[The Phantom of the Opera] Redemption

In the past two months, London and even the whole of the UK have been discussing a person, or a series of cases, Mitchell Bartley's murder case. He used his identity as a doctor and other cases. He killed ten people by cruel means, and countless others died prematurely because of his words. It is frightening. It means that he also used the corpses of dead people to conduct experiments and publish them on it. To vent his emotions, he was the most terrifying criminal of the 19th century.

There were voices condemning him everywhere, and the people of London were waiting for the moment when they would see his death.for real.

This day finally came, Mitchell was pushed forward by the police from behind, today's sun is very bright, too warm, he couldn't help but stop, and covered his eyes with his hands, "Really The weather is comfortable. Is there such a good weather in London? It’s just too comfortable, and people’s endeavors have been wasted in this environment. It was a mistake at the beginning, maybe..."

The policeman behind gave him a hard push and shouted, "Hurry up, what are you dawdling for!"

Mitchell looked back at him coldly, "You should treat me better, otherwise, I don't know what I will say in court, today may be the last day of my life, or it may be my new era In the beginning, no matter what kind, your end will be extremely miserable. Even if it is superficial skills, you should learn a little bit, otherwise, you will not be in such a dark place forever, without the slightest possibility of promotion."

Mitchell brushed the dust off his clothes, walked into the carriage with his head held high, today was the beginning of everything, even if he closed his eyes, he could still imagine who would be sitting at the front, the Duke who wanted him dead , Sherlock, Watson, maybe there will be some people who seem to have known each other, they got what they want, and they shouldn't care what my final ending will be, or, they believe from the bottom of their hearts that I won't Damn it, I've already made up my mind.

Soon, they arrived at their destination. Mitchell sat silently in the waiting area. The trial of the previous case was quickly finished. The simple case took only a few minutes, and the judge simply sentenced him to death. Execution, he could clearly hear the cheers from the crowd, they were so excited about something so simple.

It's his time. Mitchell checked his clothes and carefully smoothed out the folds. Even at the last moment, he will not give up his strength of character. This is his principle.The policeman standing next to him couldn't help but look at him suspiciously. It's really strange that he has already confirmed his fate, but he is still so calm.

Mitchell stood up and followed him to the dock, where he was locked in a small area, with people from Scotland Yard standing beside him, Lestrade, Sherlock and Watson sitting in the second row, Oh, he just glanced around and saw familiar people, the Duke of Stoke, Jeffrey Joshua, Andrew, it seemed that they were all here.It's only been a few days since I haven't seen him. The Duke of Stoke seems to be several years younger and has regained his vitality. He has really drank his blood, and there is a lot of it.

From the moment he appeared, the courtroom was full of uproar. If it weren't for the newspapers in London, large and small, who had completely disclosed his deeds, there might still be many young girls who would be punished by him. His demeanor, his appearance, and his temperament are convincing, he is really good at disguising.

The judge tapped the gavel to signal for everyone to be quiet.The trial started, and everyone knew that this was just a passing scene, and what they were looking forward to was the moment when they heard that Mitchell Bartley was sentenced to death.From the very beginning, Scotland Yard quickly listed all his crimes, one by one, each with solid evidence.

The judge routinely asked him if he had any opinions, and the lawyer representing him sat down in a slumped position, saying that he had no opinions, and that he had no intention of making any efforts at all, and he must have felt that he would be assigned to this position. The task is an extremely unlucky thing, he even writes and draws on a piece of paper rather boringly, young man.

Mitchell said lightly, "I don't think I'm guilty. Even if the evidence is solid, I didn't do these things. Why should I admit it? It's just that someone was too clever to pour dirty water on me."

Immediately there was a turbulent uproar in the courtroom, and the judge had a hard time allowing the questioning to continue.Mitchell squinted at the lawyer, "Even if I'm really a criminal. Great. Evil. Executioner, I still have the right to apply for a lawyer to defend me, and no one appeared before In front of me, let my lawyer communicate with me. Who knows which garbage heap this waste was picked up from. Even if I send money to help the poor, I won’t waste it on such a waste. Don’t you guys Think my assets are not enough to find the best lawyer in London?"

