[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

063.

Hannibal pulled up the gentle velvet curtains printed with classical patterns, the intoxicating sunlight that is typical of Mediterranean countries was covered outside the window, and the blue waves rushed onto the beach one after another, reminiscent of the distant America, The chant of the wind blowing through the layers of tall trees.

His eyes were dim, and he turned to face the melancholy "guest" with black hair and dark eyes.

"You'll keep it secret for me, won't you?" She stared at Hannibal, her eyes seemed bottomless, "——I don't want to worry my guardian."

"Of course, this is the professionalism of a psychiatrist." He nodded slightly. The apartment he temporarily settled in was not spacious, and the studio was even more narrow - there were complicated European patterns on the walls, Some engraved portraits made of copper, miniature versions of small classic sculptures, and some mythical figures painted on the dome-these are all masterpieces of the landlord, perhaps because this country has always pursued beauty-even the rented houses are decorated to the utmost of perfection.

At this point, the patterns bothered Dr. Hannibal a little - they distracted his guest's attention from the gaudy things.

"My memory is a little wrong." She changed her posture, looking a little distressed, "——I have always had a memory that doesn't belong to me——another girl."

Hannibal raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

"But it's not a split personality, I'm sure—this memory was there when I was very young, it shouldn't be there—but it's there, and I think of it as my past life."

"China's past life and present life theory?" Hannibal said slowly.

The other party glanced at Hannibal in some surprise: "Oh—you actually know this—that would be much more convenient. Yes, I think I might have forgotten to drink a bowl of Mengpo soup when I passed by Huangquan— — This is a good thing, you know, an orphan like me, who has no father or mother, always urgently needs to grow up and understand this society... My dear past life, her memory can always give me enough experience." She looked a little nonchalant, "but now things have changed - she has gradually been separated from me - I mean, we are not the same person anymore. Her ideas are contrary to mine - which makes me Very distressed."

"You want to clear those 'previous lives' memories?" Hannibal became more and more interested, and he stared at Jian Ruo without blinking.

"Erase?" She glanced at Hannibal in surprise, "—why do you want to erase? That memory belongs to me—dear doctor, you don't know, for a person like me, a thing that belongs to me completely How rare things are—because of this, I tried my best to bypass my controlling guardian and came to find you—is there any way to make it sometimes—"

She sat up straight, her eyes were black and white, sincere and focused.

"—Shut up properly?

Hannibal smiled slightly.

......

"—I'm reminded of something about the past."

She looked very calm, as if everything that happened so far was under her control.

She raised her eyes, and there was a strange texture in those eyes, reminiscent of the moist feeling of a seagull skipping over the sea, its wings slightly touching the sea, and leaping for an instant.

"—my memory has been falsified."

She was about to continue, but Sherlock interrupted her with a stop gesture. He glanced at the dead body on the dissecting table, looking full of "sweet troubles": "Jane—you have to wait Wait, I have to deal with these corpses first."

Jane choked up.

Almost at the same time, Sherlock had quickly drawn up a plan, and he strode towards Jane Ruo: "Wait for me outside for 10 minutes, Jane." He opened the door and pushed her out without hesitation.

Anderson seemed to be tired of knocking on the door. He was leaning against the wall on the other side of the corridor, his eyes widened at this moment, and before he could react, Sherlock had already made a "bang—" when he was about to rush over After closing the door, only Jian Ruo was left staring at him.

"...so, you were kicked out by that freak too?" Anderson twitched the corner of his mouth, "——I'm not surprised at all, he seems to be born with a lack of cooperation spirit."

Jian Ruo shrugged: "...Well, I can't refute this."

The two looked at the door of the dissecting room while being speechless.

......

"Snapped"

The lights slowed down by half a beat, and came on reluctantly.Jane Ruo took the cup of coffee that Lestrade kindly brought her, walked slowly to the side of the table, and sat down.

"Can't we talk in another place?" She was a little uncomfortable, "—does it have to be in the interrogation room?"

Sherlock sat on the other side of the table, leaning against the back of the chair, and raised his jaw: "—I have to observe the corpse later, I don't worry about letting a forensic doctor who only knows the theory and has no practical experience use my Corpse."

Jane Ruo sighed: "Okay."

Holding a coffee cup, she rubbed the smooth surface of the cup, and licked the corners of her lips with some uncertainty: "Actually, I don't know where to start..."

"Anything - it's best to get straight to the point." Sherlock made a gesture of "you are welcome to do what you want."

"In fact, I always thought that I came from a family of criminals." Jian Ruo put down her glass, and clasped her hands on her knees like a primary school student, "—you know, resurrecting a dead body." She smiled.

Sherlock was expressionless.

She stroked her hair in embarrassment: "...well, I know it's weird—"

"No." Sherlock interrupted, "Go on, I'm listening."

He stared at Jian Ruo earnestly, like two searchlights, without any concealment - in such an environment of the interrogation room, Jian Ruo felt an atmosphere of "leniency for confession and strictness for resistance" for a long time.

"...I found out it was fake. I mean, I thought the original was a poor little girl whose parents were criminals, I always had that memory, bloody, and some crimes pictures, domestic violence and other things... For example, some experiences of a little girl who was forced to steal things when she was a child-I thought it was true, and I even doubted whether I could get it at first Visa—after all, there are some criminal records..." She paused, "—I even thought for a while that this body can use guns without any obstacles, and this is the reason."

"—but I remembered something else." She stared at Sherlock, "—I didn't come from a criminal family, I was just an orphan, adopted from an orphanage when I was young, and grew up Now, I did learn a few things from the Guardians, but it was all about language—”

"Language?"

"English, Italian, Spanish, and some other small languages." Jian Ruo wrenched her fingers, "...and some liberal arts knowledge, in fact, I have almost forgotten about them now... ...After going through the college entrance examination—"

"It seems that your guardian is very good at this kind of knowledge?" Sherlock asked casually, "—because of the deviation of the knowledge he taught you."

"It's really good - he is very knowledgeable. Although he is very young, he has covered a lot. He is a genius," Jian Ruo didn't know why, when she talked about the guardian, she couldn't help it. Zhu said a little more, "—and he has been to many places, he has traveled all over Europe when he was still a teenager—"

"Oh, isn't that amazing? I did it when I was under 16 years old." Sherlock said coldly, lifting his jaw slightly, "—a person."

Jian Ruo pursed her lips: "—Really? I still think he's a bit stronger."

"Jane, it's not fair." Sherlock was a little dissatisfied.

"It couldn't be more fair—he is equivalent to my father, and no one can surpass him in my heart." She blurted out, and the two of them fell silent at the same time, and the huge interrogation room fell into a deathly silence.

"...What did I just say?" Jian Ruo couldn't believe it, she watched Sherlock cautiously, her eyelashes trembling slightly, "I just said—"

"—It seems that you have noticed, Jane. 'My father', yes, you said 'my'." When Sherlock said this, there was a strange light in his eyes, It’s like a hungry person sees what he wants the most in an instant, "——when you just came to your so-called real memory from the discussion, your self-proclaimed 'I', you completely brought yourself into the In the memory of your current body—if you have to define it this way, you don’t even notice something is wrong, and there is no strict distinction between the “I” of the soul and the “I” of the body like those cases we are familiar with. ——In a sense, you have no way to distinguish, because you have forgotten your original name, and you can only share the name 'Jian Ruo'."

Sherlock paused for a moment: "Considering this, you have actually lost your complete self, and now you are at most attached to the original 'Jane Ruo'." He smiled a little, "——Are you really sure? Are you a 'resurrection'? Dear Jane?"

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