I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 501 Sherlock Holmes
Borg remained silent for a long time without saying anything, and the neighbors all around came out, horrified by the tragic scene in front of them.

But when they saw the gold rings scattered on the ground, some brave people picked up the rings excitedly.

After seeing these people's actions, the rest of the people also picked it up, and the herd effect began to take effect. People picked up these gold rings excitedly, a little anxiously, for fear that people around them would snatch the rings, and even quarrels occurred.

The men in black who were still a little angry were subconsciously ignored by them.

Wallis, who was impaled on the fence, had blood pouring from the corner of his mouth. He opened his scarlet eyes wide and looked at the gold rings scattered on the ground. His eyes were full of unwillingness. However, as time passed, he gradually recovered. The point has lost its vitality.

Borg came back to his senses and looked at Char, who looked as usual.

As early as just now, he heard the young man say what he just said to the man.

And almost in the next moment, it all came true.

He didn't think it was a coincidence.

"How many children do you have?" Xia Ya suddenly asked.

Borg came back to his senses, but remained silent for a moment and said, "Three, one is a 14-year-old boy, one is seven years old, and one is not yet one year old."

Xia Ya's eyes flashed with unknown brilliance, and he continued, "According to the agreement, I will give your children the most important thing to survive in this world-wisdom."

"Wisdom?" Borg frowned slightly. If we were talking about knowledge, he could still understand it, but wisdom is more abstract. "Do you want to be my child's teacher?"

Xia Ya smiled and shook his head, "You will understand when you see your child again."

After a pause, Xia Ya continued, "Would you like to try changing your name?"

Berg thought for a moment, then nodded, "Indeed, these men in black will never give up. We have to change our name and move."

Xia Ya raised his hand, and a handful of gold rings fell into Borg's hand, "Just think of these as your moving expenses."

Berg held the heavy gold ring. He hesitated for a moment, but still said, "I can't have this. You just paid a lot of money."

Take it. "Xia Ya said, "I am just entrusted by others. "

"If you want to sell this house in a short time, you have to sell it at a low price. There will be a lot of money to use in the future."

After a pause, Xia Ya continued, "Have you decided what name to change?"

Borg shook his head.

"What about the surname Holmes?" Char said. "From now on, your eldest son will be called Mycroft Holmes, and your second son will be called Sherlock Holmes."

Berg repeated the name, and then asked doubtfully, "Is there anything special about this name?"

"I'm just making an opinion." Xia Ya said, "Whether you accept this opinion or not, it's up to you."

Xia Ya smiled and continued, "Then, I wish you good luck."

After saying that, under Borg's eyes that gradually widened, Char's body gradually turned into countless Christmas roses and disappeared.

The petals are flying in the air, leaving a faint fragrance.

It wasn't until a while that Borg came back to his senses. He looked at the bloody street not far away. Since it was close to the city, the police quickly arrived here in their own mechas. At the same time, There are also ambulances.

This was an obvious accident and there were many witnesses, so it was handled quickly.

However, Borg knew at this moment that this was by no means an accident.
Both of his sons go to boarding schools and don't come back at noon, and don't come back until evening.

At that time, the blood stains on the streets had almost been cleaned up, and the efficiency of the government in this era was pretty good.

As soon as the two children entered the door, they smelled the aroma coming from the kitchen.

There were many dishes placed on the table, and Borg was sitting in the middle, as if he had been waiting for them for a long time.

He raised his head and smiled at the two children.

"Come back, sit down and eat, I have something important to announce later."

"Is it something about our grandfather?" the younger son said. His hair was very distinctive, with a little red in the black and some natural curls. "The people from the casino are here to find you, right?"

Borg was stunned, "How do you know?"

"It's not hard to guess." The curly-haired child said quietly, "The grass on the lawn outside the door is bent and there are traces of being trampled. At least fifteen people came to the yard just now.

Even the police will not bring so many people with them when they come to arrest someone. Only those gangsters like more people to bluff.They won't leave until they get the money, and you can only pay off the debt by selling the house.

If you say yes to them, they won't let you live in this house again.

Let me guess, someone helped you get rid of them, right? "

Borg said nothing.

But the words of the curly hair are still being told.

“I smelled a smell of blood in the air, and even though Aunt Darina’s yard fence was black, if you looked closely, you could see the blood on it.

Judging from the direction of blood flow, it is from top to bottom, not from top to bottom.

No one would intentionally spill blood on the fence, so it must have been an accident.

The street had been cleaned by others, but the cleaning was not too clean. If you look carefully, you can still see that there are still blood stains in some places. There must be more than one person affected by this accident.

When I came in, I saw that Uncle Burley's yard connected to the road had a deep axle mark, so it was a car accident. The vehicle was a large truck and it was carrying heavy objects.

Our road is not the main road, and usually no cars come in. However, there is a mine nearby, and trucks often go to and from the main road.

So it should be the car from this mine.

There are very few people coming to our street. So many people were knocked away all of a sudden. They must be the mafia, right? "

He spoke very fast, like a machine gun, but his logic was very clear.

“There are no skid marks on the road, so there are generally only three possibilities.

One possibility is that the driver has completely lost consciousness. Another possibility is that the driver's purpose is to kill the mafia.

The final possibility is that the driver loses control of the vehicle.

The latter two can actually be regarded as man-made.

Let me guess, the guy who helped you deal with these people did it, right?”

Borg still didn't reply. He looked at the second son in front of him.

He was 100% sure that his son was never present, but in just a few minutes, he surmised everything that happened here a few hours ago, as if he had been here in person.

At this time, his eldest son also said, "Are you planning to move?"

"How do you know?" Borg said slightly surprised.

"So many people have died when they came to collect debts from us. Although it has nothing to do with us, it is probably a lot of trouble." The eldest son said calmly, "Let's move to the imperial capital."

"The imperial capital?"

"First, it is far enough away from here. Second, your job is more suitable for the Imperial City. Third, I plan to attend the Royal Military School of Britannia and join the army in the future. Going to the Imperial Capital is the most suitable place."

"Join the army?" Borg frowned slightly, "Aren't you planning to become a mecha engineer?"

"You can get access to mechas just like joining the army." He said calmly, "And I have thought clearly that in this world and this era, if you don't conflict with others, trouble will not come to you."

Berg understood what he meant, and he looked at his two sons quietly.

At this moment, for the first time, he felt that his two sons were so strange.

In the past, they were no different from ordinary children. Living in the ivory tower, they lacked knowledge of the real world, were naive and had no intentions.

But now it is completely different. They have become smarter, more perceptive, and see people and things more thoroughly.

At this moment, Borg finally realized what the "wisdom" that man was talking about was.
Berg frowned and thought for a moment, then continued, "We're not just moving, we're changing our name."

The eldest son and the second son looked at each other.

"Nida." Berg looked at his eldest son, "From now on, you will be called Mycroft Holmes."

He looked at his second son, "And you are called Sherlock Holmes."

(End of this chapter)