what do you think sherlock

Chapter 118 Aliena's Request for Help (True)

"Your arrival surprised me, Your Excellency Watson." Sister Catherine nodded slightly to Di Renjie.The spring and winter breeze blew into the room through the windows of the stone tower, and her gray skirt danced.

"Oh, there is nothing special. I heard that your chess skills are extraordinary, so I specially wanted to ask you for advice." Di Renjie walked into the church with a smile, and put the chess piece in his hand put out.

"My chess skills are not great, but I am more skilled than ordinary people." Catherine said modest words, and then sat down opposite Di Renjie with a natural expression.

"What color do you like?" Di Renjie gently held the chessboard with both hands, ready to switch positions at any time.

"It's almost the same. For a chess player, it doesn't matter what color it is, as long as it can win." Catherine naturally placed a few white chess pieces on her chessboard.

"I thought you would say something like 'The important thing is not to win or lose, but to enjoy the process of playing chess'." Di Renjie smiled and placed the sunspots on his own chessboard.

"Why do you guess like that?" Catherine asked with a smile.

"I just think it sounds more like what a nun would say." Di Renjie spread his hands with a smile.

"If I don't care about winning or losing, then why don't I just read a book or pray?" Catherine smiled and shook her head, then pushed one of her chess pieces in Di Renjie's direction:
"Playing chess is a game worth cherishing. After all, it doesn't need blood to tell the difference between winning and losing. It's your turn, Your Excellency Watson."
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"Are you really Alena?" Patrick woke up from a coma and fell into a confusion that was sometimes terrified, sometimes dazed, sometimes puzzled, and sometimes thankful. At this moment, he raised his head and asked cautiously:
"What's going on with you now?"

"Do you still need to ask? How many times have I explained it, isn't it just dead? What you see now is my ghost." Aliena stood opposite Patrick with her hands on her hips, somewhat speechless.

"But you look fine now, I can't say that there is nothing abnormal, but logically speaking, I mean, according to novels and stage plays, shouldn't ghosts want to hurt the living? "Patrick was a little puzzled and looked at the other side with some timidity. At the moment, Miss Alena looked no different from ordinary people.

"Hehe, who do you think you are? You're a ghost who wants to hurt you? A playboy who doesn't care if he's worthy or not." Aliena said a little speechlessly.

"Your words sound reasonable, but isn't it too much to insult people?" Patrick countered submissively.

"You don't want to hear the truth, do you? Let me ask you, which lady's house did you escape from naked just now?" Aliena said with a narrow smile on her face, and clapped her hands together. As if suddenly discovering something, he asked cheerfully:
"You were in such a mess just now, you must have been caught and raped by her husband! It's a pity, why didn't I get buried there, so I can watch the whole process."

"There's nothing to regret about it!!! Isn't the most regrettable thing about you being dead? Wait for the dead body, you mean you were murdered?" Patrick was a little speechless at first, but After speaking, anger and surprise appeared on his face again.

He couldn't comprehend who would do such a cruel thing to hurt such a beautiful and kind person as Aliena.

"Of course it's murder. Is it possible that I still slipped and fell into such a big lake, or couldn't think about committing suicide? That's even more impossible. With my personality, even if you can't think about it, I won't think about it." Aliena As he spoke, he suddenly became a little angry again:

"Thinking of this incident, I feel a little speechless. Tell me, people like you who hook up with the wives of rich and powerful upper-class people every day have no accidents. As a result, I am honest and am not busy performing every day. People who are busy rehearsing have accidents, do you think it's fair?"

"It's not fair." Patrick replied subconsciously, but after he finished speaking, he thought about it carefully. Aliena really shouldn't be in an accident, but there seems to be no sufficient reason to use herself as a negative example, right?He just upholds the simple humanitarian spirit to help some lonely people resolve their loneliness. Maybe some vulgar people don't understand him, but he believes that the philanthropic people in this world will eventually meet the philanthropic people
"It's far away, it's far away. We should shift our attention to the immediate priority." Patrick shook his head, getting rid of all the inexplicable quarrels before, and looked at Alena seriously again:

"Miss Aliena, what is your situation like now? Is there any unfinished wish? Do you need me to help you solve it? Or can you keep living like this forever."

"You finally got to the point. It seems that your brain hasn't lost its vitality due to excessive fluid discharge, which is a good thing." Aliena put one hand on her chin and the other on her chest , making a pensive gesture.

[You can speak directly if you have something to say, there is no need to hurt others while speaking.] Patrick shrugged helplessly, but he didn't dare to speak out what was in his heart.

After a while, Patrick found that Aliena was still maintaining the same pensive posture as before, and did not respond.

"What's wrong with you? The life extension time is over?" He stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Aliena's eyes.

"Go away." Aliena shook her hands, and said with some distress: "I'm thinking about the question you just asked."

"So do you have an answer?"

"Can't you see that I'm still thinking?" Alena frowned, and said a little irritably: "Actually, I don't know what the situation is right now, and I don't know how long I can maintain this state .”

"When I was killed, I thought my life was over like this, but I didn't expect that after I died, my soul was temporarily preserved by the power of this string of bracelets." Alena said, pointing to the string on Patrick's wrist With a shimmering bracelet: "This is a relic left to me by my aunt who has passed away. In her last words, she only told me that this bracelet is a very precious jewelry, so I must wear it close to my body. I didn't say much about the rest So I don't know why it has such power, and how long it can last, these are also a fog to me."

"If this is the case, I may be able to help you. I know a master in the field of occultism, and I can ask her to take a look." Patrick gave Aliena an idea, and he wanted to find Stubb Mrs. Si to help, it happened that he was going to meet the other party, and the next party was approaching, and there would be other strong people present, maybe they could also help.

"That's not bad, thank you so much." As soon as the words of thanks came out of her mouth, Aliena's movements suddenly stopped, she tilted her head a little slowly and stiffly, looked at Patrick carefully, and then said Read a word slowly:
"she?

"Tsk tsk tsk, as expected of you."

(End of this chapter)