Song Yiqiao swears that what she hates most is choosing this word.

Since coming here, there will always be people who have forced her to make a choice, but it is still a dilemma. With the muzzle of the gun still on her back, Hubert watched Song Yiqiao's every move like an experienced hunter, ready to strike back deadly.

“…… Why do you have to choose? Let's talk about it and make all the misunderstandings clear, okay? ”

"It's useless to stall for time."

With a slight force in his hand, he pressed Song Yiqiao against the wall, and the gun that was pressed against his back was also transferred to his throat.

It was the first time to feel the fear of death so closely, Song Yiqiao almost trembled, she stabilized her tone, and looked at Hubert as calmly as possible: "You don't want my life, I understand, you are forcing me." ”

Hubert smiled gently, his dark eyes darkening in the dimly lit room, "Joe, I don't think you know enough about Ferro. Even if someone breaks in, I'll still blow your head with a bullet at the last minute, and no one will dare to question it. Half of London's underground is under my control, including you, so it would be a fool's decision to wait for a little private investigator to come to the rescue. ”

The muzzle of ** pressed down on his throat, and Song Yiqiao even had some difficulty swallowing.

She was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly whispered in a hoarse voice, "I don't think it's a multiple-choice question. Your gun can kill me at all times, even if I kill you, I will face endless hunting from the mafia and various forces, how many more hours can I live? ”

Hubert snorted, looking kind and harmless.

"It's seen."

"So you just want my life, but you don't want to kill me directly, like watching a rat struggle in a shallow pond...... What you really want is to make me miserable! ”

"No, no, that's completely wrong." Hubert looked at the pretty face that was a little pale, his eyes were focused, "I like you very much, I swear to God, this sentence is the most sincere." ”

"Is it your principle to torture the people you like?"

"Don't get me wrong, I just want you to be a little more realistic."

“……”

Song Yiqiao swallowed his dry throat and couldn't speak.

"What is your decision?" Hubert asked with a smile.

"If I can, I'll kill you." Her expression was cold, "But have you decided to give up what you have?" ”

"Joe, I never do anything I'm not sure of."

Song Yiqiao grabbed the collar of his shirt with one hand without hesitation, Hubert was very tall, and she wore high heels no more than the other party's chin.

"Do you really think you're in control?"

"Yes."

Hubert and her looked at her closely, their black eyes sparkling, as if they had seen something interesting. He didn't care at all that his collar was pulled, but in order to let Song Yiqiao not have to work too hard, he lowered his head slightly.

But in a flash of lightning, Song Yiqiao grabbed the gun, grabbed him by the collar and fell to the ground.

The man's back slammed against the cold floor, and he quickly propped himself up with his elbows, not in a bit of pain, with a look of surprise and admiration.

"You're faster than I thought."

"Thanks for the compliment."

Song Yiqiao got a gun for the first time, but he also learned it well. She pulled the bolt of the gun and pointed at Hubert's head from afar, and the high heels stepped on his chest mercilessly, and with a slight effort, the man lying on the floor couldn't help but snort.

"Then I'll use it as a gift in return!"

Her face was expressionless, and her scattered black hair was a little messy against her fair skin, and there was a strange charm: "Isn't the heel very thin?" So, let's imagine that the next day the headlines in London are all the headlines that read 'Hubert Ferro dies at a banquet with a murder weapon in high heels' – and the whole Ferro family will be disgraced by you, my dear Godfather. ”

Hubert was fascinated by her beauty, completely ignoring his own possibility of dying in the next second: "You decided to kill me? ”

"As you wish."

As soon as Song Yiqiao's words fell, a cold light flashed in the man's eyes, and she was caught off guard, and was instantly grabbed by the other party's legs and flipped to the ground.

Damn it!

The back of her head slammed against the hard floor, making a thumping sound, and there was a sharp dull pain where she had been hit. Song Yiqiao forcibly punched Hubert in the jaw and put a gun to his chest: "You'd better not move!" ”

Hubert should have undergone a lot of physical training, and his reflexes are super strong, even better than Song Yiqiao, but because of the systematic help, his strength is not comparable at all.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and one side of his cheek was red and swollen, looking a little wolfy.

"Want to survive?"

Hubert stared at her without saying a word.

Song Yi Qiaoquan acquiesced and continued: "As long as you swear in the name of your family that you will no longer have any involvement with me from now on, and will not pose a threat to me and all the people I know, I can forget all the things." The two of us go out, and when nothing happens, you go back to Sicily, and I stay in London, without interfering with each other. ”

"You're smart." Hubert's combed hair fell slightly, covering his smooth forehead, giving the illusion of harmlessness and gentleness, "My family is indeed the most important thing to me. ”

"So your decision?" She was unmoved.

Hubert's expression was gentle: "Do you really dare to pull the trigger, Joe." ”

The two of them have been testing each other's bottom line, and from the very beginning, this kind of relationship has made Song Yiqiao extremely tired.

She sighed: "It's really tiring to talk to you. ”

"You have to get used to it."

Hubert propped up the floor with one hand and approached Song Yiqiao slightly, but was forcefully pressed against the muzzle of the gun with a warning blow.

He laughed indulgently, as if looking at the little girl he loved: "Do you know the origin of this gun?" ”

"I'm not interested."

"It was a gift from my adulthood, and I always carried it with me as a symbol of Ferro." Hubert continued to himself, "The first time I took it from my father's hand, I had a sense of mission and decided not to use it to kill. ”

“……”

Song Yiqiao chuckled in his heart, and always felt that something was wrong.

"So, the gun was never loaded."

I don't know when, he took out a gun, quickly pressed it against Song Yiqiao's chest, and his hoarse voice was low and moving: "Joe, you're going to be finished." ”

"Bang!"

