[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Mary

After stepping out of the long corridor, Mary didn't forget to look back, and found that there was the same mechanism on the other side of the wall, which was a two-way door.

Leaving her in the corridor, it is impossible for Mary Bennet, who is deeply hallucinated, to come out alone.This also means that Blackwood sent someone to leave her there waiting for her to go crazy.

"Sir," Mary said suddenly, "what's in the hall?"

"What do you see?" asked Holmes without answering.

Mary shivered.She really didn't dare to recall the scene in front of her just now.Fortunately, the detective wasn't really waiting for Mary's answer: "Some religious decorations and hadiths, as well as totems from the Illuminati."

No wonder, Mary probably understood.

This might be one of the procedures for summoning "Azathoth" that Blackwood called.So the pictures that Mary saw, I don’t know if there is a relationship with the words and pictures drawn in the corridor.

Thinking of this, her heart is still very heavy.

Maybe it was because of being locked up for a day and a night but only ate some fruit, maybe it was because of the sequelae of mental pollution, or it could be a combination of both.In short, after Mary regained her sanity, she didn't feel so relaxed. On the contrary, Mary felt a dull pain in her head, and her whole body ached like hell.

"Persist a little longer," said Holmes, seeing that she was not in good shape. "We must get out of here, Miss Mary..."

"I know."

Mary nodded heavily.

She pulled herself together and followed Holmes' pace.

After the two walked through the narrow passage, they finally came to a thick wooden door.

Holmes cautiously opened a crack in the door and looked inside: "Please wait a moment."

Mary: "Huh?"

Before she could react, Holmes stretched out his hand suddenly, grabbed a guard wearing a mask from behind the wooden door, and strangled him tightly by the neck.

This startled Mary, who frantically covered her mouth for fear of disturbing the other guards by making any noise.

Holmes simply and neatly strangled the guard unconscious before waving at Mary.

The two lowered their weight and walked through the wooden door.

Another double-decker—no, not just a double-decker.

Mary looked up and was surprised to see what appeared to be the basement of a high-rise building.Through the revolving corridor she could see the ceiling that belonged to the ground.Numerous majestic stone pillars directly connect to the ground along the circular corridor where they are located.The bottom floor was a huge open space. Mary and Holmes hid behind the stone pillars and carefully observed the situation below.

Blackwood stood in the middle and paced back and forth, and beside him were several members of the Illuminati who had been identified for a long time.

In the center of the hall is assumed to be a stone platform.

It was almost the same as the experimental bench in the prison. Mary was shocked and immediately understood the usefulness of the stone bench—if Mr. Holmes hadn't arrived in time, she would probably lie on it in a while.

"How do we get down?" Mary asked in a low voice.

"Shh."

Holmes put his finger up to his thin lips.His gaze flicked to the other side of the corridor.

Another guard came.

Mary felt that she was in the way here, so she turned her head and glanced at the open wooden door: "Shall I hide outside the door first?"

Holmes nodded, "It's best if you don't show your head before I call you."

Of course, Mary is no fool.

She cautiously turned back to the wooden door, and was almost tripped by the first guard who was stunned by Sherlock Holmes.Mary staggered, stabilized her figure, and then noticed the mask on the guard's face.

Because of her nervousness before, Mary never paid attention to what was engraved on the masks of the guards, and... Is the person under the mask really a person?

Mary swallowed in fear, then knelt down and took off the guard's mask.

Thankfully, below is the individual.

Not only a person, but also a young man who looks clean and has a high status.Mary took the mask and looked at it. The patterns drawn on it were very complicated, as if the sculptor also used the drug of the devil's heel when painting, and the content felt similar to Mary's hallucination.

While she was studying the mask, Holmes had already dealt with all the guards on the corridor on the second floor.He walked back to the wooden door: "Already—what are you doing?"

Mary pulled the mask over her face, and looked up. "I think I've found a way to sneak into the ceremony."

Holmes frowned.

The two quickly put on the guard's robes and buckled on the masks with weird patterns.The previous Mary felt that the mask was too tight, so she couldn't be sure whether the silent guard was human or not.But now it seems that the tightness of the bag is also good.

The two of them walked directly down the corridor, quietly hid in the corner, and stood in the shadows like most of the guards.Blackwood was still pacing up and down, so close that Mary noticed that he was not brooding, but anxious.

A man also wearing a black robe came over. From Mary's angle, he could see his face clearly under the brim of his hat. It was Judge Nolan.

He whispered something in Blackwood's ear, and Blackwood immediately looked angry.

"what?!"

Blackwood was furious, and he grabbed Judge Nolan's lapel: "She's already in the corridor, you said she's gone?!"

Mary: "..."

Judge Nolan was very embarrassed: "It's impossible for her to leave by herself!"

