[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

In the early morning, Sera opened her eyes when the first ray of sunlight leaked through the leaves.

It was warm - that was her first feeling.Lazy and comfortable, it seems that the bones are soaked in hot springs, and every cell sends out a sigh of idle satisfaction.

This is the most ordinary morning in the rainy season in the Amazon forest in South America, and the continuous rain last night soaked the ground soggy.She found that her eyebrows and hair were covered with condensed dew, but after the rain stopped, her close-fitting clothes were almost evaporated by the body temperature - not only her, but the person holding her, on the curly hair There is also dew dripping, the eyelashes are long and drooping, the eyes are closed, and the breathing is steady and slow.

Sera looked at Sherlock Holmes' sleepy eyes motionlessly, and a very subtle feeling gradually emerged in her heart: she seemed to rarely see such a peaceful sleeping face of this detective who was as quiet as a monk and moved as fast as he could. Aggressive and sharp appearance.Staring face to face at such a close distance, she found that the corners of the detective's mouth are naturally slightly upturned, but he seldom smiles, and usually stays still in thought, or exposes the truth seriously. He fell asleep, but there was still a very shallow smile on the corner of his lips, as if he was having a good dream.

It's amazing.Sierra thought.This guy was different from all the people she had ever met. He was the purest—not pure, nor gentle, but pure.There seems to be a kind of power in his eyes, which can make waves in a pool of stagnant water.

What kind of dream are you dreaming?Who is passing by in your sweet dreams?Sera was very curious about the answers to these questions, but like all curiosity before, she could always endure them deliberately, so it gradually became a silent and rational habit.In comparison, she is better at creating doubts.

She was in a daze when the person holding her suddenly said a word.

"Are you peeking at me?" Very determined tone.

Sierra's eyes were instantly awake, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows, a smile occupied her lips and cheeks faster than her thoughts, and it was obvious that there was a faint smile in her hoarse voice, "Don't you take advantage of me while I'm asleep?" Am I cheap, Charlie?"

The curly-haired detective closed his eyes, calmly and silently removed the finger that was on her waist at some point.

So Sierra got up smoothly, got out of the fallen tree trunk, took a deep breath of the fresh and moist air in the rainforest, and waited until it filled her entire lungs and her spirit became clearer before turning around and taking out the bag in the canvas bag. Water, poured out a little, and simply washed my face.

Sherlock Holmes, who sat up with her, looked at her back and thought for a few seconds.

"You are more suitable for black," he said suddenly, and when Sera turned to look at him, he pointed his finger and eyes, "I mean, here—and here."

Selavicton, bending the corners of his eyes, asked him, "Why?"

As far as she knows, many people love Sera Jones's green cat eyes, spiritual and mysterious eyes, especially when they look in the sun.Someone took screenshots of the eyes photos of [-] first-line stars in the world and put them together for voting. It turned out that the eyes belonging to Serra Jones were the most recognizable among them, with narrow and long arcs and extremely deep, as if silently flowing in the eyes. A dark river, in which all emotions are hidden.There are no stars in her eyes, but there are deep seas in her eyes.

Not to mention her long, dark chestnut hair.Anyone who has known Sierra Jones a little bit in magazines or online knows that she was born with brilliant and dazzling blond hair, but it was dyed a deep chestnut since adolescence and has never changed since then.Everyone thinks that she is more suitable for dark colors, because she has a unique temperament that cannot be imitated. Even as a model with changing shapes, her hair color has never been dyed again.

And now, this guy who has never played cards according to common sense actually told her that she is more suitable for black eyes and black hair?

She knew that Sherlock Holmes always liked to say a sentence that ordinary people couldn't understand suddenly, which represented two possibilities: one was a definite conclusion drawn after a long period of observation, and the other...

"—I don't know." Detective Curly also gave her the answer very quickly and honestly, "It's just a hunch."

Sera looked at him with raised eyebrows for a while, then suddenly smiled, "I thought that a qualified detective relies more on evidence than intuition."

Sherlock shot back immediately, "You can't do it the usual way."

oh.There is a lot of information hidden in this sentence.Sierra straightened her clothes and said slowly, "So, you haven't given up on arresting me yet."

