Silent guardian

Mora makes an appointment with Kate.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, she had just made herbal tea when the doorbell rang on time.

Before opening the door, she deliberately rubbed her eyes vigorously. In addition, she stayed up late last night, which made her whole face look very haggard.

"Oh, hello, who are you looking for?"

Standing in front of the door was a blonde girl, wearing a long black dress, stepping on a pair of bright light blue high heels, with a plump figure and delicate makeup.

"Kate."

"Oh." Mo La nodded slowly, "Please come in."

Kate entered the house and looked around silently. When she saw the cheap furniture, a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes.

Mora put the hot tea on the coffee table. Kate was still standing on the edge of the sofa and did not sit down. She glanced at the sofa and felt that it seemed to be poisonous.

"Is something here?"

"Just arrived."

"Now you can give it to me."

"Oh, okay. You do it first, and I'll get it right away."

Mora stooped back into the house, rummaged through the box, and then found the courier package that Billy Wiggins sent that day. When she opened it, she found that it was full of underwear, which was the most attractive style, Mora Frowning, he opened layer after layer, and found a well-packed box on the penultimate layer.

When Mora came out, Kate was gone. The white satchel she was carrying was on the coffee table, and there was a pink mobile phone beside the satchel.

Mora looked around suspiciously, then walked over, sat down on the sofa, put the box in her hand next to the pink mobile phone, and then didn't move.

After a while, there was no sign of the other party, and Mo La was not in a hurry, and took another cup of tea on her own. At this moment, something cold was pressed against the back of her head.

"You're smart," said a voice, "knowing what to move and what not to move."

Mo La was taken aback, her whole body trembled in fear, and she pretended to be calm and said, "Of course, I just do my duty well."

Kate turned out from behind the sofa, stared at Mora for a while before putting away the gun in her hand, and then put the fish case of the mobile phone on the coffee table into her satchel.

"Don't do unnecessary things." Kate said coldly, "You'd better go out for a while, the farther the better."

"Yes." Mora breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to look directly into the other party's eyes.

"I would suggest Düsseldorf myself, and maybe Cruise with you on a tour of the local attractions."

"Who is Cruise?" Mora asked carefully.

"Oh, I forgot, you don't know him, forget it, you will know him in the future, I believe it will be in the near future." Kai blinked meaningfully, waved to Mo La, and walked towards the door , "Tell the Queen that the money will be transferred to her designated account later."

After the door closed, there was no sound soon.

Mo La raised her head, and she was lying down on the soft sofa, but she seemed to remember something, and then jumped up and rushed to the window.

Downstairs, Kate got into a taxi, and the car quickly drove into the avenue, but neither the driver nor Kate herself noticed that an Audi across the street started at almost the same time as it, and was heading in the same direction go ahead.

A date with a dead soul?I'm not interested in that, so leave it to yourself.

"Good luck, Miss Kate."

"John, what's going on?"

Mora walked through the dusk, the snow on the street had not yet melted, the weather was a bit bad, and the breath she exhaled quickly condensed into water mist on the screen of the mobile phone.

Fortunately, Watson on the other end of the phone is still full of energy, "I just came out of Woobridge's house, nothing special, except for an astronomical telescope. Sherlock went to the art gallery, and he asked me to come here to have a look .”

A figure appeared at the other end of the street, it was Billy Wiggins who delivered the goods on the same day.Mora forgot to glance over there, confirming that the other party saw her.

"Since the painting is a fake, and Woolbridge must have known the truth before being silenced, and the telescope in his room is probably the breakthrough, don't forget to remind Sherlock."

"Okay, I know."

"Okay, that's it."

"Wait,,,,,, that, you don't plan to go back to Baker Street?"

"Not for now."

Not for the time being, she doesn't know how long it will be for the time being.

"He's changed a lot these days, from north to south, and he just settled down at Hawkshall Arch yesterday." Billy breathed out, and looked at Maura beside him, "This guy is very cunning, always He came in the middle of the night and left in the middle of the night, and there was always someone to meet him, and he was lost several times, because you said that there might be other forces behind him, so we didn’t dare to get too close, so we only found it now.”

"Good job." Mora nodded in satisfaction, then took out a check from her pocket and handed it to Billy, "Cash it early tomorrow morning, don't delay too long."

Billy accepted it happily, "You're afraid that it won't work unless you die."

Mora stared into the darkness without speaking.

Killing people is not a difficult task for Mora. She knows the structure of the human body and which parts are fatal, so she only needs to hold the gun firmly.

"call out!"

The bullet passed through "Gemu"'s left chest, and he fell down before he even had time to scream. His two-meter-high body fell down like a big tree, stirring up dust all over the ground.

