Silent guardian

This blow was heavy enough to make an adult unconscious for more than three hours, but Mora woke up the moment she fell to the ground.

Fortunately, she was sensitive, and when she heard the sound of her sleeves breaking, she moved her footsteps and changed the focus of the blade.

The fact that the other party didn't kill her with a single blow meant that she was still useful and would not kill her for the time being.

"Master, what should we do now?" A rough male voice spoke pure Cantonese, as if asking someone for instructions.

"Take it to the trading place. If Sherlock doesn't arrive within the stipulated time, I'll kill them on the spot." It was a woman's voice, cold and heartless. Mora opened her eyes secretly, and saw three The man in black, and the short-haired woman standing in the middle, wearing huge black sunglasses, and a pair of bright red lips as ferocious as blood.

"The game has begun, Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

They wanted to use her as bait to lure Sherlock into the bait.Because this is the trap set for Sherlock.

Mora was quickly taken to a damp place, and then tied to an empty chair. The wind blowing from a distance kept blowing on her body. As soon as she opened her eyes, she felt the snow mixed in the wind. The grains got into her eyes.She wanted to make a sound, only to remember that there was a tape on her mouth.

She resisted the pain in her eyes, and opened them little by little. A bonfire was burning brightly. The woman in black was sitting on a mahogany chair, and behind her stood two tall men in black. A little farther away a pile of cargo was piled up, just to shield the cold wind that blew from the hole to the campfire.

She looked around, and as expected, there was no sign of James.

"I didn't expect you to wake up so soon." The woman in black stood up in surprise, walked slowly in front of Mora, took off her glasses, revealing a pair of fox-like eyes, "How is it? You don't feel well, do you? My subordinates said that you once kicked open the door of Yao Sulin's apartment, it seems that you have done something wrong, but in the end it is still disappointing, and it is not difficult to take you down."

Mora looked at her straight, like looking at a stranger, without fear, panic, or anger.

The woman in black laughed again, "Oh, interesting! I hope you can still be so calm and calm when you meet Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

It's not that Mora is not worried at all, she just knows how to hide herself. After going through so many worlds, the only thing she has learned is to pretend, but now, she suddenly doesn't want to pretend, especially after she witnessed Sherlock being attacked.

Struggling flashed in her eyes, and a kind of mania appeared in her eyes, but was deeply suppressed after a gust of cold wind blew enough.

No, not now, not now.

"Jasmine?"

A voice suddenly sounded, and the distant light extended the shadow of a person from the opening to Mora's feet. She stared into the distance and held her breath.

Sherlock,,,,,,

She silently chanted the name in her heart, feeling more dazzling than the bonfire.

"I brought what you asked for."

Sherlock's figure gradually appeared in front of Mora's eyes, wearing only a thin suit with a snow-white shirt inside, no bow tie, let alone a scarf, and his hair was a bit messy.

The woman in black sized Sherlock up, and said in a teasing tone, "Look, our famous Mr. Detective, a handsome gentleman of the upper class, would be in such a 'distressed' time. It is conceivable that he is How much you care about this young lady in front of you."

Sherlock glanced at Mora who was tied to the chair, guilt flashed in his eyes.

Mora shook her head slightly, indicating that she was fine.

"The stuff is here with me."

The woman in black draws her gun and puts pressure on Sherlock at Mora.

Sherlock's eyes tightened, and then he took out a rectangular box wrapped in black cloth from his pocket, and said in a deep voice, "You let her go first, and I will give it to you when she comes out of the hole."

Although she knew this was the most sensible choice, Mora was still moved.

This is Sherlock Holmes' choice. If she stays here, he will be bound by his hands and feet. Only when she leaves, can he escape.

"Heh." The woman in black chuckled, "What if I say no?"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "Don't you want this thing? Isn't it just for this thing that you worked so hard to come from China?"

"Yes, I'm for it, but,,,,,,"

The woman in black withdrew the gun aimed at Mora's forehead, then aimed at Sherlock's forehead, and chuckled, "Don't think that your little tricks can fool me, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I guess you will What's in it? Fingers? Tongue? Dead bones"

Mora smiled wryly, of course there was nothing in it, not only no fingers, tongues, dead bones, nor the jasper crested hairpin they wanted.

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized, "So did you get it for you? Or did he give it back to you? And he also made a request, what request?"

"Very good, very good." The woman in black praised, "You, what he wants is you."

"It seems that my deduction is correct." Sherlock spread his hands, "Now, here I am, I am here." He looked around, "The lights, the stage, and the audience are all ready, now it's time It's your turn, James King."

James King!

Mora glanced around, and then cast his gaze to the far right corner, which is a place where the fire cannot reach, and it is easy to be overlooked, but from that position, the whole audience can be seen.

"It's coming to me so soon, I still want to watch the show for a while, after all, the drama here is much more interesting than the stupid world outside, don't you think, Mr. Sherlock Holmes?"

James King walked under the light, and the flames reflected his white as new suit into orange red. His face was full of joy, as if he specially wore a bright red scarf to celebrate his victory.

"It was Jasmine who told you. She sent you a warning with information. I was right there at the time. Obviously, you lost this round."

At this time, two men in black came in from the entrance of the cave, and Watson, who had fallen into a coma, was still supported by their hands.

"John!" Sherlock moved his feet, and the man in black aimed his pistol at him immediately.

James stretched out his index finger and waved twice, "no! no! You'd better not act rashly."

Sherlock poked his forehead with his fingers, and asked a little frustrated, "Since you want to deal with me, why bother?"

The man in black tied Watson to another chair, side by side with Mora.

James walked up to Maura, bent down, and looked at her with still gentle eyes, "Didn't expect that? James King, the shareholder of Bats Hospital, the gentleman who invited you, the James King who will treat you affectionately." Jin." He stared at Mora, as if he wanted to see the shattered light from those brown eyes, but in the end he was disappointed, because there was no change in those eyes, there was no wave, and the calmness was a little scary.

"Oh, that's interesting." He laughed softly, straightened up, and turned to look at Sherlock, "She's smart, isn't she? Jasmine Amber, even the first time I met her, she tricked me , you are the same, right? I have doubts, but there is no evidence. How can a woman who is obviously stupid and stutters when she is nervous become calm when her life is threatened? Jasmine, a person who can even run out of breath , a karate master? Jasmine, who never passed home economics, a cooking master? Which one is the real Jasmine?"

Sherlock turned his eyes to Mora, with deep doubts in his eyes. It was a look that often appeared in Sherlock's eyes, but it was never more profound than now.Under such gazes, Mora couldn't help but want to avoid it several times, but in the deepest part of her heart, she felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

Apart from the hidden truth in this world, what else can attract the attention of Sherlock Holmes?

Now, did she do it and successfully aroused his inquiry?

James continued, "You suspected that she was a fake, and you took her fingerprints and hair for verification, but the result was a [-]% match. Oh, this is really a terrible thing, the genius detective Sherlock also got it When there is no evidence."