Blackwood looked stern. He thought for a moment, and immediately realized the key point: "It's Holmes, he and his people must have come in. Hurry up, go find it—I'll go in person."

Blackwood reached out to the guard in the shadows: "Get my gun!"

Holmes took a step forward.

Mary:? ?

She watched Sherlock Holmes in black go straight to Blackwood near the stone platform in the center of the hall.The detective put his shoulders in his arms slightly, walked quietly, and his demeanor and demeanor were almost exactly the same as those of the guards.He walked up to Blackwood, lowered his head, and took out a pistol from his pocket.

Blackwood raised his hand and paused when he saw the pistol in Holmes' hand.

—that wasn't his gun at all!

Holmes' reaction was far faster than that of Blackwood. He took a step ahead of the latter, and gave Blackwood a hard blow with the butt of his gun: "Watson!"

The next moment, gunshots exploded from the top floor of the hall.

Blackwood was quick to respond when Holmes called out to his companions.He dodges to avoid Watson's shooting, and fights with the detective.

At the same time, countless guards wearing the same mask as Holmes swarmed in the shadows.

Watson standing upstairs: "..."

How dare he shoot again!Seeing more than a dozen people in the same clothes fighting together, the doctor was devastated: "Holmes! Where are you?!"

"Keep an eye on Blackwood!"

It's Inspector Lestrade!

Mary's eyes lit up when she heard the detective's voice.The presence of the detective proves that the police are also coming.Mary made a decisive decision, and she also took a step forward, taking advantage of the chaos and bumping into Blackwood hard.

With staggered figures, Blackwood almost immediately recognized that the little "caretaker" was dressed up by Mary, but it was too late.As she pushed Blackwood back into the crowd, she blended herself into the wrestling crowd.

At this moment, Holmes was finally lifted off his mask by the guards.

Seeing Holmes' face, Lestrade said, "Shoot directly!"

Holmes: "Wait, Miss Mary is still in it!"

Lestrade: "Wh-forget it, grab the Illuminati members!"

There are always a few members of the Illuminati who don't wear masks, and these people have become the target of public criticism.The police rushed forward and pinned Judge Nolan to the ground on the spot.

Mary fished in troubled waters with a mask on, and tripped up many people.But as time went by, Mary, whose position was different from other guards, was soon identified.

A guard grabbed Mary's skirt and pulled out a knife.

Her heart tightened, and she frantically tried to take out the gun from the black robe.But at such a close distance, under such a tense time, it was too late.

Mary watched helplessly as the cold-lighted knife came towards her.She closed her eyes nervously—

The pain never came.

"First point with the gun, Mary."

A gentle and familiar voice came from above her head.

"It is to take out the weapon before the enemy is thirty steps away from you."

The mask on the face was lifted directly, and Ms. Irene Adler's beautiful face fell into sight.She put down the lamp in her hand, glanced at the guard who was knocked unconscious, and quickly pulled Mary away from the battlefield.

"You, why are you here?" Mary's eyes widened. "It's too dangerous here?"

"At least it's safer than you, a lady who can't even use a gun, facing the enemy directly."

Irene smiled, and seeing Mary's guilty look, she continued to explain: "I saw Miss Morstan leaving in a hurry, and I thought something must be wrong, so I followed. Where's your gun?"

It was only then that Mary realized that they were not having a leisurely afternoon tea.

She took out the gun from under the hem of her skirt, seeing her unskilled posture of holding the gun, Irene laughed again.

"I'll teach you."

Irene Adler walked around behind Mary. She patted Mary's back to straighten her back, and then held her hand from behind.

"Hold your elbows naturally, put your left hand on the right side, yes, that's it," Irene said, pinching Mary's shoulders, "Relax, stretch your shoulders, you did a good job. Now, it's time to aim."

"aim?"

Mary, who finally relaxed, couldn't help becoming nervous again: "Aim at what?"

Erin: "What are you doing here?"

Mary understood immediately what she meant.

She aimed her gun at Blackwood in the hall.The leader of the cult is still wrestling with Mr. Holmes, and it is difficult to distinguish between them for a while.This caused Mary to immediately face a dilemma—as far as her level was concerned, what if she accidentally injured Holmes?

"I," Mary hesitated, "I can't!"

"You have no choice, Mary."

Irene decisively cut off Mary's flinching thoughts: "Either you succeed or you fail. Shooting a gun is like life. You only have these two choices."

"I……"

"Don't worry," Irene comforted softly knowing she was afraid, "I'll help you."

She gently lifted the back of Mary's hand to help her adjust the direction: "The bullet is loaded, yes, you did a good job, and then you just need to pull the trigger."

Not far away, Holmes punched Blackwood on the side of the neck, causing the latter to stagger, and the two finally separated.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Irene grabbed the back of Mary's hand and forced her to point at Blackwood: "It's now, Mary!"

