Chapter 548 She died by suicide
Aiwass knocked on the door at least five times, but no one came to open it.
It was already 1:30 in the afternoon, which was almost the time for ordinary people to take a nap.
But according to the elves on the road, Aiwas's sister Freya should have the underworld schedule of getting up at noon.
...She shouldn't go back to take a nap right after breakfast, right?
For a moment, Aiwass felt a little worried.
The main reason was that he immediately thought of the fresh experience of opening the closet at home and finding a corpse.
As a famous detective, Sherlock might have some kind of event-related physique... and have cursed and killed my half-sister, whom I have never met, from a distance?
They waited at the door for a long time, but no one came to open it. Aiwass then told Sherlock about his worries.
Just as they were about to break in, they heard Janice's voice from behind:
"Evans?"
Turning around, I saw Janice walking towards me 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 hasn't opened the door yet..."
Aiwass immediately told Janice everything he had just seen and heard, and expressed his concern: "Is she okay?"
"Oh, nothing."
Yanis replied, "She's probably busy... Never mind that."
As they walked inside, Janice walked up to Aiwass.
She reached out and pressed the back of Aiwas's head, gritting her teeth and saying, "Boy, why didn't you say a few words for me before?"
"Let me be frank, Master Janice. I also think that disappearing for two hundred years is a bit too much."
Aiwass said seriously, "If I don't explain it properly, we might end up losing our friendship - that would be a shame. It's precisely because we have a good relationship that I hope the misunderstanding can be completely resolved.
"So, what's going on?"
“…Actually, it wasn’t even two hundred years at the beginning.”
Upon hearing this, Janice's expression became a little unnatural. "We originally agreed to travel around the world for twenty years and then come back. But the world turned out to be bigger than I thought. I originally planned to travel around the world for twenty years, but ended up traveling for more than eighty years.
"At that time, I went back to the Theocracy and took away some of my teacher's belongings. I thought she had forgotten me long ago. After all, eighty years is a long time for elves. But she actually waited for me for eighty years..."
After hearing this, Aiwass understood.
Things were much simpler than Aiwass thought.
Janice must have been afraid to come back to see her when she first realized she was sixty years late.
Elves' sense of time is approximately five to seven times that of humans.
Even if we take the worst-case scenario, this means we have been out of contact for at least ten years.
For humans, it is indeed possible to forget childhood friends after losing contact for more than ten years, or at least the feelings will fade. The promises and vows made back then naturally count.
But Janice had no idea that after eighty years, Gray would still be waiting for her. This wasn't even like being away from her friends for more than a decade. It was more like running away from home for more than a decade, and her parents were still looking for her.
This overwhelming feeling scared Janice away. Then it became a vicious cycle… the longer it took, the less likely she was to return.
“…How should I put it?”
Aiwass also hissed.
He thought for a moment and said, "I think you still need to formally apologize to Miss Grey."
"But I'm no longer suitable to stay in the Theocracy."
Janice smiled bitterly and said, "It's okay to come back occasionally, but if I stay for too long, I'm worried I'll turn into amber. After two hundred years, I've become accustomed to living with short-lived people... Oh, I'm not scolding you. I'm just describing those races with shorter lifespans than elves.
"Can you imagine, Aiwass? In the Theocracy, it's common for something to drag on for three or four months. I know a writer who, for some personal reasons, has no work to do. In other words, she's a full-time writer for the human side.
"After she finished writing a book, she said she would take a break before starting a new one... and eighteen years passed since then.
"I thought something had happened to her. It just so happened that the Islamic State recently visited her. In fact, many of her readers also believed that she had died or had disappeared without a trace... because her novels and poems were filled with the aura of death."
Hearing this, Aiwass suddenly thought of Gloria Blue Rose.
Could it be that the friend Janice was talking about was her?
But then, Janice's words dispelled Aiwas's doubts: "I recently came back to see her and asked her about it. I found that she was simply not motivated. Although her health was still not good, she didn't have any thoughts of death.
"And it's not like she hasn't written at all over the years. She's written a whole cabinet of essays. But none of them have a conclusion.
"She told me that although she's not feeling well, nothing should happen to her in the near future... You should know about elves' diseases, right?"
"Treeization and amber...right." Aiwass answered softly.
"That's right. She's suffering from amber syndrome, but she's actively receiving treatment and doesn't want to die. She feels bored every day and wants to do something.
"So she taught herself jewelry. She even joked with me that if one of her arms or legs turned completely into amber, she'd cut it off and make it into jewelry for us, all by hand. I told her that if such an opportunity ever came up, I'd personally design it for her.
"She's been feeling a bit interested in writing a new book lately, so she's been reading newspapers from around the world looking for material. She came across the news about you, Aiwass. She told me about you, saying she thought you were very handsome and that you might be the prototype for the protagonist of her new book. She also asked me a lot about your life."
At this point, Janice smiled and patted Aiwass on the shoulder. "But I still think you're suitable to be a villain. So I suggested it to her: you play the villain, and Sherlock, as a detective, plays the protagonist... I don't know if she accepted it."
"It doesn't matter if I'm a villain or not."
Aiwass smiled and said, "Rather, I think the villain is more handsome."
The image of a little girl who always smiles appeared in his mind.
Despite suffering from a terminal illness, she was positive and full of life. Just by listening to Janice's words, Aiwass seemed to see those sparkling eyes.
Although both are writers suffering from amber syndrome, she is obviously different from Gloria.
After all, in the Theocracy, the incidence of Amber Syndrome is quite high. It's said that the incidence of Dendrobium was higher a thousand years ago. Over the years, the elves' bloodline has become more diluted and degraded, and the incidence of Dendrobium has decreased significantly; however, the incidence of Amber Syndrome has actually increased.
When everyone lived at a slower pace, there weren't many cases of Amber Disease. But as the pace of life for the short-lived races gradually quickened, with more entertainment and production options available, even the elves, seemingly unrelated to them, seemed to be infected and becoming increasingly impatient.
Therefore, there are a few extremists among the elves who believe that they need to be completely isolated from the short-lived species.
Aiwass smiled and looked back at Sherlock: "Hey, you said you wanted to be the protagonist."
"—Whatever."
Sherlock, walking last, chuckled and said, "I just hope she doesn't sacrifice detective work for the sake of dramatic storytelling. I can hardly expect her to understand logic, and newspaper reports aren't always objective and fair. She just imagines and writes based on the newspaper, and it's easy to lack life experience."
"Don't underestimate her."
Janice defended her friend, "Gloria is a legendary writer, a world-renowned literary giant. She wouldn't make such a simple mistake. You're really going to be famous this time, Sherlock—if she accepts my proposal."
“—Wait a minute.”
Sherlock turned serious. "What did you say her name was? Her full name?"
"Gloria. Gloria Blue Rose... Some elves take their full names from their parents, while others take their names from their teachers. She's one of those who take their names from their teachers."
Yannis said casually.
She quickly realized something: "What happened to her?"
"She's dead."
Sherlock answered simply, "He committed suicide."
Janice's pupils suddenly shrank.
(End of this chapter)
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