Anne didn't know what Shylock wanted to tell Mcauliffe,
He decided to go back to the 19th century with her. Of course, Detective Holmes never needed to explain to anyone, but this was too big a matter,
Even someone as willful as Shylock..,
Also needed to be treated with caution.
Mrs. Hudson, who had learned the true identity of the Doctor Who, was very excited. And just as Shylock had said, their dear landlady was actually considering going to the 19th century with them,
She even told them very seriously that she was doing it for Mr. Ardring. She must have broken the heart of this 19th century gentleman when she left without saying goodbye..
Anne hugged Mrs. Hudson tightly. She might not be a "noble and kind person" herself,
But she was lucky enough to know a group of the most noble and kind friends.
Anne received another text message in the afternoon from the friend she met during her morning run.
"Are you coming to run tomorrow? - E "
Anne thought for a moment and felt that she should say goodbye to the other party, so she gave an affirmative answer.
A few seconds later, she received a reply:
"I look forward to seeing you tomorrow. - E "
There was even a cute smiley face behind it.
Anne smiled.
But to Anne's surprise, when she woke up the next day, Shylock also woke up.
Anne sat by the bed and looked at him in confusion.
He rarely woke up so early,
Obviously, Mr. Holmes was still in a daze,
Although he got up from the bed, his eyes were not fully open. He half-opened his eyelids,
He saw Anne sitting by the bed,
He stretched out his long arm,
He directly lay on her back.
He was really lying on his back, not using any strength at all. The tall and thin Anne was almost broken by him like a branch.
But it was only for a moment. Shylock sniffed the back of her neck deeply. He smelled a familiar scent and woke up a little. He got out of bed barefoot and walked out of the bedroom one step earlier than Anne.
Anne chased after him and saw Mr. Holmes with messy hair, wearing a nightgown, walking sleepily to the kitchen.
What was he doing?
Anne was not in a hurry. She sat on the chair at the dining table and looked at him with her chin propped up.
When Shylock took out eggs, sausages, bacon, tomatoes, canned soybeans, bread, milk from the fridge one by one..
Anne was finally sure that he was really going to make breakfast.
When they were angry and cold war, Shylock had made breakfast for her for a period of time, but after they made up, this benefit immediately disappeared. There was no doubt that to Mr. Holmes, breakfast was only a means of making up, and that it was no longer necessary when the end was reached.
So, what was his purpose now?
"Learning from you." Detective Holmes, who was standing in front of the counter, spat out two words leisurely.
Annie really didn't know how he could see the expression on her face when his back was facing her.
However, Annie understood the two words he said.
He was learning from her and treating her even better. He wanted to make her happy so that she couldn't leave him.
He was still very concerned about what happened yesterday. As a person with a good memory, Holmes could be petty and remember her "sins" for the rest of his life.
Anne stood up with a smile. She reached out and hugged his waist from behind.
Detective Holmes standing in front of the counter making breakfast was just as good-looking as him standing in front of the lab table doing experiments — no, more good-looking.
Anne couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and kiss the back of his neck. Then she kissed him again.
Shylock couldn't take it anymore. He reached out and pulled her in front of him. Anne looked at him and smiled. Then, when he was about to lean over, she gently pressed a finger against his chest and reminded him softly, "Your bread is going to burn, Mr. Holmes."
Shylock looked at her unhappily. Anne kissed his cheek again and stroked his curly hair as if she was stroking a small animal.
"Be good and make breakfast. I'll come back after my run."
Anne changed her clothes and ran out of the apartment. Shylock listened to her footsteps as she walked down the stairs. Then, there was the sound of the apartment door closing.
London seemed to be especially cold this winter. The Doctor Who and another thin figure stood together and watched Anne's striking blonde hair disappear at the intersection of Baker Street.
"Unfortunately, I didn't get to eat Shylock's breakfast in the end." The thin figure standing beside the Doctor suddenly opened his mouth. His light voice carried a hint of a smile. The light of the morning fell on her hair. It was a beautiful golden color.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" The Doctor turned slightly and looked at her with pity. "You know … if you do this, you have to leave him."
