Personality V: I will save everything

Chapter 657 Go home.

In fact,

If Jack was to be honest, he really wanted to criticize the script that Carl had written.

At the beginning, the script was pretty good, the plot developed smoothly, and the characters were well-developed.

However, as the story draws to a close, Jack finds that the ending is too idealistic, like the kind of perfect ending that only a child could imagine.

Despite this, Jack decided not to say anything more. After all, the play was almost over, and even if he was dissatisfied with the ending, he couldn't change anything. Moreover, he knew in his heart that no matter what, the play had to go on until the very end.

The good news, however, is that once the show is over, Jack can finally shed the character and return to being himself.

To be honest, there was one scene in the process of playing this role that made him feel particularly uncomfortable, that is when he kissed Holmes. At that time, he almost couldn't help but vomit. The feeling was really too strange.

"Jack, you've almost had enough. Look at yourself, your mouth is almost broken!" Norton couldn't help but speak as he watched Jack wiping his mouth constantly.

Although the "performance" had long ended, Norton still had a special liking for the white suit he was wearing, so he did not rush to change clothes like others, but chose to continue wearing it.

After hearing Norton's words, Jack stopped what he was doing, raised his head, looked at Norton with a slightly resentful look, and complained: "You are talking without any pain in your waist. It's fun to be a big boss, right?"

However, just as Jack was about to continue complaining, he suddenly seemed to remember something and swallowed back the words on the tip of his tongue. He just muttered softly: "But you are......"

(Norton, who owns a large gold mine and a group of miners under him.)

"I'm telling you two to stop messing around." Grace finally came over to smooth things over. "Jack, what did you give Holmes at the end? It wasn't in the script, was it?"

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The ending of the story is not very dramatic; everything seems so ordinary. After going through all kinds of hardships, the two characters, Miss Jenny and Mr. Jose Bardem, finally ascend to heaven.

However, within this seemingly ordinary ending, a shocking truth is revealed. It turns out that when people suffer a major tragedy or are bewitched by demons, they can easily lose themselves and transform into terrifying monsters. This isn't their fault, but rather the result of a combination of factors, including their personality, their surroundings, and the perceptions of others.

It is precisely because of this that God showed his mercy and tolerance. He was willing to give these children who had turned into monsters a chance, so that they could have the opportunity to return to heaven.

To achieve this goal, God arranged a special person, Andrew, whose task was to record the situation of every child who turned into a monster and to evaluate their words and deeds every day after they turned into monsters on Halloween every year.

Only those children who behave well and have redeemed their sins can be qualified to return to heaven. Although this process is long and difficult, it is undoubtedly a precious opportunity for redemption for those children who were once lost.

Finally, Holmes, who was in the audience, could clearly see that before Miss Jenny disappeared in the light, she smiled and waved to him, and pointed to the envelope in his hand again.

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"So what did you write to him?"

Grace couldn't help but ask again.

"A key and a slip of paper with an address on it."

Jack finally announced the answer.

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Holmes left the Golden Rose Theatre, clutching the mysterious note. The address on the note led him to a remote warehouse. The warehouse's surroundings were somewhat desolate, in stark contrast to the bustling city.

When he stood in front of the warehouse door, a trace of doubt and anticipation surged in his heart. He carefully inserted the key into the lock, turned it gently, and with a "click", the door opened.

As he pushed open the door, a stale smell hit him. The warehouse was dimly lit, with only a few rays of weak sunlight coming through the high windows, barely illuminating the space. Holmes took a closer look and was somewhat surprised by the scene before him - there were a group of children standing in the warehouse!

The children were of varying ages, the youngest perhaps only four or five, the oldest no more than ten. Their clothes were somewhat worn, and their faces revealed a maturity and worry that was disproportionate to their age.

"Mom is gone, right?" A child who looked older broke the silence, his voice trembling slightly, as if he already knew the answer.

Holmes nodded without saying anything. He silently observed the children, trying to catch some clues from their expressions and movements.

Seeing this, the child slowly pulled out another letter from his pocket and handed it to Holmes. The envelope was already a little wrinkled, obviously from being handled repeatedly by the children.

Holmes took the envelope and gently tore it open, revealing a check, a title deed, and a letter. He unfolded the letter and read it carefully.