Sherlock brushed a damp strand of curly hair to the side of his forehead and replied emphatically, "Never."

Sera bent down to pick up the bag, smiled at him meaningfully, "Well... I like this kind of true confession, it belongs to the Sherlock Holmes type of romance, doesn't it?"

Apparently after working together for a year, the detective has his own solution to Sera's tricks - he turned his head, washed his face in the same way, and then looked around with a calm expression on his face, "We Time to go."

us?For Mr. Holmes, who always likes to be independent, this is really an extremely rare and precious word.Sera did not choose to expose him, but followed his words, pointed to the direction of three o'clock, and smiled, "Over there."

Sherlock paused, turned around, and looked at her suspiciously, the expression in his eyes was very obvious: How do you know where they went?

Sera miraculously took out a mango from her backpack and threw it to him. Watching the detective catch it neatly, she took a step slowly, not at all looking like she was chasing the murderer, but more like a mango. It is a traveler who has come to travel in the forest.

"While you were asleep, Mr. Qualified Detective," Sera deliberately drew out his voice, "I was lucky enough to find their camp—it was no more than 200 meters away from the three o'clock direction, just like ours. , they did not light a fire."

Seeing the subtle change in Sherlock's face, Sera's smile deepened, "Unfortunately, the rain stopped in the middle of the night last night, so someone will always leave some marks in the mud... ..."

She looked at the detective, who was motionless and seemed to be lost in thought. She raised her chin towards him to signal him to eat his breakfast. The detective did so without much hesitation. Stare at her and cue her to continue.

So Sierra smiled slightly, "While you were sleeping soundly with my backpack in your arms, I poisoned them with a mandala growing nearby... I think you should be very aware of its toxicity? I remember you seemed to use Did it experiment on Mrs. Hudson's dog?"

The detective remained silent.

Sera looked up at the sky, "They can't go far, the time is right to go now." Judging by the dosage, maybe starting now can save a few lives, although she doesn't care about it.

However, if you are traveling with a guy who always likes to "nosy", in order to keep the journey smooth, there are some things that are better to be slightly restrained.

Unexpectedly, Sherlock Holmes did not first ask about the convulsions and foaming at the mouth of the poachers, but directly addressed another question that he was more concerned about——

"You last night...?" Didn't you get sick? ——In the middle of speaking, he suddenly remembered that this was not the first time that this happened. It's the same as whether La is lying or not, nor can she guess what her next plan is.He, Mycroft, and even his recovered sister Olos, it was difficult for them to discern her true emotions from her detailed reactions.Because she is a person who can control her physical reactions and thinking habits, a terrible and extremely dangerous criminal.A book with no ending.

Like the Sherlock Holmes, she is very good at turning disadvantages into advantages, making the impossible easy.She is one of the few people who can surprise even Sherlock Holmes.

Of course, the "surprise" component occupies the vast majority of the proportion.

but……

"Poison?" Sherlock narrowed his eyes.You must know that their murderers this time are not white-collar workers living in the city who have no self-protection ability and only rely on cleverness to win. Show mercy to a weak and beautiful woman.It is very difficult to poison their food, and as far as he knows, they do not have ready-made poison in their hands, so...

Within a few seconds, Sherlock came up with at least ten possible methods that she could adopt, but unfortunately, in the end, he eliminated them one by one, leaving only the last method with the highest probability of success, but that was very difficult to do ,unless……

"This is a forest, Sherlock, look around us, there are mysteries of death everywhere." Sera shrugged, "I don't have a good habit of carrying poisons with me, so I can only use local materials, which happen to be here Rich, I found a datura, and spent a little time grinding it, and when they fell asleep from fatigue and rainy nights like you, climbed to the tree above their heads, and mixed the powder with the raindrops spilled—"

Sherlock nodded secretly in his heart. Sure enough, he is still smart, at least he regained some of his former self-confidence, but...

"The Night's Watch?" he asked.This group of extremely vigilant poachers will not rest assured to sleep peacefully. They usually take turns to watch the night, and if the wind blows the grass, others will wake up immediately.

Sierra's expression was very flat, as if she was saying that the weather was nice, she said naturally, "Of course."

