[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

"Are you still Jane?" Antonio stared at the woman in front of him. She leaned against the window with her chin resting on her back, silently looking into the distance. Antonio could only see her side face, her black eyes shone slightly, and her smooth skin It showed an abnormal white color - her face was expressionless, until she heard him finish saying this sentence, she slightly raised the corners of her lips, and looked over from the side.

"Yes." She smiled without hesitation, with deep smiles in her eyes, "I'm Jane."

……

"Hey! Sherlock! What's this?" Watson turned around in the living room a little irritably, and suddenly noticed Mr. Skull placed on the table-it looked the same as before, but because of In a certain way, he has never carefully looked at Sherlock's strange..."friend", but just now he confirmed that he saw a flash of gold in Mr. Skull's sunken eyes.

Sherlock glanced back indifferently, and quickly turned back: "Oh, that's Mr. Skull—do I have to introduce you again?"

"No. It's not—" Watson shook his head, frowned, and moved forward to move the skull. He suspected that it was an inconspicuous monitor, or something else—since that happened last time, he There is a sense of unease and vigilance that is being monitored all the time.But this time he really thought too much—it was not what he thought, but a golden bell, a little faded, lying quietly right under the skull.

"God." He picked up the bell and made a sound, Sherlock turned his head sharply, he looked a little nervous: "If I were you, I wouldn't be so rash to pick up something I've never seen before— —”

"Actually, I've seen quite a few of these Christmas bells," Watson keenly sensed something was wrong, "—Hey, Sherlock, you seem a little nervous—"

"That's not an ordinary bell." Sherlock stared straight at the golden bell in his hand, "—it's a sacred object of a cult organization, and according to legend, it has the effect of curse."

"..." Sherlock's unhesitating tone added a bit of credibility to the absurd words, Watson silently put it down, and then he was a little strange, "If that's the case, why are you holding it now—— "

"Use your dull brain well, even if you divert your enthusiasm for your girlfriend to it?" Sherlock didn't hesitate, "—obviously, I've been cursed."

"!" Watson was tongue-tied, "...so is that organization severely frustrated by you now?"

Sherlock turned around and continued with the experiment: "Oh no—their leader escaped—"

"..."

"—and haven't been back to England until now."

……

Mexico.

The scorching sun was shining brightly, and people were lazily silent, half-closed and resting their eyes.The buzzing of the flies was annoying for no reason. Occasionally, one or two people would slap them heavily, but the flies would deftly avoid them and fly swaggeringly.

The glamorous proprietress raised her eyelids, shook her head, and slowly filled a glass of wine for the Asian at the bar.This man has short hair, but he is dressed tightly in this weather, with a lazy smile on his face.

"Have you heard?" The proprietress winked at the other party, "The group of idiots on the other side didn't get anything in the end, and they were looking for someone to spread fire—that spider, Moriarty, who set up a fool would know The farce, played with everyone with ease."

"Do you think the key he mentioned doesn't exist at all?" The other party picked up his glass and took a sip, his voice hoarse and indescribably sexy.

"Whether it exists or not, everyone who knows the truth is dead now, Moriarty is dead, and that little British detective... is also dead." She said this, couldn't help laughing, and slightly covered her lips at this time , getting closer, "This is just a waste of water from the bamboo basket——"

"Little British detective?" the man repeated.

"Don't tell me you haven't heard of it, it's the one—the one who committed suicide by jumping off the building, what's his name—Charlotte? Sherlock Holmes. My dear—" She approached cheerfully, sticking to it ambiguously The Asian man's ears blew gently, "You haven't come for a long time, I miss you so much."

The other party was not moved at all: "This name sounds familiar."

"Whoever's name sounds familiar to you, could it be that he is your former little lover?" The proprietress looked at the person in front of her reproachfully.

"Are you jealous?" The man shook his wine glass with great interest, "Why do you women always act like this—"

"Aren't you a woman too? Dear—" The proprietress smiled half a smile, but the man's movements suddenly stopped.

"However, I am sure of this," she slowly raised her head, her eyes filled with indescribable coldness, "—I am a man." The landlady's face paled, and she felt her fingers trembling slightly, but But she didn't understand what happened at all—this man had always been gentle, smiling, with a kind of careless laziness, but now he had an indescribable killing intent.Amazing momentum.

The atmosphere was inexplicably stagnant.

The door was pushed open suddenly, and a scruffy bearded man staggered in.

"A glass of brandy." His voice was low, with a strong southern accent.

He looked over here as if inadvertently, but the next moment he froze in place.The proprietress panicked to get out of the atmosphere just now, and went to get the brandy without saying anything.

She was still holding the glass of wine, took a sip, and then looked coldly at the man who had been staring at her. He slowly walked over and sat beside her.

"You look familiar." She said casually.

"—Is this a flirtation?" His voice was rough, with an indescribable meaning.

She looked at this man with some surprise, and looked him up and down: "...you are very courageous. But I am in a good mood recently," she put down her glass, "...too lazy to care about it."

The other party did not speak, and the proprietress brought up the brandy.

The two were silent, each finishing their drinks.I don't know if it's her illusion, this glass of wine is really long, it reminds me of many things in the past.

Such a quiet atmosphere inexplicably made her feel very comfortable. She didn't speak, and neither did the sloppy man. She could feel that he looked at her several times.

But nothing was said.

This is really strange. —Did they really know each other before?But for an old antique like her, everyone she knew should be dead, right?She took another sip of wine, thinking of the disbelief in that man's eyes when she personally killed her, she smiled slightly.

——Alvaro actually chose such a gullible fool as heir?It was too easy to kill him.

The man sitting next to him finally stood up, his voice hoarse, and he paid the bill in a low voice.Jane Ruo turned a blind eye, lowered her eyes quietly, and stared at the table in a daze.

Something was peeling off from her heart—she didn't know what it was, it seemed to be something indifferent, but it made people feel a little pain.

——Who did the man she killed originally think she was?She thought about it casually, her thoughts kept wandering, empty and empty, maybe she should go somewhere else—anywhere, anything.She has never felt such a vast freedom. There are no people she is familiar with in this world, and she has nothing to worry about.

Where should I go?She remembered the place name mentioned by the proprietress just now—how about England?

The chair next to her was pushed away, and the bearded man suddenly asked her, as if on a whim, "May I know your name?"

Jian Ruo paused, she slowly put the wine glass in her hand on the table, and slowly raised her head to look at this man - his face was almost covered by his hair and beard, only a pair of beautiful gray Eyes, blooming with a different kind of light.

He's just a bum.

Thinking of this, she slightly smiled at the other party: "...my name? I don't have a name. However, for convenience, I often let others call me 'Antonio'."

In fact, this article is written earlier than the previous one, but it would be better to put it after the previous one. …

A long time ago, I promised a certain child's BE line.After thinking for a long time, I finally wrote this side story, okay, a certain kid, are you still satisfied with what you see? (*/ω╲*)

If Jane does not succeed in killing other consciousnesses, then she will become a "god" who is nobody.She must be lying when she says "I'm Jane" just to get the better of the kill.

She and Sherlock will only part ways, and she will be extremely free, but also rootless duckweed.

There is no salvation.

She is already a completely different person.

spread.If there is a side story, maybe I will continue to play it in the future. I will write something interesting when I think of it. I am busy recently. I don’t know when the next one will be_(:з」∠)_

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