Silent guardian

She had never been so terrified like that moment, even when she saw her closest relatives being shot in front of her.

Mo La propped her hands on the mirror in the bathroom, looking at the embarrassed face, the trembling at the corners of her mouth hadn't calmed down, she didn't want to see this look, it was really disgusting, she suddenly buried her head in the water-filled In the washbasin, the cold water stains irritated her eyes, but she still tried her best to hold on. She didn't dare to close her eyes, she didn't want to see those pains, she didn't want to see those life and death again, and she didn't want the pain of the past to affect her. Her now.

Mo La went out of the bathroom, went to the coffee shop and ordered the bitterest espresso, and drank three cups in one go.

The doorbell rang, and Maura didn't look up, just immersed in the bitter taste of coffee, until a shadow blocked her.

"Coffee is for tasting, not for drinking."

"James?"

Mora looked up at the other party, then continued to drink the coffee in her hand.

James felt that something was wrong. Although Mora usually behaved indifferently, she was not so indifferent now.

"What happened, Maura?" James sat down opposite Maura, staring at her tenderly, "Can you tell me?"

"I'm fine." There was a forced smile on the corner of his mouth, "Thank you for your concern, James."

"But,,,,,," James looked at the empty coffee cups, his eyes were even more puzzled, but he didn't speak anymore when he noticed that Moura was obviously avoiding the question. He just took the coffee in Moura's hand and added it carefully. I took some honey milk, stirred it and put it back into Mora's hand, and said with a smile, "This way, it won't be bitter."

Mo La was in a daze. She looked at the coffee in her hand and suddenly couldn't drink it anymore.

"What's the matter?" James asked suspiciously, "Is it too sweet? How about another cup?"

"No, very good." Mo La's eyes darkened, "I just thought of someone, and he did the same thing for me, just,,,,,,"

James asked with some frustration, "Just what?"

"He's dead, he's been dead for a long time." Mo La looked blank, as if she had just woken up from a dream, "I almost don't remember him, I don't remember his face, I don't remember his name, I don't remember His voice, I don’t remember anything,,,,,,”

"Stop talking, Maura." James grabbed her hand distressedly, "Stop thinking about it, you make people feel very disturbed."

This is the second time, this is the second time he held her hand, Mo La couldn't help looking at that hand, it was still as perfect as when she first saw it, even though she dealt with human corpses every day, she never saw it Had better hands than this.

"Oh, I'm sorry." James let go of Moura's hand and said apologetically, "It's my fault for bringing up your sadness. Do you have anything else to do later?"

Is this an invitation?

Mora shook her head, and glanced out of the window. The homeless man who had just accepted Mora was standing on the opposite side of the road outside the door.

"Please wait for me."

"Mola?"

Mora stood up, ignored James' exclamation, and ran out.

The vagrant blocked Mora's way, "Miss, do you have any change?"

Maura glanced at him, then put her hands in her pockets.

"Place?"

"Abandoned railroad tracks at Geshe Station."

Moramo memorized the address, then took out a crumpled euro and handed it to the homeless.The homeless stared at Mora dissatisfied, took the money and ran away.

"It's really stingy, it's so wrinkled, is it because I'm afraid..." The homeless sorted out the crumpled ten euros, and suddenly found two hundred euros wrapped inside, "It's unbelievable!" He was surprised He opened his mouth wide and didn't close it for a long time.

When Mora returned to the coffee shop, James was talking with a person dressed as a secretary at the door, and immediately turned the person away as soon as he saw her.

Mora looked at the leaving person with some doubts, and James explained, "It's my secretary, asking me about some things in the company."

Mo La nodded, "Would you mind going somewhere with me?"

James laughed, "Okay, I'm fine."

"Really?" Mora asked uncertainly.

"real."

When we drove to Geshe Station, the sky was getting dark, and the winter in London always gets dark very quickly. The dry and cold air stimulated Maura's face, and the cold wind gradually rose and rushed straight to her neck. She couldn't help but shrink her neck even lower.

"Is it cold?" James, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help but asked, rubbing his hands together, and then took Mo La's hand.

"It's okay." Mo La didn't refuse, but just smiled disapprovingly, "Don't you ask me why I came here?"

"Then why?"

Mo La smiled, "Look for something, a very important thing."

"What's important here?" James glanced at the desolate road, weeds and graffiti everywhere, except for the abandoned railway tracks and the occasional fancy-dressed young people passing by the overpass, there was nothing else. No living organisms could be seen.

"found it."

Mo La ran forward quickly, even forgetting that there was a person behind her. Her eyes were only fixed on the dazzling yellow graffiti on the abandoned carriage not far away.

"Is this what you're looking for?" James stared at the graffiti, his doubts deepened, "What are you looking for?"

Mora didn't answer, but just kept operating her mobile phone, logged into the Chinese website as quickly as possible, and searched for Chinese capital letters. Although she was once a Chinese, she had never studied those capital letters.

900 million,,,,,,role,,,,,, dragon,,,,,,black tramway,,,,,,hosta,,,,,

Hosta!

Jasper crested hairpin?Lucky cat shop?James?

Oh, so that's the case, Mo La showed a knowing expression.

She looked at the words floating in her mind, and suddenly found that there was some deviation in the plot, and this deviation made her feel scared again. She thought about Sherlock's attack, if she didn't arrive in time, would he have been, ,,,,, She suddenly didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Now, she must warn Sherlock quickly, not to let him fall into the trap of the enemy again.

Sherlock and Watson have been studying the graffiti code since they returned to Baker Street from the museum. At this time, Sherlock's mobile phone was beating crazily on the table, but he was engrossed in the case and ignored it. pay attention.Watson on the side glanced at him helplessly, then picked up the phone, widened his eyes in surprise, glanced at Sherlock who was still thinking hard, and said loudly on purpose, "It's Jasmine Amber, you are not free now, I will help you." You hang up."

Before Watson finished speaking, Sherlock snatched the phone, just like he snatched the food bag.

"Jasmine?" Sherlock straightened up and rubbed his hair.

"Sherlock, this is a trap, you can't continue, you will have..." The eager voice suddenly stopped, as if someone had strangled his throat.

"Jasmine? Jasmine?" Sherlock yelled worriedly twice, but there was still no response.

At this time, a cold female voice came from the other end of the microphone, "If you don't want her to have something to do, come here immediately, otherwise, I will hang her body on Waterloo Bridge."