"But he didn't notice anyone approaching at all," Sherlock said with sharp eyes, "nor did he notice that anyone had climbed to the tree above him, or even poisoned them—could it be that the rain drowned out all the sounds?... No, they were like beasts Intuition, otherwise we would not have tracked them so carefully for so many days and dared not approach them easily."

Because once the distance is too close, they will find the pursuers behind them almost immediately, and there is no need to doubt that the identities of the two parties will be reversed next-the group of people will not hesitate to hunt them down for the future.And in this territory that poachers are most familiar with, Sherlock can't guarantee that he can take Serra back to London safe and sound, to meet his parents.

For that, Sera just dragged her voice slowly, stared at the front casually, and said slowly, "Well...you know, after all, I have lived in the wild for a long time..."

What she said was "very long", and its meaning was far beyond Sherlock's understanding of a lifetime, which was as long as 100 years.

The detective stared at her walking back and was silent for a moment.

"It seems that you are not only showing mercy to me." His voice was very low and deep, but she still heard it and heard it clearly.

In this world, as someone who even Dongfeng can't influence her mind, and even Mycroft can't catch her, she has many ways to escape his sight quietly, and even kill him easily. leave no trace.But she didn't.

Sherlock didn't know what she had been through, and he couldn't understand what those experiences had brought her. Her life was too long, and all he needed to focus on was the life he was a part of.So as far as he knew in this life, Sera was far beyond "merciful" to Sherlock Holmes.

He heard the woman seem to have smiled lightly, and said briskly and joyfully, "The time with you is always very interesting, how can I give up on you, dear Xiali?"

Where she couldn't see, even if the curly-haired detective had excellent self-control, he couldn't help but bend the corners of his eyes slightly, his voice was still low, "After all this is done," he said, and paused, "...then, you came back."

Back to the man who has been steadfast in saying that she will be caught and brought to justice.

Leaving his arms when the rain fell.After the rain stopped, we returned silently to spend the long night together.

He was still "sleeping" at that time.But this time, she reached out and hugged him.

And when she came back from afar in the misty morning light, put her face into his chest again, closed her eyes quietly and breathed slowly, Sherlock Holmes, who remained motionless, really let himself fall asleep, and at that moment One thing is clearly and unmistakably clear—

"After all, compared with me," Serra said softly, "you are warmer, Sherlock Holmes."

Detective Consulting followed behind, looked at her back, and said in a tone that was obviously plain but sounded so confident that he would not be beaten, "I don't just have the advantage of being 'warm'."

His advantages are many.And he is probably the one with the most merits in the entire Holmes family——

After all, he is not as cunning as he is thin and has long legs.Those who are smarter than him are not as kind as he is.It can be said without hesitation that if a person's lifelong wish is to marry into the Sherlock Holmes family, then Sherlock is the most likely and most correct choice for that person.

He didn't know if the other party understood his unfinished words, but he could clearly hear the soft smile in the voice coming from ahead——

"Then... Next, give me more surprises, Sherlock Holmes."

……

……

Colombia, El Dorado International Airport.

It's the peak tourist season, and passengers bustlingly shuttle between the aisles and elevators of the terminal building.After successfully capturing the poachers, tying them up and throwing them at the gate of the police station, Sherlock Holmes and his mysterious companions arrived at the airport, chose another country at random, and prepared to take the next flight to a better place. Far more interesting places.

However, when Sierra looked down at the seat number of the ticket, the detective, who always pays more attention to the surrounding environment, keenly found that there were people with strange expressions scattered around at a few passages, both male and female, although they were all delayed. Standing on the spot with their suitcases waiting to board the plane, but when all the passengers approaching the next flight heard the announcement and subconsciously checked their tickets, they were the only ones still looking up.

Sherlock immediately reacted to the current situation. He lowered the brim of the roll-brimmed hat he bought at the side of the road calmly, and suddenly turned around, bowed his head, and hugged Sierra was stuffing the plane ticket into her pocket and trying to speak.

The detective's unusual behavior made her slightly stunned. She didn't refuse, nor raised her hand to hug her back. She raised her eyebrows, and then heard the detective approach her ear and say in a low voice, "Don't move."

