[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

077.

She stepped over step by step, her eyes emitting a persistent and indescribable light.

Jian Ruo stopped a step away from him, and stood there firmly, as if rooted under her feet.

He tilted his head, and his blond hair shook slightly with this movement, shining under the light—or maybe it should be said that his whole body was shining.

Neither of them opened their mouths. They just confronted each other quietly. One of them slowly shook the wine glass in his hand. The ice cubes slid and hit the glass wall, which might make some noise—who knows?It was so loud that no one could hear it.

"Hi, James—" the bartender looked over at some point, it was a thick man with tattoos on his arm, his sleeves had been rolled up above his arm, and he winked at Antonio at this moment, "It's not like you —How can you be so indifferent to a beautiful lady? You should at least buy her a drink—”

He smiled ambiguously at Jian Ruo, like an interesting episode that was out of tune with the atmosphere.

The atmosphere of such a confrontation was suddenly broken by the third person, as if everything had returned to normal all of a sudden——Antonio let out a "chi" laugh, shaking his head while laughing, Jian Ruo turned his head and raised the corners of his lips, and walked up to pull it away A chair, sit on it.

She rested her face in one hand, casually, and pointed to the cup in Antonio's hand with the other: "I want the same cup as his—"

The bartender was silent for a moment: "Oh--this wine is very strong--"

"To her." Antonio interrupted the bartender, paused, and added, "She is equal to me."

The bartender glanced at Antonio, and then at Jane Ruo. He shrugged and prepared the wine rationally, but in the end he added unwillingly: "—she looks so small, James, I really didn't expect -"

Antonio took a sip of his wine, shook his head, noncommittal.

"James?" Jane Ruo glanced at Antonio.

"When you go out, you always have to have one or two names—"

"Is Jian Cheng one of them?" Jian Ruo put her face on her face and waited.

"Don't you already know?" Antonio looked at her, his eyes sparkling like oceans in the sun, "Oh, dear Jane—in fact, you did a wonderful job—it surpassed me. expected."

"——This is not the topic I want to talk to you." Jian Ruo stared at him calmly, "You look at me——what are you thinking? Look, my good 'father', you also left me One hand——you let me inherit everything through hypnosis according to the tradition, but you left your life alone defensively, just picked a small part and told me intermittently—are you afraid? Are you afraid that I will become you? Afraid of me Using this to threaten you? Tell me—what the hell are you thinking? What are you trying to do?"

"..." Antonio watched her quietly.

In the center of the dance floor, when the song is over, people hug each other or disperse, waiting for the next song to sound—the colorful lights also become soft, like a drunk person walking alone in the middle of the road—

"It clicked when she would go around—" a magnetic female voice sounded.

The crowd moved slowly, Antonio's eyes avoided Jian Ruo's gaze, and slid over silently. He looked over there, as if evading, and hummed softly, clapping his knuckles on the table, beating to the beat.

Jane Ruo frowned a little irritably, she leaned forward and pressed Antonio's hand——

"Talking to Himonce again

He looked alittle profound—"

(Speaking to him again he looks a bit deep)

Antonio's eyes were deep, he put down the glass, and moved Jane's hand away with that hand, he raised the corner of his mouth and slightly hooked his head: "—look at you, Jane—we finally meet again, in this bar of fate, Doesn't this make people lament the impermanence of the world—? I have imagined the scene where we meet countless times—”

"—with tears? with silence?" Jian Ruo raised the corners of her lips, "like what is said in the poem? It seems that you don't have any hope for me——this is what you imagined? Well, after so many years, you Holding a black umbrella, in a cemetery in a foreign country, you met me again, or when you thought we met again, I was already a useless person, lying quietly on the chessboard, and became a half-finished god Same guy—”

"—Hush." ​​Antonio raised his fingers up, his eyes were still a little drunk, flickering, gentle and rippling blue light, "Don't talk about gods."

Jian Ruo's face froze for a moment, and soon, a kind of sincere sadness slowly surfaced on her face, and she smiled sadly: "Yes. - Don't talk about gods, this is the truth - semi-finished and real There is no difference between them in essence—as long as they can control those chaotic memories, they are gods, otherwise, they are just failures."

"Does this count as [thing hurts its kind]?" Antonio stared at Jian Ruo carefully, with a gentle smile on his face all the time, leaned closer to Jian Ruo, and leaned against her ear, "Look, my beloved ——Not long after you left me, your heart softened—"

"He'd give her that sweet talking Always laughing All the time."

(he whispers sweetly to her always laughing all the time)

The woman holding the microphone in the distance stood in the middle of the stage, her face was indifferent, the corners of her eyes were raised, and the lights were shaking on her body. She looked around the bar and listened to the cheers and whistles coming from all around, like a queen——

The intertwined light and shadow are all reflected in Jian Ruo's eyes.

"I was just thinking," she said with a twitch, "in a sense, besides the fact that you're my guardian so we've been together for nearly ten years, I'm better off than those people—even Achilles." to where?"

silence.

"Hey—what's the matter? Ma'am, this is your wine—" the bartender held a glass of wine and put it in Jian Ruo's hand. He frowned and looked puzzled, "Oh—you two -"

"Give me some wine, Eric," Antonio flicked his glass with his fingers, "It would be better if you could be quiet for a while—"

"God—I'm quiet enough," the bartender shrugged, and gave Antonio a dissatisfied look. He filled Antonio's drink as if resigned to his fate, and said to Jian Ruo, "This old friend of mine is always like this—"

"Old friend?" Jian Ruomin turned her head to stare at the bartender, and firmly grasped the word.

