Silent guardian

It is going to rain.

Although the clouds in the sky have not shown most signs, Mora has already smelled damp moisture from the southeast wind.

When it was time to get off work, she put down the unfinished experiments in her hands, went back to the locker room and changed her work clothes, and walked out the door. The oncoming air carried the coolness of late autumn, which made her muddy brain clearer.

This is the coldness of a strange city, and this kind of coldness can pierce your heart more than Sherlock's harsh words.When you stand alone against the whole world, you realize how small you are.

"Jasmine, do you want to go to the bar together?"

A boy came down the stairs with a backpack slung across his shoulders, looking at Mo La hesitating to speak.

Mora looked back at him. He had colored contact lenses, pomade on his hair, studs on his ears, and the latest winter clothes. Referring to Jasmine’s memory, he was a hipster who couldn’t be compared to her. Colleague - Tooke.

"Today is Maggie's birthday, and he definitely wants you to come too." The other party seemed to be afraid that Maura would refuse, so he added hastily.

"Rejected by Sedna?"

"Huh?" He looked at Mo La in surprise, and immediately defended himself, "Her house has guests, very important guests, so,,,,,,"

"I'm not interested." Mora smiled, "I don't want to be a substitute for others."

"Aren't you really going to take a look? There will be many celebrities and dignitaries attending there, and you can get a chance..." Andy eagerly wanted to keep it.

Mora ignored this, and went straight to the side of the road to hail a taxi. Before getting into the car, she did not forget to wave to Tu Ke with an angry face.

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Andy, and have a good night."

"According to our reporter's report, the mysterious suicide case has risen to the fourth case. Different victims, different crime locations, and different crime time, the only thing in common is that the way they died was all due to taking a highly poisonous The capsule was poisoned and died. This mysterious suicide incident caused a sensation all over the country, and the death toll continued to increase. The government also began to put pressure on the Central Metropolitan Police Department,,,,,, "

Mora rested her head on the glass window, her eyes wandering outside the window.

The radio was loud, and the elderly driver glanced at Mo La in the back seat and turned the volume to the lowest.

"Thank you."

"Are you tired from work? Look at the tiredness on your face, miss, why don't I change the channel." The driver kindly suggested.

"I just can't get used to it for a while, it's okay."

The driver was silent for a while and said again, "You are not like a local. You look out of the window with strange eyes. Are you here for work?"

With such keen observation skills, but only being an inconspicuous brother, wouldn't it be too condescending?

Mora glanced at the bridge, and a photo came into view. There were two children in the photo, and there should be a person on the other side, but it was torn off.

She withdrew her gaze and turned out of the window again.

"That's it."

Think of it as a journey. Although the journey is full of unknown hardships, there will always be sunshine.

The battle between Moriarty and Sherlock has officially started, and the fourth victim has also appeared, so it is not far from solving the case. Looking at the entire plot, Jasmine's appearance is not only used to show Sherlock's viper side, but also the same An auxiliary existence like Lestrade, she doesn't need to accompany Sherlock through life and death like Watson, and she doesn't need to worry about national affairs like Mycroft. She doesn't need to do anything, as long as Sherlock is handled well, everything will be fine up.

In this way, Mora felt light all over, and all fatigue and lethargy disappeared completely.

"Ding,,,,,,"

A bell rang, and the driver took out a pink mobile phone from the dark box of the driver's cab with one free hand. Because he had to take into account the road conditions of the car, he swiped the touch screen twice to unlock it.

Mo La couldn't help laughing, "Your wife really cares about you, she probably urged you to go home for dinner."

"Oh." The driver was stunned for a moment, and then complained, "Yeah, she's always like this, she's constantly rushing at this time of day."

"Then I'll get off at the front corner, anyway, it's not far from my home."

The driver obeyed and stopped at the junction of Hassel Street and Baker Street.Mo La got out of the car, glanced at the license plate number, and then walked towards the brightest direction.

Lie, everything just now is a lie.

That man doesn't have a wife at all, what husband would die with a picture of his wife.And the beard behind the ears is not cleaned, a taxi driver who lives alone.

If that mobile phone is not his wife's, then,,,,,,

Mora took out her phone and glanced over the crime scene of the fourth victim, noting the victim's description of pink fingernails, lipstick and coat.

Pink is indeed a dangerous color.

someone!

Mora stopped, staring sideways at the dark alley that stood between the floors.There was a rush of footsteps coming from her ears, one in front and one in back, running at a very fast speed from her right side.

"John, come on!"

It's Sherlock.

Mora didn't know why she was hiding. When she came back to her senses, her body was already leaning against the wall.

Sherlock ran fast, and the wind picked up his black coat like a tumbling cloud. Just as he passed by the alley, a few wisps of disinfectant smelled in the air, followed by Watson, who was thinking Wanting to catch up with Sherlock, he had already forgotten his lameness caused by physical and mental disorders. At this moment, like an athlete, he aimed at Sherlock's figure and rushed to catch up.

The sound of footsteps has gone away, Mo La walked into the alley, and the figures of the two had already climbed up the spiral staircase, running to a further place, the light cast their shadows on the ground, like two sharp knives, recklessly stab into the darkness.

someone said.

No matter how insignificant a person is, once he becomes serious, he will emit light that illuminates the world. Has Sherlock already illuminated Watson's world?

They are born adventurers, with blood flowing in their bones, the more dangerous the unknown, the more they can't stop.