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

Sherlock gently held his frightened little girlfriend in his arms, and her body trembled visibly after he said Dr. Newman was Jack the Ripper.

"At first I thought he was imitating Jack the Ripper, but later overturned this conclusion. Not surprisingly, he is Jack the Ripper himself... A normal person's lifespan cannot last so long, but if, as you said, magic If the supernatural power really exists, it is reasonable for him to live for such a long time, and this also needs further verification."

Wensti's thoughts recovered from the huge shock: "He should have made a deal with some kind of undead. He agreed to a request of the undead, and the undead gave him a long life."

"You said that you came to kill me because I opened the Book of the Dead."

"It's recorded like this in the history of demon hunters."

"Then why did you give up again," Sherlock paused, "because of... love?"

Sherlock said the word "love" very slowly, his tongue on the roof of his mouth, letting "love" slowly come out of his mouth.

In his thinking, "love" and "task" belong to two different latitudes. "Love" is a sensual complex emotion, which contains impulsiveness, jealousy, sweetness, bitterness...it is very easy to do bad things, and " "Task" belongs to the position dominated by rational components, which is full of coercion and oppression. Failure to complete the task will usually bring about extremely bad consequences, so people's rationality will suppress emotions so that the task can be successfully completed, but this does not represent the whole situation. Xia Locke guessed that maybe Winsty gave up the mission because he loved him.

Sherlock's eyes were particularly dark.

"At first it was because you cleared me of murder, and then you said that your former name was William Scott. Actually, I didn't completely deceive you. I really admire William Scott very much. The name is in the witch hunt. You have also left a strong mark in the history of the teacher. Many ideas and methods you put forward can help people expel ordinary evil spirits. I never thought that William Scott and Sherlock Holmes would be the same person... I If I kill you, Sherlock Holmes will die, William Scott will die, and I myself will die, anyway, I just want you not to unseal the Book of the Dead, so I choose to be by your side."

Wensty noticed that Sherlock's eyes darkened, and realized that something was wrong, and quickly said, "Of course it's also because of love, which is also very important."

She seemed to have almost answered a wrong "proposition".

But the emotions in Sherlock's eyes were still complicated, and he asked, "You killed me, why would Sherlock Holmes die, William Scott die, and you yourself die?"

"It is said in a prophecy that my life will end on the day when the seal of the Book of the Dead is prevented from being opened."

Sherlock's brows were frowned: "The things in the prophecy are not credible."

Winsty wanted to tell him that it was the most successful prophecy book in history, the predictions in the book had never been wrong, even the rise of Apple was successfully predicted, but she didn't say it.

She stretched out her hand to smooth Sherlock's frown, leaned on his shoulder, and said, "I think so too."

"I will not unseal the Book of the Dead."

His words fluttered like bells in the old streets.

He had to admit that the Book of the Dead did arouse his interest, but he was willing to suppress his strong curiosity.

Sherlock's little finger stretched out: "I can pull the hook."

"No need," a smile curled up on the corner of Winsty's lips, "I believe you won't unseal the Book of the Dead."

"I have a question for you."

Sherlock sat up straight, put his hands on Wensty's arms, and stared at her.

"go ahead."

"What's your name?"

"Winsty."

"I want to know what your real name is. I don't want to call my girlfriend every time someone else's name."

A smile rippled on Wensti's face: "My original name was Wensti. It's a coincidence. Maybe that's why I was chosen to return to this era."

When the Holy Grail selected her, all the elders wished there was a second person named "Winsti" in the world. So many elites did not choose her, but they chose her.

"Coincidentally, not coincidentally." Sherlock said.

"Since when did you start saying such mysterious things?"

Sherlock smiled, lifted the quilt, lay down, and turned his back to Winsty, leaving her with a broad back: "Sleep."

It seemed that he didn't intend to tell himself the meaning of his words. Why did he make it so mysterious? She also lay down and said, "Good night."

Sherlock reached out and turned off the light in the room, and the blue fluorescent butterflies were still flying in the room.

"Is it going to fly like this all night?" Sherlock turned over and lay flat facing the ceiling.

"It will fly until tomorrow, and then turn back into calculus paper."

"Since you know that I will open the Book of the Dead, why didn't you come to me earlier?"

"There are many reasons. You will get the key to unlock the Book of the Dead this year, and I will die on the day that prevents the Book of the Dead from being opened, so I want to spend more time with my family."

"I will get the key to unlock the Book of the Dead this year? This must be what the book of prophecy said."

Two pairs of eyes, one black and one blue, followed the dancing figure of the butterfly.

Winsty: "So it's not believable."

Wensty turned around and faced Sherlock, his pale profile was like a tall mountain.

"My mission, purpose, and mission have all been told to you, and there is nothing to hide anymore," Winsty stared at him closely, "Do you mind that the person lying next to you at this moment once wanted to kill you?" you?"

"I don't mind," Sherlock said quickly.

Anyway, she didn't do anything, and he wouldn't undo the seal of the so-called Book of the Dead. Since it didn't happen and wouldn't happen, don't indulge in assumptions, or you'll only be asking for trouble.

Winsty stared at him for a while: "Good night, sir."

She was going to sleep, and after she said everything, her whole body became tired all of a sudden.

"Only when you come, I will not unseal the book of the dead."

Sherlock's voice hung like a black velvet in the sky.

"What did you say?" Winsty didn't hear clearly.

Sherlock's face turned, his girlfriend's upper and lower eyelids were almost glued together, but she was still struggling.

He looked at her in a daze, and repeated his words without hesitation: "Only when you come, I will not unseal the book of the dead."

So it's not a coincidence.

Wensti's eyelids were completely closed, but her consciousness still remained. She recalled the surprised faces after seeing her being selected, and couldn't help but exhale: "I just said that I can complete the task very well."

Speaking of the latter, the voice became smaller and smaller.

Winsty fell asleep next to Sherlock. It was a relaxing night, no secrets, no guesswork, and no fear of the guards chasing him.

She didn't kiss him goodnight again today, but he didn't mind taking the initiative again.

Sherlock leaned over, raised her chin slightly, and tapped lightly on her lips, then the tip of her nose, to her forehead, and his lips stroked her smooth skin.

"Good night."

The author has something to say: Today is Mother's Day, I wish all mothers a happy holiday.

Today it will be shorter and I will enter the next volume and come to the end.

Before we get to the end, I would like to give everyone a vaccination. If we are separated, we will definitely be separated for a while. Some things must be separated to complete, and we will definitely meet again in the end. After all, the cheating of the third uncle was not arranged for nothing.