"Vincent Knightley Woodridge."

After Sherlock finished saying the name, he glanced over the crowd until he saw William's eyes before continuing, "If I'm not mistaken, he's probably the only one who knows the answer." ”

"Woodridge?"

Derek Morgan said suspiciously, his eyes looked at Spencer Ryder, but this time he didn't wait for Spencer Ryder's explanation, and said to himself, "Is it the rich-rich Woodridge family who has the title of duke and owns the most and largest hotel chains and shopping malls in the entire world?" ”

"If I'm not mistaken, it is."

Spencer Reid said seriously.

"Vincent Woodridge," Mr. Woodridge said. R was stunned for a moment, his face became a little ugly, "I just know this person, I can't see through him, he's too mysterious." ”

Speaking of which, Mr· As if reminiscing about something, R said, "I think Vincent Woodridge is over five hundred years old." ”

"Three hundred?" Everyone was stunned and asked in amazement, "Isn't he a human being?" ”

"Of course not, he's human, but I know that his nature shouldn't be human, and of course, because he's not a demon, he feels very holy······" Mr· R frowned and said, "However, after I joined the FBI's Special Cases Investigation Team, I invited him, but he never agreed, and I always felt like he was waiting for someone." ”

As a blood clan, Mr· R was always very sensitive, so when he first met the teenager in the Woodridge family, he didn't feel very good.

"The body is not human, so how did he become the young master of the Woodrich family?"

Derek Morgan was puzzled by Mr. Morgen's bewilderment. R asked, "It's unbelievable to be at least five hundred years old!" ”

"I remember that it seems that hundreds of years ago, that man saved the head of the Woodridge family, and then they kept him, and before he was 100 years old, he was like a new child, starting from a new child, and gradually growing up, this matter, if I hadn't accidentally known about it back then, I'm afraid, no one would have known about it."

Mr· R said, looking at Sherlock, "If you say he knows, it's very likely. ”

Sherlock shrugged, not caring.

"The only problem we have now is how to find him," Spencer Reid said, "and from the data, this person is always going to disappear for no reason." ”

"I think, I know."

William's face turned a little pale as he listened to the words of the crowd, and Vincent Woodridge sent him an invitation in advance, as if he had known in advance that they were going back to him.

Yes, an invitation.

That day at Buckingham Palace, Vincent Woodrich asked the maid to bring him the invitation.

"I'll get it."

William said, getting up, and going upstairs to get out the invitation that he didn't think he needed at all, and the bright red ink on it was still bright red.

"Molfi Castle."

Sherlock glanced at the address and handed it to Derek Morgen.

"Looks like I'm going to make a trip."

William said, looking at Sherlock, seeing that he looked like he was going to go, and said, "Sherlock, this time is dangerous. ”

"I know."

Sherlock said, his face as usual.

"Vincent and I have been classmates since childhood, and have been with him several times, but I didn't know that he wasn't human, and it made me very uneasy."

William frowned, remembering that Mr. · What R said, he was a little inexplicably frightened, Vincent Woodridge was not human, he felt that he could accept this, but he didn't know why, to let him go to him, he had an inexplicable resistance in his heart.

It's like, as long as he goes, there will be no turning back.

"What are you upset about?"

Sherlock's voice suddenly sounded in William's ears, William woke up from his contemplation, he looked at Sherlock in surprise, smiled slightly, tilted his head, and said, "I'm not upset, it's just a little unresponsive." ”

"You're lying."

Sherlock said, slowly approaching William, in William's eyes, Sherlock's eyes are getting bigger and brighter, if it is usual, he will definitely indulge in this kind of focused gaze, but at this moment, William suddenly has an inexplicable feeling of wanting to turn his gaze.

"The pupils are slightly wide, and the hands don't feel like they're clenched into fists, and that's what you do if you lie."

Sherlock said, the hot and humid breath blowing on William's cheeks, making him blush a little, I don't know if Sherlock guessed his mind, or because of the distance between the two at this time.

"You are uneasy, the things that you have forgotten are things that you cannot bear."

Sherlock's silver-gray eyes looked at William, and his gaze burned so that William couldn't help but turn his head sideways.

"I'm sorry."

There was a hint of confusion in William's voice.

