Song Yiqiao lay on the hospital bed in a daze, and the crowd in front of her kept talking, like buzzing flies, so noisy that her head was about to burst.

"The doctor is here!"

They hurriedly got out of the way, only to see a middle-aged man in a white coat walking up to them, opening Song Yiqiao's eyelids and looking at them.

"Well, she's recovering well, she needs to raise her baby these days, it's best to let her rest well."

Song Yiqiao's heart chuckled.

She asked sluggishly, "...... Raising a baby? ”

"You suddenly fainted on the way to work, and you were sent by a passing well-wisher for examination, only to find that the child in your womb has been almost a month old."

One month......

Song Yiqiao bit her lip, Sherlock's face appeared in her mind, and her gaze instantly dimmed. They had only had a relationship once, and in Song Yiqiao's opinion, it was only a week ago.

How long was she in a coma in the other world? Or rather...... What exactly is Amp going to do?

"Jojo, do you want something to eat?"

"No thanks."

She politely refused her father's cautious greeting, but did not allow her father to call her by her first name as usual.

"I want to be alone for a while, please go out first."

Father Song's lips moved, and a sigh was swallowed into his stomach.

"Okay, I'll come back to see you later."

"Hmm."

She watched her family go away, and when the door was shut, tears welled up in her eyes.

Song Yiqiao cried like a child.

She clutched her abdomen with one hand, as if she had found the only connection to that world. She breathed hard, trying to calm her mind, so hard that she almost tore the sheets, but still, the tears fell unremittingly, and the restrained whispers of despair sounded heartbreaking.

The system is gone, the magical ability is gone, if it weren't for hearing the news of the child, Song Yiqiao almost thought that he had a long enough dream to be true.

…… It's over.

She stared blankly at the dreary twilight outside the window. When she returned to the original world, it seemed that the air had become much drier, and the stuffy smell enveloped her whole body, making her breathless.

Looking at the weather, it looks like it's going to rain.

……

The next time flew by, and Song Yiqiao returned home after a few days of recuperation in the hospital. She continued to work in the company, and occasionally Song's father would come to see her with some supplements, knowing that Song Yiqiao couldn't cook, and most of them were stewed soft meat or delicious soup.

Song Yiqiao was silent and accepted them all.

She took the thermos bucket and put it aside, seeing that Father Song was sweating profusely and was about to leave, she said in a low voice: "Dad, you can sit down again." ”

Father Song's movements froze, as if he was holding back his excited emotions, wiped his eyes without a trace, turned his head and sat on the sofa with a smile.

"Aunt Zhou, how are they doing?"

She poured a glass of water and placed it in front of her father, her voice understated. In the past, the name that would be angry when it was mentioned was suddenly understandable after experiencing several life and death.

Father Song's hands were a little cramped and uneasy: "It's good." She has been busy with Xiaotong's kindergarten recently, and she has to take care of housework, so she is always idle. ”

"You usually help a little, and it's not easy for her."

“……”

Song Yiqiao lowered his head and whispered: "Dad, I'm sorry, I've been too paranoid all these years." ”

Father Song's eyes instantly turned red when he heard this, and he muttered and repeated over and over again: "It's not your fault...... It's my problem...... My Jojo is the hardest ......"

Childhood memories flashed instantly, those smiles, crying, and there was always a mountain-like thick and strong shoulders behind her that was enough for her to rely on. Even if she insisted on choosing a major and ran to a province far away from home, the man in front of her would never reprimand her.

Song Yiqiao's nose was sour, and he stepped forward to give a warm embrace that he hadn't had for many years.

His shoulders seemed to be wet from something, and the wet marks that fell on it made Song Yiqiao speechless. After a long silence, she choked up and said, "Dad, I want to take the child to see Mom." ”

"Good ......"

On this day, it was overcast and the sky was drizzling. Song's father was afraid that she would fall, so he kept carefully supporting Song Yiqiao, while she held up a big black umbrella to block all the rain outside.

The two walked in a lonely world in the drizzle, like two hedgehogs who depended on each other.

They stood in front of the tombstone, the woman on it smiling like a flower, and even after all these years, the gentle expression has not changed. It is also the silent Xiaoyu, the black umbrella, and the two people standing side by side, but now Song Yiqiao can already help his father hold the umbrella, and there is another person's child in the womb.

She's going to be a real mother too.

