[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

078.

Is there really such a thing as fate in the world?

Sometimes Antonio would also think about this nonsense question, after countless times of confusion, countless disappointments, and countless times of hatred.

If there is no fate, why was he selected and wandered from then on, waking up from nightmares for countless days and nights, enduring the pain of memory fusion while fleeing?

If there is no fate--

He indifferently searched for all kinds of children, hypnotized them, and used them as a cover—never before had a god been so unscrupulous and ruthless as him, those half-baked memories were used by him to kill people—without leaving a trace.

Until that day, he was sitting in the narrow room of dozens of square meters in the rental house, leaning against the window, watching the goose feathers and snow falling on the ground, piling up, and slowly covering the wires with a layer of white.

He suddenly had a brilliant idea——

A wonderful idea that can completely destroy everything, whether it is a godslayer or a god worshiper.But first - he has to find an agent, he will train him well, let him become the one who has the ability to dare to compete with the godslayer, and then... when the child finally solves everything, he will He will know that everything he relies on, including the worshipers, does not belong to him at all-it is Antonio who holds the power of life and death from beginning to end.

……Um.

Not bad, isn't it?

He was full of enthusiasm, determined to find such an heir-oh, a little boy, of course.

If it wasn't for the interference of fate, he should have found such a boy and sent him to be the last pawn - but in the end, fate interfered with him and made him see Jian Ruo.

At that time, her name was Jian Ruo.

She's just an ordinary little girl in an orphanage, and he's just a stranger who happens to be trying to adopt a child.

She sat alone on the swing in the middle of the courtyard, the barren weeds covered the snow, the sun shone on the white snow very dazzlingly, the old and rusty swing made a "creak" sound as it shook— —

She stared at him, her eyes looked like a wolf: "Can you adopt me?"

"Are you begging me?" he asked interestedly.

"I'm not." She jumped down, "I know you're going to adopt a boy. Do you need a son for old age?"

He was a little stunned, and looked at the little girl with a broken smile. When she spoke, she still had a milky voice, which was a little vague. She didn't even look like she was 8 years old, but she already looked like a little adult——

This is really strange.

It's so interesting—such an interesting little girl suddenly made him think of some exciting, new ideas.

——Why should the people who made him bear everything——Alvaro Machiavelli and the group of people can live on him like parasites, making him struggle to live in the world with those disgusting memories on his back , they ruined him, and he will never make it easier for them——

Well, well, what could be more humiliating than transplanting these ancient memories into a girl?

He stared at the little girl, squatted down to look at her, and slowly smiled: "What if I say yes?"

"—Daughter can also prevent old age." She raised her head and looked at him, "Aren't you a foreigner?"

He laughed softly, for this ignorant girl who was sent to him by fate, for her serious expression of trying to persuade him at this moment.

If there is no fate--

How could his thoughts change like this until he met his girl?

……

"You broke all my plans, dear Jane."

He took a sip of wine, dangling half a glass of wine, and filled himself up, with drunkenness in his eyes, and drooping eyes, like the sea water gently reflecting the starry sky, showing a deep blue——

"You broke mine too." Jian Ruo stared at him coldly, "We're not the same."—She could almost imagine what "Jian Ruo" who had the memory of her previous life was supposed to do—she must have planned Leaving the orphanage with Antonio's east wind and changing his life.In fact, it doesn’t have to be Antonio, but Antonio just happened to appear there, not one step earlier, and obviously not one step later—it’s like fate, the two have their own ghosts, and the relationship between adopting and being adopted is formed by accident.

If Jane was just an ordinary little girl, she might come to Oxford with the memory of a criminal family, as Antonio planned, and wake up step by step, becoming a pawn——

Then, just like the poem, reunion with tears or silence, oh——what a scene of reunion of father and daughter.

...But fortunately, Antonio didn't know about the time-traveling matter—during the final hypnosis, the false memory hadn't had time to take over everything, and the neglected past life took the lead like time-traveling.

That's what made her.Jian Ruo pursed her lips, not knowing whether to thank this fate or hate it.

"Oh—look at you, how cruel you are to an old father." Antonio spoke softly, with a slight complaint in his tone.

"Old father?" Jian Ruo raised her eyebrows and asked a more emphatic question, but she didn't intend to comment on this irresponsible adjective. She turned the cup in her hand and changed the subject, "—well, you Do you want to tell me that you came to London to catch up with me?"

"Why not?" Antonio asked back.

"So, should I be moved? In order to meet me once, you actually risked your life." Jian Ruo sneered.

"Of course—while risking my life, I also have to do some incidental things." He remained calm, "—for example, reaping the fruits of my victory."

Jane Ruo remained silent.

He tapped his fingers on the table casually, and said again and again: "——So, what about you?"

"I?"

"What about your choice?—Dear Jane, in my original plan, you should leave with me." His voice was gentle and sweet, "You shouldn't stay here, and of course it's not suitable for you to stay here. Should come with me—”

Yes, this couldn't be more obvious - since he was determined to destroy the gods, how could he allow Jane Ruo to not exist?This is the most benevolent choice, to be with him—under his control, no matter whether Jane can control herself from being disturbed by the messy memories spanning two centuries, she can control it.

