Silent guardian

"Perfect!"

Mora fired three shots in a row, each bullet hit the same hole, and this hole was made by Sherlock's bullet. This is not the first time Sherlock has seen Mora's marksmanship, but Still surprised.

"So-so." Even though she said this, Mora was still very happy to be praised by Sherlock, "However, this kind of movement won't disturb other people, right?"

As soon as the words fell, Mrs. Hudson roared downstairs, "Sherlock! You bad boy, you are ruining my wall again, and you will deduct your rent back."

Instead of dismissing it as usual, Sherlock replied loudly, "Okay."

Mora returned the gun to Sherlock, but he didn't take it.

"This is for you."

"Send,,,,,, to me?" Mora was very surprised. She didn't expect that the first official gift she received from Sherlock was a pistol.

"The English-made Brown Twist L9A1 style is full of explosive power, and the effect of long-range shooting is no less than that of close-up." Sherlock seemed very satisfied with this gift, and smiled consciously in his words, "Don't worry, the procedures have been completed , wanted to give it to you at Christmas, but now I think you need it right now."

Christmas

Mora has never had a holiday, because in her eyes, every day is the same, without any special meaning. She has received Christmas gifts before, but she has never looked at them carefully. Basically, they are opened and piled in the corner.

Mora looked at the gun in her hand in silence, a strong fighting spirit rose from her heart, and her blood boiled, but she didn't show the slightest excitement, just like she received roses from James.

A gun is a weapon, it can only be used to attack, but not to defend. Attacking means harm. If you don’t harm others, you will be harmed by others. She may accept such a gift from someone else’s hands, but she can’t accept it if she is Sherlock. Can't make her happy.

This feeling is like saying, it will help me protect you.

In James' eyes, she is a woman, so she is equated with Rose, but Sherlock gave her a gun. Does that mean that in his eyes, she is a warrior, as strong as Watson.

"Are you unhappy?" Sherlock noticed the look in Maura's eyes, which was the same loss as when she talked about her own background in the hospital that day.

"No." Mora said with a smile, "it was just too sudden. I never thought that someone would give me a gun one day."

"Don't get me wrong." Sherlock paused, thinking hard about his lines, "I just thought that if James showed up in front of you without saying hello next time, you might be able to shoot him in the head once. Shoot twice It doesn't matter, anyway, he has a lot of life, so he can't die no matter what."

"James?" Why was James suddenly mentioned?

"I know he's alive, and I know he's been here, I thought you'd tell me,,,,,"

Mora was stunned. Although she had expected this to happen, she still felt uncomfortable. James, like a spell, enveloped her. Although she could not completely break through her psychological defense, she had already threatened her. daily life.

Long before Sherlock came back, she had repeatedly checked the whole house, and even specially moved out the summer electric fan from the warehouse to speed up the air circulation, so as to wash away the smell of perfume on his body. She was so troublesome, but she just wanted to Keeping the tranquility of this space, but now, everything she worked so hard to maintain was broken so easily by Sherlock's words.

After all, her thinking was too simple, and it wasn't just her eyes that were staring here.

"He sent me a photo of a red rose. I think your hand was stuck on its thorns. Although you bought fish, the wounds caused by fish thorns and flower thorns are different. I have done research on this, I thought you would tell me yourself, but you are covering it up, why? Did he say something to you? Or is he threatening you again? "

He received the message?He already knew that she was in a dangerous situation, and now he mentioned it so calmly?

Mora looked at Sherlock in shock, and the other's face suddenly became a little strange.

"When did you receive the message?" Mora asked with a wry smile, and she continued without waiting for Sherlock's answer, "It was before ten o'clock, and with his personality, he will obviously inform you in advance that he will arrive at ten o'clock." , I didn’t leave until eleven o’clock, there was an hour in between, what are you doing?”

For an hour in the middle, he clearly knew that the other party was coming, and also knew that she was the only one in Baker Street, so isolated and helpless.

"I'm in the lab at Barts Hospital, working on Carl Bowers shoes, we found them at the door this morning, and then a stranger called me and said there was a bomb strapped to me, and if I wasn't there for nine hours If you untie it, the bomb will explode, but fortunately, I untie it in the end." Sherlock sat up straight, clasped his hands, looked at Moura and said, "Back to the topic just now, whether James or you You can tell me what you said, and we can solve it together."

"Are you still investigating the case? It's already that time..."

"When?" Sherlock asked calmly.

"The enemy has broken into your house, and the safety of your friends has been threatened, and you still have the mood to investigate?" Mo La took a breath, trying to calm down her emotions, she didn't want to repeat what she just said. The idea of ​​being alone, because she doesn't want to put herself in a passive position, that would make her seem too vulnerable.

"Of course,,,,,, I know that time is running out. If you can't solve the problem that the bomber gave you, someone will be killed, but won't you call me and ask me? Even if you don't have time, then John There should be."

Mora turned her gaze to Watson who appeared at the top of the stairs at some point, but the blank expression on the other side told her that Watson had no idea of ​​such a thing.

Mora's heart went cold in vain.

"He won't do anything to you." Sherlock lowered his tone, but that calm tone sounded colder than the ice and snow in London to Maura.

"Weapons can't enter Baker Street. Even if he diverts those eyeliners, even if he has weapons, he won't face you, and according to your skills, he can't do anything to you."

"Are you that sure?" Besides, she was still injured, even ordinary roommates, or strangers who just met once, would not be so indifferent.

Mora's tone became a little cold, and she didn't even notice that her hand holding the gun was trembling slightly.

For the first time, she felt that the sane Sherlock was so terrifying.She remembered the pain in her left shoulder that had started when James grabbed her wrist, wrapping around her like a poisonous snake.

And the most ridiculous thing is that the person who made her swallow her breath really doesn't care so much.

Sherlock ruffled his hair, a little annoyed, as if he had lost interest in the topic.

"Yes, I've always been very confident in my reasoning. He won't hurt you, Maura, because he wants you. He likes to win, and you are the prize. Before he wins completely, he won't How about your own spoils?"

Booty?

Look, what did she hear?To be called a trophy, could it be that she is an item in his heart?

Mora bit her lip and looked away, she couldn't bear to watch Sherlock's expression anymore, she was afraid that she would cry out.

She knew that Sherlock's words were sharp, and he was often able to say that the other party was speechless and ashamed, but she never thought that she would be the witness of this sentence.