everything."

He didn't kill out of purpose—maybe a little bit—it was just that someone gave him such an opportunity, and he just followed his heart's desire and did what was in line with his nature.The secretary was unlucky, so she died; the reporter stepped in to take something that didn't belong to her, so she would pay for it; Sherlock Holmes was smarter than him, so he got caught.This is a very normal thing, isn't it?

"But don't be too complacent, kid." Johansen showed a meaningful smile, "I believe that you must have seen someone like me before, haven't you?"

Sherlock Holmes stared.

He was right.Indeed, before this, there was also such an obscure murderer like a shadow, a taxi driver from an unnoticed professional group.

Then, now another cleaner.

"There are countless people like me."—that's what the driver told him.It seems that he is right, he is just the beginning.

"Thank you, miss." Seeing him thinking, Johansen turned his eyes to Jane, and his eyes could even be called gentle, "I didn't hear anything on the way here. The sound of wrestling seems to become clearer after walking in the dark for a long time, isn't it?"

Jane didn't answer, the gun in her hand was held very steady, her gaze remained motionless.

Johnson laughed, "It seems that he not only underestimated Sherlock Holmes, but also underestimated you... Angus Doe should really be thankful that he has a good sister, otherwise..."

Jane narrowed her eyes for a moment.

"No." When the two of them were tense, the consulting detective on the side suddenly spoke, and he looked at Johnson Wilson on the single sofa.

"A loser who planned a failed murder and thought he had hidden it from the eyes of a group of goldfish." Sherlock tilted his head, "but the fact is that no one will remember him, a strange, meaningless , an ordinary name that lacks a sense of ritual. They will only blame the instigator of this farce——

Joey Adams. "

Johnson Wilson smiled.

Sherlock continued to speak at a very fast speed, "They will attack her mercilessly like they attacked the lady next to me before, even more forcefully than last time, just like venting themselves for finding the wrong target shame and anger."

After all, Joey Adams slapped every media mob in the face like a slap in the face, and that scar will forever be etched on the face of everyone who has ever spoken and written about an innocent person, leaving them irritated, ashamed, and sitting on their knees Uneasy.

The request made by Johnson Wilson seems to be for others at all, but it is not beneficial to himself.What is his purpose?

"You're lying." Sherlock stared at his face, with a firm tone, "You will only humiliate Joey Adams severely. Your fame is just a side effect, and there is nothing else."

"Really? Is that so?" Johnson Wilson laughed.

"But because of me, Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

"——this kingdom will be burned blazingly."

The people have not only lost their trust in politicians and the government, but they will also lose their trust in the media and anyone with public influence—they don’t know what to believe. From now on, there will be an extra doubt in anyone's heart, and this doubt is enough to make a country turn upside down.

This is the ultimate goal of that mysterious person.Only when there is chaos can a "hero" be created.

His life will also become meaningful from now on.

"You are wrong." Sherlock Holmes was undisturbed, his voice still low and determined. "We will indeed have you and what you have done in the newspapers as promised-but you are wrong, Johnson Wilson. — because we have caught the murderer, and everything will come to light.”

"And soon, you will be forgotten, just like the murderers I caught before. In the end, all your existence will only become a name."

He will indeed cause a burst of public opinion, but in the end his "limelight" will be overshadowed by another person.He underestimated one of the peculiarities of the human race: forgetfulness.All hearsay that has nothing to do with them will eventually be forgotten by them.

Hearing his words, the smile on Johnson Wilson's face deepened.

"Really? Sherlock Holmes?" He asked softly, "Then what if... in the end, you can't catch the murderer?"

"What if he doesn't exist at all?"

Sherlock's eyes narrowed.

At this moment, when neither of them could react, Johnson Wilson suddenly jumped up, and jumped out of the open window with a gun in hand!

Sherlock's complexion changed. He just thought that this is the third floor where more than half of the chances of falling will not kill him. Then he thought of the gun. He rushed to the window without any consideration. Just as he looked down, he heard a loud bang, and then Return to silence.

Jane thought that Johansen would shoot Sherlock or commit suicide, and was ready to stop him before he made a move, but she didn't expect him to jump downstairs so decisively.He must have guessed her thoughts before making such a choice, leaving no room for maneuver.

Even if he can't fall to his death, he still has a little strength, and he can pull the trigger to complete the fatal shot.

Everything happened so suddenly, unexpectedly, so fast that it was hard to guard against.

Jane put down the gun, walked slowly to the window, glanced down, and was silent for a moment.

"That is to say... we made a trip in vain?"

Wilson committed suicide, and the murderer was gone, which meant that they lost the most important witness.

She frowned, feeling that she was one step away from reversing the case.

Sherlock Holmes glanced at her.

"Of course not," he said, very calmly.

Jane cast an inquiring look.

Sherlock reached into his pocket and pulled out an unexpected surprise——

A voice recorder.

Jane couldn't help laughing, this guy is really good at creating scares, every moment with him is thrilling and exciting, and there are wonderful twists and turns everywhere, making it hard to guard against.

"You know that this alone cannot be used as conclusive evidence to reverse the case, right? What's more, the person involved is dead and the source of the recording cannot be confirmed."

Sherlock looked at her like a goldfish, "We have another certification."

Jane reacted immediately and raised her eyebrows, "But she won't admit it."

Sherlock, "That depends on how we 'convince' her."

This is not the end.There must be other masterminds behind Johnson Wilson.Moriarty.And the mysterious "Dongfeng".They set a trap for him, and he will walk into the trap himself, like a hooked fish.Only in this way can the snake be lured out of the hole.

He stared at Jane unblinkingly with those unique eyes, and said very naturally, "Anyway, your reputation is already stinky enough, it doesn't matter if it is a little bit more stinky, right?"

simple,"……"

……

After negotiating with Moriarty, Joey Adams walked home with great excitement.

Behind a garden at the corner, my villa is 50 meters ahead. I am about to get home. After a tiring day, I can finally sleep well. Joey couldn’t help speeding up his pace. .

A red dot landed on her chest.

Joey stared at the so familiar red dot, his blood began to cool down slowly.She couldn't take a step forward as if she was frozen in place, and her breathing stopped.

But at this moment her mobile phone rang, and the cheerful ringtone pierced her eardrums like a lullaby. She couldn't help but tremble all over. Under the threat of that point, she tremblingly took out the mobile phone from her pocket, and the It shows an unknown number.Joey stared at it for a few seconds. Finally, he took a deep breath, pressed the call button, and tremblingly put the phone to his ear.

A strange female voice came from there, low and clear, but seemed to be holding some kind of imperceptible smile, and spoke softly to her——

"MISSME?"

The author has something to say: My biggest emotion after watching the Four Seasons of Shenxia——

The world of smart people is really hard to understand-,-