Silent guardian

Di Mo of the Criminal Investigation Section of the Metropolitan Police Department has a great prejudice against Sherlock. The first time they met was in Edward Fancon's apartment. , and even more viciously warned, "You better not mess with any evidence." This is why Sherlock was scruples about Mora's Metropolitan Police Department and his party before.

When Mo La came to Di Mo's office, the other party was approving official documents, but she just looked up at her, then lowered her head and continued the work in hand, showing arrogance.

"Inspector Demo, hello, I'm Jasmine Amber, and I need to borrow something from you." Mo La straightforwardly expressed her intentions, because she wasted no effort on this kind of airs-loving person.

"Oh, Hello."

Di Mo put the pen in his hand on the table, leaned against the back of the chair, pointed to the empty chairs, "Please sit down."

Mora shook her head, "Thank you for your kindness, but now I need such things urgently."

"what?"

"Edward Fancon's notebook."

Before Mora finished her words, she felt a hint of surprise on the other party's expression.

"Sherlock Holmes called you here. What instructions does that poor sociopath have?"

Mo La, an antisocial person, raised her eyebrows. It seemed that she was not only low in IQ, but also a narrow-minded villain.

Dimo didn't notice the annoyance in Mo La's eyes at all, he stood up on his own, walked to another unused desk in the office and rummaged through the files, his hands were busy, and his mouth never stopped "I told him not to get involved in the police. He always likes to steal the limelight, as if the earth would stop turning without him. It's really not why Lestrade trusts him so much? It's because he broke a few The so-called weird cases? Don’t be kidding, those are just pediatrics, we used it as a hide-and-seek game when we were in college,,,,,,”

"It's not good to speak ill of others behind their backs, Mr. Detective." Mo La interrupted Di Mo, walked over and drew the black notebook under his fingertips, and saw Edward E. Fan Kong's name, and then revealed a graceful smile, "Those who can't defeat their opponents with real skills, but can only slander them behind their backs are the real poor people."

Di Mo was stunned for three seconds before he understood the meaning of Mo La's words. His ears were red with anger, but he couldn't utter a word.

He originally wanted to hurt Sherlock in front of Mora, but he didn't expect to be despised by Mora instead. This was the first time he was despised by a woman, and when he thought of this, he couldn't help feeling angry Come here, can't help saying angrily, "Fuckyou!"

His voice was low, but it was still heard by Mora who had already walked outside the door.

Or really,,,,,,

Mora stopped, took two steps back, and continued to spray venom at the angry inspector in the room, "Don't judge Sherlock's thoughts with your baby's IQ, otherwise the IQ of the whole of Britain will be lowered by you. Thank you for your notebook, and goodbye, Mr Inspector."

Di Mo stared at Mora's back, his face turned from red to white, and then from white to blue, which was wonderful.

Mora seldom satirized people like this. When she walked out of the gate, she suddenly felt that it was not bad to occasionally satirize people she hated.

Edward Fan Kong's notebook recorded a lot of things, such as meeting locations, memos, speech lines and a series of life trifles. Mora skipped it directly and focused on finding words about Chinatown.

"Oh, here,,,,,,"

36 Chinatown.

Mo La's eyes froze. No. 27 Chinatown is Yao Sulin's home. If you push it back, isn't No. 28 Chinatown just a Lucky Cat shop?

She took out her mobile phone and skillfully broadcast a long list of numbers.

"beep!"

"Jasmine, what's the matter?"

"Chinatown No. 36, where Fan Kong visited on October 26."

October 26th? , She also went to the Lucky Cat store that day, but she didn't see Edward Fan Kong, only Yao Sulin.

Is she missing something?

She only remembered that Heiliantang seemed to be looking for something, but she forgot what it was, and that thing was hidden in the code, so where could she find the code?

She looked around, her eyes swept across the traffic and the crowd, when a homeless person suddenly stopped her way, "Can I give you some change?"

