Silent guardian

The fire on the gas stove was burning hot, and Mora put the pre-marinated fish into the boiling water, and a burst of steaming heat rose, blowing her face.

Mrs. Hudson covered the pot and said regretfully, "Sherlock is like that. You must never let him cook fish, because he always forgets to scrape off the scales. I guess it is a problem left over from the dissecting room." , After all, the corpse does not need to be skinned, but poor Sade, he has never been here since that time."

"That's such a pity." Mo La couldn't help laughing, "If he eats my fish, he will definitely come here every day."

"Of course." Mrs. Hudson smiled, "Sherlock's cooking skills are beyond praise. In order to protect my stomach, I never dare to let him in the kitchen again."

At this time, someone came in from outside the door, two footsteps, one before and one behind.

"Mrs. Hudson, I heard you speak ill of me." Sherlock's voice came from outside the kitchen.

"Oh, the bad boy is back." Mrs. Hudson went out, and Maura lifted the lid of the pot, turned the fish over with chopsticks, and vaguely heard Mrs. Hudson say, that's not a bad word, and John may It was because I was hungry, and I kept shouting about what I did, and sighed that it was so delicious.

"You made fish?"

Mora raised her head, and saw Sherlock was leaning against the kitchen door frame through a layer of water mist. He had already taken off his coat and scarf. The slim suit made him look slender, and the white shirt blended with his skin. One body, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, Maura was a little dazed. She suddenly felt that such a person should be placed on a shrine in the church and accepted by the world.

"Boil the fish in water, and make some soup by the way." She remembered Sherlock's eccentricity of not eating, and said with some reluctance, "If you don't want to eat, just drink some soup, treat it as drinking water."

"No." Sherlock smiled, "Just like you."

Mo La's eyes swept over him, and she probably understood something.

"Are you happy? Case solved?"

"For the time being, I think the bomber may also need to eat and sleep, so I can't make trouble for the time being." Sherlock said half-jokingly, but when he noticed the wound on Mora's hand, his smile faded away.

"what happened?"

"Oh, when I was handling fish just now, I was stabbed by a fishbone."

Sherlock didn't say a word, just pulled Mora past him and walked upstairs.

Mora was startled, "Hey, my fish."

"Don't worry about it." Sherlock looked back at her and said seriously, "Although it's a small wound, you shouldn't be careless. Don't forget that you may still have acute anesthetics lurking on your body. If you infect other bacteria Not good."

If he doesn't say it, she will almost forget about it. She always forgets about James very quickly.

Mora followed Sherlock and walked up the long stairs. She remembered that when she saw this staircase for the first time, she felt hesitant in her heart, as if she was afraid of disturbing something, but now,,,,,,

Sherlock held her hand with different strength than James, but he couldn't break free easily.

Her moonlight, the moonlight of her dream, is now in her hands.

After dinner, Sherlock sat on the sofa all the time, and glanced at the pink mobile phone on the coffee table from time to time.

Mora put down the finished composition, intending to show it to Sherlock, but seeing his ecstasy, he didn't bother after all.

"Is this your package, Molly?"

Watson came up carrying two large cardboard boxes, and asked with some difficulty, "What's in it, so heavy?"

"Oh, nothing, just some small things." Mo La stood up and walked downstairs, "If you don't mind, can you help me hang it on the wall?"

"Oh, of course." Watson smiled, "But what's in it?"

Mo La raised her eyebrows, "Guess."

Watson opened the larger box, and saw a dart board inside. Of course, a dart board cannot make Watson, who has been trained in the regular army, feel strenuous, but it would be different if ten pieces of bulletproof glass were added under the dart board.

"Dart board?" Watson looked at the contents of the box with some doubts, and then began to open another box, but was held down by a hand.

"If you don't want to embarrass yourself, don't move."

Sherlock's words were so obvious that Watson would be a real idiot if he didn't understand.

Watson glanced at the box with a strange look, then withdrew his hand and coughed dryly, "Then, please move to her room, and I will hang the dart board."

Sherlock picked up the box, looked at the dart board, and showed a satisfied look, "Hemp quality, quadruple dart board, exclusively produced by HARROWS, a special product for regular games, a good choice, very suitable for my taste." Then Changing into a pleading tone, he said to Watson, "Don't forget to put a bulletproof vest behind the dart board. When it's okay, I might shoot it twice."

Watson looked at Sherlock's leaving figure, then turned his head to look at Mora who was grading the courier downstairs, and couldn't help wondering whether Mora's living here was a blessing or a curse.

At the door, Mo La took the scoring form from the delivery man and filled it out carefully.

"It's in your box," said the young delivery man.

Mora didn't look up, the tip of the pen outlined the options in the scoring column.

"Very good, the reward will be credited to your account in a quarter of an hour, together with the last time, how much do you want?"

"50."

"50?" Mo La was stunned for a moment, glanced at him, then lowered her head again, and said with some dissatisfaction, "Didn't I requisition your megaphone and let you run errands by the way, and charged me 50?" , you have now risen from the Sanwu personnel to a courier, can't you take pity on me, a woman who just lost her house and job and is dependent on others?"

The delivery man looked innocent, "I've already given you a 50% discount, [-] in exchange for the lives of the three of you is already a loss-making business. If I didn't run fast last time, I probably went to see Max now."

It seems that there is some truth in saying this. Although it is done with money, the risk factor of that errand is not something ordinary people can bear.

"Well, money is not a problem." Mo La compromised, "However, you have to help me find someone else."

"who?"

"Male, in his 40s, with a height of more than two meters, and his hands and feet are twice the size of ordinary people. I think these conditions are enough."

"Okay, I'll let you know when the time comes." The courier paused, and then said, "Cruise died in a car accident last night in Dusseldorf."

Maura was unmoved, as if the other party was saying that salt is salty, she handed the completed scoring form to the other party, and laughed.

"You think it's the Queen? You can't think of anyone else? This isn't like the Billy Wiggins I know."

The delivery man named Billy put away the score sheet, showed a professional smile, his eyes froze, and he moved his lips, but there was no sound.

Thewoman,,,,,,

Moramo read his lips and said with a smile, "That's right, I've made progress, I'll come back to you next time."

As soon as the door was closed, there were two gunshots from upstairs, "Bang! Bang!" Mora quickened his pace, and Watson was the first to meet him, looking at the detective who was shooting wildly at the dart board with a headache, "You Take a quick look at him, I don’t know what he’s doing again.”

Sherlock turned around and handed the gun to Mora, completely ignoring Watson's resentment.

"Do you want to try it? It seems to be pretty good."

Mora took the gun and returned it to Watson. The other party gave her a grateful look, and then rushed upstairs by courier, probably looking for a safe place to hide. However, before he had time to open the door, the upstairs Another shot rang out.

"Oh, my God." Watson frowned, but quickly figured out that it wasn't his gun anyway, and he didn't need to explain it even if the police found it.