The bright and quiet Cloud Shadow Sun was right behind him,
Anne looked at his fair and handsome side profile and felt that she would probably never be able to really get angry with him.
Watson and Mcauliffe were also there. Anne didn't want to continue the topic of "whether she was willing or not" with Shylock,
She simply turned to Mr. Holmes and asked if they had discovered anything new about the time gem.
Mcauliffe shook his head heavily, which was rare. Just as Anne had said before,
The existence of this kind of supernatural attribute..,
Was not something that ordinary people like them could easily crack.
Hearing this answer..,
Anne didn't know whether to feel depressed for them or happy that she had stolen some more time to spend with Shylock.
Anne really didn't expect it to be today,
She originally thought that she still had some time. Including Shylock,
Or Mcauliffe, they didn't expect it to be today. Because that glowing time gem was like a child in the wolf story,
It always gave the wrong signal, reducing their trust bit by bit.
So, when it really happened..,
Anne only felt her hands and feet turn cold,
She couldn't think for a long time.
Because the process of the matter was too strange..,
It caused the entire living room to fall into a deathly silence.
Only at the beginning..,
Watson suddenly saw a few golden sparks suddenly appear out of thin air in mid-air and screamed as if he had seen a ghost.
Then, the four living people in the living room, including Anne,
Watched as the sparks grew bigger and bigger,
They grew brighter and brighter,
In the end, it was as if a piece had been hollowed out, turning into a huge circular circle of fire.
The sparks splattered in all directions, and the portal floated in mid-air. Before everyone could recover from their shock, they heard a little girl's voice coming from inside.
"Why can't my magic circle pass through parallel time and space?"
"Maybe it's because you're not a Supreme Sorcerer." Another calm and reserved voice answered her, "Maybe because you're not a Supreme Sorcerer."
Uh, this arrogant tone, somehow, sounded a little familiar.
A few seconds later, the little girl's voice became cheerful, like a troublemaker who had caught the enemy's pigtail.
"Ha! I knew you couldn't do it either. What supreme magician? You clearly borrowed Thor's Tesseract! "
In the living room, Anne and the others looked at the strange scene in front of them without moving. They listened to the strange conversation and did not say a word for a long time.
In the blink of an eye, an exceptionally beautiful little Asian girl jumped out of the hovering ring of fire.
The little girl tilted her head and smiled at the stunned Anne and the others. The expression on her face was innocent and pure.
Then she said, "Is my time gem with you?"
No one answered her.
This scene was too shocking. Even Annie, who had seen similar scenes in movies, was so shocked that she was speechless for a moment. Watching it on a movie screen and witnessing it in the real world were two completely different concepts.
"I think I need to reiterate that this is my Time Gem." The deep, reserved, yet strangely familiar voice sounded again.
Following the voice, an abnormally tall man walked out of the teleportation gate.
The man's red cloak was too eye-catching. Anne couldn't help but recognize him. Also, he really looked too much like Shylock. He just looked older than Shylock. His face had more of the vicissitudes of life and the weight of time.
For a moment, everyone's eyes fell from the magical magic circle to Doctor Strange's face.
This kind of miraculous experience, one after another, was really hard to describe in words …
The first to recover was Mcauliffe. The long umbrella in his hand tapped on the ground as he walked gracefully in front of Doctor Strange. No matter how surprised he was, he didn't lose the aura of the "Government of Great Britain".
The two men quickly introduced themselves and shook hands like the leaders of two countries meeting.
The tense atmosphere in the living room warmed up a little.
After Anne regained her consciousness, the first thing she looked at was definitely Shylock.
Shylock, on the other hand, had stood up from the sofa at some point. His eyes were cold and deep. The expression on his face … even seemed abnormally cold.
"So," Shylock looked at the two people who had appeared in a way that left a deep impression on him, "You are the ones who can send us back."
Anne had already thought of this. Although she didn't know this little girl who had suddenly appeared, Doctor Strange was definitely someone who could use the Time Gem. That meant …
Anne felt a sharp pain in her heart. The pain was so intense that she bent down almost unbearably.
Shylock, who had been paying attention to Doctor Strange, immediately sensed it. He quickly strode over and reached out to support her. He frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
Anne looked up and met his beautiful gray-green eyes. Now, those eyes were staring at her without any distractions. It was as if the supernatural incident that had just happened and everything related to his return home were not as important as her slight discomfort.
But, she couldn't.