However, with these two words, Sera immediately understood his subtext.She glanced around a few points in the distance, and suddenly showed a mocking smile, "Why, do you want to warm up with me again, Sherlock?"

The detective was silent for a few seconds, "...hug me."

It really didn't sound like something he would normally ask for. It seemed that the people Mycroft sent this time were not as easy to dismiss as the previous ones.Serra raised her eyes and met the detective's downcast eyes. She smiled at him, but didn't hug him back.

Some people around cast subtle glances at them, as if they were watching a bloody romance drama: After the male protagonist realized it, he chased him to the airport with regret, and found the girl who wanted to leave sadly in time. However, the heroine couldn't convince herself to forgive the other party's betrayal. After pushing the hero away several times to no avail, she stood indifferently and refused to reply——

Even though the parties have never bothered to watch this type of TV series, they can see some abnormalities from their slightly weird expressions.However, he has never been a character who cares about other people's eyes. What can make him fluctuate is the plainclothes agents who vaguely feel that something is wrong and start to move closer to this side——

All right.Sherlock lowered his head, looked at Sera's seemingly indifferent but gloating smile, and thought in his heart: Since I have already reminded her that she would not cooperate, she must have been mentally prepared for what will happen next. You can't blame him for anything—

In the bustling airport, in the noisy fast lane, the most famous consulting detective in Britain stood in front of the most famous TV star in Britain. He raised his hand and held the slightly raised back of the other party. neck, took a deep breath——

Then kissed it.

There were children hissing and inhaling sounds around, and all the passengers who came back to their senses turned their faces unnaturally, trying to ignore this extremely dog-abusing scene.Even the agents who were slowly approaching here stopped and returned to their original positions.

Serra didn't move.She raised her eyes and looked at the pair of eyes that were close at hand.The other party also stared at her with open eyes, without blinking, as if he wanted to look into her peaceful eyes.

The automatic passage moved slowly, passing the agent.All is well.

Except for the extremely soft touch on the intimate lips, the other party's unconsciously stopped breathing, and the accelerated heartbeat.

Serra stood there motionless.And the original instigator of this incident, after seeing the agent turn around and pay attention to other places, suddenly let go of her, took a step back, looked down at her eyes, calmed his breathing slightly, and his expression was very calm, It could almost be said that he was calm and composed, and spoke lightly in a tone that was taken for granted.

"Kissing in public can cause embarrassment and discomfort, and most people will choose to divert their attention." He said, explaining it naturally, people can't find fault at all, and there is no reason to blame him.

Sela raised her eyebrows slightly and remained silent.

Sherlock's fingers back in his pocket couldn't help moving, his eyes moved aside for a moment, then turned back the next moment, looked into her eyes, and suddenly became quiet, just staring at her without speaking. .

There was a moment of silence in the atmosphere.

Seeing that the fast track was coming to an end, Sherlock didn't seem to notice it at all, just looked at her without blinking, Sera glanced behind him, and finally spoke, in the usual calm tone.

"Why, you kissed me forcefully, and you still look like you have suffered a great loss. Could this be your first kiss?"

When she opened her mouth, the curly-haired detective who secretly breathed a sigh of relief instantly found the key point from this sentence, his eyes became very sharp, and he kept his hands in his pockets, motionless, and said in a low voice, "Don't you think so?" no?"

Sierra, "Ugh..."

As an actor, intimacy is always inevitable, but both of them knew exactly what he was asking, and what kind of answer he wanted.And when Sherlock got the answer from this modal particle, the surrounding air pressure immediately became lower. He withdrew his gaze, turned around uninterestedly, put his hands in his pockets, lowered his hat, and silently recalled to her.Sela saw his slightly pursed lips from a small part of his exposed side face, which could not be more obvious in rejection.

She couldn't help lowering her head and smiled silently, and she didn't try to get him to talk as usual, but let the detective maintain this extremely gloomy air pressure until boarding the plane.She watched the other party sit down on the chair next to her in silence, pulled out a blindfold with the word "nottome" from somewhere to cover her eyes, and leaned back on the back of the chair, obviously a pair of eyes was about to go all the way. The appearance of falling asleep and refusing to participate in any conversations and games.

