Silent guardian

"Jasmine!" Watson yelled in horror. He didn't expect that Mora would really shoot. Even if the two armies were fighting, they would not kill the prisoners. What's more, James was no longer a threat to them.

Sherlock's heart sank, but he quickly understood Mora's intentions.

The gun was aimed not at James, but at the darkness behind James.

"Bang!" After a sound.

James did not fall, but there was a muffled sound in the darkness.

There is someone in the dark, who is that person and who is his gun aimed at?

James opened his eyes, looked back behind him, and laughed happily.

"I won."

The siren sounded hotter and closer to the entrance of the cave, but they never came in. Watson glanced outside the cave, but he didn't see a single figure, except for the darkness and the sound of the wind.

"Somewhat something is wrong."

"Of course something is wrong." Sherlock said in a deep voice, "There are no policemen at all, those are just voices."

Watson's eyes widened, and he was stunned for a while, "Well, that's really good, we should thank Jasmine, otherwise we would be the ones lying on the ground now."

Sherlock looked at the corpse on the ground, and once again threw himself into the case, he still had some small questions.Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes returned to Mo La, with big question marks flashing in his eyes. He tried to start with her clothes, but those seemingly obvious traces became an excellent camouflage to confuse him. So that he can't tell which one is the real her.

"Yes, you won." Mora withdrew her hand calmly, "Then do you know why you won?"

"Because of the coffee."

"Yes, coffee." When Mora thought of James at that moment, she felt soft inside, just like Sherlock touched her shoulder, making people unable to help but want to indulge.

"Watson, you may tie him up now."

Watson was taken aback, and immediately accepted the order happily. He took out the rope that had just tied him, and tied James firmly with his soldier's wrist.In the end, I didn't forget to stuff his mouth with his scarf to prevent him from talking nonsense.

The atmosphere is very eerie!

Sherlock stared at Mora for a moment, but Mora didn't look at him, but used long eyelashes to cover up the secret in his eyes, his right hand hanging on one side trembled slightly, his eyes froze, and immediately walked over.

Sherlock held her arm, and Mora couldn't help but gasped. She could feel the temperature of Sherlock's palm penetrated into her body through her coat. She let go of her hand, and the pistol fell to the ground. Everyone fell to one side.

"Jasmine!" Sherlock caught her, and saw that her face was pale and scary, and she stared blankly at Sherlock, but her eyes had lost their focus.

"Sherlock,,,,,," I have no strength.

"It's okay, it's okay now." Sherlock stroked her hair and comforted her softly.

Her vision was completely blurred, and all she could see was a black shadow, which she knew was Sherlock's hair, like a cloud under a child's brush, and under the cloud was her familiar outline, sharp as a planing knife.

"Jasmine? Jasmine?" Sherlock shook Mora, who had no response at all, and he yelled in a panic, "John, come here!"

James King is a poisonous snake.

When Sherlock picked up Mora and left, his mocking eyes seemed to say, "Everything she suffers now is thanks to you."

Sherlock always remembered those eyes, even after he pushed Mora into the operating room, he still couldn't forget those eyes in his mind, like a shadow, always shrouded in his heart.

The red light at the door of the operating room was always on. Sherlock sat on the bench at the door, clasped his hands together, resting between his frowning brows. Watson walked over and sat down beside him.

"Two news, one good and one bad."

"Talk about Jasmine."

Watson glanced at him and pondered for a while, "The police car escorting James King was hit by a bomb, and the car was destroyed."

Sherlock's eyes flashed, "What did he leave behind?"

"this."

A transparent glass bottle filled with white capsules, at first glance, is exactly the same as that used by taxi drivers.

Sherlock took the medicine bottle from Watson's hand, took out the white capsule, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, then got up abruptly and walked towards the stairs.

"Sherlock, where are you going?" Watson chased after him and shouted anxiously, "Jasmine's life and death are still uncertain, you can't just leave like this, you will lose her!"

"Then what do you want from me?" Sherlock yelled maniacally, and kicked the trash can out of the stairs, ruthlessly ravaging his hair.

Watson thumped in his heart. Why didn't he notice that Jasmine's influence on Sherlock was far beyond his imagination. What could make a famous detective who always prided himself on self-control as helpless as a person trapped in a maze? help?

"sorry, I,,,,,,"

"John." Sherlock walked straight downstairs, "She's right, I will fall into someone else's trap sooner or later because of my own ego." He raised the medicine bottle in his hand and said in a deep voice Said, "This is not a medicine, this is a code, I must quickly decipher it to save Jasmine."

"What do you want me to do?"

Sherlock stopped in his tracks and looked directly into Watson's eyes across the corner stairs, "Help me guard her."

Maura was dreaming, she dreamed of James, standing in front of a police car, holding a timer in his hand, the timer's remote control is 221B Baker Street, he smiled at Maura and said, "I want you When the wound hurts, I can always think of it as my masterpiece."

Then he disappeared, and Maura's last sliver of calm was occupied by panic. She started to run towards Baker Street, but no matter how hard she tried, she just circled in place.

"Sherlock!"

Sherlock was sleeping on a chair, with a book on his face, his slender hands resting on the armrests on both sides, and with a loud "bang!", everything turned into a mess. Wisps of smoke disappeared before Mora's eyes.

"Sherlock!"

Mo La's eyes opened suddenly, there was a piece of pure white everywhere, her eyes were dazzled by the strong light, and the air was full of the smell of disinfectant.

"Jasmine!"

The door was opened, and someone came in. It was Mrs. Hudson and Watson.

"Oh, Jasmine, how are you feeling now?" Mrs. Hudson asked with great concern, stroking Mora's soft long hair, comforting silently like a loving mother, "The doctor said you I will probably wake up at this time, so I hurried here early in the morning, and I feel good."

Mo La felt warm and said softly, "I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

Not seeing Sherlock, she felt a great loss in her heart.

"Drink some water." Watson brought a glass of warm water to Maura. She just wanted to get up, but she felt a sharp pain in her arm. James' words flashed in her mind, and she couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Oh, my dear, you can't use your arms." Mrs. Hudson turned to Watson again and said, "give me the water glass, and go and shake the bed." She took the water glass in Watson's hand and slowly sent it to Watson On the edge of Mo La's mouth, she took a few sips and took another sip.

"James King escaped, and he left behind a puzzle. Sherlock was so troubled by it, it took two days and two nights to solve it, and then he kept guarding you until he heard that you were out of danger. Went to the police station with Lestrade, there are still some things he needs to solve."

"Yeah." Mora nodded, she didn't mean to blame, and that kind of loss was just mental damage caused by physical trauma, wait a minute, "James escaped?"

"Yes."

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Today is the fourth day."

Mora looked at her arm, and she knew that the problem was James' dagger. There must be some kind of drug on it, which caused her general anesthesia.

"I have some news for you. Although I don't think it's the right time to talk about it, but,,,,,," Watson looked at Mora, hesitant to speak.

"You said, I've prepared for the worst."

Watson hesitated for a moment, then said again, "Your hands may no longer be able to hold a scalpel."

Mo La was taken aback, "What did you say?"

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Mora is changing careers.

Chapter [-] Deadly Game