Maura went over and took a carnation out of her pocket and placed it beside him.

15 minutes, if you don't get medical treatment within 15 minutes, you will lose blood and die.

For a murderer like him, such courtesy can be regarded as kindness.

Karl Bowles, Woolbridge, I don't know how many undead who can't be named.Mora stared fixedly at the huge face, breathing heavily.

Killing people for whatever reason is not something to be thankful for.

"Sherlock, this way!"

Watson's voice suddenly came from the other side, and Maura was startled, and got up and retreated into the darkness.

"Someone!"

She was fast, but Sherlock's keen nerves still sensed her presence.He only heard him yell, and rushed towards Mo La.

Mo La thumped in her heart, and quickened her pace.

She turned her head occasionally, following the pace of the people behind her.

Sherlock's figure was slender and long through the faint light, reflected at her feet, reminding her of those days in the dissecting room, and the scalpel in her hand was so sharp.

She ran into a dead end, and she couldn't tell whether it was intentional or not. There was a broken bridge in front of her, and Sherlock behind her was already approaching, cutting off all her escape routes.

"You can't run away, there is no way out here, you know." Sherlock took out a pistol and pointed at her, "Who are you? Why did you kill him? Did Moriarty mean it? Or who?"

",,,,,,"

This is a very dramatic scene. They seem to be repeating the plot of some kind of novel, men and women, good and evil.

Times have changed, but the bad things remain the same!

Mora was silent for a while, and threw away the gun in her hand decisively. She didn't want to point a gun at Sherlock, she felt that it would be rude.

Sherlock was a little surprised that the other party was so straightforward.

"Okay, that's it, turn around."

Mora turned around obediently, with a strange feeling in her heart, as if she was glad that she saw such Sherlock herself, the excitement flashed in those eyes, like watching the prey fall on the ground she set up. The sense of accomplishment and satisfaction when you fall into the trap.

I have to say that he is really charming like this.

Sherlock is very agile, and in the field of normal people, he is already considered a leader.When he walked behind Mora, he immediately clasped the opponent's hand and tied it tightly with his scarf, making sure that the opponent could not break free before letting go of his guard.

"Then, now let me see what you look like." Sherlock lifted the silk mask on the other's face, and what he saw was a pair of night-like eyes, but he could only see these eyes. Before he could move his eyes down in time, his limbs felt weak and his head was dizzy.

"What's going on?" He muttered to himself, the gun in his hand was no longer stable.

Mora easily broke free from the scarf, leaned over to support him, took the gun out of his hand, and fired at the voyeur in the dark.

"Pfft!" There was a sound of falling to the ground in the darkness.

"What's that?" Sherlock trembled when he heard the gunshot, and realized the danger he was in. He wanted to push the opponent away and keep a distance from him, but his hand completely lost strength.

"Sherlock?" Mora leaned close to his ear and breathed lightly.

Those eyes lost their usual sharpness, covered with a layer of mist, and became hazy, like a child who was woken up in the middle of the night, the moment he opened his eyes, he was innocent.

"Sherlock?" Maura called again.

Sherlock still wanted to say something, but his lips only squirmed a few times without making a sound. His consciousness was already very blurred, but the last sliver of reason was still struggling.

"It's really tenacious."

Mora breathed a sigh of relief, helped Sherlock sit on the abandoned concrete steel column, and then took off the coat and put it on Sherlock.

Sherlock's world was on the verge of chaos, bright for a while, dark for a while, half awake and half asleep, he smelled a cold fragrance similar to floral dew.

He felt someone stroking his hair and touching his face, but he couldn't move, he became a teddy bear at the mercy of others.

Sherlock's hair is very fluffy, rich in texture and full of elasticity, and Mora stroked it gently, a little fondly.

Twisted one, stretched it, loosened the fingers, the curls bounced back, and twisted another.

She definitely didn't treat his hair as a toy, and there was absolutely no blasphemy in her heart. She just cherished this moment so much that she didn't know how to express it.

She used her fingers to trace Sherlock's sword-like eyebrows, like the contours of marble carvings, her fingers pressed against his face, and her heart was flexible and satisfied like never before. This kind of satisfaction is like the moment when the morning light leaps out of the horizon The flash of magnificence is enough to make her devote everything to it.

She leaned over and pressed a kiss lightly on his lips.

The contact between lips will emit incredible sparks. This spark illuminates Sherlock's thoughts, so he feels that something soft falls on his lips, like an affectionate poem, bringing With infinite love.

Then, he fell into darkness again, and faintly heard a beautiful female voice saying,,,,,,

"Sherlock, I'm Queen, nice to meet you."