Anne sat in the laboratory of Barts Hospital,
She lowered her head and flipped through the information on a case that Shylock had just taken over.
She was a little sleepy, and her whole body was sore and weak. This pot was Shylock's. She just woke up in the morning,
She kissed his eyes and praised that his eyes were especially beautiful, just like the sparkling Thames River that she saw every morning when she ran. Then, she was pressed under the blanket by Mr. Holmes, who had suddenly turned into a "Beast",
After a long time..
Two months had passed since Moriarty's trial of the century,
Although the trial process was very smooth..,
Anne, as a witness, actively cooperated with the lawyer's questioning. But this had no effect on the final result. Moriarty was still acquitted.
Anne felt that Shylock should have known that this would be the result, whether it was from her words or actions,
Or Moriarty's performance,
He was able to easily deduce the answer.
Although there were no more "Spoilers" after that, Anne vaguely realized that this was probably a plan that Shylock and Mcauliffe had made in advance. After all..,
She had already revealed everything to Mcauliffe, but this result still happened. It could only mean that..,
This was the result they needed.
"Are you okay?"
Anne looked up,
She saw that it was Jasmine, the forensic doctor who had walked to her side at some point in time. She was wearing a white coat,
The expression on her face was a little awkward as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.
Anne smiled gently. "I'm fine,
I'm just a little sleepy. "
Jasmine stood in front of her and suddenly took a deep breath,
As if she had made up her mind, she said, "You look very sad."
Anne was stunned.
"When you think he can't see you..,
The expression on your face will look very sad. "Jasmine looked at Shylock, who was staring intently at the microscope opposite her.
Anne followed her gaze and looked over. Shylock looked especially good when he was seriously doing an experiment. Just as he thought this,
Anne couldn't help but smile softly. It wasn't just when he was doing experiments. He looked so good all the time, making people want to keep looking at him.
"That's the expression you have now," Jasmine looked at her again and said, "You look so sad when you look at him and smile."
Anne didn't know what to say. She didn't expect Jasmine to notice her.
After a moment of silence, just as Anne was about to speak, Jasmine spoke first, "Don't tell me you're fine. I know that's not true."
"Shylock … he'll show the same expression as you," Jasmine said softly. "When he thinks you can't see him."
Anne looked at Jasmine's brown eyes, which seemed to be shining with tears. Anne suddenly felt very sad. "You look very sad too."
The innocent female medical examiner immediately looked a little flustered. She smiled awkwardly and waved her hand. "Don't mind me, I'm not … I'm just …"
"I don't mind," Anne said. "I'm very happy that Shylock can have a friend like you." After a few seconds, Anne smiled and added, "Well, maybe a little."
Jasmine also smiled. The awkward atmosphere between the two finally eased a little.
"I've already handed in my resignation letter. I'll leave Bartz Hospital next month."
Anne looked at her in surprise. "You don't have to …"
"It's not because of you," Jasmine interrupted her. "I'm doing it for myself." She looked at Anne and smiled gently. "It's time to move on, isn't it?"
…
In fact, they could have been very good friends, because they were both so warm and gentle …
…
Shylock was currently investigating a kidnapping case at an aristocratic boarding school in Surrey. Two children had gone missing from the dormitory last night.
It was another crime game planned by Moriarty, using human lives as bait to lure Shylock into his trap.
Coming out of the laboratory, Anne smelled the humidity in the air. It seemed like it was going to rain.
From Bartz Hospital to Scotland Yard, Anne saw with her own eyes that Shylock had quickly located the location where the children had been kidnapped. All the police officers sitting in the office of Scotland Yard were like useless decorations in front of him.
Sherlock Holmes was really dazzling like this.
Many times, people were afraid and even hated light, not only because it was too dazzling, but also because that kind of bright light made ordinary people pale in comparison.
His long black coat hung down, and Anne saw a clear wrinkle at the edge of his coat — it was wrinkled by her in the taxi.
