Silent guardian

"I really want to thank you just now, this card,,,,,,"

"It's not mine, it's Sherlock's. He gave it to me. You don't have to return it to him, and he doesn't need it anyway."

Watson nodded and put the card back.

"That's right. Anyway, he won't step out of that room except for handling cases. These days, he has been yelling and talking about being boring, which has tortured Mrs. Hudson and me. If you don't find something for him to do quickly, I'm afraid he will be very angry." Soon the doors to the entire apartment building will be knocked down."

"Don't worry, it will be there soon."

Watson glanced at Mora and smiled suspiciously, "What do you know? I always feel that you know more about him than his brother."

"Oh?" Mo La became interested, and asked along with the words, "How do you say it?"

"They said he was mentally ill, and a female police officer called him a 'monster'. The only ones who really trusted him were his brother and the police chief, but they just trusted, but didn't understand, so their faces always There is doubt, but you won’t, just like when you saw him throwing the egg tart to me that day, you were not angry, but a little disappointed, because you know what kind of person he is, but you still have a glimmer of hope, when hope When it’s broken, you feel lost.”

Mora was stunned. Through Watson's words, she knew that she had unknowingly revealed so many emotions.

why?

The real contact between her and Sherlock is only a few hours. A person who has only been in contact for a few hours can make her feel annoyed, lost, and annoyed. This is unprecedented. Could it be that she Was it influenced by Jasmine's feelings?

"Jasmine? Jasmine?"

When Mora came back to her senses, Watson was looking at her suspiciously, "What were you thinking just now? I called you several times but didn't answer."

"It's nothing." Mo La smiled, "It's just a distraction."

At noon, Mora cooked a whole tofu feast for everyone, steaming, frying, frying, frying, stuffing, and boiling together. An ordinary tofu was made into seven tricks.

"Oh, my God, I've never seen a person who can make tofu in so many ways, Jasmine, you are amazing." Mrs. Hudson was obviously frightened, staring at the table full of colorful dishes. All kinds of tofu, happy from ear to ear.

"It's nothing." Sherlock looked at Mora and said in an unemotional tone, "The best Chinese chef can make fifteen different tricks, obviously you still have room to improve."

"I accept." Mo La nodded. She didn't expect to say any words of praise from him, as long as she didn't refute her, she would be thankful.

"It's pretty good to be able to do this. You must know that someone never goes out of the kitchen, and doesn't even go shopping in the supermarket." Watson forked a piece of baked tofu into his mouth, and was immediately captured by the delicious food, "Hurry up Try it, it's much better than the ones in high-end restaurants."

"you this,,,,,,"

Sherlock was about to say something when he suddenly felt something in his mouth.

Mora took back the spoon and looked at Sherlock who was gagged with tofu, "Please don't talk while eating."

Sherlock glanced at her calmly, then looked at Watson and Mrs. Hudson next to him, who were completely focused on their own food, did not look at him at all, and naturally did not listen to him.

He closed his mouth, began to chew, and then nodded unconsciously.

In the quiet restaurant, exclamations about the delicious food sounded from time to time, and the soft sound of the knife and spoon touching the plate, Maura's eyes swept over Mrs. Hudson and Watson, and finally stopped on Sherlock, showing a soft smile. Smile.

Mora walked quietly through the crowd, passing by different people, listening to them talking about their relationship and work.

No matter how intelligent and unique you are, as long as you stand in the crowd, you will inevitably be obliterated by the ordinary.

This is dunya life.

"Jasmine?"

A luxury car stopped in front of Mora, and a pair of straight legs stepped out.

"Mr. James?" Mora looked at the person in front of her suspiciously, "Where are you going?"

"Oh, I'm planning to go to Chinatown to pick up the goods that a friend consigned to me from China. Let's go for a walk. Do you want to go with me?"

"Chinatown? Seems interesting."

James turned sideways to get out of the car's empty lane, held the car door with his left hand, and made a very gentlemanly gesture of invitation with his right hand. When Maura lowered her head and entered the car, James' right hand was placed flat on top of her head , to keep her from bumping her head.

Mo La glanced at him calmly, showing a slightly appreciative smile, after all, there are not many such men, and she was lucky to meet one.

Chinatown is a place where all Chinese who come to London will come. Like pilgrims, they look at traditional Chinese-style buildings and try to find a little comfort from the motherland in this strange city.

Most of the storefronts are very old, with traditional red pillars and blue tiles, and the scars of the years are left everywhere.The familiar oriental face, and the pure foreign language uttered from the mouth, Mo La, who wanted to hear Chinese, was a little disappointed.

She followed James' footsteps into a Chinese store. The store was very deserted. A thin old lady stood at the counter, surrounded by goods such as beckoning cats, porcelain cups, and tea sets.

James greeted Mora and entered the inner hall. When he came out, he had a rectangular box in his hand. It was carved from high-quality agarwood, and its surface was polished very smooth by time.

"What is this?" Mora asked curiously.

James opened the box, and an emerald green hosta appeared in front of Mora's eyes, with a simple and simple style. The head of the hairpin was shaped like a capital letter E, which is the abbreviation of "phoenix" in oracle bone inscriptions.

"A hosta was bought for me by my friend on a Chinese website. I didn't want it at first, but he insisted on buying it for me. He said that if he gave it as a gift to a lady, it would be very face-saving. I went to I still haven’t figured out what this face means.”

"It can probably be understood as dignity and glory. Chinese people like to talk about this word, but Chinese is too broad and profound. Sometimes a Chinese character can't be explained with a hundred English words."

James glanced at Mora in surprise, "You seem to know Chinese very well."

"I like to read Chinese martial arts novels, only for hunting occasionally."

As soon as I walked out of the store, I met an oriental woman who was coming out of the next door. She was wearing a cheongsam, revealing a graceful charm, which seemed to embody all the essence of the Jiangnan water town. Only those who have seen the beauty of the Jiangnan water town must not Take your eyes off her.

Not only did her heart sink when she saw the signature at the door.

"Why don't you leave?" James looked suspiciously at Moura who stopped suddenly.

"hungry."

Seeing the Chinese restaurant across the street, Mora remembered that she had only eaten two slices of toast in the morning, and it had been four hours now, and it was time to eat.

James immediately understood, "I'm sorry, I was negligent, it's time for lunch." Then he pulled Moura and walked ahead.

Mo La looked at the hand, raised her eyebrows, and followed James' pace in silence.

The author has something to say:

The blind banker is finally here, and Mora's other identity is about to appear. In order to capture Sherlock, I'm letting her lay out a net.