The knocking on the door continued, like dense hail hitting the house, and the crackling sound spread, completely covering every corner.
The boy hid in Watson's arms and trembled. The old man kept that mysterious smile, completely ignoring the noises and staring straight at the boy. Holmes remained silent and no one knew what he was thinking.
"Do we have any guests coming today?"
The boy asked in a low voice. They had no friends or relatives. The old man was the only visitor in these days, but now a stranger was knocking on the door.
Unsettling uninvited guest.
Watson smiled and shook her head, as if she couldn't hear the voice. Her expression remained the same as always, comforting the boy.
It seems that all the boy's demands will be rewarded in this cabin. This is his warm dreamland and his indestructible shelter.
The knocking on the door became more and more intense. The comer sounded a little irritable and angry. He kept banging on the door, causing the whole cottage to shake and the ground to tremble.
The boy guessed that the intruder had the ability to tear the hut apart, but he seemed to be keeping some kind of principle and just waited for the person in the hut to open the door instead of violently smashing it open.
The calling became clearer, like a spell, lingering in the room, but the boy still couldn't hear what the voice was saying. A few syllables were clear and powerful, but when put together, they became unrecognizable.
"He...seems to be here to see you."
Suddenly, Holmes spoke out of the blue, his face expressionless, as if he was wearing a hypocritical mask.
"What?"
The boy couldn't believe it, and Watson said, "Well, it sounds like he's here to see you."
"No... How is that possible!"
The boy's voice became higher. He had no relatives, and his so-called friends were all here. It could be said that the boy's only connection with the world was gathered in this little house. As long as they stayed here, the boy would be completely separated from the world.
Yes, that's right, everything the boy wants is in this little house, he has no reason to leave here, and the prosperous world has nothing to do with him, he just needs to stay here honestly.
He thought so, but he felt a vague uneasiness deep in his heart. Just as someone wanted to enter the cabin, deep in the boy's soul, he vaguely heard another tired voice, who wanted to leave the cabin.
[Open the door.]
"No… "
The boy refused. He looked at others in panic, but everyone seemed to feel nothing, as if reality had been dragged into a nightmare at some point, and the boy was the only one awake.
"Would you like to open the door? Your friend may be getting tired of waiting."
Watson stood up, walked to the door and asked the boy. She still had a smile on her face, but this smile seemed so terrifying to the boy at this moment.
In an instant, fear exploded in the boy's heart and he roared loudly.
“Don’t open the door!”
He climbed up from the bed, and with such violent movements he knocked over the table, spilling soup all over himself, looking in a state of disgrace.