[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

042.

She made a mistake.

She lost her composure.

Sherlock's question is just a sentence without beginning and end, and the listener can let himself make any explanation.It's like a play of the absurd, allowing different people to see what they want to see.

Obvious temptation.

Such a simple but unexpected temptation should not have been successful on Jian Ruo.but……

It's just "originally", that's all.

Sherlock succeeded.

He still kept his original expression, as if the question that triggered Jian Ruo's reaction didn't come from him.He was silent, his gray, penetrating eyes remained silent at this moment, like a pool of water, dangerously calm.

Jian Ruo pursed her lips, but did not speak.She is very calm.

——What should a normal person do at this time?

she asked herself.

—Obviously, relax.Don't rush to explain, and don't rush to clarify, because it will only appear to cover up.What kind of explanation is there for this sentence other than her own "unbelievable" understanding?Oh, Jian Ruo, don't worry, don't panic.It's very simple, imagine yourself as an ordinary person who has no "traversal"——

She raised her eyebrows, and poured herself a glass of water slowly. The steam rushed upwards, and her hands were steamed and ached.

"—Are you saying I'm duplicity? Sherlock?" She smiled slightly, calmly.

"Duplicate?" Sherlock repeated meaningfully.

Jian Ruo's heart trembled, but she didn't show it on her face. She lowered her eyes: "I am not myself. To be honest, this sentence sums it up well. Sherlock, I really admire you for being so insightful into people's hearts—— Isn’t that true of people? In my heart, I’m upright and don’t bow down for the rich and powerful, but on the surface, I see people talking about people and talking about ghosts—after a long time, I become a socialized person.” She looked up at Sherlock, "—every time I look back at myself now, how 'I' fit in with this society! It's not me at all—that's exactly how I feel.”

Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

Before he could speak, Jane Ruo spoke in an aria-like tone: "So you can't imagine how much I admire you, Sherlock! You are the same on the outside and never changed by this world—how amazing it is!"

"..." Sherlock leaned on the sofa, staring at her without any other expression.

——I have made progress!Shunmao doesn't work anymore?

Jian Ruo felt a little unexpected.

She turned her face away as if nothing had happened, and stared at Sherlock innocently: "...? Don't you agree with what I said?...Speaking of which, why did you suddenly ask me such a question?"

Sherlock walked towards her, Jian Ruo was stunned for a moment, picked up the boiled water she had just poured, and put it to her mouth in a concealed manner, the next second she was scalded by the boiling water and couldn't speak, quickly put down the teacup, The face is speechless.

"Charlie Wade, Lowry, and Borut from the family." Sherlock showed a little excitement, "——don't you find something in common between them?"

"What do they have in common? They are all men?" Jian Ruo looked innocent, "Oh, yes, maybe this god has gender, so all he chooses are men-is this considered sex discrimination? "

Sherlock twitched the corners of his mouth, as if controlling himself not to show too much disgust—of course it didn't help at all, he endured it, but he couldn't hold it back: "...you really surprised me, Jane, I thought your My head was just empty, but I didn’t expect it to be full—full of paste.”

"...Speak well, and others will attack you personally." Jian Ruo touched her nose, "——you wouldn't tell me that these people are 'not themselves', right? Wade and Lowry can barely be classified into this category, Isn't Borut just a block bully - how can he be called 'not himself'? Did he also claim to be a god?"

"—Of course he didn't. Can't you think about what God means?"

"Extended meaning? Religious tool? Object of worship?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes: "—Oh, Jane, you have no common sense—how on earth did you live to be so big? All the goldfish in the world know that God represents the supreme leadership, whether it is □□Religious mythology or Christian mythology——In religious mythology all over the world, God is the image of a leader——guiding their believers to the future, Borut just fits the image of this leader, and it is very good, Considering he's still a grown little goldfish—"

"Isn't this a bit far-fetched?" Jian Ruo was a little unbelievable, "—According to what you said, there are too many leaders in the world. Are they all so-called gods?"

"—Obviously far-fetched." Sherlock's eyes flashed with a strange brilliance, "So what else made those lunatics believe that Jerry Borut is the so-called 'god'? It touched their fragile nerves and made them tear up Borut like a shark smelling fish."

