Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 361: Showdown, the protagonist is the villain
An earl and a knight walked leisurely in the streets of London, following Irene Adler not too far away. Whether in the streets or alleys, and whether "that woman" was walking or riding in a car, they always followed her like a shadow.

"I've been so busy lately that I actually forgot such an eye-catching clue." Lin You seriously reflected on himself, "Before integrating the Wonder Woman story, I had already discovered that the reverse information from the Sherlock Holmes story had infiltrated, but when the time came, I completely forgot about it."

"It's understandable. After all, you've been through too many things recently. To some extent, this also proves that my actions are effective. They can make the Supreme God and the writer make mistakes together." Patrick Morgan held the civilization stick, but did not push it to the ground. Instead, he tapped his palms again and again, as if he was applauding his own success.

Lin You was not affected by the other party's deliberate provocation, and continued to ask calmly: "I am very curious, what did you do with the Sherlock Holmes story at that time, and why did you choose it? It hardly meets the conditions of 'unknown' at all."

"We didn't know the conditions for creating the 'unknown' at the beginning, so we can only do experiments first and gradually verify the methods of creating the 'unknown'. The reason for choosing the Sherlock Holmes story is simple. It is very famous, but also very weak." Sir Morgan gestured to the carriage where Irene Adler was riding. "No matter how smart a man or woman is, good or bad, they are still just mortals, aren't they?"

Mortals cannot interfere with the small movements of gods, and can reduce the uncertainty in the experiment to a minimum.

Lin You sneered and said, "The phenomenon of information penetration has no practical significance, and has nothing to do with the 'unknown'."

"Of course, we will know the result as soon as the test comes out." Sir Morgan glanced at Lin You, "It was after that test that we finally confirmed that if we want to successfully create an 'unknown' event, we can't bypass you, the author."

Lin You also looked back and asked, "Is it from that time that you tried every possible means to establish cooperation with me?"

Hearing the words that Earl Goff emphasized, Sir Morgan couldn't help laughing. It was indeed "trying every possible means", including but not limited to digging holes, framing, betrayal, and adding fuel to the fire.

After laughing, the "God of Truth" recalled with emotion: "The first obstacle to establishing cooperation with you is not how to gain your trust and consent, but the extremely bad relationship between Ares and you; especially Ares' attitude towards you. If we do as He wants, it means that all possibilities of cooperation will be cut off from the beginning."

"Isn't that why you killed Him?"

"Oh, of course not; that was at best a catalyst, not the main reason." Sir Morgan smiled and shook his head, "That was the divine power of a true god, almost exposed in front of me without any protection, waiting for me to pick it up; who could resist it?"

Faced with such a frank "villain", Lin You was helpless; he changed the subject again: "Since the experiment has failed, what's the point of asking me to come and watch this scene that has already been known? It has been proven that it cannot be used to create the 'unknown'. Do you expect me to change this?"

"The same thing. Don't worry, writer." Sir Morgan shook his finger and craned his neck to look at the carriage in front of him. "Look, she's already there. Why don't you follow her and take a look? Now that you're here, why don't you?"

Half a block away, Irene Adler stood at the door of the carriage, looking around, quickly examining every face in her sight. However, no matter how sharp her eyes were, she could not see the two noble gentlemen who had followed her all the way.

Not only Irene, but any pedestrian on the street was unaware of the existence of Lin You and Patrick Morgan, even though they had just passed by them.

Walking into the restaurant from the street, no one saw them come in, and no one knew that they were observing Irene Adler across a table and saw her drink the black tea that contained a deadly poison.

The two lords who had touched the threshold of true God in different ways did not move.

"Even if you see this real scene up close, instead of through the screen, you are still unmoved. Don't you plan to do something?" Unlike the previous situation on the street, it was Patrick Morgan who took the initiative to start the conversation.

"What do you want to say? Are you mocking me for not being gentle with women?" Lin You pretended to be confused. "Even after being transformed by the 'Sands of Time', she is still more than twice my age. Of course, the age number is not a problem. Diana is at least three thousand years old. But the problem is that the physiological function of 'that woman' is already in her thirties, which is completely different from Diana."

Sir Morgan seemed to take Earl Goff's nonsense seriously and asked with interest, "So this is your principle? Except for those who are directly related to you, you can turn a blind eye to others and watch their lives wither away?"

"Before you ask this question, you might as well calculate how much blood is on your hands and how many lives you have destroyed." Lin You retorted.

"That's different, writer. You are changing the concept." Sir Morgan shook his head repeatedly. "You are not being hunted down now. No one is calling for your death. You don't have to panic or even resort to any means to escape. You have nothing to worry about. You only need to stretch out your hand and you can save a life."

At the same time as the words of the "God of Truth" sounded, there were three knocks, one long and two short; those were the sounds made by Moriarty's men knocking on the tableware, the sound was crisp and pleasant. After the three knocks, the restaurant suddenly became quiet; almost everyone stopped talking at the same time, and they walked out of the door in unison like puppets being pulled by invisible strings.

During the whole process, there was only a few sounds of moving tables and chairs, which set off the eerie silence in the restaurant.

The poison Irene Adler drank began to take effect; she staggered to her feet, the great pain from her stomach suffocating her and even stifling her attempt to make a sound for help. A hint of blood rushed from her throat, and Irene took out a handkerchief and put it to her mouth, spitting out a ball of blood from her mouth.

This action exhausted Irene Adler's last bit of strength, and the blood on the handkerchief also extinguished her last bit of hope; the woman who was engraved in Holmes' heart fell to the ground, and the remaining vitality in her body turned into unconscious convulsions, proving that she was still in great pain in the last moments of her life.

The scary thing is that this is one of the most prestigious and busiest restaurants in London, but almost no one - if you don't count the two lords who were watching coldly - witnessed the murder.

