In the early morning light, Wensty had already boarded a long-distance train.

Last night, under a full moon, the Great Elder told Wensty: "No one knows if he is still alive, and there has been no news of him for a long time."

History has changed. The Sherlock Holmes recorded in the history books of the witcher is no longer the villain who unraveled the seal of the Book of the Dead. He has always used this name and published many papers on exorcising the dead with science and technology. He has an unparalleled reputation .

Although this isn't good news, it's definitely not bad either. At least the Great Elder didn't categorically say that Sherlock is no longer alive.

Wensty released the spirit butterfly and asked the spirit butterfly to find Sherlock for her as she did when she was a child. She sat by the window and waited the whole night. Before the spirit butterfly flew back, she was very nervous, doing All kinds of guesses, the more guesses, the more outrageous.

Finally, the spirit butterflies came back. They flapped their wings and flew around the house three times, and brought back an address she didn't expect: the back hill of Broome Town.

She knew the place all too well.

Wensti left a letter to the First Elder and Anna, and she wrote in the letter that she was going to find Sherlock.In the morning, Anna and her little sisters went to ask Winsty to have breakfast. They were all curious about her. What happened to her yesterday opened their eyes. There must be many secrets hidden in this mysterious woman. They want to spy.

A group of girls came to Wensti's door noisily, knocked on the door, and shouted into the room: "Please come to have breakfast with us."

But no one in the room answered.

Anna repeated the same words again, raising her voice a few decibels, but there was no sound of footsteps in the room.

The little sisters looked at each other, is she not up yet?

An outspoken little girl said: "She has been asleep for so long, why hasn't she had enough sleep?"

The other answered her: "Maybe sleeping a lot is her life habit."

"Is she going to sleep forever like before?"

"possible."

The little girls finally decided to barge in and wake her up no matter how soundly she slept.

But when a group of people broke into the house, they found that there was no one lying on the bed at all, the bed was neatly made, there was not even a wrinkle on the sheets, and there was no sign of her in the room.

"Here is a letter."

Anna found the letter Wensty had left on the table, with her name written on the envelope so she could open it.

"What was written in the letter?"

"She said she had gone to see Mr. Holmes," said Anna.

"Mr. Holmes... is Sherlock Holmes who was awarded the honorary Witcher Medal?"

"It should be him."

"Well, we should persuade her. How many people have gone to Mr. Holmes over the years, but how many have returned without success."

"Yes, I heard from some people who came back to find Mr. Holmes that the address of the Spirit Butterfly guide is completely wrong."

"You are talking nonsense," a little girl stood up to defend Lingdie, "how could Lingdie make mistakes!"

"But it's true. Those people said that the address they directed was a dilapidated manor, and no one lived there for a long time. How could Mr. Holmes be there?"

In this little girl's mind, Mr. Holmes, who has won the Witcher Medal of Honor, should live in an elegant and luxurious manor to spend his old age.

The little sister chattered non-stop, but Anna never expressed her opinion. Looking at the small round fonts on the letter, she always felt that she was familiar with that woman's handwriting.

And, she thought, the woman would find Mr. Holmes.

Wensti has already arrived at the foot of Broome Town, she doesn't recognize the town anymore, the shops on the street have completely changed, the current Broome Town is in and out of the quaint Broome Town in her memory It was extraordinarily large, like any modern city, like a rapidly rotating movie lens, and everything around her made her feel dazed.

A well-meaning person saw that she was a foreigner, and gave her a broome town travel guide.

Things have changed, and when she returned to her hometown, she actually had to read travel guides.

Wensty followed the travel guide up the mountain. Although the road surface had been repaired, fortunately the mountain road was still this mountain road, and there were dense forests around it. The sun slanted in, casting shadows on the road.

The uneasy feeling of waiting for the return of the spirit butterfly came back to her heart last night, but it was not exactly the same as that of last night. A more suitable term for her current mood should be called "feeling timid near the hometown".

As she walked, Adams Manor was in front of her.

The quaint town of Broome has become a bustling urban town, and the road up the mountain has been repaired, but the manor in front of us is still the same as it was 50 years ago, broken and gloomy, with no leaves on the trees, and the yard is bare Yes, all the plants are dead, and there is a mist over the manor.

It's a beautiful thing to see for the first time about the decadence that the family is after.

Adams Manor is still Adams Manor, but she cannot enter her home without a key.

Ring the doorbell?

But where was the doorbell at Adams Manor?What is attached to the door is just a decoration.

Winsty stood at the gate of Adams Manor, not knowing what to do for a moment.She didn't notice that a slender branch quietly reached behind her, wrapped around her waist, and rolled her up in the air.

