Silent guardian

The ambulance arrived, and paramedics in white coats rushed in carrying a stretcher.Maura stood up and took a few steps back to make room for them.

"The bullet hit the left side of the heart, causing a large amount of internal bleeding. Five minutes had passed since the trauma was formed. The blood loss was excessive, and the wounded was in shock."

Hearing Sherlock's analysis, the doctor didn't hesitate any longer, and directly moved Watson onto the stretcher. Sherlock continued to stop the bleeding, and didn't dare to be negligent. When he stood up, he almost tripped over the coffee cup on the ground. , Mo La helped him, but he didn't look up, just looked at the scarf in his hand steadily.

A group of people came in in a hurry, and went out in a hurry, and the excitement in the middle was only for a moment.

When the door was opened, the sound of the police siren could be heard endlessly, and the red and yellow intersecting lights made Mora dizzy for a while.

Sherlock got into the ambulance and glanced in the direction of Mora the moment the door closed, his eyes were full of questioning and judgment.

Lestrade walked to the door of the coffee shop, and saw that Mo La was in a mess, with coagulated blood stains on her face, looking a little hideous.

Lestrade reached into his pocket, as if he wanted to take out something, but in the end he didn't take out anything.

There was a hint of embarrassment on his face, and he asked softly, "Are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm fine, I'm not hurt." Mora's voice trembled.

Lestrade just regarded it as a sequela of the disaster, and didn't doubt it, "I wonder if you want to go to the hospital for a checkup?"

Mora shook her head and took a breath, "I'm fine, have you found anything about the perpetrator?"

"There is no clue yet. The only injured person at the scene is Watson. His injury seems to be a little serious. This time, Sherlock must be busy again." Lestrade scratched his head in frustration, very distressed, "I Gotta go back and figure out how to deal with this troublesome guy. Can you do it now?"

"what?"

"The case requires witness records." Lestrade said with some hesitation, "If it's not convenient for you right now..."

"It's okay, I can."

Mora got into the police car and drove all the way to England Square.

The night shrouded the earth like a mist, there was no moon, no stars, only boundless blackness remained.

The silvery white light illuminated the glass floor of the Metropolitan Police Hall. Mora lowered her head and saw that her face was covered with dried blood.

"Would you like to wash it?" the young policeman walking beside her suggested.

Mora gave him a grateful glance, and then followed the instructions on the wall to the bathroom.The cold water irritated her skin, she touched her face, and when she closed her eyes, she saw Watson lying in a pool of blood, and Sherlock's look before parting.

Didyousee?

Didyousee

Panting for breath, Mo La slammed her palm on the glass mirror, and her image was split into countless fragments in an instant, and fell to the ground with a "crash".

She took out the phone, her hands were still shaking, but at least she could broadcast a long list of numbers accurately.

"Sherlock Holmes."

Mo La's heart froze, all the words she wanted to say were stuck in her throat, and the blood was flowing backwards all over her body, making her dizzy for a while.

"John?"

"In the emergency room." Sherlock's voice was very tired, mixed with strong anger, "Why did you ask him to meet there?"

"Everyone can doubt me, but you can't." A tear fell from the corner of Mora's eye, "Sherlock, you can't."

She hung up the phone and buried her face in the water, as if it would help her to clear her mind.

She already smelled a conspiracy, a conspiracy against her.

"You cried." said a painful voice, "you actually cried for him?

Mora raised her head, and the policeman who had just talked to her was standing beside her, looking at her with pity.

"James,,,,,," Mo La clenched her fists, her whole body on alert.

"NO, NO, I'm Knuth." He smiled, "It's the first time we meet, we should get along well."

Before he could finish his sentence, Mo La on the opposite side had already rushed over. The speed was beyond his imagination. She grabbed his throat, lifted him up, and slammed him against the wall. The action seems to be completed in an instant.

Mora's eyes were already glowing red, and she increased her strength in her hand.