A legendary thief died silently.

The whole process took less than two minutes, including Moriarty's last two words to Irene and taking away the handkerchief stained with Irene's blood. Throughout the whole process, Sir Morgan never looked at the characters in the plot, but kept staring at Earl Goff.

It seems like waiting, and also like anticipation.

Until the end, Lin You did not move; he calmly watched Moriarty's men pretend to call the police, find a doctor, and make Irene Adler's death a case of acute typhoid fever. "This is a bit heartless." Sir Morgan shook his head and sighed, "No matter what the real dimension thinks, in the virtual dimension, Ms. Irene is indeed a living person."

"You are the one who has unrealistic expectations." Lin You was unmoved. "Why should I take the risk of changing the established plot of the story? These stories are not written by me, and their fate is not determined by me."

Sir Morgan responded, "Although their fate is not written by you, you can indeed decide - or rewrite it; and, it can only be rewritten by you. Because the plot related to them has been locked by your quill pen."

"Rewriting a character's fate is equivalent to rewriting the plot of a story, and then changing the logic of a story." Lin You sneered, "Logical coherence is the basis for the safe operation of the Great World Plan, and locking the plot is the guarantee of safety. Even if you didn't understand the risks that logical errors would bring in the past, you should understand it now after creating so many 'unknowns'."

Morgan questioned: "How much risk can there be for the life and death of a mortal? Are certain people and roles destined to be sacrificed for the so-called safety? One side of the scale is the whole world, so it must be heavy; the other side is just a few or dozens of lives, so it must be light?"

"Your question reminds me of the 'trolley problem'." Lin You smiled contemptuously, not moved by the problem at all. "Unless I actually sit in the driver's seat, I can't give a definite answer. But I am confident that no matter what choice I make, I will not feel any moral guilt for it; because the trolley driver is not the criminal, the madman who tied people to the track is."

"Your answer is just to avoid the problem instead of taking responsibility to solve it." Morgan said sternly, but Lin You easily saw through his tricks.

That was not the real emotion of the "God of Truth", but just a pretense to provoke the writer's emotions and try to gain the upper hand in the debate.

"You know, I admire those heroes who resolutely shoulder their responsibilities; I respect them from the bottom of my heart, regardless of whether they are human or god." Lin You has completely failed to conceal his contempt and disdain for the "God of Truth". "At the same time, I also hate and despise those hypocrites who impose responsibilities and obligations on others with a sense of righteousness."

Patrick Morgan's originally high morale suddenly stagnated.

Many times, there is no need to say everything, especially when both parties in the conversation are close to the level of true God, many things only need to be said briefly and left tacitly understood.

Sir Morgan turned his head and looked at the characters in the story for the first time. Irene Adler's breathing was barely perceptible, and only the slight rise and fall of her chest proved that the woman was still alive; but even with such a weak breathing movement, the intervals between each rise and fall were getting longer and longer.

As if to make his crime more perfect, Moriarty's poison was deadly but not swift; Irene would presumably die in a time consistent with the course of an acute typhoid patient.

"Poor woman. I feel sad for her, but also happy. At least, she didn't know she had a chance to change her fate until she died." Sir Morgan sighed, "I am also angry at myself, and at all the characters like me. We clearly...we have seen the truth of the world, and have seen the possibility of changing our fate..."

Lin You sneered: "What a sad and angry accusation; I feel like I have become the villain, the evil dragon who kidnapped the princess and looted the treasure. You think so too, right, Lord Morgan... Oh no, maybe I should change my name to - Knight Morgan?"

"The princess is the quill pen, and the treasure is the 'truth factor'? It's a good analogy." Sir Morgan not only accepted the ridicule, but also calmly began to laugh at himself, "But you have to understand that a knight is never alone in his journey to slay a dragon. Every character who wants to break through the quill pen blockade and change his own destiny will be my partner."

"Is that so? Are you sure you won't sell out your companions one by one?" Lin You sincerely stabbed the vital point.

"..." Sir Morgan pursed his lips tightly and did not speak for a long time. Then his figure gradually dimmed, and the breath of his existence gradually faded away; "I will come to you again, and I hope that one day you will change your mind."

"Are you planning to just leave like this? My primary purpose in coming here is to arrest you."

Morgan sneered, his smile full of confidence: "You can try to see if you can keep me here; maybe there is a chance, after all, I am injured, right?"

The writer looked inward, at the quill pen deep in his soul and the "Tree of Destiny" that had long since grown but was little known, and an impulse surged in his heart.

He finally suppressed his impulse.

"If I want to talk to you, how can I contact you? Like you said, maybe one day I change my mind?" Lin You asked jokingly.

"I will always keep an eye on you. Don't worry about losing contact." Sir Morgan was not fooled. Instead, he made a sincere suggestion, "Before looking for me, you should consider how to face those Nordic gods. I forgot to tell you that the Nordic gods who entered the time restricted area are not the two I mentioned before, but three."

"Could it be four? Before I came here, someone told me that within the Nine Realms of Northern Europe, four main gods have been missing for a long time."

When Lin You asked the last question, he suddenly saw a slight change in Patrick Morgan's expression; although the change was small and the light and shadow were dim, he was sure that he was not mistaken.

Then, the "God of Truth" left completely.

On the other side, police and medical staff had arrived at the scene, and a doctor was examining Irene Adler, but it was just a formality.

Soon, the woman's almost lifeless body was carried on a stretcher and sent to a carriage. Both the police and the doctors had already treated this woman as a corpse; she would not be sent to the hospital, and no one would rescue her, but would only be sent to the police station's morgue.

It won't be long before the legendary thief is buried somewhere else because his body is unclaimed.

(End of this chapter)