Shylock stood in the office of Scotland Yard, calm, confident, and arrogant … What shone on him was the light that made everyone pale in comparison …
He had saved the two children. He had solved so many cases and saved so many people. However, people's hearts were so easily swayed. A little seed of doubt would take root and sprout, and finally bloom into a flower of darkness.
Anne recalled the first time she saw Shylock in the Netherfield Garden. After careful calculation, it was only a short six months. Perhaps it was because they had experienced so many things that it was not an exaggeration to say that the world had turned upside down, so it was inevitable that people would mistakenly think that they had experienced a long time.
But whether it was short or long, Anne just felt that it was not enough.
After nightfall, the rain that had been suffocating for the whole day finally fell. Through the window, they could see the fine needle-like rain sparkling under the street lights.
Anne's suppressed emotions finally broke down completely when Donovan eccentrically hinted that Shylock was the real culprit behind the kidnapping of the children.
Just because the children screamed in fear when they saw Shylock …
Just because he was able to find the kidnapped children with just a single footprint …
Just because he was smarter than everyone else …
Anne's chest was filled with anger, injustice, bitterness, and grievance … All kinds of emotions, which kept expanding chaotically until it reached a critical point. "Pa!" A soft sound was heard, and an extremely taut string in her mind snapped.
She turned around abruptly and rushed in Donovan's direction. Her eyes were red, but her voice was very low and calm.
"Do you know what you're saying, Detective Donovan? You're a police officer, and I believe you know better than me that a police officer uses evidence to solve a case, and not just imagination! Shylock had never done anything wrong with his talent and power, and you! These are the people he has helped! You've never thought of thanking him, and you'd rather use your pitiful intellect to question a noble person! Just because he's a genius! Just because he did something that you can't do! "
Anne's voice was calm and restrained, but the tears in her eyes were about to overflow. "You don't believe that someone can be so smart, but you just can't accept your own mediocrity! You're just a bunch of … "
A pair of warm hands reached out from behind and clasped her wrist tightly. Anne was interrupted. Knowing that it was him, her heart hurt even more. She lowered her head, and her tears finally fell without a sound.
Shylock pulled her in front of him, and his slightly cold fingers gently brushed against her wet cheeks. He looked at her quietly with his almost transparent eyes and said, "Anne, calm down."
Anne was a little confused. Wasn't she calm down?
She was very calm.
A warm touch fell on her forehead, and she heard him say in a calm voice, "These people are not important, understand?"
Understood. But he was still sad. Even if it was just a little bit. She just couldn't bear to see him sad even a little bit.
Anne hugged him tightly. Tell me, how can I help you? Tell me, how can I help you?!
But Anne didn't say a word. She knew that she couldn't help him. If she said it, it would only make him sadder.
Shylock felt her arms around his waist, as if she was using all her strength to melt herself into his body. This way, nothing could separate them anymore.
But it was only for a short moment, and Anne let go of him again. She took a deep breath, and gently rested her forehead on his shoulder for a moment to calm herself down.
She couldn't help at all, but at least she shouldn't cause trouble for him anymore.
…
After returning to Baker Street, Shylock sat on the sofa and pondered for a long time without saying a word. Then, he looked up and stared at her.
Anne had been waiting quietly. When she saw him looking over, she quietly met his gaze.
He finally said, "Anne, let's go to the studio downstairs." Those clear eyes were as calm as water.
Anne could almost hear a certain kind of vulnerability in his voice, but he just sat on the sofa as usual with his legs crossed, looking elegant and indifferent.
Behind him was the dark night, and there were faint raindrops hitting the transparent window glass. Only the sound of the rain could be seen, but not heard.
Anne nodded and said, "Okay."
There was a slight smile on her lips, and her whole face was exposed under the light, so pale that it was almost transparent. Shylock saw that the corners of her eyes were red.
He didn't open his eyes.
The studio downstairs was actually Anne's original bedroom. After it was empty, Shylock turned it into a studio for her to paint there.
The long siren cut through the silent rainy night and stopped in front of apartment 221B. The flashing police lights shone on the glass window, creating a blue glow.
Anne sat in front of the easel and didn't go out.