"I don't need your apology, William," Sherlock said, suddenly reaching out and hugging William into his arms, his tone less calm and self-contained, "I think that being in love can make people lose their minds, but sometimes, it is not. ”

William froze for a moment, he couldn't see Sherlock's expression at this time, but he didn't know why, he suddenly felt at ease, like a lost person suddenly met another person, although he still lost his direction, but he was not afraid or worried.

"Now, to go or not to go, I listen to you."

Sherlock didn't let go of the arm that hugged William, his eyes glanced at the two who looked a little embarrassed on the side, and Mr. Brown. R's smiling image, his tone striking in the silence of the moment, was unusually clear and firm.

Go, or not.

If you go, you will know everything, but you may face things that you don't want to face; If you don't go, you won't know anything, but you won't know about the bad things that may happen.

Go, or not.

William closed his eyes, and he leaned on Sherlock's shoulder, silently thinking.

Time passed little by little, and everyone present did not urge, especially Derek Morgen, although he seemed a little anxious, but he held back and did not speak.

Spencer Reid, on the other hand, took the newspaper on the table and read it, looking very leisurely.

"Bumper"

Suddenly, someone pushed open the door, breaking the peace at this time, and the person who came looked at Sherlock and William hugging each other with a surprised face, looking very intimate, but this kind of scene was nothing to him, after all, he had been told about the relationship between Sherlock and William, but what was going on with the two people behind them?

What's going on?

"What's going on?"

Watson said, asking Sherlock and William.

"Well, some friends, FBI."

Seeing this, William wanted to push Sherlock away, but was refused, his face was a little red, but his expression was serious.

“FBI？”

Watson was stunned, he also knew about the name of the FBI, "How did they come?" ”

"It's a long story," William told Watson what had happened.

"That's how it is."

Watson frowned when he heard this, and said to William, "Then do you want to go to Vincent Woodridge?" ”

“······”

William was silent for a moment, "Go." ”

"Although the results I faced may not be what I expected, and it may make me miserable, if I don't know the truth, it may make me even more miserable in the future."

As he spoke, William looked at Sherlock, his eyes suddenly warmed, he reached out and held Sherlock's hand tightly, and said, "With your company, no matter how painful it is ahead, I will not worry." ”

Seeing William like this, Watson breathed a sigh of relief, he approached William, patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said, "Perhaps, it's not painful memories, but some beautiful memories, isn't it?" ”

"Watson, you're right."

Seeing this, William smiled.

A few hours later, Mr. · R arrived, and William and Sherlock sat on their way to Molfi Castle.

There were only three people on this trip, namely William, Sherlock and Mr. Brown. R。

Originally, William didn't want Sherlock to go with him, but Sherlock righteously rejected him, and William had no choice but to agree to Sherlock's companion.

At this time, the sky has become a fiery red, Mr· R sat there leisurely drinking wine in a gentlemanly manner, but from the smell of the glass, William was sure that it must have been mixed with blood.

"Vampires?"

Sherlock Eyes in Mr. · R glanced at his glass and said nonchalantly.

"You're right, but we like to be called - Bloodline."

Mr· R said, smiling at Sherlock William and opening his mouth, revealing teeth that were a little sharper and sharper than normal humans.

Sherlock ignored this, and his eyes looked out the window, and the car drove from the bustling city to the out-of-the-way suburbs, and it became more and more remote.

Molfi Castle faces the Mediterranean Sea, built on a cliff, looks like it is out of place with the whole world, through the night sky, looking far away, the bright moon shines in the night sky, the dark castle seems very quiet, a bright moon, an ancient castle, against the sound of the waves crashing on the reef, it seems particularly lonely.

Handing over the invitation, the three of them followed the maid through the marble corridor and into the hall, surrounded by golden halls, painted with images of angels, among which there was an angel with a long sword in his hand, looking into the distance with a majestic face······

"That's the 'Sword of Judgment.'"

Vincent Woodridge walked over slowly, holding a blonde doll in his hand, glancing at William's line of sight and smiling.

"I know you'll always come back, because he can't be wrong," said Vincent Woodridge, looking at William with blue eyes, as if there was a flame burning in it.

"I've been waiting for almost six hundred years, and I'm running out of it."