"You know me?"

William looked at Vincent Woodridge in confusion and said, "You've been waiting for me for almost six hundred years?" Why? ”

"The Philosopher's Stone is not in your hand right now," Vincent Woodridge did not answer William's question, he looked at William with a hint of loss in his expression, "It's not in your hands, I can't give it to you." ”

"Something for me?" William said suspiciously, "Who asked you to give it to me, what is that thing?" ”

"I can't answer," Vincent Woodridge's expression was serious, not in the least unlike his usual neurotic appearance, "you need to find the Philosopher's Stone, and then come back to me." ”

"But I don't know where the Philosopher's Stone is?"

William shook his head, thinking for a long time that he still couldn't remember where he had seen such a gem, "A red gem, and with great magical power, I'm sure I've never seen one." ”

"The Philosopher's Stone has been in your hands since the beginning," Vincent Woodrich said, looking at William's hand, "and no one can take it from you except you, unless you abandon it." ”

With that, Vincent Woodridge slowly walked into William, he stretched out his hand, and a white light flew out of his hand and landed on William's body.

William did not hide from Vincent Woodridge's sudden behavior, and for some reason, he just felt that Vincent Woodrich had no ill will towards him.

"Someone has tampered with your memories again."

Vincent Woodrich frowned, he waved his hand to disperse the light, and walked towards the angel statue on the other side, in the angel statue's blue gemstone eyes, pressed, only a "crunch" sound was heard, and the angel statue moved out of place, revealing a dark room.

"Come in with me," Vincent Woodridge said, walking straight into the dark room without looking at the three behind him, "as for the two of you, stay." ”

As for who goes in and who stays, everyone does not have to ask, and they all know.

William took two steps, and suddenly, he turned his head and looked at Sherlock, opened his mouth, but never uttered a word, he paused for a moment, blinked, raised a smile at Sherlock, and turned and walked in.

Sherlock watched William's figure slowly disappear, looking inexplicable, not knowing what he was thinking.

"You like that one called Sherlock's Human."

After Vincent Woodridge finished speaking, he smiled self-deprecatingly, he turned around, and looked at William with sea-blue eyes, "However, you are originally human, and it is understandable that you like humans." ”

"We met, a long time ago?"

William was questioning, but his expression was sure that he and Vincent Woodridge must have known each other for a long, long time.

"No, to be exact, I know you."

Vincent Woodrich said, stretching out his hand, and the candlesticks in the entire dark room were lit one by one, and the orange light began to spread throughout the dark room.

This is a small dark room, except for a staircase leading upwards, the entire dark room is about 80 square meters, except for the candlesticks erected around and the unknown formation on the central painting, the rest is empty.

After William finished looking around, his eyes shifted from the front of the magic circle to Vincent Woodridge's body, and said, "Who are you?" ”

"Me?" Vincent Woodridge laughed, "I am indeed called Vincent, but my original name is Vincent Knightley, I was knighted by the king, and I used to be a viscount, but I am a very inconspicuous figure, I don't think you will know it." ”

Speaking of this, Vincent Woodridge said this, his eyes became a little dark, "I was framed back then, and I had no choice but to start fleeing, he saved me, and then, I have been waiting here for your appearance." ”

"Him?" William was stunned, his heart was beating fast suddenly, as if he wanted to shout, but he didn't know what he was going to shout, "Who is he?" ”

"He, I'm afraid you know better than I do."

After Vincent Woodridge finished speaking, he pointed to the magic in the array and said, "I can only help you lift the latest curse, and as for the seal he gave you, it is not something I can solve." ”

"I know ······ better"

William muttered for a moment, his mind still blank, unable to think of anything.

Vincent Woodrich had already begun to chant the incantation, and the golden light was beginning to get brighter and brighter, and William couldn't help but close his eyes, at which point he felt as if something was hitting back and forth in his head, making his head ache.

He resisted the moans he wanted to blurt out, and bit his lip tightly, until the bite of his lip was soaked with blood and the faint smell of fish was mixed in his mouth, and William realized that he had unintentionally bitten his lip.

Before William could let go, he felt something suddenly pop up in his mind, and some images that looked very unfamiliar, but felt very familiar, began to play in front of William's eyes.

Ten minutes later, the light slowly began to weaken, William lay motionless on the ground, as if he had lost his breath, Vincent Woodrich glanced at William, holding his chest and breathing slowly, due to many times "out of the cocoon", his strength is weakening every time, I am afraid that in another life, he will disappear forever and fall into hell.

"William?"

Vincent Woodridge asked.

But William remained motionless.

"William?"

Vincent Woodridge was puzzled, and he approached William as he was about to see the situation, when he suddenly saw William open his eyes.

"I'm fine," William said, sitting up, shaking his head at Vincent Woodridge, "I've remembered." ”

William squinted his eyes as he said this, judging from the memories he had just replied, he must have traveled to this place a long time ago, spent his childhood, adolescence, and youth here, and he had a mother who seemed very neurotic all day, and always liked to secretly observe him as if he were a virus.

