National treasure fierce and cute [Comprehensive]

#Codename "Yurina" Project (3)#

Maytown is located in the southwest of London, with underdeveloped commerce and extremely low population density.Compared with other areas in London, this place is more like a treasured place where the rich live occasionally, with fresh air and pleasant scenery.

Sherlock and John took a taxi to the Maytown area, and as time passed, they were getting closer and closer to their destination.

"Please stop here." A few hundred meters away from the target address, Sherlock stopped the taxi, and got out of the taxi shortly.

"Sherlock, why are we here?" John hurriedly paid the fare, and followed closely behind Sherlock.

"Shh!" With his index finger in front of his chin, Sherlock motioned for John to keep quiet, while he kept his body low and moved slowly against the wall.

John was confused when he saw this, but he had no choice but to imitate Sherlock, moving his body slowly, but suddenly caught a glimpse of the laser red dot that appeared on Sherlock's back.

"Wait, Sherlock, we've been discovered." Just as John's voice fell, dozens of laser red dots hit him and Sherlock at the same time, forcing him to raise his hands.

"Although I was discovered, I still won. Urina is indeed here." Full of confidence, Sherlock raised his hands unhurriedly and shouted into the air, "Moriarty, I have I found you, and I won the game."

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, the laser red dot suddenly moved to the corner of his eye, which was dazzling and uncomfortable, forcing him to close his eyes.Suddenly, his head was covered with a black cloth bag, and Sherlock even felt his back being pressed by something like a gun.

"The great Sherlock Holmes, your actions are faster than I expected." Someone held a mobile phone to Sherlock's ear, and Moriarty's slightly surprised, but still proud and arrogant voice came from the phone.

"Your reaction was slower than I expected." Sherlock refused to admit defeat, but was pushed by the muzzle behind him, forcing him to move forward.

Blindfolded, he couldn't see the way, but Sherlock was familiar with the map of the Maytown area. He clearly knew how many steps he had taken, and he knew exactly where he was now——No. The address, exactly.

——*——

In the villa at No. 17 Inlier Street, Maytown, London.Xiao Wu was leaning against the wall with a pale face, and his short hair was just on the neck, which was a bit piercing.

"Pa..." The light in the room suddenly turned on, and Xiao Wu opened his eyes uncomfortably, only to see the kidnapper Moriarty walking in with a huge paper bag and a smile on his face.

"For the final victory, I need to make some changes to the game between Sherlock and me." Moriarty walked unhurriedly to the bed, he looked down at the weak girl on the bed and said, "Let's start, my dear." Miss Hostage."

Xiao Wu didn't know what tricks Moriarty was playing again, she refused to cooperate with him, but Moriarty's powerful arm violently pulled her up from the bed.

While struggling, Xiao Wu accidentally kicked over the paper bag next to the bed, and a gorgeous silver-white tutu skirt with bright diamonds fell out.

"Tomorrow is Christmas. This is an early gift from me. Do you like it? The lovely hostage lady." The smile on the corner of Moriarty's lips turned cold. It was obvious that he didn't like disobedient little wild cats.

Moriarty violently forced Xiao Wu to sit on the bed, and then indiscriminately put the silver tutu skirt on her head.

Xiao Wu struggled and couldn't catch her breath. She was so hungry that she had no energy left, so she could only bear it and let others manipulate her.

"Oh, my beautiful hostage lady, you should open your eyes to see how beautiful you are." Moriarty smiled deeper, he was satisfied with Xiao Wu's obedience, and looked down at the girl in a silver tutu skirt.Against the backdrop of the silver, her face was even more terrifyingly pale, but Moriarty liked this paleness. In the dying struggle, there seemed to be infinite vitality.

Pulling the girl beside him to the center of the living room, Moriarty let her sit on the single sofa.The red sofa is delicate and charming, reflecting the flushed cheeks of the girl on the sofa, adding a hint of anger.

Moriarty continued to tug at the bag he was carrying just now, and Xiao Wu watched helplessly as he took out a dark square object from the bag. There was a small screen on the object, which was displaying the bright red 00:00 at the moment. .

Yes □□, Xiao Wu’s head buzzed and went blank, what should I do?This maniac wanted to blow her up.

"You can use it as an ornament, or as an ordinary bag." Seeing Xiao Wu's uneasiness, Moriarty rubbed her short hair to comfort her, and then tied her penis to her waist.

"Don't move around, my hands will tremble with nervousness." Shaking the remote control in his hand, Moriarty said with a smile, "We just wait quietly, and the game will restart immediately."

After Moriarty finished speaking, he finally took out the last thing from the paper bag, which was the Queen's scepter lost in the London Museum two days ago.

Caressing the huge white gemstone at the top of the scepter, Moriarty felt very calm. He turned his head to look at Xiao Wu, ignoring her anger, and stuffed the Queen's scepter into her hand.Like a gentleman, he walked slowly behind her and put his hands on her shoulders.

The queen's scepter is gorgeous and dazzling, but Xiao Wu didn't have time to appreciate it. The penis on her body was like a heavy wall, making her breathless.She was restless, but didn't dare to move.There was a rustling sound behind him, Xiao Wu didn't know what Moriarty was doing again.

"Ah...it hurts." The sudden tingling pain on her neck made Xiao Wu exclaim, and she could feel the cold liquid slowly pouring into her body.

Limbs and limbs suddenly lost strength, and even her head fell to the side. Xiao Wu stared at her eyes. She opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"Look at all this quietly, my well-behaved hostage lady." Moriarty straightened Xiao Wu's head, smiling all over his face, quietly looking at the door, waiting for someone to arrive.

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