Silent guardian

"Molly, can I invite you to lunch with me?"

James stopped Moura, who was about to go to the cafeteria, outside the laboratory, with an expectant look on his face.Maura noticed that his attire today was very formal, and he also wore a dark blue bow tie.

"Didn't you already invite?"

James was a little puzzled, "When?"

Maura couldn't help laughing, then repeated his words, "Can I invite you to lunch with me?"

This is a bad sentence, but Mora didn't go into it any further. After all, it's very rare for James to say words that don't match his image.

"Then do you agree?"

Is this going on a date with her?Or is it just a social courtesy of hospitable British friends?

For a while, Mora couldn't make an accurate judgment, but she always had a sense of disobedience in her heart. From knowing James to now, she has never let go of her hidden vigilance towards James.

I would rather be unfeeling than sentimental!

She understands the role that emotions play in life and can be important, but never let it cloud your rational judgment.

She suddenly understood why Sherlock never worked hard on emotional matters, it was indeed a very laborious thing.

James was very patient. He didn't speak, but just waited quietly for Mora to make a decision after weighing the pros and cons.

"James, it's too sudden,,,,,," Moura said with some embarrassment, "I,,,,,,"

"Hi, Molly."

A cold voice suddenly came from the corridor on the right, which sounded like heaven to Mo La.Sherlock was still wearing a black coat, a dark blue scarf, and a head of curly hair. The gentleman walked up to Mora, "Can I use the key to your dissection room?"

"what are you going to do?"

"Sherlock Holmes?" James was a little flattered, and extended his hand of friendship very politely.

"I'm a big fan of yours, I really didn't expect to see you here."

"Ah, hello." Sherlock shook his hand back.

"James King, the youngest shareholder of Bats Hospital." Mora stated James' identity with a little admiration.

James didn't take it seriously, but smiled modestly, "It's just a son inheriting his father's business."

"You changed suitors so soon?"

"What?" Mora obviously couldn't keep up with Sherlock's thoughts, and didn't react for a while, and James looked at Mora with a puzzled look.

"Coffee, Maike from Dlierlang, forget it so soon?" Sherlock shifted his gaze to James, "I live alone, I don't drink alcohol, I only smoke cigars, I don't go to nightclubs, I like golf, and the coat is handmade from Italy. BilancioniZejna, next Kiton from Naples, which just went on the market two days ago, how can a gentleman with such extraordinary taste buy that kind of street stall?"

As soon as the voice fell, there was an instant silence.

After coming here for a long time, James said with lingering fear, "Fortunately, I don't have any bad habits, otherwise I would be in big trouble."

"Hmph." Sherlock made a snorting sound. Seeing that the situation was not good, Maura pushed Sherlock into the laboratory, "Sorry, James, I can't have lunch with you. I will make an appointment next time." .” Without waiting for the other party to answer, he closed the door with a “bang!”

Sherlock who entered the laboratory didn't stop, and continued the topic just now, "He likes to play games, and he likes one-night stands more, but the strange thing is that he is willing to spend so much time and energy on you, which is really rare."

"puff!"

Mo La inserted the scalpel into the corpse with a dark face, and Yin Hong quickly fainted on the white cloth. She asked loudly, "Do you like exposing other people's privacy to the public so much?"

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Mora was so angry all of a sudden, "I just wanted to let you see the facts clearly, short-term pain is worse than long-term pain."

"Sherlock."

"what?"

"Not everyone wants to know the truth. The truth and happiness cannot coexist. The truth can only make people suffer. That's why the vast majority of people choose to be smart and pretend to be confused."

"Are you calling me stupid?" Sherlock stared at her sharply.

"I didn't." Maura glared at him.

"You have." Sherlock persisted in this topic, "You said that most people choose to be smart and pretend to be foolish, but I am not the majority, and I don't bother to be with people with low IQs."

Mora couldn't help but sarcastically said, "This, I admit, you are really smart, so you don't even know that the earth revolves around the sun."

"Oh, hell!" Sherlock rubbed his hair and said angrily, "Why do you all hold on to this question? John is like this, and so are you. Is the sun orbiting the earth or the earth orbiting the sun? Go around, go around, go around, just like a teddy bear in the zoo, but what does it matter to me?" He gestured back and forth in the air with his hands as he spoke, like a man who is unreasonable and unrepentant. The child, how can there still be the elegant demeanor just now.

"Pfft!" Looking at him like that, Mo La couldn't help laughing, and the depression in her heart was swept away.

Sure enough, he had a fever, and he would argue with Sherlock Holmes about a common sense that even elementary school students know.

Sherlock stopped, straightened his clothes, and asked solemnly, "Are you laughing?"

Mora paused for a moment, then her smile deepened, and she compromised, "Yes, I'm laughing, I'm laughing at myself, how could I argue with you on such a stupid question."

"Aha, good to know."

"However, I still want to remind you in a friendly way." This time, Mora was serious.

Sherlock nodded, "Go ahead."

"Sometimes there's nothing wrong with knowing a little bit about these things. Maybe you'll use them someday. If it's about art and happens to come across a starry sky or something, it might be the key to solving the case."

Sherlock stared at Mora, nodded after a while, "Well, that makes sense." Then he said, "Can you give me the key to the dissecting room."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Mo La hurriedly took it out and handed it to him, "What are you going to do?"

Sherlock bared his lips, "Cut off the dead man's head."