Silent guardian

Mora is now a standard three-no person, with no house, no job, and no identity. Everything was completely destroyed in the explosion, and the follow-up of the incident is the police who come to investigate every day and those who are indifferent polite greeting.

At the beginning, Mora would barely cope, but in the end she directly refused to meet the guests.

When Sherlock came on the third day, he found a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door.

He pushed open the door with a chuckle. The person on the bed had long hair loose, and the loose hospital gown made her already thin body even thinner. She tapped the keyboard familiarly with her fingers, and the expression on her face was serious serious.

Mora raised her head, and Sherlock was standing at the door looking at her, holding a large bag with the logo of Menis clothing printed on it.

"Oh, you're here." Mo La closed the computer, "Why did you come so early today?"

"Come to pick you up and leave the hospital, or do you want to stay in this closed space?"

"Of course not." Mo La was a little distressed, "It's just that I haven't found a suitable house yet."

"Go to Baker Street first, and I will take care of other things."

Sherlock stepped forward, handed the bag to Maura, and took the computer in her hand, "This is what Mrs. Hudson asked me to bring to you, some clothes." Then he looked at the bag in his hand. Computer, "The computer of the head nurse in the duty room? It seems that you have a good life and can pluck tigers."

Mora was a little innocent, "I said I could help her find the communication records in her husband's phone, and she offered to lend me the computer."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, "Did you find it?"

Mo La nodded, and said very modestly, "So-so, a man who has entered middle age, the existence left behind by the rapid expansion of his career is nothingness, and the wife at home can only spend money, and has no feelings for him." Don't care, tell me, what would such a man do?"

Sherlock nodded, "I was still worried that you would lose your job, but now it seems that you are doing better after leaving the hospital, so hurry up and change your clothes." He looked at the time, "Mrs. Hudson is already preparing It's lunch, today is Monday, there may be traffic jams on the main road, we have to prepare in advance."

This feeling is a bit strange, she seems to have adapted to many things invisibly.

Mora was thinking about this question while she was wearing her clothes. When her feet fell to the ground, she still felt a little tingling, but it didn't affect her walking anymore. She looked down at the hospital gown on the bed, showing a disgusted expression.Outside the door, Sherlock was standing at the other end of the corridor. In front of him stood a man in a white coat, who was her attending doctor. The two of them glanced at her from time to time while talking.

"What did he tell you?"

"With your IQ, I don't need to tell you." Sherlock put a large stack of discharge paperwork into his pocket, and then stretched out his arm, "I'm about to enter the elevator in a while, you'd better grab my arm , so as not to fall."

Mora looked up at him, then carefully pulled him up.Sherlock's arm is strong and powerful, fully able to bear the strength of Mora, but Mora just touched it lightly, not daring to get closer, as if afraid of being burned.

The moment the elevator started, Mora was a little dizzy. She subconsciously pulled Sherlock's arm but missed it. Then she felt a tightness in her waist. When she turned her head, the sharp-edged face was in front of her. She could feel it. The other's breath was blowing her eyelashes.

"Be careful." Sherlock let go of the hand that was restraining Mora, and stretched it out in front of Mora again. Mora blushed and embraced it with both hands.

"Oh dear, you've been in a lot of trouble."

After entering the door, Mrs. Hudson supported Mo La, and frowned with heartache, "Let me see, I lost weight again, just got a knife wound and encountered a bomb, it's really not worrying, and the food in the hospital is really good." Oops, Sherlock, you have to buy something delicious to supplement her."

Mora was taken aback, why is this sentence so ambiguous?

Sherlock nodded and said, "Okay, I'll give you a list of ingredients later."

Such enthusiasm made Mo La a little uncomfortable, and she couldn't help asking, "Will it be too much trouble?"

"Why?" Sherlock said he didn't care, "Mrs. Hudson's hip bone is not good, the doctor suggested that she walk more, it's all about exercising."

"Don't worry, dear." Mrs. Hudson smiled, "It's been a long time since I've had any female guests here. The last time was when I got married, and it's been this guy's world since then. Now that you're here, I'll take care of you." Don't worry about my wall suffering anymore."

"wall?"

"Mrs. Hudson, I think your bacon is ready."

"Bad boy!" Mrs. Hudson glared at Sherlock who interrupted her loudly, patted Maura's hand and walked into the kitchen.

The room was still the same as when I first came here, messy, with books, newspapers and some experimental instruments everywhere.On the wall between the two floor-to-ceiling windows, there is a cartoon face painted with yellow paint. There are many marks of gunshots on it, which is pitted and horrible.

Mora had an epiphany, this should be the wall that Mrs. Hudson was talking about.

Sherlock said with some embarrassment, "Ha, it's too boring, let's practice marksmanship by hand."

"Next time, buy a target." Mo La suggested, "It's better to move the kind."

Sherlock was taken aback, and agreed, "Well, good suggestion."

Some people say that every time the protagonist is injured, there will be benefits.

Although Mora is not the protagonist, she is now practicing this sentence herself. She is sitting on the soft sofa, holding the hot tea that Sherlock poured for her, and the tea table beside it is full of various styles of tea. Snack, the wall fire gradually rose, passed over the figure of Sherlock shuttling in front of her, and landed at her feet bit by bit.

"Is there still no news?"

"No, it seems to have disappeared suddenly. But I don't think he will just let it go. This is just the beginning, Maura, and the best is yet to come."

Mora was silent. She thought of the bloody scarf, and she felt uneasy all the time. She still couldn't be sure whether James and Moriarty were the same person, but her intuition told her that James was more than Moriarty. harder to deal with.

"What else is mentioned in that set of numbers?"

"Many, but I'm not sure. Now I can only wait until he takes the initiative."

Sherlock walked up to Mora and sat down, staring at the stickers all over the wall, "I have been waiting for that day, waiting for the boiling of blood in my whole body, it is more exciting than facing thousands of troops, especially when you don't know Where is the enemy, and what method is he using?"

Mora turned her head to look at him, her eyes were burning with raging fire, which could burn everything in him at any time.

Mo La's heart moved, and she couldn't help recalling the figure in the alley, as sharp as a knife piercing through the air, she tightened her hands tightly, feeling a scorching force slowly flowing into her heart.

"I'll help you," she said, "anytime, in any way, if you think it's something worth pursuing."

Sherlock was stunned once, he found that he was more and more easily moved by Maura's words, and by the promise he had sniffed at.

He was silent for a moment, then said, "Now I have one thing for you to do."

"What's up"

"Until the injury is healed, you are not allowed to leave this room."

"what?"

The author has something to say:

A little bit of ambiguity, a little change, this is the love mode that belongs to Mora and Sherlock.

In the next chapter, Mycroft finally makes an appearance.