[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I opened a dessert shop on Baker Street

"You don't have to be afraid of being alone, I will be with you." Dr. Newman moved his legs and walked to Wensty's side in front of the small round table.

Once, on a rainy night, he walked up to her in the same way and invited her to a light and shadow appointment.

His eyes are still very gentle, like a deep green pool, but the more gentle the eyes, the more it is an illusion. A giant python spit out a letter is hidden in the depths of the deep pool, covered by duckweed on the water.

He stopped a few steps in front of Wensti, and didn't come back, but walked to the other side. He reached the corner of the six-pointed star, stepped on the human body and corpse, and climbed to a high place.

"This is my place," he put his hand in his pocket, pointing to the dead body at his feet, as if introducing an old friend, "This place is full of prominent figures in the past century, politicians, actors, dancers, Music master...but no one is more qualified to belong here than me."

This is the corner of celebrity.

"In terms of notoriety, no one is more qualified than you." Wen Sidi sneered.

He didn't take her sarcasm to heart, so what if he is notorious, that's just the history of mankind. After the "gate of freedom" opens, he will be remembered as the most loyal believer of "God", and his name will be Loaded into the "Theogony", immortalized forever.

The gunshots and the cold wind coming from outside the cave startled the lone bird in the forest, and Dr. Newman's eyes sank.

"My Fangyan, no wonder you bet on love. Your lover is looking for you." Dr. Newman smiled darkly.

Everything was like that rainy night, when the tall curly-haired man appeared, trying to spoil his good business.

But the same thing won't happen a second time.

An interesting idea popped up in his mind. He turned on the headset and spoke to the sniper who had been hiding outside the cave: "Kill the others, and only let a man with curly hair come in."

"Yes, messenger." The sniper took the lead.

"My Fangyan, I don't really care about my reputation in human history, but... I don't know if your lover cares. If he is the one who unlocks the book of the dead, what do you think?"

History is a pretty little girl. He has been communicating with the outside world all the time, and people outside will understand what he means.

Wensti was startled. She looked at Dr. Newman standing among the bones. He was simply a lunatic.

"I hope that we will all be recorded in the annals of history," he smiled comfortably, "I hope that we will all be infamous forever."

When the world changes color, it will be the time for their names to be recorded in the annals of history.

A rush of blood surged through Wensty's body, and she clenched her fists: "I won't let you do this."

Sherlock is innocent, and she won't let him be cast aside in history.

She should have sealed Dr. Newman's mouth long ago, but it was a step too late after all.

The anger in Wensty's heart surged up, she silently chanted a spell, smoke came out from Dr. Newman's feet, and flames burst out with a "thump", but he didn't even dodge it, letting the flames burn his body.

"I have long been an unconscious person. I can't feel any pain, and it can't bring me pain. I am willing to die, but I have to complete the last thing."

He tilted his head:

"Do you still remember the day I confessed my love to you, isn't the rain of flower petals all over the sky very romantic?"

As he said that, he touched the mechanism on his body, and the flowers all over the sky fell down, carrying a strange strong fragrance, covering up the rotten smell in the cave.

Petals of various colors fell on the carrion, revealing a strange beauty. Dr. Newman's body was burned by the flames, but he still opened his arms to welcome them, as if accepting a holy baptism, the petals melted in the flames For a trail of ashes.

His mission was completed, and within a short while, the evil spirit's soul would occupy Wensty's body, and it would voluntarily complete the sacrifice, and the door to freedom would open.

He could already see the "God" behind the door nodding at him, and the "God" was telling him, "You have worked hard."

He showed a rare sincere smile, yes, he has worked hard, and the mission is over.

The indescribable nausea and dizziness surrounded Wensty, she tried her best to resist, but the biting cold was engulfing her body, and her consciousness was fading away...

This time the smell was stronger than before, her dizziness was about to explode, she fell into a lake of icy water, the lake water invaded her nasal cavity, and she sank to the bottom of the lake bit by bit.

No, I have to get out of here.

Wensty braced himself and ran outside, but just after taking two steps, his legs seemed to be bound by vines, and he collapsed to the ground.

Looking back, Dr. Newman pointed the gun at her. Her leg was bleeding profusely, and the pain made her more unconscious.

The flames had already scorched Dr. Newman's body. Half of his face had been burned and blackened, but he remained motionless, standing where he thought he should be, smiling and watching Wensty struggling, his Fangyan It was really surprising, she didn't stop walking away, her legs had no strength, and she had to crawl away from this place even if she was crawling.

Humans are far stronger than he thought.

There was a burst of gunfire coming from his earphones, like ceremonial firecrackers.

The sniper was reporting to him: "Messenger, I'm afraid we won't be able to resist, should we retreat?"

"Don't retreat, the mission has been completed."

Winsty stopped crawling, and a red light came into her eyes.

