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

Wensti had already called Morticia before, and according to the enthusiasm of the family, there should be a choir standing at the door to welcome her back.

But there was no greeting of laughter and laughter, only a strong smell of blood.

Winsty's two slender black eyebrows were furrowed, and she led Sherlock to push open the door of the castle, and the sight in front of her shocked her.

The family members fell to the ground in disarray, and there was a lot of blood on their bodies or around them: Gomez and Pagos fell head to head in a corner of the room, with a dagger stuck in their hearts, blood Their white shirts were dyed red; Morticia was lying on the sofa, her posture was as elegant as ever, but her eyes were closed tightly, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes; A kitchen knife, dehydrated and frizzy gray hair was stained red with blood; the butler fell on the piano, blood seeped into the keys; the thing was next to the butler, Wensty went over and poked it twice, Nothing happens.

Winsty's eyes were wide open, she was completely taken aback by the scene, her mind went blank.

What exactly is going on here?

Sherlock could see the change in Wensty's expression. Her excitement just now was swept away, and shock and astonishment were intertwined on her face.

Sherlock took Wensty's hand: "Let's take a look at the situation first."

The scene in front of her was something that Sherlock hadn't expected. Winsty said that her family might be very weird. He hadn't seen how weird her family was, but the scene that caught his eye was really like a massacre.

Wensty's thinking couldn't keep up with the reaction, and she let Sherlock lead her to find out about the lives of her family members.

They walked to the nearest Pugsley, who was taller than before Winsty left, but also gained a lot of weight, his cheeks were bulging, and his eyes were tightly closed.

Sherlock reached out his hand to check his breath, and shook his head at Wensty beside him.

Pugsley was not breathing.

Winsty's lips were pursed tightly, and the hand holding Sherlock was limp.

Sherlock has always liked murder, and murder can effectively exercise his brain, but he sincerely hopes that this is a prank, otherwise how will Winsty face the tragic death of his family?

Sherlock squeezed her hand a little more, as if to transfer his strength to her, and with the other hand he unbuttoned Pugsri's clothes, checked his wounds, and then checked the others one by one. the injury...

Then, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Sherlock stood up, shook the hand that held Winsty, and put it in her ear, as if coaxing a child, he said to her softly: "Your family is fine, they are fine."

Wen Sidi also didn't understand how his words had such great magic power, and her thinking was gradually pulled back.

The shock and astonishment in her eyes dissipated, followed by joy.

She didn't have any doubts about Sherlock's words, since he said it was fine, it must be fine.

As for why Sherlock whispered this in her ear...

Winsty understood.

She grabbed Sherlock's other hand and told him in an affectionate tone: "Since my family is no longer in this world, what's the point of me living alone?!"

Sherlock: "..."

He closed his eyes slightly: "What do you want to do?"

Winsty let go of his hand, and began a Hamlet-style monologue: "To be or not to be, that is indeed a question. Which is more noble? Is it better to suffer the merciless destruction of fate silently, or stand up against the sufferings of the world and sweep them away?" Clean. Dead, asleep, everything is over. If deep sleep can end the pain of the heart and the thousand kinds of pain that I can't bear, that's the best thing I've ever dreamed of."

As she spoke, she turned around twice, and the small dark red flowers embroidered on the white skirt swayed.

Sherlock stood quietly, with his hands in his pockets, watching Wensty's exaggerated performance, with the word "speechless" written in his eyes.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the fallen man with the mustache opened one eye, then quickly closed it again.

Wensty came to Sherlock's side in a circle. She changed her tone and became very affectionate: "A feast is easy to break up, but a good meeting is hard to come by. Goodbye, my handsome Sherlock, you use your sea water Look at me one last time, I want my soul to live there, please don't be stingy with your arms, hold me tightly in your arms..."

Sherlock: "..."

Have you acted enough?

Just as he was about to ask this question, Wensty hugged him, stood on tiptoe and whispered to him: "Please cooperate a little bit."

Winsty's hugs always came so unexpectedly that he didn't say those words after all.

"Although death is my relief, it is your pain, isn't it? I can see the flame-like struggle and entanglement in your eyes. I want you to promise me that after I die, I will still be like a tree branch." Live as it grows in the direction it likes, the wind never stops, and you don't get tired of the wind and waves, promise me, be a pilot, and let your ship sail towards a wider ocean."

Winsty's eyes were shining brightly.

"Can you promise me?"

She's had enough of one-man shows, and now she's pulling Sherlock onto the stage.

Sherlock was silent.

The audience who had been silent next to him were extremely anxious, their emotions had been evoked, and Sherlock's silence made them feel as uncomfortable as if they couldn't sneeze.

Winsty asked again: "Can you promise me?"

The performance has reached its climax.

Wensty held Sherlock's hand, and then gently pressed her face against the back of his hand, her eyes were full of tenderness.

Her skin was soft and slippery, Sherlock felt a warm and cool touch from his fingertips as if touching an egg that had been peeled off its shell.

Sherlock's eyes darkened and he lowered his head.

what to do?Opponent actors refuse to cooperate in the role - that will be complained by the audience!

Gomez, with a dagger stuck in his chest, stood up first to express his dissatisfaction: "You should promise her, say 'I promise you' like me, but don't say it too fast, you must show pain, entanglement and respect. Her comfort."