However, one day, she fell asleep forever under the pomegranate tree and closed her eyes.

From then on, William followed Stoke Sr. to the suburbs of London, until William went to the "Royal Academy", and Stoke Stoke did not show a happy appearance, just looked at William indifferently and didn't care about anything.

Later, even he died, and William, after burying Stoke Sr., came to London because of Aunt Hudson's letter.

From the inexplicable death of his mother to the fact that the Stoke family is obviously able to pay off all the debts, but the old Stoke still committed suicide, the two deaths seem to be unrelated, but William vaguely feels a hint of conspiracy.

What happened to their deaths?

Of course, the most important thing is, how did he get cursed?

Yes, it was he who arranged the aftermath of old Stoker, returned to Pomegranate Manor, and then ······ Then there, I met my mother.

Yes, he met his mother.

At that time, his mother smiled and handed him a full, red and blackened pomegranate, the red pomegranate shone like a delicate gem under his eyes, and William unconsciously reached out to take it, put it away, and ate it.

The red pomegranate is bright red as if it was dyed with blood.

One by one, William put the pomegranate in his mouth, and the sweet juice filled his throat, delicate and supple, as if stepping into cotton, floating in the air, flying all the time, flying all the time······

When he woke up again, he was lying in an empty villa on the outskirts of London, with two letters by his bedside, one from the auction house taking back his house and the other from Aunt Hudson's aunt telling him to go to London.

It turned out to be the mother.

William sighed.

It's no wonder that the last time he returned to the Pomegranate Manor, he always felt that someone was looking at him, I am afraid that it was his mother.

But why would she do it.

William felt that he had a terrible headache, and he always felt that things were getting stranger and stranger, as if there was some conspiracy in it, and it was still directed against him.

"I want to know, one thing," said William, looking at Vincent Woodridge, "you said you had waited for me for almost six hundred years, but I should have been in this world at that time. ”

Although William didn't know the speed of time, according to time, it shouldn't be possible for anyone to know about his existence, after all, he was constantly traveling at that time.

"It seems that you really forgot, I remember the first time I saw you, you were already asleep, although I don't know where you will be sent, but I know that I will wait until the day you wake up, and then give you a thing."

Vincent Woodrich said, as if he had thought of something, with a look of nostalgia, "He is the greatest man I have ever met, if ······"

"What if?"

William asked, following Vincent Woodridge's words.

"Nothing."

Vincent Woodrich smiled at William.

Since William did not have the Philosopher's Stone, Vincent rejected their question, and for this reason, William had to leave Molfi Castle with Sherlock.

And Mr· R stayed at Murphy Castle, looking like he had something to say to Vincent Woodridge.

And so, the day before Christmas Eve, Aunt Hudson returned, and she brought back a large number of things that she said were holiday gifts for everyone, and William, Sherlock, and Watson all took them with a smile.

Of course, all three of them had a return gift, but Sherlock's return gift was returned by William for him.

By Christmas Eve, when all the gifts had been delivered, William sat silently on the couch watching Watson talk on the phone with his new girlfriend on the phone with a sweet face, and then looked sideways at Sherlock, who was sitting quietly reading the newspaper.

I can't help but think, the same is love, why is the difference so big?

"Sherlock, don't you think there's something strange about the way we're in love?"

William walked to Sherlock's side and said.

"I don't think so."

Sherlock said, his face lifted to look at William.

"But ······"

William was about to say something more, but Sherlock put his finger to his lips and let out a soft "shhh

Seeing this, William glanced at the newspaper in Sherlock's hand, it was just some ordinary news, and there was nothing special, seeing this, he frowned, stretched out his hand, and broke Sherlock's face in front of him, opposite his face.

"I think there's something strange about the way we get along," said William, pointing to Watson, who was smiling sweetly, "and I don't think Watson's is the same as ours." ”

Sherlock glanced sideways at Watson and said, "That woman named Na must not be with him for long, and you'll find out tomorrow Christmas." ”

"By the way, Sherlock, are you going home tomorrow for Christmas?"

William suddenly remembered something and asked.

"McCroft didn't go back either," Sherlock said with a shrug of his shoulders, unconcerned, "and my parents are on a tour, and they haven't come back······ Do you want to meet them? ”

"Huh?" When William heard this, he instantly blushed, "I'······ I ······"

"I see." After Sherlock finished speaking, he didn't wait for William's reply, and directly picked up the newspaper and continued to read.

What exactly does Sherlock mean by that?

William was a little puzzled for a moment.

Is this really what it means to be ready to meet parents?

How do I think it's a little too fast?

William was thinking so wildly that he didn't know that far away from London, there was a beautiful woman smiling and chanting his name, and in her hand was a corrupt pomegranate.