Annie grabbed her heart that was floating in the air and gently placed it back into her chest, slowly calming down the throbbing. She could see the tiny lines all over her heart. They were left behind by her persistence and belonged to her alone.
She smiled and shook her head at him. "I'm fine, Shylock." Yes, she would be fine.
After Shylock heard this, his brows furrowed even more. He looked at her silently for a few seconds before letting go of her shoulders.
Anne clenched her fists. It's okay, Anne. It's okay. She already knew he was going to leave. She had to hold it in. She couldn't cry.
Doctor Strange had already taken the Time Gem from Mcauliffe. In fact, he had only raised his finger slightly. The gem flew from Mcauliffe's hand as if it had a mind of its own and landed in the hands of its real owner.
Doctor Strange glanced in Shylock and Anne's direction. He didn't seem to react to Shylock's similar appearance. Shylock was the same. At this moment, no one was paying attention to this.
The doctor's gaze swept over Mcauliffe and Watson as he slowly answered Shylock's question. "Yes, I'm the one who can send you back to your original world."
Dr. Watson exclaimed excitedly. Then, he shouted in the direction of the door for Mrs. Hudson to go upstairs.
Anne closed her eyes.
They could finally go home.
Mrs. Hudson ran up the stairs and was shocked to see the situation in the living room. Then, she saw Doctor Strange, who looked 90% like Shylock. She was so shocked that she was speechless.
The exceptionally beautiful little girl laughed out loud when she saw Mrs. Hudson's expression. Then, she turned to Shylock and asked curiously, "Aren't you surprised to see Dr. Strange? I also know someone with the surname Holmes. He was especially funny when he saw Strange for the first time! "
Doctor Strange glanced at the little girl and called out her name warningly, "Eleven."
The little girl called Eleven puffed up her cheeks and didn't say anything.
Doctor Strange looked at the unusually obedient little girl with satisfaction. Then, he turned around and drew a circle beside the floating portal.
He turned around and said concisely to everyone in the living room, "You can return to your original world through this portal."
But … no one moved.
They had been working hard for months to no avail, but the other party solved it with a circle. This feeling was indescribable.
Mcauliffe thought of something and said, "I think there are others who came here from our world. And I have reason to believe that one of them is extremely dangerous. If such a person is left here, the consequences will be unimaginable. "
Doctor Strange nodded. "I know. I've superimposed another spell on this portal. It will automatically repair the effects of this space-time rift. Everyone who doesn't belong to this world will leave with you. "
Mcauliffe nodded gently. Without any other concerns, he was the first to walk toward the portal.
He stopped beside the sparking portal and turned to look at Shylock.
"Shylock." Mcauliffe's voice carried obvious urgency and a faint warning.
Mcauliffe wouldn't admit that at this moment, he was even a little worried and uncertain — worried that his stupid brother would really do something irrational for a woman.
Watson and Mrs. Hudson also looked at Shylock, as if waiting for him to make a decision.
Shylock didn't look at Anne. He didn't even look at anyone. He just said coldly, "You really surprise me, Mcauliffe. You actually want to leave just like that. Don't you need to say goodbye to your 19th-century Government of Great Britain? "
"Goodbye?" Mcauliffe gave a perfunctory smile. His eyes inadvertently slid over Anne. "I'll take this as your concern, my dear brother. But unfortunately, I don't need it. If you need to say goodbye to your … friend, now is the time. "
Shylock didn't refute Mcauliffe. He always liked to refute his brother who was smarter than him. But this time, he didn't.
He just suddenly said for no reason, "I haven't caught 'her' yet."
The smile on Mcauliffe's face almost disappeared. "Very good. The second reason. "
Watson didn't realize what Shylock was talking about for a moment. "You haven't caught who?"
"Who! Our case! That female Ripper! " Shylock explained unhappily. "I'm surprised you forgot so quickly. You know we're going to catch her soon, John!" He was very impatient at the end.
Watson looked at him hesitantly and then looked at Anne. He didn't have the heart to speak.
It was quiet all around.
Shylock seemed to be even more irritated.
Mcauliffe's voice was tense as he shouted his name again. "Shylock!"
"What?!" He responded angrily. His voice was shockingly loud.
But Mcauliffe still looked at him quietly.
Meeting Mcauliffe's gaze, Shylock suddenly turned around and walked in a circle in annoyance.
The moment Shylock turned around, Mcauliffe's gaze moved to Anne. His pupils contracted imperceptibly.
Even without Mcauliffe's signal, Anne knew very well what she should do at this time.