"Gary!"

Winsty was involved in Adams Manor.

The branch stretched back, and Winsty stood under the tree, raised her head and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

The two branches are connected together, making a tick.

"You know who I am," she said in surprise, and Gary recognized her. "That's great."

Winsty's nose was sore, she rubbed her eyes, holding back the tears that were about to well up in her eyes.

"who are you?"

Winsty heard a crisp voice, which came from the main entrance of the old castle. There stood a little boy, not very tall, with a fleshy face, soft and white, wearing black clothes, Like white rice balls wrapped in seaweed.

He looked at Winsty curiously.

Winsty looked at him, thinking of Pugsley as a child.

She turned to face him: "Then who are you?"

"My name is Friday." He introduced himself.

"So you were born on Friday." Winsty smiled knowingly. After so many years, the way the family members named their names has not changed.

"My name is……"

"Winsty!" Freddy answered, one step ahead of her.

Winsty was surprised: "You recognize me?"

Freddy's little head shook like a rattle, and he said, "I don't know you, it's just... grandpa said that Gary only listens to Winsty, and he only rolls her up."

For this reason, he once wanted to change his name to Wensti.

"Is your name really Winsty?"

"Yes, my real name is Winsty."

Freddy clapped his hands and looked very happy: "My aunt is also named Winsty."

Although the name aunt sounded weird, Wensty knew who the little boy in front of him was. He was Pugsley's grandson.

It is also her grandson.

Her seniority has suddenly become so high.

Freddy felt that the elder sister in front of her looked at him suddenly with a little more love like a grandfather. She waved for him to come over, squatted down, and asked him, "Where is your grandfather?"

"He's gone," Freddy replied.

There was a gloomy look in Wensty's eyes.

"He and grandma went on a trip around the world, and I don't know where he went," Freddy added.

Winsty: "..."

My child, can you finish all the words at once? It is easy to cause ambiguity if you say half and leave the other half.

"What about your parents?"

"They went to their cousin's grandma's wedding, and they haven't come back yet."

"So you're the only one at home now?"

"No, there's Luke too."

Speaking of Luke, Luke came out. His appearance hadn't changed a bit. When she saw Luke standing at the gate of the castle, Winsty almost thought that nothing had changed. She returned home after a long journey. At home, Luke came out to meet her, followed by her father, mother, and uncle, and her grandmother had prepared a small cake in the color of green clay and waited for her.

But all this is an illusion.

Luke saw her, and for the first time there was emotion in those always empty eyes.

Luke never spoke, but Winsty could see in his eyes that he recognized her.

Winsty said softly, "Luke, it's me."

Luke nodded emphatically, and led Freddy and Winsty into the house.

The decoration of the house has not changed either. When Wensti stepped in, she thought to herself that there should be a big scene at this time, just like the last time she came back, the house was full of blood, and everyone fell to the ground. There are still a few daggers (knives) stuck in his body.

This play will not be staged anymore, the people who used to act have turned into cold photo frames on the corridor, together with all the ancestors, Morticia, Gomez, First, Toy, and her Myself, the photos freeze their voices and smiles, they are all gone, but it seems that they have never left.

Wensty stopped in front of her own photo, the candlelight imprinted on the transparent photo frame, reflecting her current face.

Freddy was always by her side. He pointed to the glass photo frame in front of Wensty and said, "This is my aunt, you have the same name as her."

The photos of the others were either smiling or dignified, but only her was in surprise, with wide-eyed eyes, which looked funny.

Wensty touched the photo frame with her fingers, and her eyes were fixed on the glass photo frame, which reflected her face.

They looked different, but she could clearly tell when, where, and by whom the photo was taken.

She is who she is, they are the same person.

In that dark dungeon, the flashlight flashed across her face for a moment, and her dazed and shocked appearance was recorded in this way.

The corner of Wensty's mouth couldn't help but smile, and there was a bit of bitterness and helplessness in the smile, why did you take this photo as a portrait?

But thinking about it carefully, it seems that she did not leave any photos.

"are you OK?"

For some reason, Freddy always felt that the elder sister with the same name as his aunt acted strangely, although in Adams Manor, being weird was the most normal thing.

"Do you know who took this picture?"

"Yes," Freddy replied, his voice crisp, "it was taken by the grumpy grandpa who lived in the back."

作者有话要说:感谢在2020-05-2213:03:54~2020-05-2320:37:27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 who threw the mine: 1 at the front desk of Stark Tower;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 50 bottles of Ms. Shiyu; 10 bottles of Fengyin and Guilin;

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

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