quiet place

"I'm sorry, Jimny, to keep you waiting," Victoria returned to the house. Jimny had already made two cups of black tea, and he put the remaining black cake on the plate, next to the black tea. So considerate!"

"No, this is what I should do. I didn't have time to tell you in advance, so I came here directly," Jimny smiled shyly, a bit of shyness and embarrassment flashed on his white and tender cheeks, "I hope I didn't give What inconvenience did you cause?"

"Of course not, Jimny, I'm very happy that you can come, but I really didn't expect that you have been in the UK all the time. After all, your letters are sent from different countries. If I knew that you had been in the UK, I would definitely will come to you."

Victoria was a little excited to see her childhood companion whom she had not seen for a long time, and she talked a lot at once.

"Oh! Letter!" Jimny grinned happily. "The letter was indeed sent to you from various countries. My job requires me to travel frequently. When I was in England, I had no time to contact you."

"Oh! That's really..." What a pity.

"Jimney, have you resigned now?" If you can contact her now, there should be some changes.

"Well, I found a more charismatic leader. I will be happier following him, and I don't have to suppress myself." Jimny's eyes were shining with longing and excitement, which seemed to be shining.

"Oh! That's wonderful! I'm so happy for you!"

Victoria smiled softly and looked at Jimny with joy.

No, she won't be happy, Victoria retorted to herself silently in her heart.

She noticed that his sitting posture was always vigilant. Of course he was not vigilant against her. He was vigilant against Sherlock Holmes next door. He knew that Mr. Detective might have noticed his presence when she just went to deliver the cakes. up.

Jimny knows Sherlock, knows the weak friendship she has with Sherlock, and more importantly, she can feel a strange feeling from Jimny, a bit like the feeling she felt when she visited her grandparents in prison.

Victoria had always hated this feeling.

"It seems that you are really smart, Victoria, and that's right. Otherwise, how could Holmes have friendship with you? They despise all ordinary people and wish they could avoid the crowd all the time." Jimny folded his hands and propped his chin , looking at Victoria with interest.

"Jimny, don't you want to try this delicious little cake? It's been a long time since I've cooked it myself."

Victoria raised her eyes and looked at Jimny calmly, not surprised by his words.

"Don't waste it."

"of course."

The Jimny was elegantly paired with black tea and finished off three cakes.

He wiped his mouth, stood up, and expressed his admiration and admiration for Victoria's craftsmanship.

"I don't even know now, this gift," Jimny took out a box from the pocket of the suit lining, "should I give it to you."

"After all, once this game starts, it won't end so easily."

"I take it," Victoria said, thinking of a man she had met at Mr. Holmes, a mischievous and mischievous gentleman. "I think you can go away."

Victoria finally remembered what the scent of Jimny was, and it was exactly the same scent as that evil gentleman.

Jimny was imitating that gentleman.

"Good luck, Jimny."

Just as Jimny unscrewed the door and was about to leave, Victoria suddenly said this.

Jimny looked back, a little surprised, and finally just chuckled. He thought that it was Victoria who really needed good luck.

"Box!!!"

Just after Jimny left for a while, Sherlock's voice came from the next window upstairs, and he just finished enjoying Victoria's cake and Watson's coffee.

Victoria licked her lips. Damn Sherlock, he knew Jimny's identity and allowed him to break into her room on purpose.

It's like Big Sherlock Holmes knew the identity of that gentleman and allowed him to obtain Sherlock's information.

Victoria went upstairs, picked up the box, didn't look at it, and threw it into Sherlock's room through the open window.

"damn it!"

The first time Victoria heard Sherlock's distraught voice, she froze for a moment, then looked through the window to his room.

Sherlock still kept throwing things out.

What sounded in her ears was the sound of bombs/bombs. Victoria saw Sherlock shouting something to her, but she only felt that her ears were tingling, and she couldn't hear anything.

The pungent smell of gunpowder, with a strong smell of sulfur, rushed into her nose along the airflow.

Victoria blinked, and a shock force lifted her into the air, and she soared into the air, as if she could no longer fall.

"Victoria!!"

I don't know how long it took, Victoria, who opened her eyes dully, heard Watson's terrified cry. She couldn't feel the pain, but she felt that maybe she had lost some body part.

Otherwise, why would Watson show an unacceptable expression?

It took Victoria a long time to recuperate.

"I didn't expect it to be true that the so-called nobles have some petty fetishes."

The corners of Sherlock's mouth curled up mockingly, he was referring to the incident when Victoria cut herself open before, he could see at a glance how the wound on her stomach was caused.

"You know, I didn't expect that either."

Victoria smiled helplessly. She really didn't understand how she did it. Maybe it was the same as the two identical faces that appeared when she turned around. It was an illusion.

After all, she really thought that what she cut open was Babylon's body.

"Victoria, are you okay?"

Watson opened the door of the ward and put the fruit plate on the bedside. He looked at Victoria and tried to analyze her physical condition. He was a doctor after all.

"I'm fine, I should be able to go back in a few days."

"No, you can't go back."

Sherlock spread his hands in feigned resignation.

"Fatty is going to send you to Sweden, he said there is more suitable for recuperating."

"Okay."

Victoria couldn't think of any reason why she could refuse Mr. Big Holmes's offer. This game was beyond her reach, and she looked down at her empty right leg.

Watson's astonishment at the time was Victoria's broken and twisted right leg. After all, the doctor failed to save it. As the operation continued, they discussed that the best solution was to abandon it and let Victoria live. They I've tried my best to give her as much as possible.

"Are you going to quit?"

Sherlock looked at Victoria with dissatisfaction. She had obviously joined the game. He didn't think Victoria was someone who would worry about dying.

"Oh! Mr. Holmes, I regret my life."

Victoria reached out, picked up a piece of banana, and chewed it slowly.

"boring!"

Sherlock glared at Victoria, got up, and left the ward. He was crazy to waste his time here thinking they were allies.

"Hey! Sherlock!" Watson shouted to Sherlock who left with the wind, and then sighed helplessly. He looked at Victoria again, "You don't have to pay too much attention to what he said, you know him."

"Of course, I just," Victoria thought about the wording, "I just want to live until he dies, you know, the game between them hurts too many people, I don't think I can bear it, let alone ..."

"My mental state was a little bit wrong a while ago. If I don't care about it and accompany Sherlock to mess around, I should be the next person he will send to prison."

"Oh! Victoria!" Watson looked at Victoria in surprise, she looked normal, even better than he imagined, "Is something wrong? Oh! If it's inconvenient, you don't have to tell me of!"

"It's nothing inconvenient," Victoria chuckled, "it's my mother, she passed away."

"Not long ago, the words she left me were somewhat different from my way of handling things, which caused me a lot of trouble." Victoria analyzed herself in front of Watson, not because Watson was a someone you can trust.

Watson will unconsciously reveal what she told him in front of Sherlock, and she doesn't want to leave any bad impression in Sherlock's heart.

She swears that Sherlock definitely took to heart her desire to clean his room, he was a vindictive guy.

Not to mention the escape this time.

Maybe it would be a little easier if Sherlock could think of her as a normal person like everyone else.

She is not Watson, she has too many thoughts, she cannot gain Sherlock's trust.