She watched Sherlock finish all this with interest, and the other party didn't seem to care about her eyes at all, at most he just glanced at her indifferently when her fingers pressed against the corner of his clothes, and turned away after she withdrew her hand Turning her face to the side of the aisle... The smile in Sera's eyes finally couldn't help but floated out of the corners of her lips. She gently leaned closer to Sherlock's ear, and only said a word in a low voice——

"This time... yes. Sherlock Holmes."

—Could it be your first kiss?

— Aren't you?

— This time... yes.Sherlock Holmes.

Turning his face away, the curly-haired detective, whose eyes were covered and could not see any emotion, paused slightly.

The corner of the mouth curled up slightly imperceptibly, and then returned to normal the next moment.

……

……

After getting off the plane, on the way to receive the salute, the mobile phone in Sherlock Holmes' pocket vibrated slightly, which attracted the attention of two people at the same time.

"You have a text message." Sera reminded kindly, causing the detective to give him a slight look. She smiled amusedly, and watched him take out his phone to take a look. It was indeed a text message——

"briome.

fromm.h.”

Sherlock ignored it and put the phone back into his pocket again.But before he was quiet for two seconds, there was another slight shock.

"Tsk." Sera sighed inexplicably.

Sherlock paused for a moment, then took out the phone again, and opened the second text message. There was still only a short sentence on it, in the usual Sherlock Holmes style.

"Sheis killer!

fromm.h.”

Capitalization and the final exclamation point are enough to express all the emotions the other party wants to convey.

Sera stared at the detective's profile with great interest, seeing that he seemed to be thinking for a few seconds, then moved his fingers, typed a sentence, and pressed the send button without hesitation——

"tom. h.

shebelongstome."

When he saw the "send successfully" prompt displayed on the screen, he let go of his hand, and threw the newly purchased mobile phone into the trash can next to him very easily and freely, making a thumping sound.

Sierra looked at him, and the curly-haired detective who had been arguing with her a few minutes ago turned his head to watch her, and emptied his empty pockets, with a very natural, light and unruly tone.

"I lost my phone," he said.

A small smile slowly appeared on Sera's face.

"It doesn't matter." She also replied in a flat tone, "Whether you have a mobile phone or not... Sherlock Holmes. No matter what time, I can always find you."

The detective stopped in his tracks.

A few seconds later, he took another step, and his confidence and demeanor returned to his brows and eyes again. He turned his head and looked into the distance, as if he was not talking to her, but cast his gaze at a non-existent person.

"Remember what you said." He said lightly, "If one day, you have to disappear for a short while..."

Sierra raised her eyebrows, "Are you asking me to make a promise?"

"That's right." He replied quickly, still not looking at her.

Sera looked at his profile with a smile, "I thought that a qualified detective would never involve personal feelings—"

He has a meal.Then he turned his head slowly and stared at her without blinking.

"Not so long ago, someone told me," said Sherlock Holmes in a soft voice that was almost lost in the monsoon wind, "if one day I meet a rainbow-colored person, from now on I will feel The rest is just floating clouds—"

"Do you think I will easily let her out of my life?"

Serra was silent for a moment.

"Is this another way to lure me to take the initiative to confess?" She smiled faintly.

Sherlock Holmes narrowed his eyes. He said nothing, neither denied nor admitted.

"You're very interesting, Sherlock." Sera turned her face to the side, her gaze became light and far away, "But in this world, there are many other people who are as beautiful as rainbows..."

"So," he interrupted her, "you'll be back."

Not a doubt, but a certainty.

Sera was silent for a moment, she almost wanted to sigh, and quietly looked into his eyes.

"You don't want 'me' back." Her voice was soft.

"That's for later," the curly-haired detective who got the answer raised his confident smile again. He raised his eyebrows. In this foreign country, she seemed to be able to see the high-spirited and independent consulting detective again. Silent gunpowder smoke and battlefields burned in his eyes, as if the world could not completely tame him for so many years——

"If you really... I will personally - personally arrest you and bring you to justice."

Without hesitation.Decisive.

This is the second time he has said this to her.

Sierra looked at him for a long time, and finally slowly revealed a calm and gentle smile.

"Yes, little princess Xiali." She raised the corners of her lips.

"—I'll wait for that day."