The sharp blade stopped one step away from Anne.
This was a bit similar to a common plot in movies.
In her previous life,
Anne often encountered it when she watched movies and TV series. At that time, she was always wondering if it had nothing to do with her. Those killers who were scheming,
When they were interrupted at the last moment, why didn't they kill the person before leaving and fire a shot,
Or stab a knife,
It wouldn't waste much time,
Turning around and running away really lacked "professionalism".
But at this moment, Anne was truly in the position of the victim,
She only hoped that the "female ripper" in front of her was not so professional. If the other party was determined to kill her..,
Shylock, who was still a distance away from her, might not be able to save her in time.
A short psychological struggle.
Outside the heavy rain, Shylock was like a black bird, rushing in her direction at an extremely fast speed.
Anne didn't dare to move,
This short distance only took a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity.
Until the "female ripper" opposite her gave her a sharp look,
She finally turned around and left quietly,
Anne felt the tense strength in her body suddenly relax,
She lay down in the rain-filled alley.
Anne panted,
She saw a pair of black leather shoes appear in front of her. The suit pants that had always been worn on him,
They were soaked in the rain,
The bottom of his pants were splashed with mud spots.
He stopped in front of her,
Then, he turned around and faced the direction where the murderer had escaped.
Shylock..,
Anne gritted her teeth and resisted the urge to call his name. It didn't matter. She told herself in her heart that the murderer had already left. There was no danger. He didn't have to stay.
He had chosen to chase after the murderer. Only by catching the murderer would he be truly safe.
Anne closed her eyes hard and forced herself to gather a little more strength. She had to bring Georgiana and herself home.
However, she did not hear the sound of footsteps leaving as she had expected. On the contrary, a pair of large hands helped her up from the ground.
The next second, she was close to a wet but warm chest.
Shylock …
From facing the murderer to escaping from death, Anne had never cried. But now, smelling the familiar scent on his body, Anne's eyes instantly turned red.
Last time, he had left her alone in the wilderness at night just to hurry to the crime scene that wouldn't run away.
This time, he stopped and did not chase after the serial killer who had escaped from him.
Anne reached out and grabbed his arm tightly. Finally, she said the name that she had repeated countless times in her heart, "Shylock …"
His voice was so weak that it was almost drowned out by the sound of rain.
But he heard it.
"Mm," he replied faintly. Then, he lowered his head and glanced at her battered and exhausted figure. He pursed his lips slightly, and the expression on his face was as cold and sharp as a blade.
After a few seconds, his voice rang out above her head. "You've done a foolish thing, Anne, but it seems that God is on your side today. Congratulations, you've just become the only survivor of this case to have escaped from the murderer. "
Anne curled her lips and consciously took it as a comfort. Moreover, it was wonderful to hear him scolding people energetically again.
His curly hair was also wet, and it was comically draped over his forehead, dripping water continuously.
Anne leaned into his embrace and pressed her cheek against his chest. She could hear his steady heartbeat.
"Thank you, Shylock."
Thank you for coming so quickly.
Thank you for staying with me.
Her eyelids were almost as heavy as her body. She didn't feel it when she was tense, but once she relaxed, she instantly felt unbearable pain all over her body.
Anne didn't want to open her eyes at all. Especially when she felt a pair of big hands tighten on her back, pressing her into a warm and safe embrace …
.
Anne woke up on the big bed in her room. The wounds on her arms and legs had been bandaged. Her injuries weren't serious, but the typhoid fever after being drenched in the rain was more troublesome.
The rain had stopped, and the weather outside the window was clear and sunny.
Anne had been lying in bed for two days. Her schedule to leave London had been pushed back because of this. But because of this accident, Darcy was more determined to send Anne and Georgiana away. He only had to wait for Anne's body to stabilize a little before they set off.
The warm sunlight shone in through the gaps in the curtains. All the dangers, when recalled in such a peaceful and comfortable moment, were like a soul-stirring nightmare.
