Silent guardian

In the afternoon, Maura came to Baker Street.

This was the second time that Maura knocked on the door of Baker Street, but her mood was completely different from the first time. It was still Mrs. Hudson who opened the door.

"Hey, Molly, come in, come in." Mrs. Hudson pulled Moola in with a happy face, "It's been so long since we've come here, you don't know how much we miss you, and we all hope to have it again The tofu feast you made, yesterday, John was still complaining to me that the food bought by Sherlock was unpalatable."

"Really?" Mora laughed, followed into the kitchen, and took out the ingredients from her backpack.

"What are you doing this time?" Hudson followed, looking at the dough and minced meat curiously.

"Steamed dumplings, one of the most commonly eaten noodles in China."

"Oh," Mrs. Hudson nodded understandingly, "It's good that you come, not only bring delicious food, but also talk to me. The two boys upstairs are crazy busy with the case these days. Sherlock hasn't eaten for several meals, he doesn't care, and he doesn't know if John can bear it, alas, they are all careless guys,,,,,, "

"Didn't eat for several meals?" Mo La frowned.

"He said that eating hindered his thinking, really desperate."

Mora listened quietly, just like listening to her grandmother nagging about these trivial matters when she was a child, it made her feel extra cordial.As fast as she could, she stuffed, steamed, caged, and then set the timer for Mrs. Hudson to watch while she poured a pot of tea and carried it upstairs.

The room is very messy, books and materials like this are scattered on the floor, Sherlock is thinking hard about all kinds of strange symbols on the wall, while Watson sitting in front of the writing desk is obviously overtired, with one hand propping his head, The upper and lower eyelids are constantly fighting.

"What the hell are these?" Sherlock said to himself.

"Chinese."

"Chinese?"

"To be precise, it should be ancient Chinese."

"how do you know?"

Mora put down the teapot and handed him a cup of warm scented tea. Sherlock glanced at the teapot on the tea table, took a sip from the cup, raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Jasmine tea? It tastes good."

Mora smiled, "I hope it helps you think." Then he took out two photos from his pocket and handed them to Sherlock, "This was found on the two newly sent male corpses, the same location, the same tattoo , the same kind of death scene, it should not be a coincidence."

"Hi, Molly." Watson stood up and rubbed his eyes. "It's terrible. I'll hurry up and take a break. You can do it yourself." Then he yawned and walked into the bedroom.

"Of course it can't be accidental." Sherlock stared at the photo in his hand, "The black lotus flower should be a symbol of an organization, just like a resident ID card. The threat of the same graffiti signal, China, Chinese,,,,,," Sherlock's mind surged with thoughts, and the electric fire flew into the sky. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he said softly, "Oh, Black Lotus Hall."

"Black Lotus Hall?" Mo La asked cooperatively.

"An ancient evil organization that originated in China. Those two people should be members of the Black Lotus Church. They should be doing business for them. They should be doing some kind of business. Obviously they are not killing people. Their tentacles have not been able to reach out, so what are they doing here? Why was it silenced afterwards? Sebastian said that Fan Kong once made 100 million pounds in a week, such a lucrative business, what could it be?"

Sherlock fell silent, completely entering the inner world.He didn't even notice that Maura had taken the cup in his hand.

"Maybe you should check his itinerary, preferably the day's itinerary after returning to London from China, and maybe you can find some clues from it."

"That's right, if both of you have a mission, the first thing you do when you get off the plane is to complete the mission entrusted by the organization. The rules in those gangs are extremely strict, even cruel. If you are not careful, you will throw them away." Life, so they not only have to be fast, but also be careful, yes, yes, that’s it, you’re right! Thank you so much, Jasmine.” Sherlock excitedly grabbed Mo La’s shoulders and held them tightly. After a moment, he let go, and shouted into the room with joy on his face, "John, get up quickly, we have a new job."

Sherlock soon began to pack his luggage, and hummed the waltz happily. Maura stared at him blankly, unable to return to her senses for a long time. She remembered the dream. He once laughed like this at the gate of 221B Baker Street. At that time, she was standing opposite him, with a road between them, but now, she is still standing opposite him, but only separated by a layer of air.She caressed her shoulder and touched it lightly with her fingers. She seemed to be able to feel the temperature from his palm, which was a delightful temperature.

"Jasmine, I need your help."

Sherlock went upstairs to get some things and rushed down immediately. While busy putting on black leather gloves, he said to Mora, "If you don't mind, can you go to the Police Department for me, I need Fan Kong notebook, there might be some clues in it.”

Mora was a little dazed, this was the first time she saw Sherlock ask her for help so cautiously, a faint joy spread from her heart to the brows.

"You,,,,,, can you do it?" Sherlock seemed a little scrupulous.

"Oh, of course." Mora restrained her facial expression, and said pretending to be serious, "I am the coroner, and it is not too much to ask to assist the detectives in solving the case."

"Very good." Sherlock smiled, "Then, I will leave this matter to you, and call me when you get it."

"Yes." Mora nodded in agreement.

At this time, Watson came out of the house in his overcoat. Seeing Sherlock who was getting ready, he couldn't help complaining, "My God, sooner or later I will suffer from progeria due to lack of sleep."

Sherlock gave him a look of contempt, "People with low IQ will only sleep more and more stupidly."

Watson was speechless, waved at Jasmine, and hurriedly followed.

"and many more!"

It was only then that Mora remembered that dumplings were still steaming in the kitchen, and rushed into the kitchen. Mrs. Hudson just opened the glass cover, and Mora ignored the scalding heat, and directly picked up the stainless steel partition with her hands.

"Be careful!" cried Mrs. Hudson in terror.

Mo La ignored Mrs. Hudson, she just wanted to quickly pack the food and send it to that person. She always remembered what Mrs. Hudson said just now.

"Sherlock!"

The taxi had already started, and Mora chased after him. Hearing the sound, Sherlock rolled down the window, reached in with a hand, and handed a food packaging bag in front of him. He took it, and the warm aroma of the food immediately filled the air. to his senses.

"Oh, it smells so good, Jasmine is so nice, she didn't forget our dinner." Watson said with a smile, snatched the packaging bag away, opened the mouth and saw the delicious food inside, and was overjoyed, " Steamed dumplings? This is a good thing, there is even a fork, Jasmine is so careful." Watson put one to his mouth, but was scorched by the scorching heat and screamed, "Ha, it's so hot !"

Sherlock's eyes flashed, as if thinking of something, he turned his head to look at the rearview mirror of the car, the purple figure in the mirror was standing motionless, staring down at his right hand.

Sherlock's heart moved, and he lost his mind for a moment.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Watson wolfed down the first and was putting the second to his mouth.

"You've eaten enough." Sherlock snatched the food bag over.

Watson looked at Sherlock with a meaningful smile.

"why are you laughing?"

"Do you still care?" Watson smiled. "She is a good girl. Really, she looks at you very gently, just like just now. This is not the first time. Maybe you haven't noticed it at all."

Sherlock glanced at Watson silently, and for the first time did not refute his words.

"Sherlock, listen, whether you like her or not, you have to be gentle with her. She is a girl who deserves to be treated well. You should have discovered it earlier than me. Her intelligence is not inferior to yours."

Watson still still remembers what the black female policewoman said. Just by comparing the fingers, it can be concluded that the deceased is left-handed, which is not something ordinary people can do.

"That's what I'm really worried about, John."

"Worried? What are you worried about?"

Sherlock glanced at Watson meaningfully, then turned his gaze out of the window, and stopped talking.