[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

082.

"Tick, tick..."

Panting, she leaned feebly against the wall and slid down along the wall——

too tired.

This kind of tireless escape, like a bereaved dog, is unimaginable—her face showed a bit of ferocity—that man is not dead, and the information they got and all their actions are like a funny show—— —Ha, maybe while they kept expanding, that guy was hiding in the dark, watching everything silently and mockingly—

She is not reconciled.

She was injured. A few days ago, the rebellion within the organization once again declared the failure of the godslayers. Those traitors had already used the contradictions caused by the expansion of the organization to eliminate many dissidents. The return of that man completely tore them apart. gone to disguise—

What a familiar process!This is clearly a historical reenactment of Godslayer's betrayal—what a drama!

Her body trembled slightly, and she knew what that guy was thinking—that lunatic wanted to use this method to get revenge, even though it had happened in the last century, he still hadn't forgotten it.

She calmed down slightly, she was waiting, even if it might be death.

"Da, da, da..." Footsteps sounded in the darkness.

"——Antonio." There was some hatred unconsciously in her voice, "...you are finally here."

"I promised you when we first met," the deep male voice was accompanied by a clean reloading sound, "I will come to see you in person before you die." He paused, "—I heard You call yourself 'Nine'?"

Jiu sneered, she leaned against the wall and sat up straighter: "What? Don't you think this number matches me well?"

"Don't challenge my patience, dear." His voice was as cold as a pale wall, without the slightest fluctuation.

"Patience? Ha, hahahahaha——" Jiu laughed, and his voice became more and more miserable in the empty darkness, "This sentence sounds very familiar. Didn't you warn me like that when we first met? Mine? And then—I was ruined by you. Because you are unlucky yourself, so you let everyone experience this unhappiness—you hate your predecessors, but in the end, you also share with them Same, no, even better, you are a crazy—ah!!" Her head sank heavily.

"I like this gun very much." He loaded it slowly, "It's quiet enough, isn't it? Don't worry, you are a good girl. As a generous god, I am willing to grant your wish as your last wish. How about it? ?”

She pressed the wound firmly, gnashing her teeth: "...I want you to die."

"That's not okay, my girl, please change your wish, for example - what kind of coffin do you want after you die?"

Jiu stared at the position of the voice: "What if I say, I don't want to die by your hands?"

"Oh, that's a lovely wish." He sighed softly, "—I have no reason not to grant you. In fact—"

"boom--"

Almost at the same moment as the sound of bullets sounded, he dodged subconsciously, and there was an inaudible sound of bullets firing from another direction at the same time.

"Da, da, da, da..." The footsteps stopped not far from him.Antonio sighed.

Nine was dead, the same moment she tried to sneak up and shoot.

"She's really not a good girl, is she?" Antonio said towards the direction where the footsteps stopped. "But I thought you wouldn't let it go, my dear—don't you know each other?"

"Really?" A female voice sounded, casually, "Is there such a thing?"

Antonio narrowed his eyes: "Oh—that's not important."

He paused for a while, and the two of them were silent at the same time in the darkness, like the inside and outside of a mirror, with a different kind of weirdness.

"...are you still Jane?" he asked.

no answer.

……

Sherlock paused for a moment while holding the whip, he frowned, for some reason, suddenly coughed and cleared his throat.

Jasmine Amber, who was always paying attention to this side, looked at Sherlock nervously for a moment: "Oh——Sherlock, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Sherlock put down his whip, expressionless.

"It looks a bit troublesome—I mean, do you need my help?" Jasmine stood aside uncomfortably, expressing her thoughts awkwardly, "Although I don't know the specific situation, but I can To help you—you know..."

"Great, Molly." Sherlock interrupted Molly without hesitation. "I'll have a report on these bruises in 10 minutes - just like before." He started to walk outside.

Jasmine's face was a little red, she took a step forward, and raised her hand to try to stop Sherlock: "Uh—wait! Sherlock, I heard... I heard that you are going to move soon?" She bit her lip, wiggling her fingers. , "...Are you moving to London? This is great - I mean! It will be much more convenient to do the experiment..." She stared at Sherlock, who had no superfluous expression and stood quietly Staring at her there without a trace of emotion, he had clearly seen through what she wanted to say, but out of a kind of rare gentleness, he didn't stop Jasmine from continuing.

Encouraged, her blush increased, she took a deep breath, and looked bravely into Sherlock's eyes: "...London houses are not very easy to find-but near my house..."