Mary closed her eyes and directly pulled the trigger.

A gunshot cut across the chaotic scene.Mary was knocked back by the pistol's recoil, and the bullet deviated from its intended path, hitting Blackwood in the forearm.

The force of the bullet caused him to lose his center of gravity, and he fell out of the crowd at the same time.Only then did Blackwood realize that he could no longer entangle with the police and Holmes.Several guards helped him up, and Blackwood cast a gloomy look at Holmes: "Go."

Mary's right hand was numb from the shock, she dropped the pistol, and if Irene hadn't supported her, she would have fallen to the ground again.

"You're doing great," Erin encouraged, "Mary, you can't fall!"

But Mary couldn't bear it anymore.

Not eating, coming out of hallucinations, coupled with long-term high tension, after the police detectives from Scotland Yard arrested all the remaining party members who had not escaped in time, Mary finally relaxed her tense nerves.

Her eyes went dark, and she was paralyzed on Irene's body.

"Mary? Mary!"

Even Irene couldn't help panicking: "Fu——Dr. Watson! Please come and see Mary!"

It was useless to call Holmes at this time.Of course, after hearing the shout, both Holmes and Watson hurried over, not only them, but also Inspector Lestrade and the young police officers who had assisted Mary in tracking down Sykes before, and they were extremely nervous. "What's wrong with Miss Mary?"

Watson squatted down, directed Irene to lay Mary flat, held up the back of her head, checked her eyes and breathing, then turned around and waved his hands: "Stay back a little and give her some room to breathe."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and waved in front of Mary's eyes: "Miss Mary, you can hear me, right?"

Mary nodded reluctantly.

Fortunately, it's fine if you don't faint.Hua Changchang breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank God, fortunately, I have been prepared."

As early as when Mary and Dawson had not returned from Blackwood House and its vicinity, Watson had guessed that there would be casualties in this operation-and since they had been chasing clues related to the Devil's Heel before, they left Baker Street. Holmes also specifically ordered to bring psychotropic drugs.

Now it really comes in handy.

Watson took out the smelling salts, opened the bottle, and put them near Mary's nose.The strong smell of ammonia choked her back suddenly.Taking advantage of this opportunity, Watson took out a palm-sized wine bottle again: "Gin, drink it down."

With the help of Irene, Watson fed Mary two sips of spirits, and when she looked better, the doctor turned to Lestrade: "If you don't mind, Inspector, we have to transfer Miss Mary first." into a clean and bright environment.”

"Go ahead," Inspector Lestrade said earnestly, "Leave us to clean up the scene."

"Wickham."

Upon hearing this, Mary struggled to sit up: "Wickham is still in the altar! Go quickly, I'm afraid he..."

Lestrade froze, and immediately turned around and went straight to the underground altar.

After leaving the rest to Scotland Yard, Mary was helped to the ground by Irene and Watson.It was only when she came out of the stately interior that she discovered that they were in the basement of the church near Blackwood House.

In other words, with the Blackwood London Residence as the center, the underground of the entire block has been transformed by the Illuminati.

Mary couldn't imagine what exactly the members of the Illuminati were doing in the other London where there was no light.

She was tired, exhausted to death.Holmes greeted the Irish workers on the ground to leave the block, and he did not forget to tell them not to return to live in the gathering area in case Blackwood retaliated.

Irene took Mary back to Serpentine Street.She immediately ordered her maid to invite Mary's two younger sisters to her home, and Morstan also hurried back at this time.

The red-haired Irish girl was taken aback when she saw Mary lying in a discomfited state on her bunk.

"What's going on," she almost screamed, "Holmes didn't protect you well? What about Dawson? So many people didn't protect you well!"

Dawson……

Mary closed her eyes.

Dawson's last cry was still echoing in her ears, Mary didn't see him dead, and she couldn't bear to look away when he gradually fell into madness.She didn't see the body, but Mary saw fresh blood on the lab bench.

The large bloodstains almost turned into puddles on the ground. It is impossible for anyone to survive with such a blood loss.

Until his death, when his spirit collapsed and before his sanity completely disappeared, what Dawson could think of was still to comfort Mary and reassure her, because Mr. Holmes would come to save him.

But Holmes is not a god, Mary is back, Dawson is not.

When we first met in the past, the hot-blooded and unthinking young Irishman died for himself. She was not even his relative or his best friend.Dawson always thought about Henry Deckard's family, so he was so young and he had his own family.

The death of a worker doesn't affect Mary's life, but it destroys a family's hopes.

Realizing this pierces Mary's heart.

She blinked, tears welling up uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry," Mary choked out, "I'm sorry, Morstan, Dawson..."

"..."

Even if Mary didn't say it, the Irish girl understood everything.

