Villains have special death skills

Chapter 127 Extra Story: Endless Love Into My Soul Forever
"Would you like to be a vampire?" she asked.

Victor shook his head, pressed his warm head against her cold forehead, closed his gray eyes, and said softly, "I'm sorry, I'm too selfish, I don't want to live in the darkness of eternal life. "

Her cold and soft hands caressed his warm face, and a crimson figure that once nestled in her arms flashed in the back of her mind, and she murmured: "It's okay."

She can live in the light, who wants to live in the darkness of eternal life, she doesn't blame him, after all, she also doesn't belong to this world.

……

"Are you Little Claudia's boyfriend?" The rebellious detective grabbed the ginger biscuits from the small plate, stuffed them into his mouth one by one, and poured a cup of black tea because it was too sweet. His gray eyes rolled, and he glanced at the hands held together by the young man and the girl with great interest.

"It's quite surprising, isn't it?" Dr. Watson on the side shrugged, and also picked up a piece of ginger biscuit and took a bite. He frowned, showing a helpless expression to Sherlock's tone, with a bad feeling Friends who are rebellious and rebellious in interpersonal communication are really embarrassing. They are always afraid that the visitor will be unkind, and want to slap their friend to death, isn't it?
"Well, this biscuit tastes good, thank you Louis for me." Sherlock smiled because the sweets brought a wonderful taste to his taste buds, and while holding the ginger biscuit in one hand, he said happily: "You... oh , I remember your name is Frankenstein, Victor, you are a doctor of biology at the university, I don’t know if you recognize James Moriarty, I even took his class back then.”

Victor smiled, let the girl sit down on the sofa, and stood beside the sofa. His brows were frowned, trying to recall, and he happened to remember that Igor said one day that a professor in the school seemed to have committed a crime. And committed suicide, the professor seems to be called Moriarty, what a coincidence.

"I don't know him, but I heard that the assistant mentioned this professor." Victor replied politely.

Sherlock poured himself another cup of black tea, his gray eyes lit up surprisingly because he talked about his old opponent, and he sighed: "Yes, he is really my once-in-a-lifetime opponent, and it's really nice to die. It's a pity." After all, life is so boring, if you don't come to some cases to make seasoning, wouldn't it be boring to death.

"Mr. Holmes, I was really scared into a cold sweat by your accident." The girl who had been sitting quietly on the sofa suddenly said, a smile appeared in her emerald green eyes, dotted like stars. Sparkling and charming.

Sherlock clapped his hands, and Dr. Watson handed over a clean handkerchief at this time, and Sherlock took over the biscuit crumbs and sticky feeling with familiar movements, and said casually, "You vampires will also have Is it this kind of emotion?" As soon as he blurted out these words, he seemed to realize that something was wrong, showing a smile to cover up the embarrassment.

"Hey, I'm sorry to tell you this well-known secret, little Claudia, don't mind." His eyebrows were raised high, the corners of his mouth were raised exaggeratedly, with only gray eyes, wise and calm, as if he had everything under control in their own hands.

The girl put a white and tender hand on her chin, and complained helplessly, "Sherlock, you already knew that, didn't you?"

"Oh, a vampire." Dr. Watson's brain wave channel didn't seem to turn around yet. After he took a sip of black tea, he realized that he quickly swallowed the hot black tea in his mouth, and shouted in surprise: "Hey, Claudia You are a vampire, can I write you in my adventure column?"

A certain woman: The people who live in Baker Street are not ordinary people, and their brain circuits are different from ordinary people.

After saying goodbye to the neighbors, she sent Victor back to his small apartment, and the two lingered at the door for a while until the apartment

Monster couldn't resist opening the door when he heard the movement.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a scene full of tenderness and ambiguity.

Monster scratched his sparse hair embarrassingly, and said apologetically, "Doctor, I'm sorry, you guys go on, go on."

The girl couldn't help but pull Victor into the apartment, and asked Monster in an intimate tone, "Have you been reading any books recently?"

Monster showed a bright smile, raised the magazines and books in his hand, and said, "I've been reading Dr. Watson's adventure column recently, which is very interesting, and I really want to meet Mr. Holmes if I have the opportunity, he is really admirable. "

"Yes, he is quite interesting." Victor recalled the previous scene. This Mr. Holmes looked serious, wise and calm, but he liked to tease people and play pranks. He was really an interesting guy. .

The girl sat aside and listened quietly to the conversation between the two of them. Sometimes she felt that family affection and companionship might be the most heartwarming things in the world, and that a life of steady flow may not necessarily be a happy day sometimes.

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Time is sometimes very long, sometimes very short.

She was sitting by the bed, stroking Victor's old white-haired chicken-skinned cheeks with her cold and smooth fingertips. After 58 years of companionship, she finally came to this point, and Dorian's words sounded in her mind——

Haven't you learned the darkest secret of eternal life?