"I can crush your throat with just a move of my fingers, don't try to piss me off, James."

"Cough, cough," James breathed in pain, feeling like a red-hot iron was stuck in his throat, "I have something to say,,, okay,,, don't you,,, don't want to know,,, mine,, ,Purpose?"

Mo La let go, and James fell to the ground in embarrassment. He struggled to get up, rubbed his red neck, adjusted his clothes expressionlessly, and said with a smile, "That's right, I know Mo Ra is a gentle man."

"Say something!"

"Do you still think that his strange mood that day is because you concealed from him about my arrival?"

Mo La was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

"Nothing," James laughed. "I just put a piece of paper under the rose."

"What's written on the paper?" Mo La felt cold.

"Everything about Mora, including background, education, position, experience, and record."

Mora's eyes froze, "You fabricated a Mora."

"How can it be said to be a fabrication? This is the truth, aren't you standing here now? And everything on that piece of paper can be found on the Chinese confidential core website." James laughed, "Look at me How is the arrangement? A Chinese agent lurking in the UK fits your image very well."

"He won't believe it." Sherlock won't believe it.

"Don't worry, just based on this, of course he won't believe it so easily, but..." James paused, showing a bright smile, "Then you have to listen carefully, I understand Sherlock, his biggest problem is self-righteousness, as long as I let him believe that James has died in your hands, he will automatically make up the rest of the plot."

"When did I kill you?"

"The night Sherlock was stunned by you, I was in the dark, and I was killed because I recognized you."

Mora remembered that the man did die at her hands, but it wasn't James, just an uninvited guest who happened to pass by.

"Who told you?" The only person who knew she was looking for "Gem" was Billy, "Billy Wiggins."

"He is a good brother. I just showed him a picture of his sister who was studying in the United States, and he said everything." James continued, "Deciphering ancient Chinese? Saving one's life to save one's life? Bitter tricks? Losing one's job? Explosion Lost your own house? Successfully moved into Baker Street? Invented James to test his mind? Then left silently, arousing all his curiosity? A perfect hunting plan, watching him fall into your trap step by step. "

Mora looked into those eyes, and a chill rushed from her feet to her head.

It wasn't until this moment that she saw the real James. His real ability is not planning crimes, but manipulating people's hearts. As long as he knows your weaknesses, he can do whatever he wants in your world.

"Why did Watson John die? Because once he dies, Sherlock will definitely die, because you even know how important he is to Sherlock, and then you will soothe his wounded heart and stay with him for the rest of his life. You said to him, Kim Moriarty's gun is aiming at your head, I love you so much, how could I call an ambulance? I believe he will not blame you, he will only blame himself even more, and then you will shoot yourself again Gun, prove your love, guess if he will be moved to tears? A soul who came from another world actually loves him with his whole life, how beautiful and moving it must be... I can't help but shed tears of emotion,,,,,, "

Mora took a few steps back until she reached the cold sink.

James looked at her with a smile on his lips.

Mora closed her eyes, suppressing the panic in her heart.

"Purpose?"

James grinned, "I don't like variables, and you violated my taboo."

Mora made a big mistake again, she was the only one from the beginning to the end, from the beginning to the end, she was the only one who claimed that the house was blown up by James, and she was the only one who said that the person who came to Baker Street to threaten her was James, The worst thing was her theory of being possessed by a soul. She suddenly discovered that all of this was so ethereal and had no real basis at all.

There are no actors, no audience, and she is the only one talking to herself from beginning to end.No one is on her side, and now, she can only choose to defend herself.

Justify what?

Are you a ray of soul from another world?Said that I have seen your whole life in another world?

Will Sherlock believe it?Even if Sherlock believed it, would Moriarty, who was in charge of all this, give her a chance to defend herself?

The answer is self-evident.

The author has something to say:

James is here to steal the show again, let's see how the female man Mora fights wits and courage with him.