Personality V: I will save everything

Originally, when Holmes returned to the lobby of the Golden Rose Theatre, he had already made full mental preparations.

He knew very well that this place was full of mysteries and unpredictable factors. No matter what shocking behavior he would witness next, he decided to remain calm, treat it as normal, and pretend that he didn't hear or see it.

However, the moment he stepped into the hall, the scene before him was completely beyond his expectations.

He was shocked to find that Miss Valletta had actually taken the man away! Not only that, but even the bloodstains on the ground were cleaned up, as if nothing had ever happened here.

Holmes stared at the empty ground with his eyes wide open in disbelief, and an indescribable shock surged in his heart. If he had not witnessed everything that happened here before, he could not imagine that a half-dead man was lying here not long ago.

Not only that, Miss Valletta now only has two arms and two legs, and looks exactly like an ordinary human being. There is no trace of her original spider appearance at all.

Facing Holmes' surprised look, Miss Violetta seemed unusually calm. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, as if she had anticipated Holmes' reaction.

The meaning of this smile was obvious. Since there was a human being present, Miss Violetta was obviously willing to make some concessions to take care of Holmes' feelings.

After the shock, what came to her mind was a deep sense of pity. If Miss Valletta had not experienced all that, she would have been a gentle woman by now.

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"Nice to meet you, Mr. Holmes. My name is Violetta." Violetta smiled and extended her right hand to Holmes enthusiastically, as if she wanted to introduce herself in a new way.

Holmes responded politely, "Nice to meet you, Miss Violetta." He extended his hand, ready to shake hands with Violetta.

However, just as his hand was about to touch Valletta's hand, Holmes suddenly felt a strange touch. It was not the softness and warmth he expected, but a cold and hard texture, as if he was holding not a lady's hand, but a sculpture.

Holmes's expression instantly became solemn, his brows slightly furrowed, and his eyes revealed a hint of surprise and confusion.

Violetta obviously noticed the change in Holmes. She still had a smile on her face, but there was a hint of helplessness in her eyes. She slowly took off her gloves and showed her hands to Holmes.

Holmes looked closely and saw that Violetta was wearing a pair of exquisite prostheses on her hands, which were close to her skin color and almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

"Alva should have told you about me just now. As you can see, all my limbs are prosthetics~" Valletta's voice was still relaxed, but it was mixed with some unspeakable bitterness.

Holmes stared at Violetta's artificial limb, and a strong sense of sympathy and pity surged in his heart. He could not imagine what kind of pain and torture this young girl had gone through.

Although it was such a heavy matter, Valletta could speak of it so calmly, which made Holmes feel both admiration and distressed.

He felt his throat tightening and his eyes gradually became moist, as if hot tears were about to flow out.

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When Holmes returned to Baker Street from the Golden Rose Theatre, he was in an extremely heavy mood. He walked up the stairs slowly, and each step seemed a little laborious.

As soon as he entered the room, he met the landlady. The landlady asked him if everything was okay. Holmes simply answered and hurried back to his room and closed the door.

He sat quietly in a chair, thinking back to what had just happened in the theater. Miss Valletta's sad but strong face kept appearing in front of him, and he felt deeply sympathetic for her experience.

However, Holmes also knows that for a woman like Miss Violetta, sympathy may not be what she needs. She may want to be treated as an ordinary person rather than an object of pity.

So Holmes tried hard to control his emotions and buried Miss Violetta's affairs deep in his heart. Although he felt uncomfortable all the way, he never let his tears flow.

It was not until he returned to Baker Street that he could no longer hold back his tears, which poured out like a flood. He sat silently by the window, looking out at the street, letting his tears flow freely.

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He could never forget what Mr. Alva said to him. Those words were deeply engraved in his mind like a brand and could never be erased.

"To become a monster, there is a necessary condition - that is 'death'. Mr. Holmes, we monsters...are all humans who have died once."

These words were like a bolt of lightning, piercing through the darkness in his heart and giving him a completely new understanding of monsters.

He began to wonder, what kind of experience could make a person come back from the brink of death and become a monster?

Mr. Alva's example made him understand that sometimes, death is not the end, but a new beginning.

Just like Mr. Alva, he died in an explosion caused by an experimental error, but under the influence of some mysterious force, he returned to this world in the form of a monster.

So, what about Miss Violetta? What does her death mean? According to his inference, Miss Violetta's death was probably a painful death in endless torture.

