[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

064.

Human memory is an ocean from which people grab the meaningful and ignore the meaningless.

But it is not as neat and orderly as people imagined—in most cases, it is always turbulent, making people dizzy by the rush of memories and forgetting the direction.

Jian Ruo only felt that her memory was in chaos, and Sherlock's words were like thunder, making people feel like they had just woken up from a dream but fell into the chaotic scene again.

Jian Ruo covered her head in pain: "...No."

— that's not her.It wasn't her who was sitting on the dilapidated swing in the orphanage, and it wasn't her who was trying to please people with a cute smile on her face, and it wasn't her who was adopted to be obedient and sensible. It's not her——

It was a dream, shattered by people, scattered into pieces, and at this moment, each piece became a blade that pierced people's hearts, making it impossible to avoid.

Every frame is so clear——

Isn't she too pitiful?She is a wanderer in another world, unable to produce a strong identity certificate, and in Sherlock's eyes, she may not even be called a complete "person".

This world is so real.

Everyone living in the world tries to use the real existence of memory to obtain identity recognition, so people participate in collective life, through collective memory, and use the way of reminiscing the past to describe those originally unclear memories over and over again—in all In people's identification, this memory really exists.

Conversely, as long as someone denies personal memories, as long as someone tells you in an unmistakable tone, "You remember wrongly, I don't remember that we have experienced such a thing together." The fulcrum of people's memories will be shaken.

If all memories of a person are negated, then he does not exist.

She knew this very well, that's why her "previous life" was even more pathetic—in such a huge world, she couldn't find anyone to verify the authenticity of her memories.She's sure of her memory—she's sure of her existence.

But at this moment Sherlock was doubting her.

His suspicion was not unreasonable—since she still had false memories of the "criminal family" from the beginning, why is it impossible for her to be completely subverted now that she is sure of it?Even she herself seems to have habitually brought herself into that memory - obviously she is only from the perspective of a bystander, but she calls herself "I".

...Look, even she was shaken.

There is a huge mystery hidden in front of her, and she is like a little beast with keen intuition and anxiety, feeling the kind of terrifying that persecutes people's hearts-she wants to escape, but there is no way to retreat.

If Jane was pushed onto this road of no return - from the beginning to the end, she did not have any right to break away from everything.

Like an ostrich, she covered her face in an evasive manner, bowed her body, and tried to forget everything——Jian Ruo is always like this, when encountering problems that cannot be solved but still haunt her, she always ignores them habitually, Don't listen, don't want to, it seems like this can temporarily forget everything and return to the state she wants.It was like this in the previous life, but now, there is still no progress.

"Please——" she murmured, her voice muffled from between her fingers, with some pleading and depression "... Sherlock, can we stop talking about this—"

Sherlock sat opposite her, with both hands resting on the table. He was staring intently at Jian Ruo's face. At this moment, his fingers tapped the table lightly, and his eyes turned from dark to light.

"Okay." He replied calmly, and as he said this, he pushed the chair away, lifted the coat that was on the back of the chair, and shook it a bit, "——I'm going to see the results of the autopsy. "

Jian Ruo let go of her hand in astonishment, and revealed her face to look directly at Sherlock.

— This is not right.

It should be said - this is not the reaction she imagined Sherlock should have.Take a look—the interrogation room, two people, the cold searchlight, and what Sherlock said—for Sherlock, shouldn't he make full use of this opportunity to get all the truth as much as possible?

"...That's it?" She asked in disbelief in a daze, her voice was light and light, as if she was stepping on a cloud.

Sherlock's hand was already holding the doorknob. Hearing this, he slowly turned his head and looked down at Jian Ruo, with a different kind of indifference on his face: "Otherwise?"

"..." Jian Ruo opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.

Sherlock sneered coldly: "——what do you think I will do? Psychological suggestion? Hypnosis? Set you up one language trap after another?" His voice became deeper and deeper, with an indescribable irony , "—Oh, Jane, I thought—" He stopped and did not continue.

What did he think?

Thought they were friends so she wouldn't speculate on him like that?

Jian Ruo lowered her eyes in shame, lowered her head almost to her chest.

