[Comprehensive Sword Three] Who dares to hit my son

"Hmm... aha..."

In the quiet bedroom, Anna and Sherlock were sitting one and standing the other, their eyes met, but they were speechless.

The activity played on the computer seemed to have entered the first stage, and the movement was louder and louder, and the sound made people feel red in the face.But it was obviously such an ambiguous voice, falling in this bedroom, it didn't make people blush at all, but revealed a strange and embarrassing sound.

After Anna yelled, the two had been confronting each other in silence for a long time.In the end, it was Sherlock who broke the situation first.

He stretched out his hand and spread it in front of Anna, revealing the small and lovely earrings in the palm of his hand.

Sherlock coughed, turned his face away from Anna's sight, and said, "I... I came to return your earring, which accidentally stuck to my clothes just now."

Anna grabbed the earring embarrassingly, her face flushed, and she was still weakly defending: "Sherlock... things... are really not what you see... I'm not..."

There was a bigger movement from the computer.

Anna felt that her face was almost turning pale.

Sherlock also felt that this was simply the most embarrassing scene he had ever encountered in his life.He started to move his feet, facing Anna, and slowly backed out of the door: "If there's nothing wrong, I'll... go back first."

At this moment, intermittent voices came from the computer.The timbre of the voice sounds specially processed, and it looks neither male nor female. The other party should have used something like a voice changer on the computer over there.Although the tone was strange, the words that came out were very clear.

"Don't worry, Sherlock...sir, since all...have come, just...just listen to what I have to say before leaving."

With a low growl coming from the other end of the screen, some inappropriate sounds finally stopped coming from the computer.After the rustling sound of getting out of bed, accompanied by the sound of the chair being pulled away, the opposite camera was adjusted, and the target was the man's chest wrapped in white pajamas.

From just now until now, on the computer side, although their entangled bodies can be seen, Anna and Sherlock have been unable to see the man's face from the angle of view.

After hearing what he said just now, Sherlock stopped walking and came to the computer instead.

"This unknown gentleman, the way you appear is an eye-opener?" He asked, with a calm and wise expression, completely different from the previous appearance.

The chest on the screen moved, as if shrugging, the voice was still so nondescript, it seemed to be a little distressed, but more malicious and cynical, making the tone even more distorted: "No way, I originally sent A man came to blow up Miss Anna's house to start our game, but I overestimated his ability and underestimated Miss Anna's ability. You know, I was also very annoyed when I received the news of failure at this time. But I have always been willing to make up for the loopholes, so I came to contact Miss Anna immediately, hoping that she can help me convey the news to you, I didn't expect you to come here suddenly, but it's not bad."

The voice paused, the chest seemed to be getting closer to the camera, the distorted voice rang out again with a smile: "I forgot to introduce, my name is - Moriarty."

The person on the other side of the camera stood up, pushed the chair away and walked out of the screen: "Go back to 221b Baker Street, Mr. Sherlock, you will get the invitation letter for the game I gave you soon."

As soon as the voice fell, the screen on the computer began to distort. It was a blue screen for a while, and a silvery white snowflake for a while. This lasted for a few seconds, and the screen suddenly turned black and returned to silence.

"Anna, how is it?" Sherlock turned his head and asked. Through long-term observation of Anna, Sherlock already knew that Anna was able to detect data not because of her superb hacking skills, but because she had a magical ability to The ability to mobilize networks in the brain.And Anna did not deny this fact. After all, based on her understanding of Sherlock, Sherlock would not reveal these little secrets of hers, and the two of them tacitly agreed.

"No." Anna shook her head: "His IP has a lot of cover, and it's hard for me to detect it. Just after I got a little clue, he hung up and lost the signal."

Obviously Moriarty came prepared.

"Sherlock, there's something wrong with you." Anna looked at Sherlock's stern face because of thinking, and said, "If it was normal, you would have jumped up happily by now, not like now...then... Be quiet. Not to mention you've been yelling and being bored for days."

"According to Moriarty's current means, I don't think his way of sending letters will be too friendly." Sherlock lowered his head slightly, in a contemplative state, and said lightly: "And why did he suddenly make such a big move?" It is also worth pondering. But what is certain is that the stakes are not light, and human life is likely to be involved. And according to his action of wanting to blow up your house to remind me, there will definitely be explosions in the future... "

Sherlock's eyes were lowered, the pupils half-hidden by thick lashes, casting a shadow over the lower lids.He stood under the light, and the warm yellow light slanted down from the top of his head, pulling out a long black shadow behind him.

Seeing Sherlock like this, Anna's heart skipped a beat unconsciously, but the situation was fleeting, and even Anna herself didn't notice it.

"So, are you worried about others?" Anna asked with a smile.

"Oh, of course not, people will die." Sherlock came back to his senses and shook his head gently: "I've just started thinking, Moriarty, the bombing case is really exciting, isn't it? I'm going home and putting on some nicotine tablets to keep me high, I can't wait."

Sherlock strode forward a few steps, stopped suddenly, turned around, and stammered a little: "By the way, Anna...I..."

"What's wrong?" Anna looked at Sherlock with a puzzled face. She was leaning against the door, and the light hit her, as if she had been coated with a layer of warm orange light. Looking at him for a moment, as if all the attention was focused on him, focused and intoxicating.

"...It's nothing." Sherlock looked at Anna for a few seconds, and said, he turned his head, walked down the stairs, and waved back as he walked: "Go to bed early, you are tired today."

Anna watched Sherlock go down the stairs, walked to the window of the living room and watched Sherlock walk across the street back to 221b Baker Street. , A poisonous tongue, completely ignorant of the world, wandering around the scene of the crime trying to make fun of himself, doing his own way, being defiant, and being considered a freak by others.Today, he is still like this, but today's Sherlock makes her feel a trust and peace of mind that she has never experienced before. Why is this?

"Sherlock Holmes." Anna pronounced the name in a soft tone that she had never used before, as if every word flowed on her tongue one by one, looking beautiful and moving.

Her chuckle came through the air, Anna shook her head, and turned away from the moonlight in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, but she didn't know that at the moment she left, Xia Xia, who was standing in front of the door of 221b Baker Street, was holding the doorknob. Locke turned his head and glanced in the direction of the floor-to-ceiling windows as if by accident. Seeing that the lights were off, he wiped his face, opened the door and walked into the apartment.