Song Yiqiao stood still for a long time, and suddenly whispered, "I want to give birth to this child." ”

Father Song hesitated and asked, "What about the child's father?" ”

"In another world."

Obviously, Father Song misunderstood what she meant.

He held Song Yiqiao's hand, his expression was gentle but he couldn't hide his distress: "Don't worry, we will all take good care of the children, as long as I live one more day in this world, there will be no time for you to be wronged." ”

Song Yiqiao smiled for the first time when he returned here.

She looked at the clean tombstones that were often cleaned, at the rough hands of her father holding her tightly, and at the rows of tombstones and rolling hills in the distance, and finally the blue gray color of the sky and the rain dripping on the ground as far as the eye could see.

"Click, click......"

"Let's go back."

She withdrew her gaze, her tone flat.

……

Song Yiqiao never expected that as soon as she pushed the door open, an uninvited guest was sitting on the sofa. The man crossed his legs and turned his head to greet her, "Hey, Joe, it looks like life has been good lately." ”

He was dressed in a casual light gray jumper, and his blue eyes through the lenses seemed to be smiling.

It's Ample.

Song Yiqiao froze in place, speechless for a long time.

"You...... How did it end up here? ”

"Isn't that welcome? I'm bringing you good news. ”

Anpu looked leisurely as if he was sitting in his own home, he waved his hand casually, motioned for Song Yiqiao to sit down, and then said slowly: "Do you want to go back?" ”

Her eyes widened suddenly.

"What do you mean—"

"If you don't have this child, you can't have a chance. It should have completely eliminated the bonds between each other, but because of the bloodline, I didn't know where to start, and I wasted a lot of time without success. ”

Song Yiqiao instantly understood, no wonder she had been pregnant for nearly a month after being checked, and she should have fallen into a coma for more than 20 days.

"Your soul has been partially fused with another world, so you have to go back."

He paused, then added, "This is a gift from the god Eurisis." ”

“……”

"What do you Chinese say? …… Yes, the oath has been validated, and after your life is gone, your soul will go to Hades to continue its service. ”

Song Yiqiao didn't know whether this was a blessing or a curse, and was silent for a while with a complicated expression. However, the irrepressible longing has made her unable to hesitate anymore.

She's got to see Sherlock!

"Okay."

"Let's go now, then."

"Wait! I haven't said goodbye to them yet! ”

"Don't worry, I'll take care of the rest." Amp rubbed his temples in annoyance, "Troublesome mortal. ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Erase their memories."

“……”

It's also good that once she decides to go to another world, her disappearance will only make her father more miserable. It's better to erase all of this so that everyone can live their own lives without burden.

Song Yiqiao closed his eyes: "Let's go." ”

Time and space gradually distorted, and Ampu's meaningful words came from his ears: "The chaos will be calm, I will deal with all the mess you left behind, remember to thank me when I return to the underworld." ”

"Boom-"

Song Yiqiao shook unsteadily, and then was supported by a person.

"Miss? Miss, are you alright? ”

She heard a familiar voice and looked strangely at her former enemy, Grave.

He was wearing a police uniform, with a gun pinned to his waist, and his expression gently hugged Song Yiqiao's waist, and the amazement and admiration in his eyes could not be concealed.

Who can tell her what the hell is going on?

Song Yiqiao hurriedly pushed him away and glanced at the glass in the window, yes, it was still his own body. But how could Grave?

"Don't you remember who I am?" She frowned, "Greve, you'd better be less joking, or be careful I'll knock your teeth out." ”

"We ...... Have you ever met? ”

Grave looked dazed.

She stood there for a few seconds, and suddenly remembered Amp's words, and her heart fell suddenly.

"This young lady, where are you going?!"

Song Yiqiao ran briskly towards the familiar apartment on Baker Street, she was flustered, she had never been so scared as she was now. Crossing a street, she saw Mrs. Hudson standing in the doorway, holding a basket in her hand.

"Mrs. Hudson!"

Her breath was a little unsteady, but her eyes were looking directly at the kind and good-natured landlady opposite.

Sure enough, in Mrs. Hudson's mouth, she spat out a sentence that she least wanted to hear.

"May I ask who you are?"

Song Yiqiao bit her lip and held back a smile: "Hello, I'm Sherlock's old friend, I heard him say your name in the early years, does he live here?" ”

"Sherlock ......"

Mrs. Hudson's expression suddenly became very sad.

"He fell off a cliff in pursuit of a criminal."

Fell off a cliff......

Fell......