"I'm sure." After a pause, she smiled again. "Thank you very much, Doctor. You're willing to bring me back and end everything … This is the best way."
...
Anne ran slowly to the bank of the River Thames. Two months ago, she had met her friend here, who had come to do morning exercises like her.
The winter morning was cold and clear, but Anne was covered in sweat. She stopped and looked around, but she didn't see the familiar figure. It seemed that she had arrived early.
Anne was exercising while waiting for someone. After a few minutes, she heard a familiar voice behind her.
"Hello, Anne."
The voice was very faint, like the breeze on the river.
Anne turned around and smiled. "Hello, Aulos."
Oulos had a head of beautiful brown hair, and she looked a little shy when she smiled.
When Anne first met Aulos, she found that they were very similar in some ways. She couldn't tell exactly what it was, but they got along very well.
Aulos probably felt the same way. She had told Anne more than once that she was very similar to a friend of hers.
Therefore, since they first met, the two of them had been running together from time to time. Aulos even went to the restaurant where Anne worked for twice on the weekend.
"How was your Christmas?" Aulos asked, "Were you happy?"
Anne nodded. "Not bad."
Aulos smiled. She walked away and sat on a bench next to her.
"I like Christmas." Aulos seemed to have thought of something, and the smile on her face deepened. "Because sometimes I can receive a gift I like."
Anne also smiled.
Aulos looked at her from a distance. "Did Shylock like your Christmas present?"
Anne was stunned. She had never mentioned Shylock or anything personal about herself to Aulos. However, she could see those things if she paid attention to the news about Shylock. It didn't seem strange that Aulos knew, but Anne still felt that something was wrong.
Aulos smiled innocently and explained, "You must have prepared a Christmas present for him, right?"
Anne didn't answer. She looked at Aulos's clothes.
"You don't look like you're here to run today."
Oulos smirked. "Because you're not here to run today." The smile on her face looked a little different from before, and her voice was a little strange. "You're here to say goodbye, aren't you?"
Anne subconsciously took a step back.
"Yes, I'm leaving London."
The smile on Aulos's face widened, and the strange feeling became more obvious. She stood up from the bench and turned to face the Thames River. The sun had risen and shone on the surface of the river. Aulosi's pupils constricted under the bright light.
"It's a pity," she said softly. "In the end, you still didn't think of me."
Anne didn't understand. Didn't think of her? What did she mean? Think of what?
Aulos smiled and shook her head. "Look at the puzzled expression on your face, dear. It's so sad that I brought you a little Christmas present, and you're going to leave me--again. "
Again?
Anne had no idea what Aulos was talking about, but she didn't give her a chance to ask.
"But at least this time you didn't leave without saying goodbye. What a pleasant improvement," Aulos continued.
"Take it." She handed a box wrapped in beautiful cellophane to Anne. "Your Christmas present."
Anne hesitated and didn't move.
Aulos looked at her with a faint smile, but her voice became emotionless.
"I hope you'll accept it, dear."
Anne looked around. It was still early, and the pedestrians were sparse. No one passed by them.
She wanted to step back, but Aulos suddenly took out a gun from her pocket.
Anne looked at her in shock. It was really a gun.
Even holding a weapon that could take a life at any time, Aulos's expression was extremely casual. She tilted her head, seeming puzzled and satisfied.
"You see, people are like this. They always need some pressure to be willing to listen to others seriously."
Anne's face was tense. Until now, she couldn't understand a single word that Oulos had said. The simplest answer was that Aulos had mistaken her for someone else. However, the expression on the other party's face was too firm. Even Annie couldn't help but wonder if she really knew this person in the past, but had forgotten about it.
But this was impossible. Anne lived in the 19th century for the first 18 years of her life. Not to mention that there were more than 200 years of time and space between them, even if the spatial distance was ignored, she had always lived in Rosings and never left. Her only friends were Caroline and Georgiana.
The rest was the three years after she met Shylock and came here. Anne seriously searched her mind and was very sure that she really only met Aulos in the past two months. But judging from her words and tone, the person she was talking about had known her for a long time.