Every time Gomez took a step, more of the dagger on his chest was exposed.

"No, no, my prodigal son," Morticia also got up from the sofa, and she took out a black silk handkerchief to wipe away the blood and tears from the corners of her eyes, "It will be more dramatic if he doesn't agree."

Morticia walked up to Sherlock and Winsty, and said to Sherlock, "Please step aside."

She took Sherlock's place and played with Winsty: "Honey, tell me your lines just now."

"Can you promise me?" Winsty complied.

"No, I can't promise you," Morticia immediately responded, "Without you, my ship would hit the rocks. Just as I didn't tell you, you are the vast ocean."

Morticia's expression was moved. She said it very well, but Wensty thought about it for a while and Sherlock acted according to Morticia's version...

That would turn into a thriller for her.

"Oh, my beauty, you speak so well."

The dagger on Gomez's chest was completely exposed. There was a blood bag stuck in his chest, and now the blood was flowing like a river, but this didn't stop him from rushing over to hug Morticia.

Winsty gave up his seat to Gomez, and retreated to Sherlock's side.

Her parents were already kissing passionately like no one else was there. Pugsley and grandmother also took off their daggers and knives. The butler and his hands played a piece of piano music, revealing an inexplicable joy in the depression.

"Welcome to Adams Manor." Wensty's play was over, and she returned to the normal track.

"You clearly know that your family members are acting, but you don't expose them."

Concerns lead to chaos. When Wensty entered the door and saw such a bloody scene, she really panicked.But when she learned from Sherlock that her family was fine, she understood that this was a scene they performed together, and she chose to cooperate with it—not to expose other people's plays is a fine tradition passed down by the Adams family.

Winsty nodded: "Didn't you also not expose it directly."

This gentleman clearly knew everything, but instead of eloquently analyzing how her family members disguised themselves as usual, and how he saw through this disguise, he whispered the secret to Wensty instead.

Very abnormal.

He himself couldn't explain this abnormality clearly, it might be driven by subconscious.

Sherlock smiled slightly.

The housekeeper and Toy's three-handed combo had already been played, and Toy's crawled over excitedly, and ran into Wensty's arms along Wensty's skirt.

It's very happy to have Winsty back.

"Okay, okay, I know you are very happy, but there are still guests!"

Now, Sherlock gets to meet her family's "a little bit" wacky pet.

Winsty pointed her palm at Sherlock: "This is our family's pet, it's called a thing."

He waved at Sherlock very politely.

Sherlock's expression was much calmer than Winsty had imagined, and he wasn't surprised that their pet was a hand.

"Aren't you surprised?"

"Not at all. I originally thought that the pets you mentioned were snakes, insects, rats and ants. Of course, I did not rule out tigers, lions, and crocodiles. Although it is indeed different for you to treat an intelligent simulation toy hand as a pet, I would not feel strange."

Winsty: "..."

The thing was very dissatisfied with being an intelligent simulation toy. It jumped on Wensty's shoulder and swayed from side to side.

"You may have misunderstood it. It is really not an intelligent simulation toy hand. It is really a hand. The structure is the same as your hand, but it has more personal consciousness."

Sherlock didn't believe it.

The thing was in a hurry, it jumped from Wensty's shoulder to Sherlock's shoulder, bouncing to show that it was really what Wensty said.

Sherlock thought that there must be a kind of password on it, and planned to grab it and disassemble it, but the moment he held the thing, he was stunned, because the skin structure of this hand was exactly like a human hand, and it was still Have body temperature!

Sherlock grabbed the thing with both hands, rubbed it left and right, and could still feel the bone structure inside.

He let go of the thing, and waves rolled in his pale blue eyes.

The thing jumped down, climbed back onto the piano, and played Beethoven's "Symphony of Destiny" for his appearance in front of the guests and justification of his name, conveying a kind of arrogance with his whole hand.

Wensti patted him on the shoulder: "I told you that our pets are really weird, so you must listen."

After all, she let out a long sigh, with a kind of indifference that had seen the world.

Sherlock felt like a new room was being built in his memory palace, with the "Addams Family" plaque on it, and a pillar in his original structure was slowly crumbling.

————Small theater, if you don’t like sadism, you should see it——

Sherlock attended Thug's funeral.

It never occurred to Sherlock that a hand could be a pet, much less that a single hand could die.

When it left, it was no longer as flexible and smooth as when Sherlock first saw it. His whole hand was already covered with wrinkles, lying weakly on the bed, and his body temperature was already very low.

When it saw Sherlock, it crawled into his arms with great effort, and lay down peacefully, its body getting cold little by little.

The date of its death is certain, but no one can tell when it was born.

Pugsley said the thing had been at Adams Manor before he was born.

On the day of the funeral, the housekeeper played "Symphony of Destiny" for it, and it was put into the coffin together with a photo of the feet of an actress it had always liked. Throughout its life, it did not find a suitable one. the other half.

The portrait of the thing was hung in the Adams Manor, and Sherlock placed it among the five portraits. Being with its owners, he shouldn't feel lonely.

The author has something to say: I am probably a devil.

感谢在2020-03-2219:43:18~2020-03-2317:53:44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 small confession;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 70 bottles of Fenluo; 1 bottle of Kawakami Tomie and Wenyi;

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