Seeing his ragged, sallow and emaciated appearance, Mora took out ten euros from his pocket and handed it to him.

The wanderer was very happy, saying those lines that have remained unchanged for thousands of years, "Thank you, if there is anything I can do for you, just ask."

Mo La raised her eyebrows, then took out another twenty euros from her pocket and handed it to the other party, "I'll ask you to help me find something, and I'll be rewarded after it's done."

The vagrant took the money calmly and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Mora has always known that Sherlock is a confident person, confident and conceited, and thinks that she can face any danger alone with her extraordinary wisdom. Mora can understand, but she can't accept it, not every time Fortunately, even she who has experienced many worlds can only easily expose herself to the eyes of everyone, because you can never imagine where the danger behind it will come from.

Sherlock broke into Yao Sulin's apartment single-handedly. Watson was always outside the door to ask him to open the door, but Sherlock, who was immersed in reasoning, turned a deaf ear to this, and unexpectedly met the killer who had not yet retreated.

"I am Sherlock Holmes, and I am always alone, because my great wisdom is unrivaled."

As soon as Mora got out of the car, she saw Watson hovering at Yao Sulin's door, talking and teasing to himself.

Oops!

Mora's heart sank, and she rushed over immediately.

"John, where's Sherlock?"

"Oh, Molly, you're finally here. He's in the room, right there..." Before Watson could finish his sentence, Moura kicked "Bang!" with a beautiful backspin leg. Opening the door, he rushed in with one stride.

"Oh, my God!" Watson was startled, as if he had sensed something, he also rushed in.

"Sherlock!"

Mora rushed upstairs, only to see Sherlock lying motionless on the ground, and quickly ran to the window in a dark shadow, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Sherlock!" Mora yelled again, feeling as if her throat was blocked by something, and she could no longer speak other languages, and even almost couldn't breathe.

No one can remain calm at this moment, even Maura, who thought she was calm and indifferent, suddenly realized what a terrible thing this was. Her hands were shaking so badly that she could hardly detect Sherlock's breathing. .

Mora froze completely, as if it wasn't Sherlock lying there, but herself, falling into an endless abyss, light, warmth, and sound all disappeared.

"Sherlock!"

Watson rushed over to check Sherlock's breath, then pressed his pulse, raised his head and said to the pale-faced Maura, "He's fine, he just passed out."

Mora's complexion was still pale, and there was no sign of improvement. Watson couldn't help but asked worriedly, "Jasmine? Are you okay?"

"Ahem, cough..." Sherlock suddenly coughed twice, then opened his hazy eyes. The first thing he saw was Mora. Her face was uglier than the corpse in the dissection room. Lost, as if immersed in some terrible memory.

"Jasmine? Cough cough,,,,,," Sherlock opened his mouth, and couldn't help coughing again.

Mora came back to her senses suddenly, took a deep look at Sherlock and rushed out without looking back.

"Jasmine!" Sherlock looked at Watson puzzled, "What's wrong with her?"

"I'm ashamed to ask, but it's not because of you." When Watson remembered that he was standing outside the door just now, he was treated as air, so he got angry and punched Sherlock hard in the stomach.

"Oh!" Sherlock yelled in pain, and angrily said, "Why are you so nervous?"

"Didn't you see her face? Like dead, she just thought you were dead, Sherlock! Can you stop being so worrying?"

Sherlock was silent for a moment, then stood up from the ground, straightened his clothes, "OK, let's go then."

"Where to go?"

"Find Yao Sulin."

"Sherlock,,,,,," Watson quickly followed, hesitating to speak, because he didn't know how to start it, it was a matter between two people, even though he wanted to help Mo La.

"I know what you want to say." Sherlock stopped at the door, turned his back to Watson, the bustling street slowly flowed under his dark eyes, silent like a sculpture, and spoke slowly after a long time, " She's a smart girl, she won't do stupid things, don't worry about her." He paused, then repeated to himself, "Yes, don't worry about her."