Silent guardian

Sherlock was silent, his expression was gloomy, and countless glints flashed in his dark eyes.After a while, he moved his footsteps, "Edward Fan Kong brought something back from China, and then deposited it in the Lucky Cat store at No. 28 Chinatown, but the item disappeared. The criminal group Black Lotus Hall thought that someone had wrong hands and feet. Clean, so they used graffiti to intimidate Edward Fan Kong and Brian Lukis who carried the goods with him at the same time, but they didn't get any definite answers. Both of them were silenced. Then you found Yao Sulin, probably I wanted her to help you track down the whereabouts of this thing, but, obviously, she refused you, so the same graffiti was left on the sculpture in the museum. Those graffiti in pairs are Suzhou yards, an ancient way of counting, The Black Lotus Church uses it to get in touch with its underground confederates."

"You're changing the subject, Sherlock."

Seeing Sherlock's dodging eyes, James smiled even more proudly, "Well, since you don't want to say it, then I will satisfy you, anyway, this may be your last speech, yes, that's right, so what? Who Take it? Where is it now?"

"Of course I have to ask you, James, Jin. You should know who went to the Lucky Cat store on October 26 and took away an agarwood box containing a jasper crested hairpin."

The woman in black said softly, "Sir, he has said enough, it's time to shut him up."

James nodded and looked at his watch, "The official meeting is over, and the entertainment section will follow." Walking to Maura, he gently tore off the tape on her face, just like when he was stirring coffee for her gentle.Maura looked into his eyes, gazing with all her attention, and she was going to remember them well, those eyes that could at the same time be dewy tenderness and wildfire madness.

The woman in black stood in the distance, raised a sniper rifle, and pointed at Watson, who was gradually waking up, "A good roommate who lives and dies together? Or..." Then turned the gun to Mora , "An ideal person who makes your heart beat?"

How naive!Mora scoffed at this kind of game of choosing one or the other.She looked at Sherlock, and unexpectedly saw the struggle flashing in his eyes. She suddenly wanted to see who he would choose, but,,,,,, she was not sure of winning.

"Oh," Sherlock sighed softly, straightening his body, "It seems that I have no choice? Is it necessary?"

"That must be the case." James King straightened Moura's temple hair, and suddenly gathered Moura's hair, and she almost yelled out in pain.

The strength in James' hand deepened, and he whispered in Mora's ear, "If you speak out, he will feel more distressed."

Mo La bit her lip, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in her eyes. What is this little pain? She has even tried the electric chair and the poisonous needle. How could this little pain make her succumb.

She said in a disdainful tone, "That's all you have."

Sherlock reminded nervously, "Don't provoke him, Jasmine!"

Mora glanced at Sherlock, a faint smile appeared on her lips, but the smile quickly froze.

"what."

Mora let out a low cry, and could feel the coldness of the blade brushing against her bones, cutting her flesh.

"Jasmine!" Watson yelled, wanting to get up excitedly, but he was tied too tightly and couldn't move at all.

Sherlock even took out his pistol and pointed it at James King, his whole body tensed up, like a vampire controlling his desire.

This was a dangerous move, but James King acquiesced. He pressed down hard on the knife stuck in Mora's arm a few times, and he pulled out the knife in satisfaction until the other party was sweating in pain, and then Walking to Watson's side, the knife was still stained with Mora's blood, dripping little by little on Watson's collar.

"Is it very distressing?" James smiled, "I just want to put your heart on fire, just like you once took everything from me, and let you go through the same pain as me."

Watson closed his eyes, not to look at James' crazy eyes, not to look at the bloody knife technique, silently bearing the fear, trying to restrain his trembling.

"Sherlock, go away."

"Shut up!" James raised his hand, and was about to stab Watson in the cheek. Suddenly, he stopped, not only him, but also Sherlock.

"It's the siren! The police are coming!" The woman in black retreated to James and whispered, "It must be resolved quickly."

Mora stared at Watson, and then looked at Sherlock, only to hear the siren outside the door getting closer, and it was mixed with dense friction.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sherlock Holmes." James pointed the gun at Sherlock, "The game is over."

Mora looked towards the entrance of the cave and suddenly yelled, "Lestrade, save us!"

In an instant, the situation was reversed!

