Chapter 548 She Died by Suicide

Evans knocked at least five times, but no one came to open the door.

It was already 1:30 in the afternoon, which was almost the time for ordinary people to take a nap.

But according to the passerby elves, Aiwas's sister Freya should have the underworld schedule of getting up at noon.

... She shouldn't go back to take a nap immediately after breakfast, right?

For a moment, Aiwas felt a little worried -

Mainly because he immediately thought of the fresh experience of opening the closet at home and refreshing a corpse.

As a famous detective, Sherlock really has some event constitution..., and cursed my half-sister who I have never met and has a different father and mother to death from a distance, right?

They waited at the door for a long time, but no one came to open the door. Aiwas told Sherlock about his worries.

Just as they were about to break in, they heard Janice's voice from behind:

"Evans?"

Turning back, they saw Janice walking over with a handbag.

She reached out to touch the door, and a doorknob immediately appeared on it. She opened the door and walked in.

"Freya didn't open the door..."

Evans immediately told Janice everything he had seen and heard, and expressed his concerns: "Will she be in trouble?"

"Oh, it's okay."

Jannis replied: "She should be busy... Never mind that."

They walked inside, and Janice walked to Aiwas.

She reached out and pressed the back of Aiwas's head, gritting her teeth and said: "You kid, didn't you help me say a few words before?"

"To be honest, Master Janice. I also think that disappearing for two hundred years is a bit too much."

Evans said seriously: "If you don't explain it well, a good friend may be gone - that would be a pity. It is because we have a good relationship that I hope the misunderstanding can be completely resolved.

"So, what's going on?"

"...In fact, it wasn't two hundred years at the beginning. ”

Agnis’ expression became a little unnatural when she heard this: “At first, we agreed to go out and travel for 20 years and then come back. As a result, the world is bigger than I thought. I originally planned to travel around the world in 20 years, but it took more than 80 years.

“At that time, I went back to the Theocracy and took away some of my teacher’s relics. I thought she had forgotten me a long time ago. After all, 80 years is a big number for elves. As a result, she really waited for me for 80 years…”

After hearing this, Aiwass understood.

Things are much simpler than Aiwass thought.

Janis must have realized that she was 60 years late at first, so she didn’t dare to come back to see her.

The time sense of elves is about five to seven times that of humans.

Even if the highest case is calculated, this is at least a dozen years of loss of contact.

For humans, it is indeed possible that childhood friends who have lost contact for more than ten years will forget, or at least the feelings will become much weaker. The promises and vows made at that time naturally don’t count.

But Janis never expected that after eighty years, Gray was still waiting for her—this is not even a dozen years of separation from friends. It's more like she ran away from home for more than ten years, and her parents are still looking for her.

This overly heavy emotion directly scared Janice away. Then it was a vicious cycle... The longer it was delayed, the less she dared to come back.

"... How should I put it."

Aiwass also hissed.

He thought for a while: "I think you still have to formally apologize to Miss Grey."

"But I'm no longer suitable to stay in the Church."

Janice smiled bitterly and said: "It's okay to come back occasionally, but if I stay too long, I'm worried that I will directly solidify into amber. After these two hundred years, I have become accustomed to living with short-lived species... Oh, I'm not scolding you. I'm just describing those races with shorter lifespans than elves.

"Can you imagine, Aiwas? In the Church, it's normal for something to be delayed for three or four months. I know a writer who has no work to do for some personal reasons. In other words, she is equivalent to a full-time writer on the human side.

"After she finished writing a book, she said she would take a break before writing a new book... Eighteen years have passed since she took a break.

"I thought something had happened to her. I happened to go back to the Kingdom of Religion to see her recently. In fact, many of her readers also thought that she had died or ambered without knowing it... because her novels and poems are full of the breath of death."

Hearing this, Aiwas suddenly thought of Gloria Blue Rose.

Could it be that the friend that Janice was talking about was her?

But then, Janice's words dispelled Aiwas's doubts: "As a result, I came back recently to see her and asked her. I found that she was simply not motivated. Although her health was still not good, she didn't have any thoughts of dying.

"And she didn't write at all in these years, but wrote a cabinet of essays. But each article had no ending.

"She told me that although her health was not good. But she shouldn't have any problems in the short term... You should know the diseases of elves, right?"

"Treeization and amber...right. "Evans replied softly.

"That's right. She is a patient with amber syndrome, but she actively accepts treatment and doesn't want to die like this. She feels bored every day and wants to do something.

"So she specially taught herself jewelry. She also laughed and joked with me that if one of her arms or legs was completely amber, she would cut it off and make it into jewelry for us, and it would be all handmade. I told her, if it really happened If there was an opportunity like that, I would personally help her design it.

"During these days, she became somewhat interested in writing a new book, and began to read newspapers from various countries to collect information. She also saw news about you, Aiwass. She talked to me about you and said that she thought you were very handsome. The protagonist of the new book may be based on you, and he asked me a lot about your deeds.”

Having said this, Yanis smiled and patted Aiwass on the shoulder: "But I still think you are suitable to be a villain. So I proposed to her that you would be the villain and Sherlock, as a detective, would be the protagonist. ...I don’t know if she accepted it.”

"It doesn't matter if I'm a villain or not."

Aiwass smiled: "Rather, I think the villain is more handsome."

The image of a little girl who always smiled was sketched in his mind.

He is terminally ill but positive and full of life. Just listening to Yanis's words, Aiwass seemed to see those sparkling eyes.

Although they are both writers suffering from adenopathy, she is obviously different from Gloria.

After all, in The Theocracy, the coverage rate of coagulation syndrome is quite large. It is said that the probability of dendrosis was higher thousands of years ago. In recent years, the blood of elves has been diluted and deteriorated, and the probability of dendrosis has significantly decreased; but the proportion of dendrosis has increased instead.

When everyone lived a slow-paced life, there were not so many cases of Ningbo disease. But as the pace of life of the short-lived species gradually accelerated, and various entertainments and productions became more numerous, the elves who had nothing to do with them seemed to be infected and became impatient.

Therefore, there are also a few extremists among the elves who believe that they need to be completely isolated from short-lived species.

Aiwass smiled and looked back at Sherlock: "Hey, I said you want to be the protagonist."

"--whatever."

Sherlock, who was walking at the end, chuckled and complained: "I just hope she won't ignore the rigor of the detective for the drama of the story. It's hard for me to expect her to understand what logic is, and reports in newspapers are not always She is objective and fair. She just imagines and writes for the newspaper, and it is too easy for her to lack life experience. "

"Don't underestimate her."

Yanis defended her friend: "Gloria is a palace-level writer, a world-famous literary giant. She will not make such a simple mistake. You are really going to be famous this time, Sherlock - —If my proposal is accepted by her."

"——Wait a minute."

Sherlock became serious: "What did you say her name was? What's her full name?"

"Gloria. Gloria Blue Rose...the elf's full name is sometimes named after her parents, and sometimes after her teacher. She is one of those who follow the teacher."

Yanis said casually.

She quickly realized something: "What happened to her?"

"She's dead."

Sherlock replied succinctly: "It was suicide."

Yanis' pupils suddenly shrank.