[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

067.

While eating potato chips, while watching the TV, the raised surface of the old TV was covered with a layer of dust from time to time. ——There are no good-looking programs, and they have been turned over and over again. The TV series has already played more than a dozen episodes, and there is no way to catch up. As long as the beauty and health care category is passed, Sherlock will ridicule it. People can’t understand it—there is only one TV station showing a somewhat boring documentary—about science and religion during World War I. The narration is a gloomy and hoarse male voice. Jane Ruo thinks that if he sings, it should be a good bass.

She pressed the remote control, nestled on the sofa, put the potato chip jar on her lap, and sent some to her mouth.

Sherlock lay on another couch with his eyes closed.

"Actually, you can go back to your room and sleep, Sherlock." Jian Ruo lowered her voice a little, and glanced at Sherlock.

"I didn't sleep." Sherlock opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, "—I was thinking."

Jian Ruo rolled her eyes: "Thinking is such a useful excuse—you're always thinking."

"Tried a new nicotine patch by the way," he added, "—apparently the shipper made a mistake, I asked for 14mg and she sent me 21mg—obviously , look at those messy fonts on the receiving slip, in a hurry, that hair - staying up late for a long time, nail prints, huh - is related to her husband - I guess he is cheating, she is in a hurry to catch rape - —Oh, but she was so perfunctory that she sent the wrong item.”

"You can choose to return it." Jian Ruo glanced at him, "...if you haven't used it up yet."

"Why do you want to return the product? It's too troublesome, and 21 mg is obviously suitable for me." He closed his eyes, with a calm and peaceful expression on his face, like a little angel, "Very... strong enough."

—Only when he closes his eyes and does not move.

"Jane, would you like a piece?" He suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Jian Ruo, and asked, "Although it is not as good as cigarettes, the 21 mg nicotine patch can already meet the basic needs—"

Jane Ruo felt a little frightened—since she just entered the room, Sherlock suddenly had a strange change—slightly, a little... thoughtful?But if you ask her to tell her, she looks like she has done something wrong and made up for it secretly - it makes people a little flattered and at the same time dumbfounded.

Because obviously, every time Sherlock's "thoughtfulness" has a typical Sherlock style, which is far beyond what a mortal like her can guess...

Jian Ruo blinked her eyes: "Eh, I don't need it—you can keep it for yourself."

Sherlock closed his eyes without hesitation.

——Hey, wait, this script is wrong! Shouldn’t it be: “No, no, no, I’m enough, you’ll have a piece too.” Is it better to obey" such a development? !

...It doesn't look like sharing something sincerely. 【Manual goodbye】

Jane Ruo glanced at Sherlock angrily, stuffed two pieces of potato chips into her mouth, and chewed loudly on purpose. Some paintings from the World War I period flashed on the TV at some point—a man in a white robe People prayed devoutly, chanting words with their eyes closed.

【Pious science】

That painting was stamped with such a title.

A painting by an unknown artist, are they Christians?If Jane wants to.

But no cross.

... World War I.Distant knowledge gradually emerged in her mind.The Allies and the Entente, the emerging capitalist countries that took off with the help of the second industrial revolution, tried to redefine the world - Germany. ...Which faction is England from?Her thoughts drifted farther and farther, until the light and shadow of the TV flickered, and in the black and white picture, tanks, new weapons, and blood flowed into rivers...

Jian Ruo moved, and accidentally pressed the button of the remote control, and the picture flashed—the glamorous woman tried to show her exaggerated makeup to the audience outside the TV—

boring.

Jian Ruo fell back and turned off the TV.

The world is quiet.

——The quiet world is more boring than when it is not quiet, it forces people, forces people to break all this, no matter what method is used, it wants to disturb this tranquility.

Her head was tilted, her face was pressed against the top of the sofa, maintaining that uncomfortable position, Jane Ruo impulsively said to Sherlock with a calm face: "Maybe it's like what you said——Sherlock, I'm really It's not about 'borrowing a dead body back to life'."

Sherlock opened his eyes and looked at her. He narrowed his eyes slightly: "Goon."

"There's nothing to continue—I mean, it's absolutely impossible for a person to borrow a dead body to return to life, but the person who was 'borrowed' knew her long ago—"

Sherlock flipped over, and the corner of his pajamas fluttered to the floor. He leaned towards Jian Ruo, his eyes sparkled: "Well, it seems that you have remembered something new."

"Yes. It's ridiculous, isn't it?" Jian Ruo shook the potato chips nonchalantly, making sure that she had eaten all the potato chips inside, and then slowly bent down and stood it on the corner of the table , "—so we have an extra trash can. I'm so smart."

Sherlock: "...stop looking at your pointless potato chip jar - well trash can, oh what a creative genius what am I talking about!" He rolled his eyes, "- What I want is the point! Jane! Quick!"

"You look like you are addicted to cigarettes." Jian Ruo blinked, reached out for an apple, and weighed it twice in the palm of her hand.

"Then get me my nicotine patch." Sherlock stared at her.

Jian Ruo laughed: "Xia Li, you are so cute."