She gently picked up the brush. Outside the window, the spring rain was drizzling, and the room was dark and silent.
There was a blank canvas spread out on the easel, and Annie could draw every fine line of his body on it. He always looked cold and expressionless, but the eyes that looked at her were deep and charming, and there was a trace of softness in them.
He only looked at her with that kind of gaze.
This was the last time Anne saw Shylock before he left.
…
That night, Shylock didn't come back.
The next day, Anne went to work as usual.
The newspapers were full of reports about Shylock. A genius wrapped in lies, and everyone easily and comfortably accepted it.
There were no geniuses in this world, and everyone was mediocre. This was truly good news for the entire world. Everyone was happy.
The colleagues in the restaurant looked at her with sympathy and inquiry, but Anne ignored them all.
Billy stood beside her several times, wanting to say something but hesitating. Anne finally looked at the boy who didn't know how to hide his emotions.
"I'm fine, Billy. Don't worry. You, on the other hand, have ordered the wrong order for the third time today. "
Billy stood there awkwardly. Anne assured him again that she was fine before he turned around and walked away.
Her phone rang in her pocket. Anne took it out and saw a text message.
“Say
goodbye
to
your
love。 — — JM "
Anne's lips turned pale, but her expression didn't change. She calmly put the phone back in her pocket.
When Shylock called, Anne was on her way home from work.
It was a short road from Northumberland Avenue to Baker Street, and for the first time, Anne felt that it was so empty and lonely walking alone. The shops on the street and the crowd passing by couldn't enter her eyes.
Anne's heart turned cold, and her fingertips holding the phone trembled slightly.
She stood in front of a shop window. In the bright window, there were three models in gorgeous clothes, staring at her motionlessly.
After a long time, his low voice came from the other end of the phone, "Im.
Sorry, Anne. "
Yesterday's rain washed the newly sprouted leaves of the trees, making them even greener and brighter.
Anne whispered into the phone, "It's okay, Shylock."
It's okay …
The two of them stood on opposite sides of the city, looking at each other from afar. There was half a city in between, and there were many tall buildings. They couldn't see anything, and they could see everything.
"You may not know," Anne said slowly in a soft voice, "I actually like to be alone. When I was in the Rosings, I always had to hide from many servants to stay in the garden for a while. So you don't have to worry, I can take care of myself … "
Anne took a deep breath and suppressed the lump in her throat, "And, I can finally have your big bed all to myself. Do you know how naughty you are when you sleep, Mr. Holmes? "
He chuckled. His pleasant voice came through the phone close to her ear, as if he was standing next to her. Those warm and shallow breaths swept her earlobe.
He mercilessly exposed her, "Liar." But his voice was unsteady.
Yes, Anne was lying. He was very obedient when he was asleep, and she couldn't get enough of him. Also, because of him, she couldn't live alone now. Look, he spoiled her so much that she was fragile.
"Shylock," Anne smiled back at him, but tears fell down, "I can take care of myself. Can you take care of yourself for me?"
There was a long silence. Only rapid breathing and the sound of the wind could be heard on the other end of the phone.
Then the breathing and the sound of the wind stopped. Anne heard his low and hoarse voice,
“I
love
You, Anne … "
The phone was hung up.
The thin clouds were blown by the wind and moved slowly in the sky.
Anne was stunned for a long time, and suddenly an unbearable pain swept through the depths of her body. She held the phone tightly and squatted on the ground, as if her legs could no longer support the weight of her body.
People were fragile. The slightest pain would make them cry, but people were incomparably tough. As long as they didn't die, they would get through the unbearable pain.
Yes, it would all pass.
She would always wait for him.
And she knew that she would wait for him eventually.
After understanding this, Anne suddenly wasn't afraid of anything.
She slowly stood up from the ground and wiped the tears off her face. Her face was still as pale as paper, but her expression had calmed down.
The clouds above her head became heavy, and the westward sunlight was blocked by the dark clouds.
A drop of cold water fell on her face. Anne looked up.
It's raining again …
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