In the air around me, the smell of alcohol and various bodily fluids and perfumes was mixed together, and it smelled like a faint gardenia.

It's been almost half a year, and the tavern is still the same as the last time I visited, with the specially whitewashed gas lamps emitting a light of different colors, in which the intoxicated men and women showed their bodies, like distorted shadows. It's just that a light on the right side of the hall is broken, leaving a not-so-large gap in the halos.

Sherlock looked at the amber wine in his glass and shook it slightly: "I didn't expect time to pass quite quickly." ”

"yes, I just met you the last time I was here." Watson had another drink.

But unfortunately, still not drunk.

Sherlock was not drunk, he had just experienced the incident of the Academy of Life Sciences, and he seemed to be naturally involved in the Imperial Inheritance Canon, a little-known little detective could even affect the direction of the entire empire, which would sound like an inferior joke to others.

"By the way, I've always wondered why you invited me to drink at that time." Sherlock asked as he remembered the last time he sat here.

Watson thought for a moment: "If I say it's because I think life is too boring, would you believe it?" ”

"I believed it before, but I don't believe it anymore."

In fact, when Sherlock first met Watson, he found that he was always seeking stimulation in a way similar to masochism, of course, the way of piercing his finger with the tip of a needle was too monotonous, so he naturally regarded Watson as a post-war stress syndrome patient who was accustomed to seeing blood on the front line of the war, and felt bored when he returned to Imperial Forte, and wanted to find the kind of post-war stress syndrome that stimulated life.

But then, Sherlock seems to discover that there is something hidden beneath this thrill-seeking mentality, and the reason is simple, it is the doctor in front of him....... He was unhappy, even after a very venting long conversation, he was still unhappy, he seemed to seek a kind of psychological peace that could never be touched.

Watson smiled: "Actually, this is a very bloody story......

Sherlock poured another glass for him: "Anyway, it will take two or three days for the factory to be staffed, and if you want to talk about it, then I would like to hear it......"

Watson looked at the bubbles that kept growing and bursting in the cups, like mold growing in the shadows, and said softly: "I was born into a family of doctors, my father was a very prestigious doctor who saved many lives, and my mother was a nurse and my father's assistant.

As you can imagine, my childhood was very happy and happy...... Then my parents were killed, and the way they were killed was very simple, a man burst into my house, and then hung them up, stabbed them in a few bloody holes, and finally bled to death.

It was my 16th birthday, and I hid under the bed, watching the blood that fell from the sky and flowing under the bed, soaking through my clothes, and I lay on my stomach all night trembling before daring to climb out the next day.

After that, I naturally embarked on the path of avenging my parents. ”

A very traditional revenge story, Sherlock doesn't say anything, just drinks to a gentle rhythm.

"I'm not too stupid, I learned some medical knowledge, I learned a little bit of murder by the way, and then I also found clues to the murderer of my parents, everything went well, and eventually, I found a place called the 'Velvet Club'...... Well, it seems to be called the Black Swan Club, it doesn't matter. ”

Watson said calmly:

"This club is an extrajudicial organization, and its theme is to execute some civilians, kill them by bloody means, hang, behead, and smash the whole person's head into a paste with a hundred pounds of sledgehammer, and please the audience with screams and visual impact.

In order to continue to track down my parents' killers, I infiltrated the organization and even became one of the peripheral receptionists.

I didn't stay dormant for long, though, because I really didn't like their aesthetically pleasing methods of killing...... So, I just killed everyone in this club. ”

"Well, that sounds logical." Sherlock nodded, but he knew that it wasn't over yet, because by this point, the element of 'dog blood' had not yet appeared.

Really......

"Then, I found out that my parents were actually the chief executioners of this organization."

"......" Sherlock was silent.

Watson smiled ridiculously: "Haha, I had a similar expression to you at the time, but there were more bloody things;

That's ...... The survivors I rescued even began to condemn me frantically, and one even picked up a knife and tried to stab me to death.

The reason for this was that I found out later, it turned out that all the victims of this club were actually all voluntary, and some of them owed a lot of debts, and if they could die here, then there would be an audience to pay off all the debts for them, so as to prevent his wife and children from being sold into slavery in the black kiln. There are also people who simply have no way to live anymore, and want to use their lives to give their families a better future, and even some people are already terminally ill, in fact, if they don't kill him, they will die little by little in the dim rental house, in short...... Instead of saving them, I deprived them of the last bit of value in their lives.

Oh, as for the man who killed my parents, it was actually a family member of a victim, and his sister died at the hands of my parents, but he didn't know it, thinking that his sister was kidnapped, so he rushed into my house and blew out my parents' blood.

In the end, of course, I found him, and found that at that time, he had taken the money from his sister's death and married a wife, and I told him all this, and then let his blood go in front of her. ”

Watson just said it so blandly, in fact, the story line he said was very clear, but the black and white right and wrong in it were a mess.

"For quite a long time, I didn't know what was right and what was wrong, and I couldn't understand who deserved to die and who didn't, so I joined the army and went to the front, and of course some things happened on the front line, but none of them had anything to do with what I said today, because until I left the front line, I still couldn't figure it out."

Speaking of this, he finally drank the wine in front of him:

"I know the life of the people at the bottom of the Empire, and such a glass of wine is worth fifteen pence; I also knew the life of the nobles on the other side of the Thames, who had beef for almost every meal; I know all the more that while we are insulting their arrogance and extravagance, the people in the slums are scolding us in the same tone, for fifteen pence, if replaced with black bread, is enough for a growing child for four or five days.

I'm not judging who's right and who's wrong, I'm just a little scared, because if the analogy continues, are the people who treat people's lives as a show and are willing to spend a lot of money on it?

Should the people I kill be killed, or should they not be killed? What I did was right or not.

Fortunately, in the end, I found out that in fact, what I care about is not right and wrong, and there is no need to distinguish between right and wrong, I said, I am a person who pursues beauty, and the most beautiful things in the world, except for His Excellency Nightingale, are actually not right and wrong, but fair.

You just asked me why you invited you to drink...... Actually, you might as well ask me what I really want.

I want fairness, I don't want to distinguish between right and wrong, the common people and the aristocracy, the poor and the rich, the good and the bad, the Holy See and the government, I just want the world to be a little fairer, so that I should feel that every breath of air I breathe is more delicious than it is now.

As for you, my friend, you seem to have the ability, so I'm going to invite you to drink that day.

And today...... Still I please. ”

Sherlock didn't answer, he just looked at Watson quietly, his gaze was infected by the more dazzling light, and he couldn't distinguish the emotion in it for a moment.

This gentle-looking doctor undoubtedly has the most exquisite appearance, the most gentlemanly manners, and the most cruel methods, he is certainly not a good person, it can only be said that he is an extremely contradictory person, so no one could have imagined that his definition or pursuit of beauty would be like this.

However, the pursuit of this kind of thing, once someone is willing to stick to it, willing to stick to it, then it will become extremely worthy of awe.

Sherlock picked up his glass and smiled helplessly, "I really don't want to admit it, but ...... I'll give you a glass of reluctance. ”

"Thank you." Watson Road.

So, in the confusion of light and shadow, the two wine glasses collided together, the sound was drowned out by the music, and they raised their glasses and drank them all, but in the cover of the rippling wine, the eyes of the two men looked through the glasses to the two drinkers in the shadow of the tavern......

There seemed nothing wrong with those two people, but the belt was tightened a little too tightly and pressed tightly against the belly, which was not good for drinking at all, but good for something, such as ...... Gun......