She may have suffered inhuman abuse, which caused great physical and mental trauma. She eventually could not bear it and chose to die.

But what had she done wrong? Why did she have to suffer this torture?

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"Oh my God, Sherlock, are you crying?" Mycroft couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise when he saw Sherlock Holmes' slightly red eyes and slightly moist corners of his eyes.

At this moment, Sherlock was standing by the window, with his back to him, motionless, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

Mycroft was originally in London, and just happened to meet the landlady on the street. The landlady anxiously described Mr. Holmes' abnormal condition to him and begged him to go up and take a look. After all, Mycroft, as Holmes's brother, was closer to him and might be able to better understand his situation.

Although Mycroft was somewhat puzzled, he decided to follow the landlady's advice. He walked quickly up the stairs and gently opened the door of Holmes' room.

As soon as he entered the room, Mycroft saw his brother's slightly lonely back. He slowly walked to Sherlock and asked with concern: "Sherlock, what's wrong with you? What happened?"

However, to Mycroft's surprise, his brother, who was usually eloquent and quick-witted, remained silent this time. He just stood there quietly, with a blank look in his eyes, as if he had lost his former brilliance.

This abnormal silence made Mycroft realize the seriousness of the problem. He couldn't help but start to worry about his brother, wondering what kind of troubles he had encountered to make him so depressed.

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After a thorough explanation...

"Oh, God..." Mycroft couldn't help but sigh. He finally understood Sherlock's feelings at the moment.

If they were monsters from the beginning, then the feelings between them must be different from those between humans, and humans may not be able to understand their situation.

However, when I learned that they were actually human beings, and that they had experienced endless pain and torture and even died once, the impact of this change in cognition was simply indescribable.

This means that they were not born as aliens, but were drawn into this terrible fate for some reason. They were once ordinary human beings with their own lives and dreams, but these rights were ruthlessly deprived.

This feeling is like the fact that humans cannot empathize with the chickens, pigs, cows and sheep being slaughtered, but when the object is changed to humans, the feeling is different.

What kind of monster? In the final analysis, it is just a human being tortured by a tragic fate. Because it is impossible to survive as a human being, it can only become a monster.

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the other side,

"How was it? Did I perform well? (′?｀*)" Valletta looked at everyone with a smile on her face, her eyes sparkling with excitement, as if she was waiting for everyone's praise.

Everyone nodded and spoke highly of Violetta's performance.

"Of course, Violetta, your performance was absolutely perfect!"

"Yes, you played the role so well that it made people completely immersed in it."

After hearing these compliments, Violetta was even happier and her smile became brighter. However, at this moment, someone suddenly mentioned Alva.

"But I didn't expect that Alva, you acted so well!" The person who spoke was Norton. He looked at Alva in surprise. "You actually managed to make Holmes stunned. I thought you might be exposed."

After all, Alva was just a researcher who usually stayed in the laboratory, and Norton didn't think he would be very good at acting.

Alva smiled slightly, looking a little embarrassed. "It's not that difficult actually," he explained, "I just imagine myself standing on the podium, teaching the text to a group of students. In this way, I feel like I'm telling them a story, not acting."

"And after all, we're not acting, are we? We're just having a half-hearted conversation, and acting has a script to follow."

What Jack said did make sense. Although they changed some details during the communication process, the contents of these changes were actually things that really happened to them.

In this way, even the most capable people would find it difficult to detect that what they said was a lie. After all, everything they said was true, they were just telling part of the truth.

"But what should we do next?" Violetta looked around anxiously, as if she was afraid of being eavesdropped. Only after she was sure that Natasha was not around did she breathe a sigh of relief and lower her voice to the person next to her, "Do we really have to change the cast for the next play?"

You know, Natasha has always been very passionate about this kind of thing, but isn't she planning to have a second child with Jake recently?

Although it is not confirmed yet that she is pregnant, but with the frequency they are having now...it feels like I can give them a surprise (or a shock) anytime and anywhere.

When she thought of this, Violetta couldn't help but frown, and she secretly worried about Natasha's physical condition.

After all, given Natasha's current physical condition, Valletta was really worried whether she could withstand such high intensity pressure.

Although for Natasha, this might not be stress at all.

"I think we should change..." Norton thought for a moment, then said, "I asked Sangria before, the theater where she is currently working is about to undergo a new renovation, and she has nothing to do right now, so it should be a good idea to let her come over to replace her."