Doctors Newman don’t know whether there are still people listening to him outside, whether they are not flinching, but it doesn’t matter, even if the group of trash outside left to save their lives, it just proved once again that human beings have no credibility at all.

His voice was already hoarse, but his voice was full of joy: "Martyr, God will remember our names."

After that, he closed his eyes peacefully, activated the mechanism that had been installed on his body long ago, and with a "bang", his body scorched by the flames exploded into many pieces. Only in this way can he truly die.

Mission accomplished, he took his own life.

His body was scattered in every corner of the cave, and the flames spread, burning the bones and carrion in the cave all the way, blocking the way to the exit.

At the end of the fire, a piece of black windbreaker flickered.

"He seems to be your lover. What's his name?"

A sharp voice appeared in Wensty's mind, like an awl piercing a stake, eerie and eerie.

She was still familiar with this voice.

When I first heard it, the sky was covered with charcoal-black clouds, the wind was blowing hard, and it brought the smell of wild apples in the mountain jungle.

Her friend Anna, with her twisted body, red eyes, and a grin on her lips, made a sound that didn't belong to her.

is it.

It was not the original Wensty Adams that resided in this body of Wensty, it had always been it.

It traveled through time and space, and came with her.

"Stupid human beings, stop trying to struggle, obediently entrust this body to me. The body blessed by the devil is a good container, and it has been occupied by you for too long."

The rain of flower petals falls from the top of the mountain in circles, like a never-ending rotation.

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Sherlock found his girlfriend in the flames, and she curled up in a pile, trembling uncontrollably.

The flames burned wantonly and freely, and the road leading between them was engulfed in flames.

Mycroft blocked Sherlock with one hand. He knew very well that Sherlock's rationality had been defeated by the fire in front of him. If he didn't stop Sherlock, he would really rush into the flames desperately.

"Get someone to put out the fire at once," said Mycroft to his men.

"Yes, sir."

The flames brought a climax, and everyone's faces were flushed red from the smoke.

In the jubilant flames, a thin figure stood up slowly. She was in the center of the flames, and the flames danced around her, but she didn't hurt her at all, and even her clothes weren't burned.

"Winsty..." Sherlock called out her name cautiously.

"She's not Winsty," said Mycroft.

The person standing in the middle of the flames was not Wensty, he was absolutely sure, even though she had the same face as Wensty, she was definitely not the Wensty who could make good desserts.

Her eyes are red.

No, to be more precise, one eye has completely turned crimson, and the other eye is still half black.

In that half of the blackness, a frail soul is struggling unyieldingly.

That soul has been forced off the cliff, but is still holding on to a dead grass on the cliff.

She didn't know how long she could hold on.

"Winsty..."

She heard a familiar voice, and a blue butterfly flew to her side.

Sherlock ignored Mycroft's words. Even if he said a thousand times that the person standing in the firelight was not Wensty, he would not believe it. He still said to the person in the firelight: "Winsty Adams, Tomorrow is my birthday, why don't you make your birthday cake?"

The butterfly she sent out to find him flew back to her.

He came surrounded by butterflies, carrying the fragrance of the whole spring.

Send a basket of spring breath to her.

He came with Dusk. He was wearing a knee-length black trench coat with sharp eyes, like a young eagle standing in the setting sun.

He was sent by the moon, and he would hold her hand and run with her under the round and bright moonlight.

He will also walk with the evening wind and the moist air after the rain, and will take out a white rose under the street lamp that catches her off guard.

Of course, we can’t forget that he once drove her through the streets and alleys of London. When he solves the case, he speaks so fast that the train can’t catch up. He can play beautiful violin music, and he will be as happy as a child when he is praised... …

Lingdie flew back to her side.

"Sherlock..."

"No amount of struggle is wishful thinking, this body will be mine sooner or later." It reminded her to avoid useless struggle.

It was really noisy.

Winsty covered her ears, and although it was useless, she yelled at him, "Sherlock!"

She could see his blue eyes blown by the wind, where there was the purest sea.

There is a red flame burning in the sea.

"Shoot," she uttered every word with great force. She couldn't hold on for long, so she could only grit her teeth, "Shoot at me."

The lifting of the seal of the Book of the Dead requires voluntary sacrifices, and the infusion of demon spirits also requires the blood of mortals.

He is such a smart person, he must still remember that she once said that death at the hands of others is not considered a voluntary dedication.

The people there didn't respond.

There is not much time left for her, but if this body is occupied by the spirit of the evil spirit, everything will be irreversible.

"Sherlock, I love today so it's my birthday, shoot me and end this."

There was a smile on her lips: "This is my birthday wish."

The author has something to say: I am afraid that everyone will be too sad, so I will give you red envelopes.

I still hope everyone will remember that this is a sweet article.

感谢在2020-05-2115:39:41~2020-05-2121:31:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of gift from the elf;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!