"Thank you for the compliment - if this can get you to the point quickly." He twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Okay——" Jian Ruo looked casual, seemingly serious, but lost her mind and threw the apple in her hand, "Where are we talking?"

Sherlock opened his mouth.

"—oh," she patted her leg, "remember—we said that I'm not a 'resurrection'." She looked at Sherlock seriously, "Guess what, I'm not."

Sherlock couldn't bear it anymore: "——The point!"

——I love to tease cats, teasing cats makes me happy.

Jian Ruo couldn't help showing a smile: "Actually, it's not a big deal. The memory of the owner of this body is obviously incomplete, like a slow loading progress bar - when we talked in the afternoon, I didn't have any Confirm this, but now, I have fully confirmed it. Regarding..." She was a little confused about how to call that memory, "Well, let's call her 'Ruo' for the time being, she has me in her memory."

It's a bit hard to describe, Jane Ruo shrugged her shoulders with complicated emotions, "Well, yes, I mean, the memories of the two of us are mixed together, since she can remember, she has known my existence—don't use that Looking at me with this kind of eyes, Sherlock, I'm sure it's not a split personality - because to be precise, it's not an 'existence' at all, it's just a memory, at least it's not the same as splitting a new personality, it's a ' Dead memories, without the ability to think and dominate everything, are like the kind of still photos we remember when we were children. Of course, for me, if the past, although I know it exists, but that Also two-dimensional, dead—no other personality."

"First of all, I don't think you have a split personality." Sherlock clasped his hands together on his chin, "Secondly, if you both think of each other as static—then proves equivalence. Well, in that case, you can choose Instead, there must be a reason."

His eyes were narrow, gray and clear and far-reaching.

Jian Ruo was a little dazed for a moment, she clenched one hand into a fist, and imitated Sherlock's way to support her chin. At this moment, her eyes interlaced and she felt that there was something unknown, slowly permeating the night.

silence.

Jane Ruo felt as if she had accidentally stepped into a sea, and the sea surrounded her layer upon layer, making her unable to tell the direction, and could only sink into it helplessly. She calmed down and blinked at Sherlock: " —As expected of Sherlock.”

The smile seemed to be praising, but also seemed to be perfunctory. Sherlock frowned and stared at her without speaking.

"There's a reason." She nodded self-consciously, her eyes drooping, and she glanced at the potato chip jar that was sitting upright by the foot of the table. The exaggerated letters were printed on the retina, and it still lingered for a long time after being removed. go--

Sherlock looked at her.

"—but I haven't remembered it yet." Jian Ruo looked up solemnly.

Sherlock: "..."

"—You should really cherish me, Sherlock." Jian Ruo lowered her eyes, "Maybe when I won't be me."

"Not one day, I'm sure."

"Are you sure?" Jian Ruo pretended to be surprised, "When a person says 'sure' in a strong tone, it often means that he does not feel confident." She hooked her lips silently, "Isn't that what you said? You Are you comforting me, Sherlock." When she said the last sentence, her voice softened unconsciously.

Sherlock didn't speak.

"It doesn't matter - everything will come to light, no matter what it is. We just need to wait." Jian Ruo said indifferently, "Speaking of it - I want to see the basement you mentioned before."

She leaned on the sofa and wobbled for a while before standing up: "—Is the door of that basement open?"

Sherlock glanced at her: "Of course." He didn't seem to care at all, and even closed his eyes slightly, as if he was "thinking about Do Not Disturb".

Jian Ruo stroked her hair, sighed, and walked over there slowly.

The entrance to the basement has always been very biased. I don’t know what the landlady thought, and even pasted the door with the same pattern as the wall. If you don’t look carefully, you can hardly tell that it is a basement.

Jian Ruo stretched out her hand and pushed the door tentatively.

There is no lock, and the door reveals a small gap, which is dark.

She hesitated for a while, but finally stretched out her hand and pushed open the door—probably because of the too violent movement, a cloud of dust floated up profusely, choking.

Jian Ruo took two breaths of ashes, coughed twice, and covered her mouth. It was very dark inside, she touched the wall and pressed the light switch with a "click."

——Chinese style bedroom.

The carved bed, the white gauze curtain, what a familiar sight——Jane thought in a daze, where did she see it?In the depths of her memory, the summer draft raised the white tent, like ripples, rippling ripples, she stared at the top of the gauze, listening to the wind and the rain—even the little bit of mosquito blood became a small A red lotus, reflected in her eyes——

That is beautified memory, that is childhood.

Jian Ruo approached the bed step by step, and glanced at the Eight Immortals table from the corner of her eye—Chinese, English, Italian, crooked words, one by one corresponding to the appearance in her memory, her fingers followed the words that she walked slowly. Once again, it was as if she had walked those roads herself now.

【Mia】

Italian. "mine".

Almost subconsciously, the meaning of that word flashed through my mind

Jian Ruo grabbed the yellowed note, as if remembering something, her fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

--Those ones……

The ones in the refrigerator, she thought she bought them but forgot—

those chocolates.

【Mia】

——"What if your life is manipulated?"

Does anyone remember that poor piece of chocolate?star eyes.