"Aulos," Anne's tone was as gentle as possible to not provoke her, "I think you might have mistaken …"
But just as she opened her mouth, she was interrupted by Aulos's laughter.
"You're always like this … always like this." As if recalling something warm, the expression on Oulos's face softened. She said, "Every time you think I'm about to lose control, you'll talk to me in this tone. I have to admit that it works. "
Anne didn't know what to say. If she didn't make a mistake, there was only one possibility left — this woman named Aulos was mentally unstable.
Given her current expression and behavior, Anne felt that this was very likely.
At this moment, Anne saw a person running slowly in their direction behind Aulos.
Anne's heart beat faster.
Aulos saw her expression and raised her eyebrows indifferently.
"Sorry, dear, wait a minute."
After Aulos said that casually, Anne saw her suddenly turn back and point the gun forward. Anne's heart skipped a beat. Before she could say anything, Aulos had already pulled the trigger without hesitation. The person running towards them not far away immediately fell to the ground.
The loud gunshot instantly broke the silence of the Thames River in the morning.
Aulos blinked and turned back indifferently, ignoring the panicked pedestrians in the distance.
Annie's gaze was fixated on the dead man on the ground. She saw a bright red liquid flowing out from under his body.
He was dead. Aulos killed him.
Things happened so fast that she couldn't react at all. At some point, it felt unreal. But all of this had really happened.
Anne looked back at Aulos in a daze.
"I hope I made it clear enough," Aulos casually raised the gun as if she was holding a toy that she didn't hate. "Now, please accept your Christmas gift."
She handed the small box to Anne again.
After a few seconds, Anne finally reached out and took it.
"Open it."
Anne took a deep breath and untied the knot and the wrapping paper. Aulos looked at it with great interest. The expression on her face showed that she was really waiting for her response to the gift.
The cellophane wrapped a red box with worn corners. Anne slowly opened it.
Inside was... a small pirate hat.
Anne recognized the hat at a glance, although it looked a bit faded and old. She had just seen a photo of Shylock when he was a child at Christmas. Little Shylock, wearing red breeches, holding a wooden sword, and wearing a pirate hat, seemed to be standing in front of her.
"Do you like it? I prepared this especially for you. "
Anne's heart sank and she looked up at her.
"Of course, of course you will like it. Because Shylock was your first choice, wasn't he? " Aulos also looked at her, "Even at that time, you told me that you came for me and that you would always be with me. But your eyes would still unconsciously follow Shylock. You never appeared in front of him and Mcauliffe, but when I accidentally mentioned him, your eyes would light up. Just like now. "
"Who are you?" Anne finally asked this question.
Aulos's face once again showed a shy smile that Anne was familiar with, but it disappeared in a flash. Her pale cheeks once again returned to being expressionless.
"You know, I wanted to use another name to get to know you. The name 'Aulos'... is a bit troublesome. But too much time has passed, and I'm not the same as before. If I used a fake name, you definitely wouldn't recognize me. But I didn't expect that you wouldn't even remember my name. "
Aulos took a step closer to Anne and stared at her with burning eyes.
"You've never even mentioned me. If you had mentioned me in front of Shylock or Mcauliffe — even once, our game would have been different."
Anne was stunned, not because of Aulos's words, but because of her eyes that were so close. Anne just realized that her eyes were the same as Shylock's, very light grayish-green. When they were examining something, this pair of beautiful eyes would become unusually deep and sharp.
And her hair, how could she not have paid attention to it? Although Aulos's hair color was lighter than Shylock's, it was also naturally curly.
And their skin color was a strange and sickly pale color.
"Oh, you found out." Aulos blinked and looked at her happily. "Look, the third Holmes, Shylock completely forgot about me, and Mcauliffe didn't dare to mention me at all. And you … "
Before Aulos could finish, Anne heard the siren from afar.
Aulos also heard it. "It seems that we should go."
"Where to?"
Aulos chuckled. "A place where no one will disturb us."
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