——Yes, no matter what, the two have been roommates for such a long time. She should know Sherlock well. No matter what, Sherlock at least didn’t do anything excessive to her. Thinking that he—yes, Sherlock guessed everything right, she did guess that way, hypnosis, psychological suggestion, language trap—Sherlock's best set of clichés, constantly searching for the truth, this is his hobbies.

Even in the previous case, to be honest, Sherlock also showed his state of pursuing the truth at all costs.So she naturally thought...

Thinking of this, she felt more and more guilty, so she raised her head to apologize——

The edge of Sherlock's black coat disappeared at the edge of the door, and with a "click", the door was closed, and the corner of the black coat completely disappeared before her eyes.

Jian Ruo stared blankly at the door for a while, and finally sighed a little helplessly and full of annoyance.

……

"It's really an amazing scene—presumably after this incident, with the guilt of that lady, your trust level in her heart will be greatly improved—?" The long corridor outside the interrogation room is now empty. There was no one there. Before Sherlock and Jane Ruo went in, there were scattered workers here, but now it was dead silent and empty. There was only a man in a suit and holding a black umbrella, standing there obliquely. Holding the umbrella handle and propping it casually on the ground, he was smiling, reserved and polite but not overly enthusiastic, everything was just right.

——And it was because everything was just right that he appeared so abrupt.

Sherlock looked indifferent, and raised his eyebrows in surprise at this moment: "—Oh, when did you come back alive? Is hell full now?"

Mycroft's eyes flashed, and he stood up slightly: "—With all due respect, dear Xiali, I have never died."

"Really? I don't know." Sherlock waved his hand indifferently, "—the air quality in the whole of England has suddenly improved these days—I thought you were finally going to let go of this poor land— —it seems that your trip to Iraq is not a real one—you didn’t take a bullet?”

"I'm not traveling, Sherlock."

"I wish you were traveling--spare the poor British Empire, for she's put up with you for so many years--oh, watch what I found? You're fat again, presumably The moment it landed, the whole island of Great Britain trembled—" Sherlock showed a "kind" smile.

"—How about talking about that little roommate of yours?" The decent smile on Mycroft's face paused slightly, and he seemed to change the subject casually, "—it seems that you are interested She's very caring."

Sherlock's face darkened, and he subconsciously glanced at the closed interrogation room behind him—Scotland Yard's sound insulation was very good, and he was sure that it was impossible for Jane to hear anything.

Mycroft observed the scene with interest: "Should I praise the little tricks you used on her? Hypnosis? Psychological suggestion? Verbal traps—God, which one you haven't used?—But It always fails. It seems that she is ignorant of her own talent, and there are no more than five people in the whole world who can successfully hypnotize her... There is even the danger of being discovered. Sherlock, it's a good move to retreat— —she's a really good puzzle, isn't she?"

Sherlock's face became impatient: "——if you came here just to chat with me about these pointless topics——"

"Be patient." Mycroft interrupted him, "—at least I've traveled all the way to bring you some interesting news—about your little roommate."

"You took a detour to China." Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

"That can't be regarded as a good memory." Mycroft remained calm, "—I spent a lot of effort..." He paused, and the seriousness on his face almost changed to the complete opposite in the next moment Look, "—I suddenly remembered that Christmas is coming soon, it seems that this year's Christmas will have a new member in our family?"

Sherlock looked at Mycroft as if he was mentally retarded: "—No, I don't plan to go back this Christmas—this year, you can enjoy the sweet Christmas time with Mommy alone, Mycroft."

Mycroft's expression froze: "—Sherlock, you have never spent Christmas outside since you were a child."

"Now I have it." He showed a smug smile, "You didn't come home last Christmas and I had to eat two experimental biscuits made by Mommy-oh, one of them was made according to your portion ——Christmas can explode in place if you are bored, and I even started to recite the paper on mathematical theory that Mommy published last year—this year is finally your turn.”

Mycroft showed a not-so-good-looking smile: "—You are so naive, Sherlock."

Sherlock also showed a fake smile: "Let's go - the thought that I will be in the same space with you to talk in the next half hour makes me very painful - it's better to solve it as soon as possible."

"Don't say hello to your roommate?" Mycroft followed behind him unhurriedly.

"No." His voice echoed coldly in the slightly empty space.

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