Mrs. Hudson and Watson came to visit Anne together. Shylock didn't come.
The soft morning light fell from the sky and fell on her thin fingers.
Anne lay on the bed and stared at the light flowing on her fingertips like water.
She missed him very much.
When Shylock sent her back that day, she wasn't completely unconscious. She remembered that he carefully carried her into the carriage and carried her down. Then he carried her through the Hôtel de Boer's big garden and living room, walked up the stairs, and put her on the clean and warm bed.
But compared to the bed, she preferred his arms.
She called his name. But Anne wasn't sure if she made a sound.
She didn't want him to leave.
He seemed to know what she was thinking and really didn't leave immediately. His tall body crouched down and looked at her by the bed, and then he patiently combed her hair that was sticking to her face. His movements could even be called gentle.
She remembered the touch and warmth of his fingers.
Anne also remembered that his fingertips seemed to have slid across the corners of her eyes and arrogantly teased, "Why are you crying? You only know fear now? "
But Anne didn't realize that she was crying. Even if she did cry, at that time, it wasn't because she was afraid.
He said, "Aren't you very brave?"
She shook her head. No, she was very timid.
He said, "Even if the Ripper didn't kill you, in this day and age, a cold or a small wound infection can take away your fragile life. And your asthma, you should really be glad that your asthma didn't act up. "
So, he was very worried. When he ran all the way to save her, he must have thought of a lot of bad scenarios.
Anne didn't remember who said that only people who really cared about you would always think of the worst.
She wanted to ask him, can you not leave?
Whether it was now or in the future. Can you not leave?
Annie didn't know if she had really asked that question. But what she knew was that when she woke up again, he had indeed left.
Anne hoped that she didn't ask. Because that would mean that she had received a negative answer.
.
On the third day, the cold was better. Anne was finally able to get out of bed.
She walked to the garden and sat on the swing chair. The big swing chair seemed very spacious when one person sat on it.
Would it be strange if she went to Baker Street to say goodbye again? After all, she had already said goodbye to everyone one by one.
But she didn't manage to leave that time. After so many days of delay, it should be reasonable to go again.
Moreover, Shylock saved her. She should properly express her gratitude to him.
Well, she didn't seem to have said goodbye to Mr. Mcauliffe yet.
..
Anne found excuses for herself in her heart one by one.
She was so serious that Anne didn't even notice when Darcy came until a thin blanket covered her legs.
"What are you thinking about?" Darcy looked at her deeply and asked.
Anne looked up and smiled at him. "Nothing. I was just thinking that I should go and say goodbye to Mrs. Hudson."
Darcy narrowed his eyes under the sunlight. After a while, he nodded and said, "Go."
Anne stood up from the swing chair in surprise. The thin blanket that had just covered her legs fell to the grass as she stood up.
"Really? You also think that I should go and say goodbye? "Her light green eyes sparkled as she looked at him.
"Yes, Anne. Go and say goodbye properly." Darcy reached out hesitantly and stroked the soft blonde hair on the top of her head. As though he was suppressing some emotions, he said, "And then, promise me that you won't come to London again, okay?"
Anne paused for a moment.
"Why won't I come to London again?"
Darcy stared at her deeply and answered her question with another question. "Do you still want to come?"
Did she still want to come?
She probably did. If Shylock was still here, she would definitely want to come.
Anne lowered her head and bent over to pick up the blanket from the grass.
She squatted on the ground and hugged the soft blanket to her chest. Her gaze was a little empty as she looked at the flat grass and said softly, "I don't know, Darcy. I don't know … "
Darcy looked down at Anne, who had curled herself into a ball at his feet. He felt slightly helpless.
She had been like this since she was young. When she was in a bad mood, she would curl herself into a ball like a small animal.
After a while, Darcy finally compromised and said, "It's okay. When we return to Rosings or Pemberley, you will have a lot of time to think about this problem."
Yes, it was okay. He had already waited for her for a long time and didn't mind a little more time.
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