"Shylock." She took a few steps forward, reached out her hands, and grabbed Shylock's arm to stop him from walking around the room.
"You should go back." Her voice was still as gentle as ever.
Anne tried hard to maintain a smile on her face, but after saying this, her eyes instantly turned red.
Shylock stopped and looked at the thin fingers on his arm. Then his gaze fell on her fair face.
She didn't look well. Even her lips were so pale that they were almost drained of blood.
"No." Shylock looked at her motionlessly and suddenly spat out this word.
What?!
Watson and even Mcauliffe's expressions changed slightly.
Shylock just looked down at Anne.
He continued in a low voice, "That's not it. This isn't what you want to say. What do you want to say? " He quietly recalled and felt that he was about to catch something. "What was the sentence that I interrupted you when you came in? Tell me, Anne, tell me! "
His voice was a little strange. Although it was still cold and calm, it was a little anxious and a little irritated. A little puzzled, but also a little expectant. In fact, there was even a hint of temptation that she was unaware of. Tempting the person in front of him to say something.
If she said it, he would know what to do. He had never been so hesitant as he was now. This wasn't him at all.
"Shylock, I … I …"
The two of them were very close to each other. As he asked, he kept leaning closer, as if he could dig out the sentence hidden in her heart.
Anne's heart was beating so fast that it was almost painful. His breath was hanging on her face. It was warm, and her nose was full of his scent.
"Hmm?" He responded, a little dull and hoarse. He waited for her patiently.
Anne turned her head slightly and saw that Mrs. Hudson next to her was looking at her with a pained expression.
Watson and Mcauliffe, and even the red-caped Dr. Strange and the unusually beautiful little girl were all looking at her.
Anne suddenly smiled.
She finally decided to confess to him, but she was immediately forced to face the separation between them — and it was a farewell. Was there anything more dramatic and more desperate than this?
But she had no other choice.
Anne desperately held back the tears in her eyes and looked at him again. She said with a smile, "Shylock, I'm very happy to have met you. You are the most noble and the smartest person I've ever met." She spoke very slowly so that her voice wouldn't show that she was choking.
In the end, Anne looked into his beautiful gray-green eyes and said softly, "… Promise me, Shylock, don't let yourself be lonely, okay?"
After saying this, Anne felt the palm that was holding her wrist suddenly tighten. Anne didn't even notice when she had changed from holding his arm to him holding her slender wrist.
He tightened his grip, causing the tears in Annie's eyes to become even more moist.
Anne didn't know if Shylock was the loneliest person in the world. But he was definitely lonely.
Watson was his most important friend and partner, but Watson was still an ordinary person who would get married and have children. In the end, perhaps only endless cases would accompany him.
In her previous life, Anne saw a movie about Holmes in his later years. After retiring, Holmes lived alone in a small village in England and became a beekeeper. The once famous detective, the smartest brain in England, was defeated by aging in the end. His memory began to deteriorate, and his wisdom was taken away by God. He even had to write other people's names on his sleeve to remember them …
He was alone, and in his loneliness, he inevitably walked towards death …
Just thinking about it made Anne feel that she couldn't stand it …
Now, he was no longer just a cold figure on the TV screen, but a living person standing in front of her. She felt the warmth from his palm and saw his gaze on her.
She told him not to let himself be lonely. However, this was such a meaningless and empty sentence that it dissipated into the air the moment it left his mouth. Nothing could be done. Nothing could be changed.
Anne lowered her head, and two big teardrops fell straight to the ground.
She took a deep breath and looked at him again.
She really wanted to say, Shylock, hug me.
But she couldn't. That would make her cry even more miserably.
Shylock lowered his eyes and looked at her for a moment. Then, he finally let go of his hand and calmly took half a step back. Other than his handsome side profile that looked paler than usual, there was no other expression on his face.
"Okay," he said briefly. "If that's what you want to say."
Anne smiled and nodded. Yes, that was what she wanted to say.
…
If it were another scene, Anne would definitely find it funny that they were lining up to enter the golden circle of fire one by one. But now, no one could laugh.
Anne hugged Mrs. Hudson and Dr. Watson goodbye. Even Mcauliffe hugged her lightly. When he let go, he whispered in her ear, "Thank you."
Anne looked at them with a smile. In the end, her gaze inevitably fell on the tall and thin figure.
Goodbye, Shylock.
The circle of light started to shrink bit by bit. Anne couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes and suddenly turned around.
Just as she moved, she suddenly felt an unknown force behind her, like a big net that instantly enveloped her whole body.
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