James was stunned, and Watson swung the chair violently while taking advantage of the gap, knocking James to the ground.Sherlock quickly fired a shot at the woman in black, right in the chest, and the woman in black screamed and fell on her back.Mora broke away from the rope that had been loosened by her, threw Sherlock down with a lunge, dodged the bullets from his back, grabbed Sherlock's pistol and started shooting, only heard "Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Four burbles sounded, and the bullets pierced through the eyebrows of the four black-clothed men before they had time to exclaim.

Throwing down, holding a gun, and shooting, this series of movements were completed almost at the same time. Mora's movements were not only smooth, but also fierce. Although they were a few extremely simple gestures, but under her interpretation, they brought a lot of excitement. With a kind of hopeless beauty.

The scene was dead silent, no one could believe what they were seeing, no one could believe that the fragile-looking Mora could shoot and kill four professional killers in an instant, but seeing the corpses that were still warm, they had to Believe it's true.

"Mo,,,,, Li?"

Sherlock was completely stunned, not only him, but even Watson, who had been in the hail of bullets for decades, was shocked and speechless.

James was the first to react, pointing his gun at Watson, "Oh, it's so beautiful, so beautiful, I wish I had hired you, why bother looking for these idiots."

Mora clasped the pistol tightly and stared at James closely. She didn't know what else to do besides staring at James. She didn't even dare to look at Sherlock who was standing shoulder to shoulder with her. With deep fear, this fear comes from distrust of Sherlock, and distrust of herself.

"Do you want to know where you went wrong?"

James asked, "What's wrong?"

"You shouldn't have held my hand." Mora showed a sarcastic smile, "You shouldn't have let me feel your pulse, congenital heart failure, James' family doesn't have this disease."

James was taken aback for a moment, and the smile he couldn't take back made him look uglier than crying, "How do you know?"

"Martial arts practitioners are most taboo to expose their pulse to the other party's sight, and you have done this more than once." Mo La changed into a very flat tone, "At first, I didn't doubt you, But in Chinatown, you really shouldn't owe me my hand, that's your first mistake."

"So, I have a second place?"

"Of course." Mora laughed, "The second place is outside the coffee shop. You shouldn't tell your subordinates 'send things to the order'. Unfortunately, I am more proficient in Chinese than you .”

The smile on James' face finally couldn't hold back, and he said with a sense of enlightenment, "So you took me to see those graffiti on purpose, because you are just forcing me to end all this early, because you know I will not give up using you to deal with Xia. Locke's chance." Then he smiled wryly, "Are you not afraid that I will really kill you?"

"No." Mo La said with certainty, "Because you love me."

If you can't even see a man's sincerity towards you, that is a woman's biggest failure, and the prerequisite for seeing through such a sincerity is that you must be completely rational and look at all this with a bystander's mentality. The slightest emotion will definitely affect your judgment.

Sherlock looked at Mora's side face, which was so soft, but now it was sharper than a planer knife. The way she looked at James was like looking at a dying moth. The indifference made people feel frightened .

"Because I love you?" James repeated this sentence, as if he had been hit by an invisible force in his heart, making him feel the pain he had never felt before.He slowly let go of Watson and walked towards Maura, "You want me to die?" James laughed loudly, "Then I'll take a bet."

He threw away the gun in his hand, "If you really want to die, then what does it matter if you die in your hands?"

Sherlock bypassed James and stepped forward to untie Watson. Watson stood up slowly and collected himself. All this happened so fast just now, he still feels like a dream. When he saw the man with the gun When Mo La stood there, she said in a daze, "I finally understand what you are worried about."

Sherlock glanced at him, then turned his attention back to Maura.

In the empty cave, there was only the sound of the bonfire burning, and the bright fire illuminated the silent corpse.

Mora's left hand was still bleeding, but the gun in her right hand was still stuck in place. James stood in front of her with a pale face.

"Jasmine." Although Sherlock couldn't understand James' feelings, he could think of the feeling of being pointed at by Mora, and he didn't want another corpse here.

"That Jasmine,,,,,," Watson said hesitantly, "Should I tie him up first?"

Suddenly, Mora's eyes froze, and she slammed the trigger. James closed his eyes in silence, accepting everything without hesitation.