quiet place

She obediently went to Victoria, Sweden, looked at the scenery with different styles, and slowly adjusted her emotions. She swore that she still prefers cold weapons.

The explosion still left her with too much shock.

As Victoria walked down the street with her well-adapted prosthetic leg, wondering when Mr. Big Holmes would be picking her up, she received a letter from England.

It was from the gentleman the Jimny was imitating.

It was a tape, and the content inside was divided into two parts. The first half was the death process of Jimny, and the second half was the death process of him and Sherlock.

The gentleman's name was James Moriarty.

He is a famous criminal consultant. She has heard his name and knows his ability. She does not believe that Sherlock will die, but, but that is James Moriarty!

Victoria stared blankly at the screen that had stopped playing. It showed Sherlock lying in a pool of blood. It looked terribly tragic, with his skin torn apart, and she could even feel the pain.

"Mr. Holmes," Victoria called the number left by Mr. Big Holmes for the first time, "Is Sherlock all right?"

"You know?" Big Mr. Holmes' voice was low and sounded a bit oppressed, "You should be able to catch up with the funeral when you pack your things and come back now."

Victoria stood in the rain.

There seemed to be a tragic and magnificent tune in my ears.

All the deeds about Sherlock Holmes emerged one by one.

"Don't change your expression," Big Mr. Holmes still couldn't bear to see Victoria like this. How could his worrisome younger brother He De be loved by such a lady, and he believed that Victoria was more able to control his emotions than Watson Feeling emotional, so he put Victoria's shoulders and leaned into her ear, "He's not dead."

Victoria blinked and nodded slightly.

She was still very sad, but she didn't look like she was crying, maybe the raindrops were the perfect cover.

It was Victoria's turn to step forward.She walked to Sherlock's tombstone, raised her hand, her slender white fingers lightly touched the dark and cold stone slab.

"Hope everything is fine with you."

Victoria paused for a moment, she turned, and with tears dripping down, she walked back to Mr. Holmes, who shook her hand, comforted her, and told her—she was doing well.

Watson, who didn't know it, shed tears of pain. He covered his mouth, leaned his head on Mary's shoulder, and shrugged his shoulders.

Victoria kept staring at Sherlock's name.

finally... still...

Victoria slowly withdrew her hand from Mr. Holmes's.

Victoria frowned.

Victoria cried softly.

She couldn't take it, Victoria thought.

Victory suddenly ran to the tombstone.

Victoria bumped her fair forehead against the sharp corner of the tombstone.

Victoria's temple was struck.

Blood was streaming from Victoria's head.

Victoria cried out in pain.

Victoria twisted her gradually cooling body.

Victoria stopped breathing.

Victoria St. Rigg died on the same day as Sherlock Holmes.

"Do not!!!!"

Watson ran to Victoria, and he hugged Victoria. The pain was so intense that he felt his heart being grabbed, his breathing became difficult, and his eyes began to turn black.

"Watson!" Mary guarded Watson in despair. She knew how painful it was, as she had experienced.

Mycroft Holmes remained where he was.

why?

Big Mr. Holmes couldn't understand, he had already told her that Sherlock was still alive.

why?

The rain was pattering down.

The wind blows, bringing a coolness that seeps into the bone marrow.

Far away in an unknown country, a person opened a letter, and he maintained the posture of reading the letter for a long time.

He put down the letter.

He stood in front of the window, looking at the gorgeous scenery under the scorching sun.

He was silent for a long time.

"Goodbye."

later.

Sherlock walked to his tombstone alone, which is now her tombstone. The land that was once watered by blood bloomed a flower that can be seen everywhere.

Mycroft specifically told people not to clean it up.

Sherlock thought about Watson's wedding that just ended, and then thought about Victoria's bright forest green eyes.

He remembered his days on campus, and he hadn't erased those memories.

Maybe that's useful.

Sherlock Holmes still has his life to go on.

But he reserved a room for Victoria in the Hall of Memory.

Together with Mycroft, he settled all the matters related to St. Rigg, and also dealt with a man named William and a man named Babylon incidentally.

Sherlock also knows that on the other side of the ocean, there is a man named Strange, who sent him a letter, which is a postcard left by Victoria.

She asked him to give it to him after she died.

It says so on the postcard.

【I love yous omuch that I lost myself.】