The uproar became louder, but this time, their words completely changed their direction. This is human beings. As long as there is any tendency that goes against them, their seemingly solid alliance will begin to fall apart. In order to solve the rapid internal strife, it is enough to find a little bit of contradiction, it is so simple and clear.

Scotland Yard quickly stood up and yelled at the loudest volume in its life: "Silence! Of course we acted in accordance with the regulations. Before that, we had a lawyer in London send a lawyer to defend Mr. Bartley, but all All the well-known lawyers refused. Moreover, Mr. Bartley's friends and family members did not help him invite lawyers. We also asked the lawyer in charge of his case to go to the prison to meet him, but Mr. Bartley himself refused. "

"If a young man you don't know at all comes to visit you, I believe not many people will agree. I don't want to waste the meeting on a stupid meeting, especially if he may be someone you don't know from. A messy relative popping up around the corner, wanting to inherit your dead legacy."

All the police officers present at Scotland Yard have a bad face. He has been attacking these so-called systems. He wants to shake Scotland Yard's position in the hearts of the people.There was another pause before the trial continued.Finally reached the last link, everyone's nerves were extremely tense, as if Mitchell Bartley would say some shocking words in the next second, he was a dangerous bomb, I don't know when he would will take you to hell!

Listening to the judge reading his charges, Mitchell couldn't help but sneered, "It's the first time I've heard the details of my crime. It's really interesting. It's the first time I heard it. If it wasn't for these so-called me Doing things, I really have to laugh for a while, how stupid would this be? Wouldn’t it be better for me to deal with the orphans directly, as long as there is a little something, they will even sign the agreement voluntarily, Put your whole body into my research, no matter how cruel things I ask them to do, it is because of their own will, you will never be able to catch me."

"Also, this one is even more ridiculous. I still have corpses that I have used before in my own abandoned laboratory? How forgetful it must be to forget to dispose of them. Those things only need a simple explosion The explosion will disappear without a trace. If I were more ruthless and asked a few people to appear there during the explosion, I think Scotland Yard would not be able to find out how many people died there. I have to say how they framed it It's pretty clever, but when it comes to crime, I'm still a beginner."

Mitchell laughed arrogantly without any scruples, and was so happy for the first time.The judge struck the gavel and sentenced, "Mitchell Bartley used to be a doctor, but he...sentenced as follows, sentenced to be hanged and executed immediately."

Mitchell was even happier, "It turns out that I was wrong. If you want to hang me, you can execute it. It doesn't make any difference to me. Death is always hanging over your head. The shadow, for me, is the starting point of a new long journey, I will not die, sitting here today, I remember all the people who want me to die, each of you faces, names , home address, when I return, none of you can escape."

He smiled, laughed crazily, and laughed confidently. He was taken down by the police. The rope was ready. Watson ran back quickly. He and the forensic doctor here are a bit hypocritical, and they should be able to cooperate. An autopsy to see if he was really dead, or if there was room for maneuver.

The rope was wrapped around his neck, and the resentment of the dead lingered on it. There were many people who died under this rope. It seemed that they were really experienced. A policeman stood aside with a numb expression, his hand on the switch, He is ready.Mitchell smiled slightly and looked up at the sky. It's really a pity. If I was outside, I could still see the sun for a while. I've been in the dark all the time. Now that I think about it, I'm still not used to it.

In the next second, he flew into the air, his body swaying slightly on the rope.At that moment, there was a lot of voices.

Watson and Sherlock sneaked into the autopsy room, and Lestrade was with them. Seeing that it was crowded, they still agreed to let them stay inside.The forensic doctor carefully checked the features on his body and confirmed that this was indeed Mitchell Bartley himself. His fingers were pressed on Mitchell's neck, but there was no pulse. Check the neck. It did break.He looked at Mitchell's pupils and there was no response.