On the other side of the portal,
Was a secluded alley.
It seemed to be almost dusk. The narrow alley was dim, and the only golden light was flashing and splashing behind them,
In the end, it was all extinguished like ashes.
Five figures stood in the deserted alley, not moving for a long time.
At the end of the alley was the main road of the city. Speeding vehicles flashed past from time to time like water birds. It was not a carriage,
It was a motorized car that no longer needed a coachman and a horsewhip.
Anne looked at the scene in front of her,
She couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.
She staggered in a daze,
Shylock, who was standing beside her, immediately reached out to support her.
"Xia, Shylock, what happened?"
What happened? "Annie's voice was a little shaky.
"As you can see,
You came back with us, "Shylock replied in a cold and indifferent tone. But if one listened carefully, they would find that his voice was filled with uncontrollable joy.
He even added at the end, "Welcome to the 21st century,
Miss Deboer. "
Anne trembled as she turned around and saw the calm expression on his face.
At first, Anne thought that Shylock had pulled her over. But it was obviously not. He had no reason,
There was no reason to do so. When Anne fell in,
She felt as if there was a huge magnetic field behind her,
It directly sucked her in.
Watson and the others also silently looked at Anne. Obviously, everyone was a little surprised by this sudden situation.
His gaze turned,
Dr. Watson glanced at Shylock's face, and then he saw..,
Detective Sherlock Holmes was actually smiling. Although the corners of his lips were slightly curled up,
He was indeed smiling,
As if he had solved a great and difficult case.
Mcauliffe obviously also noticed his silly brother's infatuated expression. He looked at him deeply and poked the tip of the umbrella on the ground without saying anything.
The smile on Shylock's face quickly disappeared. He glanced at Anne and suddenly called Watson's name without turning his head.
"John," Shylock said, "call an ambulance."
What?
Watson looked at him in confusion. Shouldn't they have called a taxi back to Baker Street?
"Call an ambulance," Shylock repeated.
Watson resigned himself to his fate and ran out of the alley to look for a public telephone booth across the street.
"Are you okay, Anne? My poor child. "Mrs. Hudson asked worriedly. Anne's face was as white as paper.
At this time, Anne's ears were buzzing. She stood there in a daze for a long time before she realized that Mrs. Hudson was talking to her.
She paused and told herself to calm down. Then, he suddenly turned around and began to wander around the alley like a headless fly.
But no matter how hard she tried, she could not find the portal that was flashing with golden sparks. The red-caped Doctor Strange and the mischievous little girl were also gone.
Anne stopped in despair. How could this be? How did things suddenly turn out like this?
Mrs. Hudson went forward to hold her, her heart aching. Several times, she signaled for Shylock to come over and comfort her.
Mr. Holmes's long legs finally took a step forward. When he got closer, he heard Anne mumbling something was wrong. "I have to go home … I can't stay here. Darcy is still waiting for me … Mom is still waiting for me, I have to go back … "
Shylock ignored the last part. When he heard "Darcy", he was immediately unhappy and said coldly, "Enough, Miss Deboer. Not only you, everyone left something behind. In the 19th century, John's job, Mrs. Hudson's Mr. Adam. I even gave up my 'female ripper' — she's much more important than your Mr. Darcy! "
"Shylock!" Mrs. Hudson glared at him disapprovingly.
Even Mcauliffe was shocked by his brother's low EQ.
Shylock glanced at them coldly and shut his mouth.
Anne didn't hear what he said at all. She could only tell that it was his voice and subconsciously looked up.
Shylock was immediately shocked by her watery eyes.
Was she going to cry?
It was rare for someone to feel a little regret for what he said just now.
Anne just looked at him and asked softly, "Why?"
Without waiting for him to speak, she answered herself, "Is it because of me …"
Is it because I thought that way at that time? Is it because of me that I wanted to go with you …
Anne's eyes were wide open, but the tears that she tried to hold back still overflowed from her eyes and slid down her cheeks.
She was really crying.
She also cried when everyone said goodbye, but at that time, her head was lowered, so Shylock couldn't see it.
Now, he could clearly see her tears. Shylock's pupils suddenly constricted.
Anne had already turned her face away and didn't look at him anymore.
She had always thought that she wasn't a willful person. But the only exception had caused such an unsalvageable situation.
Regret was the most useless emotion in the world. But now, Anne really regretted it. Why did she appear at Baker Street today?
Yes, if she didn't go today, she and Shylock might not even be able to see each other for the last time … But at least she would still be in the 19th century.
At this time tomorrow, she might … No, she definitely would! She would definitely be sitting in the living room of Rosings tomorrow, listening to her mother scolding her for being so cruel to leave home for such a long time. Mrs. Jiang Jinsheng would point out where she was lax in her words and actions. As for Darcy, he would definitely exonerate her. Then, Georgiana would play a piano piece for everyone. In the quiet and soft night, everyone sat around the long dining table and ate together …
Thinking of this, Anne felt terrible, as if a small hole had been torn in her heart. Regret, despair, and guilt were constantly stuffed in through the hole, filling up her entire chest and suffocating her.
"Anne … Anne …"
She heard Shylock and Mrs. Hudson calling her name, and finally, even Watson and Mcauliffe joined in. But their voices were so far away, as if they were coming from another world, and it took a long time for them to reach her ears.
Anne felt that she was lifted up by many hands. When she lay flat, she vaguely saw the stars above her head.
