[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

At night, the rain is continuous, covering everything like a curtain.

In the forest uprooted from the world's largest alluvial plain, there are towering trees, entangled vines and lush flowers and plants everywhere. It looks like an ancient and mysterious green maze during the day, but once night falls, the lush branches and leaves cover the dome. In the moonlight, the forest becomes a quiet tomb, with occasional rustling and wind blowing green leaves.But now the torrential rain for many days has buried all this sound, and there is only the noise of the rain washing and converging in the sky and the earth.

And in this forest where countless dangers and riches are hidden, beside the towering tree that can only be circled by ten people in a circle against the wind, a huge tree that was broken in the middle for some reason lay on the ground, forming a triangular shape under it. The area has become one of the few dry places nearby that cannot be washed by heavy rain.Rain was falling on both sides of the broken log, only this narrow area was as quiet as a pure land, and the two figures were able to hide here safely.

The thin moonlight is difficult to penetrate the forest and the leaves fall into the wet soil, everything around is dark, and in the extreme contrast between the noise of the rain and the silence of the night, the reflection of the occasional wet leaves provides a little vision , After getting used to the thick darkness, you can vaguely see the outlines of the two people who came here to take shelter from the rain—one with curly hair, softly drooping on the forehead because of soaking, and the outline of the chin is hard and narrow, squatting. Sitting silently under a tree trunk.The other has a low ponytail, holds a rucksack in his arms, leans against a tree root and lowers his eyes, his profile face is like a sculpture.In such a harsh environment, although the two had to shorten the distance between each other due to the small space, neither of them spoke, and it was as quiet as if it didn't exist.

I don't know how long it took, and finally, when the rainstorm gradually showed signs of slowing down, one of them first chose to break the silence——

A deep, magnetic and recognizable male voice spoke so fast that it was almost impossible to think.

"Where did you learn this set of tracking skills in the forest? Private camping class?"

Facing his thinner man, he smiled silently, took out a fresh and juicy mango from his backpack and handed it to him, and then took one for himself, slowly peeling the skin, smelling the rich mango. He smiled and answered him in a low voice, "Me?... I have lived in the wild for a long time, and I don't think you can imagine how long those days will be."

The curly-haired detective who went to the Amazon plains in South America in order to hunt down several poachers who took several lives, took the mango taken out by the other party, and took the first bite without hesitation, to comfort himself for the time being. Stomach, staring at the other party without blinking, trying to see the slightest flaw in her expression from the thick darkness.Hearing her answer, the detective thought for a second and smacked his lips. The question seemed ridiculous, but it hit the nail on the head.

"Long?" Sherlock Holmes looked sharply. "How long? Like thousands of hundreds of years?"

The woman with the ponytail didn't seem to hear what he said, she was still sucking the sweet mango juice slowly, and a few drops of rainwater leaked from the top of her head, meandering along her forehead to her cheekbones all the way to her chin, drawing out Even in the dark night, there is an incomparably deep and sculpted facial edge.

As a consulting detective who has read countless people, Sherlock Holmes has seen all kinds of people for more than 30 years, but none of them impressed him as much as her: maybe it was because of her appearance, maybe it was something else. .He is not a person who is willing to remember the faces of insignificant people, but he has to admit that this woman is one of the few "acquaintances" who can completely recall her appearance even when he closes his eyes.The last person to have this honor was John Watson.

Sherlock Holmes thought for a moment, then said, "Suppose I can believe that - this is Serra, and only Serra - is telling the truth?"

About the long life in the wild.After all, when they jointly hunted down these blood-stained poachers, the rich and proficient ability to survive in the wild she showed was not a big girl who stayed in the film and television base and apartment all day long. Stars can do it in a day or two.

Sherlock is a very good detective, but even a genius like him has shortcomings, and he has to admit that he still lacks in this aspect, so it is mostly her credit for being able to track down those poachers along the way .He had been holding some questions in his mind for a long time, and he finally stopped to rest because of the heavy rain, so he found a chance to ask them all at once.

As for whether her answer is true or false...he will try his best to distinguish clearly.

