Silent guardian

Mo La opened her eyes, it was already dawn.

Sherlock was leaning on the sofa in front of her bed, sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, and his right hand was still holding her left hand.Sunlight came in from the window behind him, and the tiny dust floating in the air floated to the ends of his hair bit by bit.

Maura's eyes fell on his face, which glowed even in the shadow of the backlight.

Mo La leaned out and moved closer bit by bit. She moved her nose and smelled the bitterness of the rain in the deep winter night.

This is an imperative, and no one can change Mora's mind, not even Sherlock.

Finally, she kissed him, and her lips were printed on his forehead, like a faithful believer kissing a holy robe.

"Now, the only way to solve the problem is to find Moriarty. We can think of a way to lure him to show up." Sherlock walked around the room, his brain was spinning like a motor, and the blood in his body was pulsating. combustion.

Sherlock still doesn't know Moriarty's true identity, because he changes all the time, and the only thing he can be sure of is that James used to be one of his identities.

"I've already made an appointment with him." Mo La stood up from the sofa, put down the gossip newspapers, and stretched greatly.

"When?" Sherlock wondered, "was it part of your plan again?" Without waiting for Mora to reply, he said in an exclamation tone, "It's really nothing surprising, you are Mora."

Mora smiled, then went into the kitchen and took out the sandwiches in the microwave, poured two cups of hot milk on the table, then turned back to the kitchen to make a vegetable salad, and when she returned to the table, Sherlock He was already sitting on a chair in front of the dining table, holding a fork, and seemed to be struggling with something.

"What's the matter? Why are you looking at me like this?" Sherlock looked puzzled. Could it be that the beard that was shaved yesterday morning has grown back?

"You didn't eat breakfast before, you said it would affect your thinking."

Sherlock stared fixedly at Mora. After a while, he picked up a piece of tomato, put it in front of his eyes and looked it over carefully, "It looks pretty good."

Mora raised her eyebrows, did she answer the question?Just pretend.

Two people, two forks, two plates, a ray of sunshine, a room of silence.

That kind of wonderful atmosphere is like a jar of old wine, just smelling the aroma can't help but be intoxicated.

"Don't you drink milk?"

"I don't want to drink."

Sherlock took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, showing a mischievous smile, "I know you want to settle this matter early, but this is not your business alone, I will accompany you." He picked up the milk , went to the kitchen and poured it into the sink, then raised the empty glass in his hand.

"I knew you couldn't hide these little tricks." Mo La got up and walked in front of him, "So, you are determined to pay attention."

"Of course, he has done so much for us, if I don't do something, how can I be worthy of myself, and how can I be worthy of you."

"Sherlock." Mora looked at him, "Are you planning to finish all the good things you have said in your life today?"

"Is it weird?" Sherlock pursed his lips, his bright eyes were like a lighthouse in the dark night.For some reason, he seemed happy, but Maura always felt weird, maybe because she had never seen Sherlock like this before.

Everything is ready, everything.

The door is right in front of them, as long as they open it, they will jointly resist the whole world.

"Are you ready?" Mora took a breath.

Sherlock took the hand beside her, "Anytime, anywhere."

She turned her head and saw Sherlock's smile, like the light shining from the towering glaciers, the rolling white snow, and the dark forest.

She stood by the water of Tianhu Lake, and the calm lake water like a mirror reflected her figure quietly. Her world merged with the world of the lake water, and they became one world.

Sherlock leaned over and cupped her face,,,,,,

"I needed a little courage, I've never been scared before, but this time, I felt scared," he said.

Lips fell, not ice and snow, not cold, but Valentine's Day chocolate, velvet, smooth, irresistible charm.

She closed her eyes and saw Sherlock, the witty words in front of the laboratory, the back view in the alley, the slender hands on the chair, the front in the elevator, the holding hands in times of crisis, the long-awaited hug... ,, passed through her mind one by one, like a story that was too late to tell, a love song that was too late to sing, and now it all fell on her lips and fell on her heart.

Bitter,,,,,, like amoxicillin powder, but with a little sweetness.

Mora opened her eyes and pushed Sherlock away suddenly, her lips parted, the air invaded, and the cold stimulated her senses.

"You,,,,,," she was stunned, and wanted to say something more, but her tongue was already stiff, and the bitterness continued to spread,,,,,, her hands, her legs.

Sherlock picked her up by the waist and put her on the bed in the bedroom.

It was a risky move, and if you were not careful, you would knock yourself down, but apart from this method, Sherlock didn't know any other way to stop Mora.

With a warm smile on his lips, he pressed a kiss on Maura's forehead, pulled the quilt over her, and left the room.

He never thought of going with Maura from the beginning to the end, because it was his war with Moriarty, and she was implicated because of him.

【All that she has suffered is because of you. 】

He pulled out his pink phone and got the first ever text message.

[Heilong Express Railway Station, let's play together. 】

He remembered that place, that was his first confrontation with James or Kim Moriarty, and he lost to Mora.

But this time, Sherlock made up his mind that no matter what he could not let him escape.

Heilong subway station was dead silent. A brand new express train was parked on the abandoned tracks. The silver-white body was covered with morning light, shining brightly in this deserted place.

Sherlock stepped in, and Moriarty was already there.

He was wearing an expensive Westwood suit, and he was sitting on a luxurious sofa in front of the window. On the exquisite coffee table in front of him were two tulip goblets containing white wine, while he was holding a glass like Bloody red wine.

"Please." He stretched out his hand in an inviting gesture.

Sherlock walked to the sofa and sat down, carefully looking at the person in front of him, "I knew it was you, long time no see, James."

"Please call me Kim Moriarty." James glanced at the door, a little disappointed, "I thought you would come together."

Sherlock stared at him and said coldly, "She is asleep and won't wake up for a while, and during this time, I want to have a good talk with you, dear Kim."

"Well." James leaned back and looked around, "We really need to have a good talk, and this is indeed a good place."

Sherlock glanced around a few times, and couldn't help wondering, "Germany's EMS, constant magnetic suction type, with a speed of 531 kilometers per hour, brought the world's fastest maglev train, is it planning to tour the world?"

James took a sip of his wine and said with a light smile, "This is just the opening dance, don't worry, we still have audiences yet."

"Dear Kim, can you solve my problem and get rid of my lover's annoying sister? Dear Kim, can you solve my problem and let me disappear to South America? Criminal consultant,,,,,,"

"Oh, yes, it's unbelievable, isn't it?" James shook his index finger, "Of course my audience can't be those poor people, they're just soy sauce, the real protagonists have always been only you and me, and they deserve to be The audience is only Mora, you think so too."

Sherlock smiled sarcastically, "If you use her as a pawn, you're making a big mistake."

"I warned her, although it was only a few words." James put down the cup in his hand, with a serious expression, "I said that I don't like variables, I don't like people intervening between us, this is a game for two people, if Bystanders meddling, what's the point? But she didn't listen to my advice, so,,,,,, it's a pity."

Sherlock's expression was serious, and when he stood up, he had already drawn his pistol and pointed it at James' forehead.

James didn't move, still leaning there lazily.His eyes widened, but not from fear, but from surprise.

He said, "Look, you care about her, and I just talk about her to get this kind of treatment from you. Have you ever been heartbroken? Has your heart been dug out and fried in a frying pan? Yours Has your heart been roasted on a charcoal fire? Has your heart been put back after experiencing all this again?" His face showed an indescribable sadness, hiding the embarrassment of escaping from death , "Haven't you? I have experienced it. Mora has experienced it. Now it's up to you. Don't do stupid things. Someone is holding a gun in the distance."