For the first time in his life, Song Yiqiao experienced what it was like to be hit by a bullet. The bullet that burned like a flame pierced her heart and embedded it in the floor, her body shuddered, her hand pulled the trigger, only to hear a click, the man smiled unscathed, and gently took the gun with his hand on the back of her hand.

Sure enough, Hubert didn't lie to her, the gun was a decoration at all.

This...... Completely planted.

Song Yiqiao gathered up all the strength he had left, grabbed his arm and slammed it, the sound of bones shattering sounded tooth-aching. She wanted to die with Hubert, but her rapidly failing heart didn't give her a chance, and her hand became more and more weak, and it was difficult to even lift it.

The blood in her body was cold, her hands and feet were weak, and the sharp pain in her chest made her clench her teeth in pain, but she didn't say a word.

- Fortunately, she was prepared and left three points in the system, so that there was still a chance to save her life.

Hubert raised the gun with his intact hand and aimed it at her head.

Song Yiqiao's heart suddenly tightened.

No, if the heads are completely shattered, there is no hope of surviving at all......

His smile was gentle, and the cruelty in his eyebrows was frightening: "Thank you for the surprise you brought me, but that's the end of it, Joe." ”

[You have caused the other party's third-level alert, please always pay attention to life safety!] 】

Song Yiqiao didn't even have time to speak, and in her increasingly blurred vision, she saw that the bullets rushing out of the muzzle of the gun were shooting into her brain at an undodgable speed.

"Bang!"

The big screen suddenly turned snowflake white.

……

Seeing that because of the close range, Song Yiqiao's head was splashed with blood and his skull was broken, and Hubert's eyes didn't blink.

He slowly pulled out his handkerchief, wiped the blood from his hands and gun, and after tidying up the qiē, he put on his gloves again as if they were meeting for the first time.

"I said I would never do something I wasn't sure about."

Hubert closed his eyes for her gentlemanly, his deep silhouette unusually handsome in the light and shadow, and he stood beside the corpse and began to whisper a prayer.

A low, hoarse voice echoed through the empty room, the engagement ceremony still taking place outside, completely unaware that someone had died inside. Hubert's feet were a pool of blood, he closed his eyes, his slender eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his expression was more reverent than that of a priest.

The scene at this moment is very strange.

The executioner of the murder stands in front of the victim and plays the role of redemption, which was the scene of the murder one moment ago, but now it is transformed into a farewell funeral.

Hubert finished reading this passage and slowly opened his eyes. He lowered his eyelids and looked down at Song Yiqiao's body and was silent for a long time.

"I may regret that it ended so soon, but I don't regret it."

The last goodbye was spoken in Italian, in a tone as gentle as if he were whispering to a lover.

"Goodbye, my little beet."

The door suddenly opened.

The noise from outside rushed into the room, and in an instant, the eerie atmosphere vanished, and the world completely woke up from a false sacrifice, so alive and cruel.

Sherlock grasped the doorknob with one hand, his gaze froze in one place.

"You're much faster than I thought." Hubert's expression was calm, without the slightest hint of a murderer's self-awareness, "Sherlock Holmes, right?" Say hello to your brother on my behalf. ”

With that, he was about to walk out.

"You think you'll be safe every time?"

Hubert's footsteps paused.

Sherlock turned his back to him, his gray eyes staring at Song Yiqiao's corpse all the time: "You better pray that I die sooner than you." ”

"You know the consequences of meddling, for the sake of Mycroft's face, I'll let you go, don't make trouble for him."

Hubert's tone was inaudible, and after he finished speaking, he turned to leave, disappearing into the crowd of banquets.

Sherlock was left alone.

His hands tightened unconsciously, his steady heartbeat paused, and continued to beat regularly. A grain of sand is no longer accurate when a grain of sand is inserted into a precision instrument, and there will be subtle errors, which will become larger and larger with the flow of time, resulting in an irreparable gap.

He has an excellent memory, and it hardly takes much effort to recall every scene he saw with Song Yiqiao.

――Do you have any fears that you will lose?

Watson's words were like a terrible incantation, tightly wrapped around him.

This time, Sherlock couldn't answer "no" as lightly as he had before.

He's already missed his chance.

Completely.

……

Song Yiqiao wandered around in a chaotic confusion, she couldn't remember what she was doing, she only remembered that her head hurt a lot, it should be a problem with Yan zhòng.

[Failure of Level 3 Alert Defense, gain two points.] The host's life force is running out rapidly, turn on the minimum security protection mode, and use the remaining four points for healing - the points are not enough, and the attribute points are halved, are you sure? 】

She was stunned for a moment, subconsciously thinking that it was important, so she nodded.

[The host has been confirmed, and the security procedure has been initiated.] 2%…… 8%…… 13%……】

[Hello, your current physical attributes are as follows:

Strength (halved): 3.5

Dexterity (halved): 1.6

Intuition (halved): 2.5

System Tips: Due to irreparable damage to the skull, human beings cannot recover it, so please do not reveal your identity lightly after healing, and be cautious to live longer. If you want to level up, please use the qiē available skills given by the system to strive to become more powerful as soon as possible! 】

The severe pain spread all over her body in an instant, and Song Yiqiao began to convulse in pain, she was sweating profusely in pain, and she couldn't speak, so she could only be tortured over and over again.

The long and tormenting time finally passed, and she breathed a sigh of relief, and the next second she plunged into the darkness.

"Ahhhhh

Song Yiqiao opened her eyes in a panic, and messy memories flooded into her brain like a tidal wave. She tried to rub her temples, but was shocked to find that her body couldn't move at all, to be precise, more awake than a vegetative person, at least she could open her eyes.

Wait a minute.

Where is this?