At that moment, Miss Morstan's face was almost pale, she took half a step back, and then reacted immediately.

Morstan hurriedly took Mary's hand.

"It's not your fault," her voice was choked, and Mary could clearly see that Miss Morstan's eyes were red, but the Irish girl's expression was extremely firm, and she held Mary's hand tightly, "Holmes As for the dangers that may be encountered, no one forced Dawson to take risks. If he encountered an accident, it must be because of his carelessness..."

She could barely speak.

But after Miss Morstan took a deep breath, she held back her tears and emphasized again: "It's not your fault, Mary. If you hadn't taken the risk to help Holmes track down the clues alone, there might be more people who died in the Whitechapel area." .You are the savior, Mary, and it has nothing to do with you if there are casualties."

"But he died anyway."

Mary was almost distressed.

It's not that she can't accept death. Ever since she came to London and saw the corpses of several dead with her own eyes, Mary hadn't caused such a big reaction.However, seeing the dead is a completely different concept from seeing a sincere young man die because of himself.

"Don't think about it any more."

Morstan was also in extreme pain. She stood up holding back her tears and looked at Irene: "Where is Dr. Watson? How is Mary?"

"I'm here."

Watson took off his dirty coat, his expression heavy: "Ms. Mary needs food and nutrition more than treatment. But you can't eat too much."

"I'm going to tell the kitchen to prepare food." Miss Morstan quickly wiped the corners of her eyes, "Can honey, milk and fruit be okay?"

Irene added: "Let the cook cook a soup."

Miss Morstan: "Please and the maid help Mary change her clothes and wipe her body. How are Catherine and Lydia?"

A bit of unbearable expression appeared in Irene's gentle expression: "Leave it to me, don't worry, Miss Morstan. I think you all need to take a good rest. Especially Mary."

But Mary couldn't rest at all.

She was so tired, leaving the crisis environment, Mary's body weighed a thousand pounds after the adrenaline wore off.But when she ate something and finished washing, she lay on the bed but never dared to close her eyes.

I closed my eyes in the dark, as if Dawson's wailing was still in my ears, as if those indescribable pictures were still in front of my eyes.Mary just fell asleep and woke up intermittently, struggling repeatedly between countless nightmares, waking up several times and falling asleep uncontrollably until late at night.

When she woke up for the last time, Mary heard the sound of a violin.

The moonlight spilled into the room through the window, and Mary, who opened her eyes hastily, broke into a cold sweat.It wasn't until she saw the bright moonlight that she could tell the difference between reality and a dream.Immediately afterwards, her attention was attracted by the melodious violin music outside the door.

The melodious timbre is lingering, every beat embodies implicit love and endless tenderness, and the smooth music is full of bright emotions and romantic dependence.The violin caught Mary's attention very well, but she was still dizzy, and couldn't tell which classical movement it was for a while, but felt that it was very, very familiar.

But the movement played by the violin dispelled Mary's fear.

After thinking about it, she dragged her tired body and sat up.

Mary, who was wearing a white nightgown, fell to the ground with her feet. The cold floor made her shiver, but she still picked up the candle and walked out of the room without a sound.

Someone actually played the violin in the living room.

Under the moonlight, the thin figure was still wearing a close-fitting black coat, and the shadow of playing the violin was elongated under the bright light, making him look slender than before.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his stern face became surprisingly gentle under the gentle music score and the clear moonlight.

The violin never stopped.

He didn't look up, but Mary knew he must have noticed him.

The clear timbre of the violin dispelled the unbearable pain and fear in Mary's heart like a bright light in the mist. The nightmare and fatigue were easily defeated by the music, and it was no longer worth mentioning.Her mood calmed down, and suddenly Mary realized that it was not his intention to play at Irene's house.Sherlock Holmes was answering her question--Mary asked what exactly it was that he was hallucinating.

Brahms' Violin Sonata No. [-] in G major.

The author has something to say: Yesterday, two girls guessed correctly! ! ! !Whoever guessed it right come to the comment area to show off, manual Erha.You, Jiang Hua, only know a little bit about classical music. You only know that Brahms has written too much music for Clara. You chose this one because Lao Fu is very good at the violin.

Regarding the love story of Brahms, if you are interested, you can search Brahms and Clara on Baidu. As mentioned in the previous paragraph, Old Fola’s First Sonata is just one of the songs he wrote for Clara, so... Before A girl asked Lao Fu when he realized his feelings for Mary, that is, in a state of synaesthesia, when Mary was in contact with his skin, and the music that sounded in his ears was the first sonata.

Jiang Hua went home today. It is inconvenient to copy the thank you list in this chapter on the mobile phone written on the high-speed rail. I will thank Bawang Ticket and Nutrient Solution tomorrow. I love you all! !