--Nine……

The figure of the woman appeared in front of Jian Ruo's eyes, and she was a little dazed: "I think they are very neurotic-this seems a bit dramatic, they are fanatical about their 'god-killing' career, aren't they just like another group of god-worshippers? ?Let's just hypothesize. If Gillian, as a polygraph officer involved in the case in the United States, could subconsciously think of the Lowry case when she saw the Charlie Wade case, then 'God Killer' should be easier Found this out, Nine - that's the woman who kidnapped me, she said she came to England on a special trip, I assume they found Charlie Wade, wanted to continue their 'cleaning', only to find Charlie Wade De is dead, and you solved the case—they lost their mission object, but found Borut by accident—”

Jane Ruo paused for a moment, her expression a little dazed: "Jiu said that she stayed for many days, if she came here specially for Borut, the time would not be too long at all - yes, if their target was Charlie Wei at the beginning Germany, that's right. And Borut... Borut must have something that fits their definition of a "god", so they simply killed their family, out of a cautious and safe mentality , or maybe it’s some kind of secret curiosity—they’re after you and me, that’s why Jiu stayed at that hospital—”

"Good assumption." Sherlock said calmly, "goon."

——goon?No……

Jian Ruo moved back slightly, maybe it was because of the calm night, she seemed to be able to hear the sound of the wind passing through the open window and the glass.The light in the living room dazzled her eyes slightly, she happened to meet her eyes, and felt that her vision was all gray——

Zhuang Zhou's Mengdie, it's hard to tell if it's a dream, but now she's in another world, how can she know if what she's experiencing today is actually a dream?

Why did she in her previous life imagine that she would actually become another person, encountering all kinds of murderers with a genius who had known each other for less than half a year in a completely unfamiliar land——?

She shook her head inexplicably, pressed her forehead with one hand, covered half of her face, and lowered her head——

There seemed to be something strange in her head-this strange thing made her whole body abnormal, she seemed to have a wrong nerve.

Is she crazy?

Only a lunatic would regard everything around him as insane—only a lunatic would think that the whole world is insane.

Maybe she's crazy.Everything is her imagination, whether it's Sherlock, or Nine, or Borut, Wade, and everyone—maybe she didn't time travel at all, maybe in reality she is currently in a mental hospital, wearing Sitting unkempt in an empty room in hospital clothes, muttering to himself, living in his own imagination.

——She lives in her huge imagination.This is not impossible. Didn't those hallucinogenic drugs make her drunk for a time?How can the dead come back to life?

She bent down in pain, as if recalling those ghostly days in the past - it made her want to vomit.

"Hi, Jane—" Sherlock frowned, walked around the table, and stood beside her. He didn't help her, nor did he make any other movements, even a little ruthlessly—observed her carefully, "What's wrong with you - obvious drug withdrawal reaction - you have a history of drug use? No no - this is not right -! What did they inject you with?!" He grabbed Jian Ruo's shoulder and carefully Staring at her slightly slack pupils, "——I should have noticed, oh my god—my tools, my medicine reserves have been used up—Jane——!"

The calmness on his face was finally broken, and Sherlock showed a little anxiety: "Damn!! I have to buy some—"

"No!!!" Jian Ruo grabbed his sleeve tightly, tightly, she grabbed him, resisting the disgusting but familiar feeling, "Don't go, I don't need—— !"

"Jane, you can't..."

"Of course I can!" She pounced forward and hugged Sherlock's thin waist tightly. Sherlock froze and looked at Jian Ruo in disbelief.

She suppressed the urge to vomit, closed her eyes, and held Sherlock tightly without letting go: "——I can hold back..."

——She absolutely cannot fall into it again.Not even death.Those years should have been buried a long time ago, instead of interfering with another part of her life again after such a long time.

must not—

She was a little unbearable, showing a painful expression, and her eyes were a little blurry. For a while, there was Nine's smiling face and her raised red lips, and for a while, there was Charlie Wade's secretive smile, bleeding profusely, and then there were those agitated eyes. Her restless eyes, painful, indifferent, hopeless, dead—

Those pictures were changing rapidly in front of her eyes, but in the end they all disappeared suddenly, revealing a pair of clean hands.

Her fingers twitched nervously, and Jian Ruo almost subconsciously went limp——

Sherlock grabbed her just in time.

Her vision was blurred, and she didn't know if it was because she was facing the dazzling light—under the stimulation of the strong light, tears had flowed down at some point.

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