Silent guardian

In the middle of the night, Mora woke up with a sigh.

It was James' sigh that had never left her ear since she was discharged from the hospital.

James disappeared, on Waterloo Bridge, with an explosion, disappeared without a trace.

This was Lestrade's rhetoric, but Mora knew that it was just an appearance, and when he came back again, there would definitely be another disturbance.

She got up without turning on the light, and walked through the living room in the dark, the light in the distance was faintly visible through the screen window, and Xiao Luo in the fish tank was wagging her tail gently.

Opening the refrigerator, the egg tart Sherlock bought was still there. She took out one and tasted it, and felt that there was something different, maybe it was because Sherlock bought it.

Turning on the computer, there were a lot of emails, various requests, and even threats and threats, but she ignored them all and just clicked on one of them.

[I have submitted your design drawing, and I am very satisfied with it, and awarded me the Best Innovation Award of the Quarter. I have booked a plane ticket and will spend a long vacation in Dusseldorf. 】

Mo La tapped on the keyboard and quickly replied, [Very well, I wish you a pleasant journey. 】

"Jingle Bell!"

A ringtone suddenly pierced the quiet night, and Mora turned her head, her eyes wandering in the empty room.

"Jingle Bell!"

The sound of the bell was not loud, but it was very urgent, as if urging something.

ring?Mo La frowned. She thought she couldn't help wondering if she had auditory hallucinations. She never set the alarm. In the middle of the night, how could there be a ring in such a clean and fresh room?

She got up calmly, fastened her pajamas, and when she walked out of the bedroom, she found that the sound came from the bathroom.

The sound of the alarm bell was not interrupted, and the silence of the night set off the din with infinite power. Mora pulled out the pistol behind the mural and walked straight to the bathroom. Her steps were light and fast, like a bird flying across the eaves black cat on.

"boom!"

The door was kicked open by her, and there was no one in the bathroom. A scarf was hung on the shower, deep red, like fresh blood that had just splashed out from a human body.

With a beep, the alarm stopped.

A flash of lightning flashed through Maura's mind, and at the same time she saw something hidden behind the scarf, something that was timing.

James!

Mora backed away quickly, driven by a great fear, an unprecedented sense of crisis occupied her nerves, her eyes quickly flicked around, wanting to find the quickest solution, almost subconsciously, she He rushed towards the window and jumped out without hesitation.

If your life enters the countdown of seconds, what will you choose? There is no doubt about the answer. In that short time, the thinking of the brain will no longer work at all, and your body will be dominated by the survival instinct of the human body.

It was only when Mora jumped that she remembered that the curtain couldn't withstand the shock wave at all, even though she had mixed power ropes in it that could withstand the weight of a truck.

"Bang!" A huge explosion sounded behind her, the shock wave radiated to the surroundings, and the air wave mixed with gravel and sawdust quickly rushed to all the exits in the room, and the windows were smashed. With a sound of "snap!", the whole person fell from the ground like a stone.

Mora has been in a half-conscious state since the fall. She felt the cold air freeze on her skin, then heard the siren, and knew she was being carried into the ambulance. Later, the doctor moved her body. Right leg, she almost screamed, the pain was getting worse, the nurse injected lidocaine into her, her consciousness began to blur, the bloody scarf flickered in front of her eyes from time to time, and she felt the wound on her left arm opened again, An indescribable pain gnawed at her nerves, and the scene about the bombing of Baker Street reappeared in her dream. Maura, who had fallen into the nightmare, was very fragile, sweating on her forehead, and kept talking nonsense. , his hands shaking uncomfortably.

The nurse withdrew from the ward, looked at the strange men standing outside the door, and asked with some doubts, "Which of you are family members?"

Sherlock stopped the discussion with Lestrade and walked over first, "I'm her friend."

"No family?"

Sherlock glanced at Watson and Lestrade behind him, and shook his head.

The nurse said worriedly, "She's in a very bad condition and she's been talking nonsense. You'd better go see her and calm her down. If this situation lasts for a long time, it's not good for her condition."

Sherlock's face changed slightly, and the whole person fell silent.

Watson seemed to have returned to the day in Chinatown. Sherlock standing at the door was also so silent. He couldn't help but said, "If this time, you are still like last time, I will..."

He didn't say any more, and Sherlock had already pushed open the door of the ward.

Lestrade asked curiously, "How about you?"

Watson replied, "I just threw the experimenter's head which he kept in the freezer into the Thames."

She held a person's hand in her hand, gentle, like a beam of moonlight, she opened her eyes from the chaos, the sky was pale, and a person was sitting by the window, with a blurred halo hitting the top of his head The clock at Westminster was ringing, but she only heard her own heartbeat.

"Are you awake? Do you feel unwell? Do you want to call the doctor?"

He moved his hand away from hers, put the back of his hand on her forehead, and smoothed the hair on her side face.

Maura looked at him, not knowing what to do for a moment, she thought she was dreaming.

She moved her body and found a slight pain in her left arm, followed by a sprain in her right ankle.

"I saw his scarf, hanging in the bathroom, I don't know when he came in, I didn't feel it at all."

"I know." Sherlock pursed his lips and said, "I saw your house number in the chemical equation he left behind, and I informed Lestrade as soon as I solved it, but it was still too late , but jumping off a building is really too risky, luckily you are fine, I'm sorry, Maura." He paused, as if pondering his lines, "For everything you have suffered, if I can untie it sooner, ,,,,," He couldn't say anything when he thought of James' eyes.

Is this guilt?

Will Sherlock Holmes feel guilty?

"I'm fine." Moura was a little dazed and flattered, "I didn't expect you to say that, but it's really none of your business, James is too good at disguising, when I saw him for the first time. With this feeling, even if I were to make another choice with my own gun, I would still point the gun at him for you."

Sherlock raised his head, sat up straight, and ruffled his curly hair vigorously, as if trying to avoid any strange feelings.

"Is it weird that I talk like this,,,,,,?"

"It might not be surprising if you were someone else, but you are Sherlock, you don't store these lines in your brain at all." Mora laughed, "When I first saw you, I Know who you are, really, just look in your eyes."

Those eyes were too clear, too sharp, not dominated by a trace of emotion at all.

However, he has changed now, that peaceful expression carries a kind of gentleness, although it is very shallow, it is real.

Mora didn't know whether this change was good or bad, she only knew that she would be more and more inseparable from him.

That unexpected feeling, like a gift from God, made her so flattered.