[Shen Xia Fuhua] It's dawn

It was the night of the full moon when Sherlock woke up, and the clear brilliance of the full moon shone on the head of the bed. He lay on the bed, his eyes didn't blink, and his brain, which was always running at high speed, was rarely blank.He clearly remembered the last second, when he and Moriarty fell down the Reichenbach Falls together, just before he was about to lose consciousness, the milky white, boiling torrent was driving him into the icy abyss, and then—— He moved his eyeballs, and when he opened them again, he found himself lying in what could barely be called a warm and soft blanket.

Suddenly there was a slight noise outside, and Sherlock turned his head. He felt stiff all over, and could only stare at the closed door with his neck stretched out.The door opened slowly, and John Watson walked in slowly, carrying a paraffin lamp. He walked up to his bed and bent down to look at him.

"Surprised, isn't it? I was surprised too! The last second I was yelling at the Reichenbach Falls at you, Sherlock, you bloody liar! You think you're sneaking off to talk to Moriah without telling me Would it make me sad that Dee dueled and self righteously decided to die with him? No! I will never feel the slightest bit sad about your stupid behavior!"

"Okay, I get it, thanks, John, your expression says it all."

"Expression? Sherlock, don't pretend that you understand human emotions very well, I mean the normal ones!"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "So, John, if your emotions—the kind of ordinary people, have returned to calm, would you like to tell me what's going on?"

John angrily threw a bunch of—well, suspected food and water at Sherlock, and sat down at the end of the bed.His eyes were red, but fortunately, he had spent nearly two days digesting those emotions such as anger, sadness, ecstasy, and horror.

"The situation is very strange. I only woke up one day earlier than you. At that time, we and another father and son passed out on the beach. After I woke up, I heard from the father that it was because of a passenger plane crash and fell into the sea—"

"airliner?"

"Yes, the airliner!" John seemed to be in a better mood, well, finally there was something he knew that Sherlock didn't—even though he had just learned about this new thing a day ago. "I understand this as an improved version of the "Fengshen" invented by someone after Clement Adair. Unfortunately, we can't see the real thing. Only a small part of the wreckage of the passenger plane was washed up on the beach by the waves. We, too, were The waves crashed onto the island as the only survivors of the crash."

"By the way, today should be September 9, 27."

Sherlock smiled: "That is to say, we who were 200 years ago came to the future 200 years later together, and we still carry the memories of 200 years ago. However, human beings 200 years later have not yet died because of their own stupidity. Extinct? This situation is really weird."

John rolled his eyes: "Of course, you can understand it that way, but the weirdness I'm talking about doesn't just refer to these."

The big and bright full moon hung high in the sky, and John Watson was shrouded in the moonlight. He said: "This island is not big. Yesterday, I went around the island with the father and son, and met again and again. I saw a few survivors, and they helped me carry you to this house. According to them, there are several similar huts scattered on the island, so there should be a village on this island, but It was abandoned for some reason.”

"Then, I found these when I was cleaning the house last night." John pointed to the pile of things scattered on the quilt, "I found these bread, cans and drinking water from the closet, and I checked many times , they are indeed fresh and not spoiled."

He pulled out another crumpled notebook from the pile and handed it to Sherlock: "Look at this."

Sherlock felt that his stiff limbs were full of vitality again, and his frozen brain was also returning to a good state of high-speed operation. He took the notebook and opened the yellowed first page.

"Our village is called Dustwald, and we are the only residents on this lonely island, but on the night of the full moon not long ago, we were attacked by werewolves."

"We have wise village chiefs and brave hunters, but every full moon night, a villager will die! The girl secretly opened her eyes on the full moon night, and she told me that she saw the dark forest running A wolf. The old woman shambles past me, her half-worn robes bulging with pockets."

"The werewolf must be hiding among us! I know everyone around me, and I don't seem to know any of them."

"I gradually began to believe that this is a little game that God plays with us. Once the game starts, it will continue until the day it ends. Hehe, it's so interesting. God has given us the most realistic characters, prophets, witches, hunters, etc. Wait, brutal wolves and poor defenseless villagers, but we also have our rules, and now I will record them as follows, and every resident of the island obeys them."

"If one day, you also come to Dustwald, then you are welcome to join our little game. It's dark, please close your eyes. J"

"And then, I just discovered this." John watched Sherlock close the notebook, and took out a pair of small and cute potion bottles from his arms. "Looks like, if there's such a thing as a character, then I'm supposed to be, um, a witch?"

"what!"

"So, I should also find something to prove my identity."

"I don't know. If the rules recorded in the notebook are followed, ordinary villagers should not have them."

Sherlock curled his lips, and the expression on his face clearly stated that there is no such possibility!

"But do you really believe it, Sherlock? The stories and rules here are all weird. Who prepared the fresh food and water? Who made the gadgets that symbolize status? And who ruled that we Must act in accordance with the above rules? Is the so-called identity and role assigned so randomly? We will not start to kill each other cruelly because of this inexplicable randomness? In short, I think everything is extremely weird! "

"Very well, John, it seems that my suicidal fall from the Reichenbach Falls has finally opened your mind!"

John suddenly took the notebook from Sherlock's hand: "Sherlock Holmes, I can get a compliment from you. Now I believe that you really fell down the Reichenbach Falls!"

Sherlock smiled: "Have you ever thought about it, John, if everything said in this notebook is true? Then, tonight is the night of the first full moon."

"but--"

"But why the hell can't my legs move!"

John lowered his eyes and sighed softly: "Take it easy, Sherlock. I still don't believe that such a randomly assigned identity can cause killing! Since you disappeared at the Reichenbach Falls until today, I have been ill for many days. I'm so glad you're alive when you're asleep."

What Sherlock was about to blurt out came to an abrupt end. "I feel hungry." He grabbed a bag of bread, his tone was a little pitiful, and he moved inside with difficulty, looking up at John: "Why don't you sleep here tonight."