Silent guardian

"Hey Molly, can you get me a cup of coffee?"

"Hey, Molly, can you write the report for me, just a small part at the back."

"Hey, Jasmine, can you order takeaway for me, pizza with iced Coke."

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Words like these kept lingering in Mo La’s ears. She seemed to see Jasmine’s kindness in those people’s contemptuous eyes. She always responded to one rude request after another like this, as if she was not Know how to say no.

Mora was silent, one after another, those trivial things seemed to never be finished, and she had to wait until everyone got off work before she had time to do her own things.

The next day, Mora came very early, and as soon as she entered the company's gate, she went straight to the character resource management room, and she wanted to apply for a transfer.

The director of the human resources management department is a thin, middle-aged lady with heavy makeup and layers of foundation on her sagging face, trying to cover up the marks left by time.

"I'm sorry, Jasmine, you can't do this, because this is not your business alone, it is related to the distribution of everyone's work content, besides, someone in the laboratory has already filled your vacancy, I'm sorry, I can't help you."

"Is there really no room for negotiation?" Mo La asked for the last time without giving up.

"I can't help it, dear."

It's not that there is no way, but that I don't want to.Of course Mora could hear her implication, after all, the interpersonal relationship in China is far more complicated than this.

Mora took the application form and was about to turn around and leave when a hand suddenly came into Mora's sight. A pair of flawless hands, wearing a shiny Swiss watch, put a work schedule on Mo La. Pull on the glass table in front of you.

A gentle male voice sounded immediately, "There is still a vacancy in the autopsy room, let her go."

The lady director looked up at the man who appeared behind Mo La, her expression frightened, she immediately lowered her head and tapped on the computer keyboard, "Okay, I'll do it right away, Mr. James."

James?

Mora looked at the person who came, it was a man about her height, very young, his hair was combed as bright as leather shoes, there was no crease on the expensive suit, the collar and cuffs were as clean as his face, a pair of shrewd His eyes were fixed on Mora for a moment.

"Hi, I'm James King."

"Hello, Jasmine Amber."

a stranger.

A stranger who has no information in Jasmine's memory.

Mo La looked at the other hand's outstretched hand, magnified the small surprise in her heart, held it with a little trepidation, and let it go after only one moment.

With the help of James, the efficiency of things is beyond Maura's imagination.

"You are amazing. I just talked like that, and she didn't agree, but you can do it with just one sentence." Mo La praised James who had just met with joy, holding the work card and The key to the dissecting room, I turned it over and over several times.

"It's a small matter." James, who was walking on the right side of Mora, showed a gentle smile, "Who told me to be the executive director here now? I just don't understand. Why do you solve it cheaply if you don't do it in a good office?" Digging up dead bodies? That's not something a normal girl would want to do."

"I don't like crowded places very much, and I don't want to do the same thing as everyone. More importantly, maybe he will need my help." Mo La recalled that in the plot, although Jasmine's existence was not important, it did help Xia. Locke is busy.

"Him?" James showed a playful smile, "Someone you like?"

"That's it."

It is the person Jasmine likes, and now she is Jasmine, although she will not be so stupid as to gnaw a rock like Jasmine, but what Jasmine wants to do, she will do it for her, she will help her complete it, who told her to take someone else's What about the body.

Mora always walked in the same direction, and she had a special feeling in her heart guiding her. When she took the last step out of the darkness and put herself under the light, 221B Baker Street appeared in her sight.

Only then did she realize that the feeling that pulled her came from this body, which was so familiar with everything in front of her, that she could even feel the temperature on the door knocker across the road.

The door opened, and Sherlock in a black overcoat came out with a look of joy on his face, even with his signature curly hair exuding vigor, he shouted into the room while wearing black leather gloves, "Hurd Mrs. Sen, I'll be home late and may need something to eat."

A voice in the room answered, "My dear, I am your landlady, not your housekeeper."

He ignored this, but quickly added, "It doesn't matter if it's cold."

He walked to the side of the road, hailed a taxi, bowed his head and said a few words to the driver, and then opened the car door.

where to goDo you want to handle a case?

Mora stood across the road, looking puzzled.

Suddenly, the other party raised his head, and those eyes looked at her. Mora was startled, and couldn't help taking a step back, tripped and fell backwards.

"what!"

Mora let out a low cry, and opened her eyes to see the snow-white ceiling.

Dream, she had a dream, no, it wasn't a dream, it was part of Jasmine's memory.

Jasmine, oh Jasmine, how much do you really miss him?

Mora got up and went to the bathroom and saw a pale face in the mirror.

She turned on the faucet, filled the bathtub, and plunged in.

She didn't feel sleepy at all, and she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

Close your eyes, it's all Jasmine's memory.

The laboratory, the bus station, the bedroom, Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson, and the parents who started their own families after divorce in their hometown in the north.

These memories are so complicated, they occupy all of Jasmine's space, and there is actually no place to store the memories of Sherlock in Mora's short few hours.

She needed to reduce her hair, clear all of Jasmine's spam, and then build a memory hall that belonged to Mora.

Mora immediately packed and threw away all Jasmine's clothes, jewelry, and cosmetics. Those popular tastes couldn't catch Mora's eyes at all, except for a diary.

[Friday, August 2007, 8 was sunny

Today I met Sherlock Holmes.

He is wearing a slim tuxedo, like a gentleman who came out of the upper class in the middle ages. His face is as sharp as a sculpture, and as cold as moonlight. His eyes are as sharp as a knife, and he cut through all my disguises at a glance. No matter who it is, see He will be attracted at first glance,,,,,,

Overcast on Friday, September 2007, 8

Today he came again and cut off an ear from a male corpse, as if for some experiment.

I worked up the courage to talk to him, but he ignored me.

Rain on Tuesday, January 2008, 1

Today is a fine day, I said happy new year to him, he said back to me, then I asked him if he would like coffee, he quickly replied that he wanted black coffee and two spoonfuls of sugar.

He finally talked to me,,,,,,]

Mora closed the notebook and put it back where it was.

She went to the window and opened the curtains. The morning sun had already flashed in the sky, and the diamond-like light dispelled the gloom on the Thames and illuminated the roof of Westminster Abbey.

"Boom, boom, boom,,,,,,"

Big Ben struck seven, one after another, across the Thames, across Scotland Yard, across Baker Street, through Maura's head.