Then Sherlock Holmes was very dissatisfied and waited for a typical Serra-style answer——

"It's not important." She said casually, gnawing on the mango wholeheartedly, trying to eat all the pulp, which would give her a sense of accomplishment like the birth of a work of art.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, and his tone fluctuated slightly.He had heard too many similar answers along the way, and it seemed that she always dismissed the truth that he had worked so hard to pursue.She never sternly refused his question, but what was even more irritating was that she didn't seriously answer it either—it seemed that she came to this world without any mission or purpose, just to take a vacation.

"To you," Sherlock stared at her, "what is important?"

Serra finally finished eating the mango, put the core into the rainwater next to him to wash it clean, then lowered his eyes, looked at the flat and slightly fluffy core, seemed to be bored admiring it for a while, then smiled and said softly He opened his mouth, "What is important?... You see, Sherlock, many times when we do a big event, we will tell ourselves in advance: the process is not important, and the result is the most real. But if we fail, we will Conversely comfort yourself: the result can come again, the key is to participate—”

She raised her eyes, the original emerald green eyes were stained into a quiet and gloomy dark green in the thick night, but her breath was peaceful, as if the raindrops around her formed a transparent water curtain, separating the world from her. Come.

"And you, Sherlock, you hunt down a few criminals who have nothing to do with your life for a dead person who has nothing to do with you, and you run to this desolate rainforest thousands of miles away from home, facing hunger, insects and ants, Heavy rain, high temperature, disease, and even the danger of shooting... Do you care about the result of catching the murderer, or just the journey of justice for the dead?"

Her smile was shallow, "When you understand your choice one day, then you will find the answer about me."

Sherlock Holmes pursed his lips, expressing his dissatisfaction deeply, "I thought your answer would be the same as before, only five words at most."

have no idea.Maybe.What do you say.It didn't matter—it was a catch-all answer for her.

"I've been told that when she doesn't want to answer a question, the answer will often be longer than expected." Sherlock said flatly.

Serra shrugged. "That man was right."

Detective Curly, "..."

"What?" Sera teased him knowingly, "Are you expressing injustice?"

Sherlock, "I thought that was obvious enough."

Sera raised her eyebrows, "I haven't blamed you for your brother wanting me all over the world, I even took a huge risk to send you a Christmas message—"

She hadn't finished counting her "devotion" to him one by one, when Sherlock Holmes ruthlessly interrupted her and asked a question she hadn't expected directly, "—why the tacit proposal? "

Sera froze for a moment, it was hard to understand the detective's jumpy thinking, but her reaction was fast enough, just an instant smile filled the corners of her brows and eyes, she held her canvas bag and tilted her head slightly, looking at the calm expression of Curly Detective Mao smiled softly, "You proposed marriage with ulterior motives, and I casually agreed... What's the matter, is there any problem?"

The detective endured it, and finally couldn't hold back the long-simmering resentment in his heart, and couldn't help raising his voice slightly, "Do you know what I went through to explain this marriage proposal to my mother?"

Sera smiled deeper, "Tsk, no matter how you look at it, I'm the one who suffers more. Little Princess Xiali, a gentleman shouldn't be so narrow-minded, and be troubled by an innumerable marriage proposal." She emphasized the adjectives in it.

Sherlock immediately seized on one of the points and quickly retorted, "I've never been a gentleman." So it's right to be bitter.

Serra replied slowly, "I know. 'Gentleman' would be the last word in the world to describe you."

Sherlock snorted imperceptibly, implying, "You seem to be very experienced in this." About understanding a gentleman.

Sera's brows moved slightly, she stared at him, as if she wanted to look into his transparent eyes, and dragged her voice out, "Don't tell me... are you jealous? -Of course, if it's true, I will Would love to post a Facebook post after getting out and tell the world 'Sherlock is jealous'."

Sherlock Holmes didn't move. He looked at her with a firm tone, "You're changing the subject."

Sera said calmly, "That's right."

Curly-haired detective, "..." Even though he has full experience in answering, he will not be able to solve this kind of rogue answer for a while.