"I've found it." Sherlock still interrupted her, "221B Baker Street, I'm about to move things in—"

Jasmine's words got stuck in her throat, she blushed and lowered her head, obviously already familiar with this situation: "...Okay." Her voice was very soft, "I mean, this is very good."

Sherlock paused for a while. At this moment, he suddenly remembered something from a long time ago. The room in the memory palace that was locked by countless locks was suddenly opened, and countless memories emerged.

——This is really unusual, he doesn't even know what the trigger point is.

Sherlock looked away, and said as if nothing had happened: "Oh—— Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered that I would go back to Oxford today, Jasmine, and send me the report after I finish it." He turned and left the place without hesitation. It's not a big autopsy room.

Only Jasmine Amber was left with a hesitant expression.

……

Oxford is still the same as before, with a different aloofness from London.It doesn't seem to have changed much, those Chinese restaurants, those crowded and small bookstores, the sky is as blue and shiny as ever, the wall is full of creepers, and the young people riding bicycles are not the same group as before. The couples in the hotel are still lingering, the lights in warm colors, the traffic lights are alternately lit, and the cheerful old man on the roadside plays a Christmas song-an old-fashioned tune, Sherlock glanced over there indifferently, and suddenly remembered The Chinese version sung by the woman.

—that's why he didn't like going back to Oxford, and he didn't like Christmas any more.

Every road, every street lamp, and every shop, his memory is far beyond that of ordinary people. For others, the memory that has long been blurred, to him is as clear as what happened yesterday.

Jane Ruo.

He recited the name slowly as if aftertaste, and his heart moved slightly, as if a corner was gently pressed.

—if that's what the woman was aiming for, she succeeded.

His face became colder and colder, and when he thought about going back to that house, he felt a little complicated for a while.

He hasn't been back for a long time—

There was a layer of dust in the room, and everything was still in the state when he last left.

Jane didn't take anything with her when she left, blankets, pillows, teacups——

Sherlock was expressionless. He threw all the things he needed into the box, and kept all the things he didn't need in their original state. The simple and rough handling made him pack things up very fast.In almost a short while, he had sorted everything out.

The golden bell was quietly placed on the table, Sherlock looked at it for a while, then threw it into the cardboard box.

--great.

He exhaled lightly, and slowly scanned his surroundings.

Mr. Skull lay quietly on the top. Sherlock took it down and looked at it for a while.

"...Best friend." He said to Mr. Skull.

It is much more loyal than a goldfish.That's what the best friend is - putting it below someone is the funniest mistake he's ever made.

He was in deep thought when the doorbell rang suddenly.

Sherlock was taken aback for a moment, turned his head abruptly, frowned and stared at the door——

He put down Mr. Skull and walked towards the door.

——A familiar figure appeared in front of his eyes.

Sherlock paused.

"Hey! Sherlock!" Lestrade walked up and patted Sherlock on the shoulder happily. "I'm here to help you move! Oh—to be honest, it's my first time here! This is The place you lived with Jane in the past—" He stuck for a while, shrugged, "I said it at will."

Sherlock frowned, and slapped Lestrade's hand away with a look of disgust: "...Obviously that fat man told you again—I don't need help, Lestrade."

"Come on, Sherlock, no one needs help." Lestrade looked at Sherlock with a rare serious face, "I know how much you don't want to come back here - I feel the same way, you know years ago When I broke up with my girlfriend..."

Sherlock smiled: "You can shut up, Lestrade."

"Honestly, I didn't expect you to be such a lover, Sherlock."

Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"...so, this time you plan to rent a house by yourself?" Lestrade shrugged, "221B Baker Street, God, the rent in that place is not cheap—"

"If you can use your brain." Sherlock smiled, "—obviously I'm going to find a roommate..."

"God! Are you going to find someone to replace Jane?" Lestrade interrupted him with a look of surprise.

"...if only I could find a roommate." Sherlock paused before finishing the second half of the sentence, "I'm assuming you're here to help and not ask these stupid and meaningless questions - Lestrade Well, I do feel sorry for Scotland Yard - they picked you as their leader and you seem to be a short general -" He smirked, "Obviously Scotland Yard is a charity set up by the British government - how great it is! Scotland Yard really go all out to help people with disabilities find employment."

"..."

—Is it too late to turn around and leave now? ? ? ? ! ! !

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Sherlock, your name is duplicity.

_(:з"∠)_Baker Street appeared in the early stage, and Jane and Sherlock also discussed that this place is suitable for living, remember?

The next chapter, should it be the end?