[Shen Xia Fuhua] It's dawn

The rain did not know when it had stopped, but the wind did not disappear.No one wants to leave first, where can they go if they leave here, what else can they do?Are there wolves?Have they won?God, how did you kill Olos?

Sherlock just stared at the exit of the path shaded by tall trees, John felt that there were still many questions that were unclear, and he had lost the *desire* to ask those doubts *mouth*.

All of this sucks.

The sun is finally slanting westward, and the full moon is about to rise from the sea level.They didn't go back to the small square under the clock tower, and it was meaningless to vote *.All the truths* are faintly visible, and they are clearly revealed.

John saw Greg slowly *wake* up from Mycroft's arms, he rubbed his eyes, looked sleepily at the *posture* of Mycroft hugging him, and couldn't help but *red* his face .Mycroft smiled slightly, lowered his head and kissed his forehead lightly - this behavior made Greg's face *red* so *several *desire* drops* of blood - then, he put Greg down, stood up, Walking towards John and Sherlock.

"It's finally us." Sherlock said lightly.

"I want to know, Mycroft, what if John and I *die* and you and Greg are the eventual winners? Are you finally free to live on this island? Ha! Impossible, There is also a *God* God on the island."

"Sherlock, what are you talking about? Why is Mycroft a wolf?!"

"Because the night before, I was accidentally *bitten* by a *crazy little thrush, who is *mixed*, so yes, I am a wolf now, too, John." Mycroft said again Sherlock said, "Perhaps, the result will be revealed soon."

"No, Mycroft, you can't, Sherlock is you—"

"No, he's not this one!" John's words were interrupted coldly by Sherlock.

"Mycroft!" Greg also stood up, and he walked towards McCoff, "Forget it, this island has taken so many *life* lives, even if we win, will we feel better? It shouldn’t be that you die and I live, and there is a third choice! The real choice *choice* should be with us, not with that *God* God!”

Mycroft: "God*God is just a person in the dark, and it is always destiny that really pushes us forward."

Sherlock: "Oh, but if we don't want to follow our destiny, what can God do to us?" He looked towards the exit of the path shaded by tall trees, there was a rustling sound, as if it had been a long time , It seemed that only a short while later, a petite figure appeared.She still looks like a half-grown girl, with flaxen hair in a mess, but there is no overly frightened expression on her face, and her eyebrows and eyes are full of adult frivolity and jokes.

"Your patience is too bad, Olos." Sherlock sighed.

"Oh, I just can't wait to hear your reasoning, and how you plan to fight fate, Mr. Holmes."

"You, designed everything *on* the island. Everyone *on* the island is inextricably linked, regardless of their random assignment of course."

"Suppose reporter Rosalind Suzy and her cameraman Algernon first *exposed* this quaint island, and then attracted a group of people, including Lemos Wall and his wife, to discuss * life *Scientists who *mutate*variant*research, some of them work for Susie*Biological*Technology*company in Australia, when the research has made gratifying progress, various *interests* are involved* The *inside* plot* also appeared, and Nixie Jill’s boyfriend State and Lawrence, who were corrupted*stolen*money*fleeing*, were the lab *experiment* agents* that flowed into the black* market The *network*sellers, the police didn't catch them because they were *sold* by *bio*technology*technologies*companies*, and they *did* sell* drugs*. Robert Haas, brother of Andrea Haas."

"So Rosalind Susie *killed* Cupid Susie because they were half-siblings fighting over the Susie estate; Rosalind Susie and Alger Farmer exposed some kind of *secret* secret on the island, attracting a group of scientists including Lemos Walf and his wife to investigate on the island. Wolf's wife should also try out *medicine* potion *unfortunately* Killed; Police Officer Greg Pfeiffer came to the island to investigate the *theft* of a *Montreal* bank *in London*, and one of his subjects of investigation, Miss Nixie Gill's boyfriend State and Lawrence Another *sell* Suzie*biology*biology*science*technology*company*laboratory*drug*drug*death*Andrea Haas’s brother Robert Haas’ culprit. , so Andrea, as a hunter, killed Lawrence with one shot even though she knew he was not a wolf; as for Algernon, probably he just had a crush on Rosalind, and when the *last* was *killed*, he simply killed him When a pure werewolf attacks anyone indiscriminately; what about you, you simply do your tricks when everyone starts to doubt the existence of *God* and take some kind of *fake*death*drug* after being selected , let everyone think that you were really *voted* to death. The question now is, why did you find this Mykoff Lugoni to go to the island, and why did Lyle Walker die?"

Olos showed a neurotic smile: "Very well, you were right from the beginning, Mr. Holmes, we need motivation for everything we do, and there are various motivations, so I will do this The motive for this is that I want to play a fun game with you guys!"

"Our Dustwald! She's a lovely little village isolated from the rest of the world, and even if we hide all kinds of secrets, it's our own little *secret*. I hate those reporters And scientists! Humans are always like this, full of endless novelty-seeking psychology, they never know how to restrain themselves, and they are always self-righteous, rejecting all aliens that are different from them, this is true for robots with self-awareness, and for us That's the same! They captured our villagers and carried out *cruel*inhuman* research for the purpose of experimentation. Finally they created test agents, some of which can turn people into *wolves on the night of the full moon , some can even control *transform* at will, and those running wolves on the island, who can never regain their human form no matter day or night, are the *product* of their *experiment* failure! "

Olos paused, and took a deep breath: "Of course I know their weaknesses. They are selfish and weak, they are *cruel* to aliens, and they are equally *cruel* to the same kind. What I appreciate most is that they are easy You can *kill* each other because of mutual grievances!"

"Innocent and naive Lyle is just the original on the island, he actually thinks my way is too *extreme*, and I think he will *leave* my *secret*, so I induce Algernon* Kill* him, that's all."

"As for Sir Mycroft Lugoni, you are a practical man and I have chosen the best man to end the game. And Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I must thank you for making my little game More challenging. Now, let's fight, gentlemen, when the sun sets and the moon rises, only one side can win, and the other side will *die* before dawn." Olos laughed with tears , ended her speech.

Sherlock looked directly at Olos: "Oh, I'm afraid you will be disappointed, we won't die," he pointed to himself and John, "they won't either." Then he pointed to Mycroft and Greg.

"No, he will kill you, he is already a werewolf, he must *kill* you."

Sherlock smiled: "Some people, such as my self-righteous elder brother, when he wants me to do something *not* beneficial* to him, he usually first lures *induced* to force* me to do something to the other person. An important person doing the same thing as a way to excite my rebel mentality. He doesn't know that he's more convincing as Mrs. Bracknell than he is. Of course, from an emotional standpoint , That was his, uh, kindness, and he wanted me to face him more easily."

"Humans are not robots or werewolves. They will not act step by step just because of a set identity. Their behavior is also dominated by emotions. Although most of the emotions are negative, stupid and redundant, sometimes they are positive and ,Well…"

"Selfless." John quickly answered.

"Okay, selfless."