But also because of this precious interval of silence, Sherlock keenly noticed that the thin woman seemed to be trembling slightly, which brought back the details of the past that he was busy tracking down poachers in the morning and neglected - he remembered two consecutive After three days and nights of uninterrupted high-intensity travel, she seemed to cough several times in a low voice when she got up today.Based on her increasingly pale face and intermittent trembling body, the detective quickly came to a conclusion——

"You look cold." He looked at Sela, frowning slightly.The climate of the tropical rainforest is hot and humid even when it rains at night, and she was obviously shivering all the time.

Sera has long been accustomed to this guy's slow reaction in some aspects, and asked in a very flat manner, "——Look?"

Sherlock, "...but we can't make a fire." After finally chasing here, they can't be discovered by those keen and ruthless poachers just because of making a fire. Rako wasn't sure he'd be able to capture the ranger's murderers alive.

Sela raised her eyebrows, watched with interest the rare expression of struggle on the detective's face, and tilted her head, "So?..."

Sherlock sat motionless on the spot, silent for a few seconds, trying to calm down and openly said, "So do you want to come to keep warm?"

keep warm?

Sera's reaction was still flat, and she seemed to ignore him completely, "Oh. Do you have any good ideas?"

Sherlock pursed his lips slightly, fighting in his heart for a long time, finally, at the end, he raised his eyes, looked at Sera very clearly, and stretched out his hand to her silently.

Sera didn't move, just smiled lightly, and asked quite interestingly, "What is this?"

The detective replied sternly, "One of the most effective heating methods that can be thought of so far." After a pause, he added a warning, "—Don't think too much about it."

Tsk.Now that Sherlock Holmes has spoken in person, why should she refuse?Sera's smile deepened, and finally she let go of her backpack and stretched out her hand towards him.

As soon as the fingertips touched, Sherlock's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his face immediately returned to calm.He looked very straight and formulaic holding Sera's wrist, and then tightened his arms, hugging her somewhat chilly body into his arms.Her wet hair kissed his chin, the rain-like fresh and light breath, and the faint scent of fresh and sweet mango.

The warmth and enthusiasm brought by a healthy and strong male body are instantly ironed to the bone.Sera couldn't help but hugged the detective's waist tightly, her side face was almost buried in his straight collarbone.She disliked the bone-to-bones relationship, so she simply changed the direction and pressed her head against the other's warm chest. Through a layer of clothing, she could clearly hear the steady and powerful heartbeat inside.

There was a moment of stillness in the air.

"...Your heartbeat is speeding up." Sera said suddenly, breaking the originally warm atmosphere.

"..." The detective's jaw tightened, and he tried his best to keep his voice steady, "It looks like you're not cold anymore?"

"Well... it's better than before." Sera said, seeing that the detective was about to let go of her, she immediately added, "But it's warmer now."

Sherlock was silent for a few seconds.

"Then keep quiet." His low voice was full of warning.

Sierra lowered her eyes, laughed softly, and replied in a good mood, "Okay, Xiali."

The detective lowered his head, and saw that woman who was usually sharp and sharp when she was serious, but was too lazy to look like a bone when she was idle, was quietly leaning on his chest, listening to his heartbeat quietly.Her long eyelashes drooped, occasionally trembling slightly, like fragile and thin butterfly wings.Even if the light is dim and vision is blurry, he can still clearly outline her appearance at this moment in his mind: she must be squinting her eyes in enjoyment like a cat in the afternoon, with a faint smile on her lips, her breathing is steady, leisurely and lazy , A person can form a world by itself.

But what is a little different now is that at this moment, in her world, he is so intimately embraced with both arms and smells each other.

The rain screen separated all the hustle and bustle of the forest.In such an almost peaceful world, it seemed that in this short night, time became dark and slowed down.It seems that the purpose of their existence here is not to execute justice, but just to keep warm, hug, and listen to each other's heartbeat.

He remembered what she had said once: Mycroft is the Iceman.And Sherlock has a fire in his heart.

Only lonely people who are shivering because of the cold will long for the flame, and feel that the wanton burning is not scorching, but just right warmth.

"The Long Days".He thought silently in his heart.

——Will it be longer than the life you will spend with me?