Everyone gets old and dies, except you.

Everyone is wiped out, except you.

Any of your children will turn into gray-haired old men and perish before your eyes.

Any of your loved ones ages, shrinks into a hunched old man with lost hair and teeth.

Yet you, and only you, are never old, never tired, never gone, alone.

"Victor," she said softly.

"Huh?" The aging Victor raised his white-haired old hand with difficulty, when he was not touching the hot and cold fingertips, or touching the girl's smooth and rough fingertips. When his skin was as smooth as before, he couldn't help showing a slight smile. He smiled, and with difficulty spit out hoarse words from his throat.

"I'm sorry," he said.

I'm sorry I couldn't accompany you forever.

Sorry for being so selfish.

Sorry to break your heart.

She rubbed his dry and old palm, and said with a choked tone: "It's okay."

"Really?" Victor's gray, cloudy, old eyes suddenly lit up. He seemed to see the past through the girl with the same face, and saw a girl rushing from the shadows on that snowy night. He came out and carefully pulled the girl at the corner of his clothes in a flustered tone, and heard her choked up and said, "Sir, my father and I are lost, can you help me?"

She was pale, he remembered, but her cheeks were still full like plums, and she looked charming, radiant, with golden hair and ornaments that made her look alluring, with curved eyelashes and Bright and clear emerald green eyes, as well as moist and full lips, these make her look as delicate as a Barbie doll.

"Do you know?" He opened his chapped lips and said with difficulty: "The thing I don't regret the most in my life is that I took you home on that snowy night with a soft heart."

He seemed to be 58 years younger at this moment, and he was back to when he was 22 years old, that high-spirited young doctor, that Frankenstein who was only moved by scientific experiments, that unfeeling, indifferent and selfish young man, at this moment he was gray Her eyes were astonishingly bright, but her slightly hot hand fell down feebly in the next instant, and her cloudy eyes gradually lost their last brilliance.

"Victor, no, no—" she let out a mournful wail, blood and tears flowed slowly from the corners of her eyes, a ray of sunlight in the morning came in from the window, and the girl's skin was burned little by little by the sunlight, but But she unconsciously held Victor's lifeless old hand.

Monster rushed in at this time, he quickly picked up the girl, carried him all the way into the basement, and put him in the coffin.

"Claudia, listen, listen, the doctor is gone, you can't die just because of this, you know?" Monster stuffed her into the coffin, the girl's white teeth were tightly Biting her delicate lower lip, tears of blood rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

……

"Little Claudia, long time no see." Dorian's appearance was still unparalleled, and his gray eyes were warmed by seeing her. He gently and somewhat stiffly pulled the corners of his mouth, and asked: "Where is Victor, how is he?"

The girl didn't look at him, but looked at the gray and black river surface. The warm wind was blowing, but she didn't notice the warmth. She said in a flat voice: "He passed away last week. It's gone." She blinked her emerald green eyes lightly, the expression on her face was very flat, so flat that no one could see her emotions.

The corners of Dorian's mouth slightly raised, and a look of surprise flashed across his gray eyes, and he said, "I'm sorry, I brought up your sadness." After a pause, he asked regretfully, "Then What are you going to do, go back or stay here?" Go back to Paris, go back to America, or...stay here?
"Dorian, you've lived so long, have you ever met someone you want to keep?" She asked softly, her voice was a little ethereal and distant by the warm wind.

Dorian smiled, his gray eyes were cold, but he seemed to think of someone, and he felt warm again in an instant, he said softly in a pleasant voice: "Yes, but that's useless, in the end you can The only thing that accompanies me is loneliness."

"Really?" She turned around at this time, stared deeply at him with her dark green eyes that were no longer clear, and asked, "Then have you ever regretted it?"

"Regret?" Dorian seemed to have heard some big joke. He turned his head, no longer looked at the girl, but looked at the calm and dark water, and said casually: "From the day I made a wish on the portrait, I lost myself." The day I found out, I had become a beautiful and numb, perfect, unchanging, portrait of myself.

"What about you, do you regret being with Victor?" he asked, curiosity flickering across his gray eyes.

There was a hint of warmth in her emerald green eyes, as if through him, she saw scenes of the past again.

In the depths of my mind, a familiar bass echoed, and the man was muttering softly:
On summer blue nights, I will tread the path,

Push aside the sharp wheat awns and cross the green grassland:
Dreamer, I feel bursts of freshness from the soles of my feet.

A cool breeze blows over my head.

Say nothing, think nothing:

Endless love is forever in my soul,
I will go far, far away,
like a bohemian,
Follow nature—as happy as having a girl by your side.

　The last poem is Rimbaud's...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)