She didn't completely lose consciousness, and she knew that the ambulance was here. These people would probably find it strange to see her in such a classical medieval dress.
Because she wasn't from here …
Anne suddenly remembered Dr. Strange's words, "All those who don't belong to this world will leave …"
She didn't belong to that world either?
Then where did she belong?
Who was she?
…
"Shylock …"
She subconsciously called out a name. Her cold hand was immediately held by a pair of familiar big hands.
"Shylock," she looked up and said softly, "I can't go home …"
Hot tears suddenly fell from the corners of her eyes.
The hand that was holding her suddenly tightened. Shylock's face was as cold as water as he watched her being put on an oxygen mask by the medical staff, and she fell into a coma.
…
.
Anne only stayed in the hospital for one night and was discharged the next day.
She didn't like hospitals, and of course, everyone didn't like hospitals. The white walls around the ward and the smell of disinfectant permeating her nose were all very familiar to Anne.
The sudden incident was already very sad, and when she recalled the parting in her previous life … Anne felt that no matter how optimistic she was, she couldn't accept it.
Mrs. Hudson came to pick her up from the hospital. Anne didn't ask, but Mrs. Hudson still told her that there was a sudden case in Scotland Yard and she needed the help of Shylock and Watson.
Anne smiled and nodded to show that she understood.
When they walked out of the hospital, a gust of cold wind blew, and Anne shivered in a daze.
It was already October here. Mrs. Hudson prepared clothes for her. The thick coat and the cool autumn wind told her that this was another world.
They went straight back to Baker Street. Anne stood in front of the door number 221B for a while until Mrs. Hudson opened the door and they walked in together.
Mrs. Hudson took Anne to see another bedroom on the first floor. The enthusiastic landlady had invited Anne to stay at Baker Street before, but she refused last time. She didn't expect that she would move in in the end.
The bedroom was small, but it was clean and tidy. There were even a few new sets of clothes in the wardrobe, and toiletries in the bathroom were all prepared.
Anne hugged Mrs. Hudson and thanked her sincerely.
Mrs. Hudson gently stroked her back and comforted her softly, "It's nothing, child. Rest assured and stay here. Trust me, everything will be fine. "
Anne exhaled softly and forced back the tears in her eyes. She smiled and nodded.
In the afternoon, Anne greeted Mrs. Hudson and said that she wanted to go out for a walk.
She didn't have any money on her, so when she said that she wanted to go out for a walk, she really did take one step at a time.
The high-rise buildings on both sides of the street were like a stone forest, and it was easy to get lost in them.
When she walked into a familiar square, Anne recognized that this was Grosvenor Square. It turned out that she had already walked to Mayfair.
Anne's heart trembled. She paused for a moment, then slowly moved her feet and walked along the familiar yet unfamiliar street.
She didn't have a good sense of direction, not to mention that they were separated by more than two centuries. Fortunately, most of the houses here were preserved in their original appearance. Although it took some time, she finally found it.
It really was here —
This luxurious mansion that once belonged to the Deboer family stood quietly in the sunset of the 21st century.
Anne was a little tired from walking, so she simply sat down by the flower pond at the entrance of the mansion.
This mansion seemed to be empty now, and it was quiet without any sound.
The October sun didn't warm her at all, but it stung her eyes.
Had Darcy and the rest gone back? Or were they still in London?
Had they found that she was missing? Were they looking for her everywhere?
She was missing in London, and her mother would definitely blame Darcy in her grief. And Darcy …
He would definitely feel guilty and blame himself.
How long would they be sad? How long would it take for them to accept the fact that she was no longer around?
Or would they always hold onto hope that she would suddenly disappear one day and reappear safe and sound?
Anne didn't know which situation was worse. Was it a complete death in her previous life? Or was it a sudden disappearance without warning?
She was alive and well, but she couldn't let them know. She could only let those closest to her be immersed in the pain of loss …
A pair of black leather shoes suddenly appeared in front of her. She looked up and saw a pair of well-ironed trousers and a black trench coat.
Anne looked up and was startled when she saw him. Then she smiled gently, but her eyes were still watery.
"I like your scarf and trench coat," she said.
He had returned to his classic outfit on the screen.
Shylock looked down at the smile on her face and reached out his hand without saying a word.
Anne placed her hand in his. Shylock pulled her up, but he didn't let go of her hand.
"Your hand is so warm," Anne said with a smile.
"Your hand is cold," Shylock frowned and said unhappily.
"Don't frown at me, Shylock." Anne sniffed and said softly, "As a homeless person, my feelings are very fragile now."
Sherlock subconsciously furrowed his brows, but after pausing for a moment, his brows slowly relaxed.
Anne chuckled and looked at the blue scarf around his neck again.
This time, Mr. Holmes was suddenly enlightened. He took off the scarf and wrapped it around Anne's neck patiently without saying a word.
The scarf still had his warmth, and it was so warm that Anne's eyes couldn't help but moisten.
She lowered her head to hide it. When she looked up again, she saw that the person opposite her was already taking off his coat.
…
Anne quickly pressed his hand. "The scarf is enough."
Shylock looked down at her. "Are you sure?"
Anne nodded. "I'm sure."
Shylock didn't comment and put on his clothes again.
"Let's go." After saying that, he took the lead and walked out with his long legs.
Anne stood on the spot and looked at his tall and slender back. The cool autumn wind blew his long trench coat, and a pair of fair hands straightened the collar and tightened it …
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