"If..." Jian Ruo moved her fingers, and her fingers became stiff at some point, "If I don't succeed, how can I control my thoughts?——You understand what I mean, if, if I am no longer me Woolen cloth?"

"There won't be such a day." Antonio answered her softly, the shaking bar lights shone on his face a little, which was indescribably bizarre.

- If you were no longer you, you would not exist.

Both of them knew the second half of the sentence he didn't say.

Subject to people.She has no right to choose.For Jian Ruo, this world is meaningful-Antonio can use up everything he wants to destroy, but she can't do it so desperately.

She was afraid of death, she cared - it wasn't until this moment that Jian Ruo suddenly understood that feeling, that kind of heartfelt, reluctant, and lingering feeling, just like the most unwilling and unwilling thing that a dying person would throw into this world With a single glance, she too—she can’t help but think of every bit of beauty in this world, the delicious food that is not exhausted, the fluttering snowflakes in winter, the leaves of sycamore trees that rustle when stepped on the ground, coffee The fragrance slowly extruded from the bookstore, the bookstore in Anran under the gentle light——

And Sherlock.

Sherlock.

She always has the problem of maintaining boiling feelings for people or things that she labels herself. For Sherlock—it is because he is withdrawn and not good at communicating with people that she seems so important.

It's like a cat that you take care of carefully, arrogant, selfish, it doesn't revolve around anyone, the whole world is like nothing in its eyes, but it will be close to you, you are the only one who can touch it, the only one Someone who feeds it and doesn't suffer from vigilant treatment, even if you are just a babysitter to it, shit shoveler, but—

Who would understand that unique and willing feeling?

If she goes away—

What about Sherlock?How was he going to find another roommate, to trust him, to help him, to always be there for him when he was under suspicion—even though he probably didn't need it?

Jian Ruo's throat was a little dry, she cleared her throat, and turned her face away consciously: "...do I have to leave right away?"

"Oh—of course not, the most experienced hunters will wait until the most suitable time to draw the net, we might as well make Achilles happy for a while—" Antonio looked at Jian Ruo meaningfully, "You can use your Stay a little longer, my darling. But it's not what I expected—I mean, won't you be disturbed by the memories of those old fellows when you're with him now?"

It's good that he didn't mention this, but when he mentioned it, Jian Ruo felt genuinely uncomfortable almost reflexively.

She put her face on her hands and frowned: "——Sherlock and I are not the relationship you think."

"Oh, is it?" Antonio said noncommittally, "We can stay until Christmas at the latest, and I hope you can finish everything before then as planned, Jane."

Jian Ruo laughed self-deprecatingly: "Oh——I thought I had the right to make the decision." She sat up straighter, "Then, Christmas—"

—let me stay as long as possible until the last day.

"It's a word."

Antonio picked up the glass and gestured to Jian Ruo. The two touched the glass lightly and drank it down in one gulp.

……

Sherlock is lying on the sofa - this is not surprising, if Jane came back ten times, nine of them he maintained this posture.She was a little upset, closed the door, put on her slippers——

"Has anyone been here?" She asked casually.

"Obviously—I can't think of anyone else who will be here except Mycroft." Sherlock replied with his eyes closed. "Well, I have to say, Jane, your observation skills have improved a lot since you were with me—"

"...Someone actually came here?" Jian Ruo interrupted Sherlock's praise in surprise, "—Actually, I just said it casually." She shrugged, "Okay, what is Mycroft doing here? ?”

"Him? Actually—" Sherlock opened his eyes and pursed his lips, "Oh, I don't know how to tell you, first of all I have to make a statement. This is entirely his opinion and has nothing to do with me, actually The idea of ​​fucking him is stupid, like the weight he's put on lately..."

"Important point. Sherlock." Jian Ruo was a little helpless.

"—well," said Sherlock dryly, "—he wants to invite you to my house for Christmas—I mean, my parents' house, you know."

Jian Ruo froze for a moment, then fell silent.

"Why did you invite me?" she asked Sherlock softly.

"—how would I know?" Sherlock sat up a little annoyed, "You should ask Mycroft this question—well, he will give you multiple explanations, if you insist on picking the most direct reason If so, I think it's because you're my first friend—my parents want to meet you?"

Jane laughed out loud for a moment, she took off her coat, hung it up, and replied to Sherlock casually: "Then he's very wrong—I'm not your friend—"

Sherlock turned back sharply, frowning at her.

Jian Ruo winked at him: "I'm your admirer—"

Sherlock's eyes widened slightly, and he stared at Jian Ruo, as if he wanted to say something, but the next moment, Jian Ruo's expression suddenly changed, and he turned his face to cover his mouth.

Sherlock's eyebrows twitched, and his face darkened at the same time.

—oh, damn it!He knows it! !