Dear Mr. Holmes,

It is with deep regret and anxiety that I write this letter to express my deepest request to you. I know this request is very rude and may even cause you a lot of trouble, but apart from you, I really can't think of anyone else to entrust such an important matter to.

You must remember the occasion when we met, which was the first crime I committed. At that time, I brutally killed a prostitute and also killed a nobleman and all his subordinates.

The prostitute's son was the one who delivered this letter to you. As for the other children, they were all imprisoned by that noble, becoming pitiful tools for his perverted desires. I rescued them, but faced with so many children, I was truly overwhelmed and unable to bear the responsibility of raising them.

I believe that by the time you read this letter, you'll already be fully aware of these circumstances. Yes, I'm leaving here and going to a distant place to start a new life. I know this decision is selfish and irresponsible, but I really have no choice.

Before I leave, however, I have a humble request that I hope you will grant me. I implore you to help care for these children, to give them love and shelter, and to allow them to grow up in a relatively safe and warm environment. I know this is a heavy burden for you, but I believe that your kindness and sense of justice will compel you to accept this request.

To express my gratitude, I've enclosed a check and a copy of the land title. While this is a small gift, it's all I have at the moment. I hope this helps, and it's just a token of my appreciation.

And I know you will definitely wipe off the lip prints I left on you, so this is just another little prank of mine.

At the end of the letter, a bright lip print was particularly eye-catching. There was no doubt that it was Miss Jenny's mark.

And the title deed was even more astonishing—it turned out to be the title deed of the Golden Rose Theatre! This theatre was famous for its luxurious decoration and outstanding artistic atmosphere, and now it had become the property of Sherlock Holmes.

"Just give me such a luxurious theater..." Holmes couldn't help but murmur softly, with an indescribable surprise in his heart.

Looking at the check again, the number written on it was 30 pounds! This was no small amount of money, enough to buy a property in the entire city of London.

"This is really a generous reward..." Holmes sighed to himself, and at the same time he was puzzled by Miss Jenny's generosity.

He really couldn't understand why Miss Jenny was so confident in handing over such a huge fortune to him. Wasn't she worried that he would abscond with the money?

However, Holmes also knew in his heart that Miss Jenny's request was indeed a bit excessive, even quite willful.

"However, I really like this reward..." Holmes's mouth corners rose slightly, revealing a faint smile.

He gently kissed the fiery red lip print on the envelope, as if he was having a silent communication with Miss Jenny. To him, this lip print was far more valuable than the 30 pounds. It represented a special emotion and trust.

"Come on, kids, I'll take you to a new place..."

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"So this is what you gave him. I thought you would bring the children back, Jack. There is no shortage of places for them to live in the manor." Norton looked at Jack with a puzzled expression, as if he was a little puzzled by his decision.

Jack shook his head and said firmly, "Norton, what are you thinking?" He ruthlessly dismissed Norton's thoughts and continued to explain, "They belong to that world, not ours. If I rashly bring them here, the huge contrast and gap will be huge. Are you sure those children can accept it?"

Jack took a deep breath and continued, "Moreover, most of them were actually taken away from their parents by that noble. Their parents are still looking for them. How can I take them away directly?"

After hearing this, Norton was silent for a while, then he sighed and said, "Okay, I understand. But every time I see those children, I can't help but think, it would be great if I could rescue them."

Jack patted Norton's shoulder and comforted him: "I know what you're thinking, but we can't act impulsively. We need to find a better way to help them instead of simply bringing them back."

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"So what do you think of the script I wrote?!"

As he said this, a figure suddenly leaped over like a cannonball, frightening Jack so much that he almost bit his tongue. You know, not long ago, Jack was secretly complaining about the childish ending of Carl's script.

However, in response to Carl's questioning, the three of them gave high praise in unison.

"very good!"

"awesome!"

"You write so well, Carl!"

For a moment, the room was filled with praise for Carl's script. But apart from these compliments, were there no other comments?

Of course not, is there any need to ask? (=_=)

"That's great! So are you guys ready for the next one?"

Carl's words successfully made Jack fall off the chair.

Next???

Why is there another one???

How come it’s so fast?!?!

never mind,