Silent guardian

Watson leaned against the wall in a daze, in a dilemma. He felt a terrible silence spreading between the two of them, and he also understood the abruptness of his existence. He couldn't bear to look at Mora's expression, so he could only focus on Xia. With Locke, it felt a little off.

It's about to shatter, this budding romance.

He wanted to leave, but his body still couldn't move, as if he was tightly entangled in this strange silence.

The scene was silent for a long time, no one spoke, and the whistle sounded outside the window from time to time, lingering in Mo La's ears.

Sherlock seemed to be tired. He crossed his legs, changed direction, and lay down on the sofa. At this moment, he looked at Mora. He wanted to ask about James, but he was stunned by those eyes. .

Mora's eyes lost the serenity of a lake, turned into a deep pool, and turned into an abyss, covering the original beautiful colors. Sherlock's heart thumped, feeling that something had been broken by his own hands.

Sadness, disappointment, pain,,,,,,

Mora looked at Sherlock, but it didn't look like she was looking at Sherlock at all. Those ethereal gazes seemed to pass through Sherlock, through Baker Street, through London, and reach nothingness.

What about yourself?Why are you so angry?so disappointed?so heartbroken?

It's all her own choice, isn't it?

Obviously knowing what kind of person the other party is, but still can't help being moved, then, since you have chosen, you should have the courage to bear it.

He can bring you joy and happiness, so sad, tears are unavoidable, no one can make you happy forever.

At this moment, she only hopes that she is not the rain that falls on the mortal world, but can only intertwine in his eyes.

Mora closed her eyes for a long time, then opened them again.

She walked up to Sherlock and squatted down on one knee. She remembered that James had faced her like this, and couldn't help but wonder what kind of mood he was in.

"Leave it to you, I don't need it."

Mora put the pistol in Sherlock's hand, and then put her palm on his hand, yearning for the warmth of that moment.

Sherlock looked puzzled, like an ignorant child.

Suddenly, she laughed, that smile was like a spark of firework against the night, dazzling and short-lived.

She said softly, "Your reasoning is right, I'm fine, and you should not worry about me." Speaking of this, her voice seemed a little hoarse, "After all,,,,,, I have never been a fragile person. to the vulnerable."

So many worlds, so many difficult and difficult years, so many winding and steep roads, she walked through them one by one alone, what else could she not bear?Even if there was heartache, it was just a long sigh of life. She knew a long time ago that no one can care about herself more than herself. Others have no reason or obligation to care about you. She is not those unreasonable women. too transparent.

Whether she likes Sherlock or loves Sherlock, it is her own business, and has nothing to do with others, let alone Sherlock. After all, love is never a drop of water that should be repaid by a spring. thing.

never was,,,,,,

Maura didn't even know how she got back to the room, she just walked calmly, opened the door, took a step, and closed it.

With a pain in his left shoulder, the whole person was prostrate in the darkness.

Sherlock didn't move, but his eyelashes trembled a few times when he heard the sound of Mora closing the door.

"Okay." John walked in front of Sherlock, with a mocking expression on his face, "The famous Mr. Detective, a high-functioning anti-social personality, who only focuses on solving cases and doesn't care about the life and death of hostages. Sherlock Holmes can actually lie,, ,,,,"

"Don't talk to me, John." Sherlock interrupted Watson somewhat roughly, then stood up and walked to the window, with an obscure expression on his face, leaving only a pair of silent eyes, reflecting the floating light outside the window.

But John didn't intend to let him go. Sherlock like this made him feel disappointed. Even when he heard Sherlock say that the hostages had nothing to do with him in the morning, he had never been so disappointed. He felt sorry for Mora. Sherlock He is blind, but he is not blind. Even Mrs. Hudson can see those unreserved sacrifices and the pains he endured alone, but why can't he impress Sherlock? Could it be that his heart is really made of stone?

"Are you angry? Why are you angry? What reason do you have to be angry? I think you just need to be beaten. You have never tasted the pain of loss, and you let her face James alone. What kind of person is James? You should be better than me. Clear! And you are so ignorant, so disappointing, Sherlock."

"Of course I know what kind of person James is! I know him better than you." Sherlock sneered, "Don't use your IQ to speculate on my thoughts!"

",,,,,," Watson fell silent, spreading his hands, "Okay, whatever you want? Anyway, I can't make you change your mind."

Sherlock didn't listen to Watson's soliloquy, turned around and grabbed the phone on the coffee table and quickly went downstairs. He rushed straight out of the gate of 221B without even putting on his coat.

"Oh my God." What the hell is going on here?

Watson patted his forehead in distress, at a loss for what was happening right now.

At this time, the door opened, and Mo La came out, her face was a little pale, but the haze in her eyes had dissipated.

"he's gone?"

"Jasmine,,,,,,"

"Call me Maura."

"Okay, Maura." Watson changed his words a bit awkwardly, and looked at Maura cautiously, "Well, Charlotte,,,,,," He said the whole sentence before he came, and a mobile phone was stuffed into him In his hand, there was a simplified map of London on the screen, and a small red dot was moving rapidly towards England Square.

"Is it Sherlock?"

"You left in such a hurry, you must have no money, go find him, he is so picky, he must not be used to the reception room of the police station." Mora said to herself, completely ignoring Watson who was already stunned, and continued Handing a wallet to Watson, he said, "Don't forget to put on his coat, scarf and gloves."

"you,,,,,,"

What is this world like?

Watson never thought that at this time, Mora could still care about Sherlock so rationally. She was so sad and desperate just now. If it were any other woman, she must be hiding somewhere and weeping secretly. Move out of here immediately the next day.

"Aren't you mad at him?"

"Angry?" Mora nodded, "Of course, but now is not the time to be angry, and he just lied."

"When?"

Mora raised her eyebrows and rubbed her long hair like Sherlock did.

When a person tells a lie, he will feel guilty inside, and especially those who don't lie often, they need certain body movements to relieve their inner anxiety.

Watson was taken aback again. He remembered that Sherlock said that she is a smart girl, so there is no need to worry. At that time, he was full of anger and wanted to go up and punch him, but now he has to admit this. The correctness of the sentence, which he didn't even notice, was treated with such caution by her.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Mora urged Watson, "Now the enemy is watching from the dark, and the bomber will make trouble at some point. He needs you, John."

"Yes, that's right, that's right." Watson suddenly laughed, "We are good partners, although he was really annoying just now." He suddenly realized that everything he was worried about just now was mediocre. One is smarter than the other, and the other is calmer than the other. They are a match made in heaven. I am afraid that nothing can separate them.

Watson walked downstairs excitedly. After changing the loss and boredom just now, he stopped at the stairs, turned around and asked Maura who was still standing by the window, "Do you have anything to tell him?"

Mo La was taken aback, then laughed, "Tell him, I'm glad he said that, and don't underestimate my IQ."

John's footsteps entered the basement, then exited the gate of 221B, and then disappeared by the side of the road.

Mora was still standing by the window, looking at the darkness in the distance, imagining the appearance of Sherlock rushing out of the house and getting into a taxi. There are icy halos scattered on it,,,,,,

Almost, almost let James' plan succeed. If it wasn't for monitoring the recording received in Sherlock's mobile phone, she really thought it was Sherlock's reason.He has also noticed that Sherlock's feelings for her are why he can use it so freely, even Sherlock, who has always been rational, has lost his composure.

"Thank you, James."

Thank you for letting me confirm his mind.

Mo La thought about whether to return a big gift.

The author has something to say:

La la la, in the next chapter, Mary will appear.

Please think about Sherlock's profile every time he appears on the screen, especially when he is meditating in a taxi, it's so charming!