Silent guardian

The pursuit is continuing, figures are moving around, red lights are flashing, mechanical commands copied from the walkie-talkie penetrate the cold air over and over again.

Sherlock pushed open the door, and Mycroft was standing by the side of the road, holding a black cane in his hand. The assistant lady glanced at Sherlock, and walked away consciously.

"What does Kim Moriarty have?"

"What?" Mycroft was a little puzzled.

Sherlock snorted and showed a sarcastic smile, "Don't act in front of me, you are the only one who knows about Mora except me and Watson, don't tell me your brain has been hacked too."

"Well,,,,,," Mycroft raised his chin, staring at Sherlock thoughtfully, "Do you trust her? Or,,,,,, care about her?"

"Is there a difference?" Sherlock asked back.

"Of course, the former is reason, and the latter is gratitude. Don't let emotion blind your eyes, Sherlock."

Sherlock stared at Mycroft, pursed his lips, and said in a dangerous tone, "I don't care what he promised you, and I don't care whether London will be destroyed tomorrow, I only know that you are doing something right now. Folly!"

"Don't forget all the responsibilities." Mycroft saw Sherlock's anger and smiled like an old fox. "If you don't have doubts, how can you indulge Lestrade's behavior? Are you afraid? , Sherlock, I understand you, you are well aware of her influence in your heart, you are not sure whether she has to spend her time, so you deliberately let her go, deliberately despite everything in front of you, the purpose is just to see the truth She, you said, if she can't get through this, are you ready for a world without her?"

"Shut up!" Sherlock interrupted Mycroft roughly, and said loudly, "Don't think of me as you do, politician."

That tone, that expression, it was like standing in front of him was not his elder brother, but an enemy, a demon, his words pierced his inner secrets like bullets, so he was angry and ashamed.

At that moment, Sherlock changed from a high god to the most ordinary person.

He glared at Mycroft, then left angrily.

Mycroft stood still, staring at the figure with a gloomy expression.

"Sir?" the assistant called out cautiously.

Mycroft came back to his senses, took the phone in the assistant's hand, and said in a low voice, "Just put on a show, don't let my cute little brother blow his hair, or I can't guarantee your safety."

Danger is everywhere.

Monitors, walkie-talkies, infrared detectors, and heavily armed special forces.

Is this to capture Osama bin Laden?

Mo La cursed inwardly, turned neatly into the aisle on the third floor, exhaled cautiously, and then quickly ran to the next destination.

She jumped into the waste storage room and slid down the waste aisle into the parking lot on the ground floor of the hospital.

Time, place, route, all of these were carefully calculated on the way she rushed to the hospital. She didn't like to fight unsure battles.

Mora pushed open the door nimbly, some special police officers had entered the parking lot, and were checking the available vehicles one by one, but there were still two steps away from the vehicle she reserved, which was enough for her to complete the breakout operation, but At this moment, a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist, dragged her away, and she didn't even have time to see the other person's appearance clearly.

"follow me."

Sherlock!

Why did he come?Shouldn't he be with Watson now?

If he hadn't felt the pulse of the other party, Mora couldn't help but wonder if it was James pretending again.

"Hey, they're here!"

With a loud roar, the special police around quickly outflanked Mo La and the two.

Sherlock's pace quickened, and Mora didn't dare to neglect in the slightest, so she could only follow closely.

At this time, two special police rushed to them.

"careful!"

Sherlock smiled contemptuously, took out his gun and pointed it at the special police, only to hear "bang! bang!" two gunshots, and the two rushed to the scene.

"Sherlock!" Mora always thought that Sherlock was on the side of justice, but he would also attack the police.

"It's okay, they're wearing body armor."

They came to a car with a middle-aged man sitting in the driver's seat.

How can there be people here?

Between the fire and light stones, Mora already understood that Sherlock had arranged all of this.

Sherlock kicked the car door, pushed Mora upright, and jumped in with him.Before Mora could stabilize her body, she felt her body sink, and Sherlock was pressed down.

As the car swayed, her body also swayed, and she slid towards the empty space beside her. Before she could close her eyes, she felt her nose hit a hard object, and she cried out in pain.

"ah!"

"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked concerned.

She came back to her senses suddenly, Sherlock was right under her, what she just touched was not the ground, but Sherlock's chest.

And his face is even closer, the sharp outline, the pale golden eyes are staring at her closely, there is an oasis that has never been cultivated, and she is standing in the most central place now.

"Why do you..." Mo La closed her eyes and suppressed the dizziness. Her heart was pounding, and her tongue started to tie up as soon as the words came to her mouth. "Aren't you supposed to be in the hospital?"

"Should?" Sherlock frowned, stretched out his fingers to tuck Moura's hair hanging on one side behind her ear, and said softly, "There is nothing you should or should not, all I know is that you need me right now." , I'm sorry Maura, actually I don't want to say these two words, because I have said enough to you, but this time, I admit that I am confused, Kim Moriarty is in my brain Planted the seeds of doubt, I thought I was a sensible enough person, but,,,,,,"

The car had already driven onto the avenue, and the police cars behind were roaring.

"His plan is perfect, even I can't help but believe it, but how do you see it?"

"I heard."

"what?"

"Your fear, my distrust scares you, but you face Lestrade and the others, but you still don't change your face. You told me that other people can disbelieve you, but I can't." Sherlock As he spoke softly, a rare and gentle look appeared on his face, as if he was reading a sad love poem.

"That's it?" Although Mo La was moved to tears, she was not satisfied with the answer because she knew Sherlock well.

"Why? Don't you believe it?" Sherlock asked, pouted, stroking her shoulder.

"No, it's just that this answer exceeded my expectations. I thought you would say that Watson told you, or that the nurse made a mistake."

Sherlock was silent, his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

This is not the first time he has been silent, but it is the first time he understands that it is not being blocked, but that he knows what kind of sad expression will appear on the other party's face once those words are spoken from his mouth.

The car was galloping fast, and the broken lights outside the window hit Maura on the face. She looked at Sherlock without blinking.

After a while, she asked, "Are we successful?"

Sherlock was not worried about this at all, and his tone was very relaxed, "Kelo has won the first prize in the underground driveway competition, and it is not a problem to get rid of the stupid police in England."

Kai Luo, who was driving, looked up at the rearview mirror and asked, "Where are you going now?"

"Go straight ahead, then turn left into the end of the playground, pass through the underground warehouse, and turn right for 700 meters to stop."

"Oh, Justin Woodland." Sherlock marveled at Moura's precise plan. "It's a nice place with few people and less surveillance."

Mora raised his head and smiled, his whole body lost his strength, buried his head in Sherlock's chest, and didn't move any more.

"Mola!" Sherlock yelled worriedly, he almost forgot that the person in his arms had just turned down from the seventh floor.

"I'm fine." Her voice had an imperceptible nasal tone.

"Are you crying?" Sherlock's fingers brushed her face, getting a trace of moisture.

"I'm tired." Maura said softly.

Sherlock stretched out his hands, hesitated for a moment, and then gently surrounded Mora. This is a posture he learned from those bloody romantic dramas. He felt a little frustrated. He tried his hands to know how to call out the most beautiful tone , know how to use a microscope, know how to shoot accurately, but don't know how to hug others.

His posture was a little awkward, but Maura didn't mind, she said softly, "Thank you, Sherlock."

"Take a break."

He caressed her hair lightly, the touch was not inferior to any precious silk and satin.He imagined her appearance at this moment: leaning her cheek against his chest, breathing in small mouths, listening to his strong heartbeat, like a child floating along the water, quietly closing her eyes.

The author has something to say:

Let the intimacy come more violently.