"Haha, of course it's an old friend," he laughed, and glanced at Antonio, seeing that he just picked up his glass with a smile, took a sip, and continued, "—the last time we met was more than ten years ago Well, James was such a legend back then—”

"Oh?" Jian Ruo was very interested.

"—I still have to tell the most truthful story by myself, and let James tell you the rest. You still have a lot of time, don't worry, it's still very early before the night comes—" He smiled , reached out and patted Antonio's shoulder, "—tell him like you did before! Good brother!"

He thoughtfully turned around to avoid it.

Antonio shook his head: "He always thinks a lot, doesn't he?"

"..."

"Okay - grown-up children always want more from their parents, I've known this for a long time - good girl," Antonio smiled softly, his eyes full of tolerance, " I'll tell you—bit by bit."

The singing voice in the distance has reached its peak, every word and every sentence, with indescribable irony——

"GivemeallofyoursoulGivemeallofyourdreamsGivemeallofyourweakthoughts"

(give me all your soul let me take all your dreams tell me all about your weakness)

"No one loves you more than me, honey, no matter how much you deny it - if I don't love you, you should be like those guys, I won't give you any memory of me - my experiences, I I should tell you what I want to tell those guys, you won’t know the secret of the god’s collapse, you’ll just be a doll obediently—” His eyes flickered with various colors of light, and finally turned to a deep blue, and everything turned into a background Nothingness, Jian Ruo can only see the person in front of her for a while.

"-Givemeth that secret, Hush ImustyesIdoneed"

(Tell me that secret boo it's what I really need)

His voice gradually became the only one—

"God? Oh——this is the biggest joke in this world." His face showed a kind of crazy irony that was familiar to Jian Ruo, just like those people, with a kind of contempt for the world, "If it weren't for these things, I should have stayed safely in Italy with my parents-oh, don't show such a surprised look, my dear Jane, if you can recall a little bit about the third generation of Álvaro The memory of Machiavelli - yes, he is a joke. Weak body, fragile nerves, he can't bear two people, especially the memory of the second generation - his conscience is always tortured and wants to contain The advancement of a giant ship can only lead to the disintegration of the giant ship in the end."

He laughed, and the monstrous and huge waves rolled under his eyes, all of which were weighed down heavily: "—so this poor man could only go into exile, and had no choice but to choose the next heir at will—of course, at the same time, he destroyed a person. life."

He slowly clenched the wine glass, restrained, and took a sip slowly.

"You don't want to know—I was ten years old when that idiot picked me," his face softened slowly. "You know—they tend to choose young because of that blank paper theory." I'm an innocent child, and I—? I was an accident, I survived," he lowered his eyes, stared at the wine glass, rubbed it slowly and gently, "and swore that one day—— One day, I will destroy it all. What they value, I will destroy—"

"—Whether it's a godslayer or a god worshiper."

——How interesting, Jian Ruo almost laughed out loud, because his life was completely ruined, so he ruined more people?Look - this is the most qualified heir, Alvaro Machiavelli is a fool?No no no no—if he was an idiot, how could he pick Antonio so discerningly?

"Because you wanted to ruin all of this, so you found me—as your heir?" Jian Ruo spoke softly, with an indescribable sarcasm.

"Heir? Yes, heir. Tell me, what will those godslayers who are familiar with the succession model of the gods think when they know that there is a new heir?" He shook the wine glass in his hand, " 'Antonio's thorny turtle-headed turtle is finally dead - we can gobble everything up.'"

"Oh—that's really cool, it's fun to match the two, look at my little friend—what's his name? By the way, Achilles, how hard he is defending everything for me."

"He thought he was defending what was his own."

"—a dog always thinks that what he defends is his own rather than his master's." Antonio took a sip with a smile, "He exists for you, Jane, he replaces you——became the pawn to die .”

Jian Ruo was chilled all over, she suddenly picked up the wine glass, took a sip, it was hot, and the strength of the wine slowly came up, making her feel a kind of heat.

"Are you afraid?" Antonio glanced at her, "Don't be afraid, honey, you are the most special one, how can I bear it?"

……special?

"Because I'm the only woman?" Jian Ruo shook her head, took a sip of the wine, it was spicy - I don't know if it was because she didn't really turn her attention to other things until this moment

At this moment, she suddenly felt that the wine was so bad, it occupied the whole mouth, and it was hot and cool.

She coughed violently, arched her waist, and covered her mouth with her hands. She was so choking, physiological tears secreted from her eyes, and she wiped them away calmly, her eyes were a little red.

"There are so many people in the world, but I chose you—" Antonio looked at Jian Ruo with nostalgia, but the look in his eyes made Jian Ruo feel indescribably cold—it was not a feeling for a person, but A kind of deep nostalgia for a certain object, maybe it is something he likes, maybe it is something else that surprises him, in short, a certain kind of object, an inanimate thing, "What do you think it is because of?"

The singing from afar finally broke through all obstacles and reached Jian Ruo's ears, like a temptation, like a hypnosis——

- "GivemeallofyoursoulGivemeallofyourdreamsGivemeallofyourweakthoughts"

(give me all your soul let me take all your dreams tell me all about your weakness)