[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

Entremiamoryyohandelelevantarse, trerestasnochesotrestasparedes, yelmarseráunamagiaentrenosotros.

Between me and my love shall be erected, three hundred long nights as three hundred high walls, and the sea shall be a field of magic between us.

Sherlock barely dared touch her at that moment.

His deep sea-like green eyes blinked slowly, as if confirming the authenticity of the picture in front of him.

Gloria's eyes were closed tightly, and her chest seemed to stop rising and falling. For a second, it seemed that her beautiful blond hair was no longer shining.

But that was actually just his illusion, her curly long golden hair was still shining brightly, she was still so beautiful, nothing had changed, she just lost all consciousness and fell to the ground like this.

At the same second, his omnipotent brain almost stopped functioning, and his heartbeat also stopped.

But his weakness only exists in this long second.

The cold-tempered consulting detective's eyes were bloodshot, but he still forced himself to kneel on the ground calmly. He didn't dare to move Gloria. Sherlock's face was pale. Until he got close, he finally heard Gloria's weak but real breathing.

Sherlock Holmes had at last allowed himself a little fear of not being able to lose her.

His usual omnipotent brain resumed functioning. Although Gloria's physique was poor, she would never fall into a coma under normal circumstances. He had already ruled out all possibilities in just a second.

It wasn't a physical problem, or it was caused by foreign objects, and only the final conclusion remained - in front of him, Gloria had accidentally ingested a non-lethal poisonous drug.

Not those deadly potions, but just to intimidate Gloria or him at a crime scene like this.

Including today's murder method that is exactly the same as the kidnapping and torture that Gloria experienced before, all are forcing her to remember the past, and that nightmare never ends.

Before Scotland Yard reacted, Sherlock had already decisively picked up the girl in his arms and ran towards the ghost sports car.

Inspector Lestrade called him hastily, "Sherlock!"

The consulting detective in the ghost sports car just started the car very fast. He didn't have time to waste a single bit of time on others, even though he knew that the medicine Gloria accidentally ingested was not fatal.

Gloria, the co-pilot, was breathing weakly but steadily, without convulsions, respiratory failure, or cardiac arrest.

Just because of her coma, Sherlock couldn't hide the anger in his heart. His expressionless side face was cold and evil. There was no doubt at all. No matter who the poisoner was, if he appeared in front of Sherlock now, he would definitely be killed. Angry consulting detective sent to meet God.

He forced himself to calm down, and noticed that most of the purified water Gloria had put in the driver's seat was left in the small light blue bottle. Sherlock remembered that Gloria had only taken a few sips of water.

Sherlock was driving a ghost sports car, and he unscrewed the water bottle with one hand and put it under his nose, there was an almost negligible fragrance.

And this can almost be ignored. For him, Gloria had suffered contusions in her skull during the two kidnapping encounters, causing sensory damage. Neither the sense of smell nor the sense of taste can be called sensitive, just the state of ordinary people.

He was so eager to know the reason for Gloria's coma that he swallowed a small mouthful of water.

It is still a slightly sweet taste, which is also negligible.

He is now all but certain that the bottle was filled with sodium benzoate, a common preservative whose use has been limited in recent years by concerns about its toxicity.

Sherlock shook the water bottle, apparently there is no sediment, this medicine is very soluble in water, odorless and has almost negligible fragrance and sweetness, it is difficult to detect when mixed with food.

Sodium benzoate is less toxic, and Sherlock isn't concerned about the negative impact it will have on his health, so the toxicity of sodium benzoate in such doses is almost negligible.

But Gloria is obviously different, not to mention that she is not as healthy as ordinary people, what is more important is that sodium benzoate can react with vitamin C in the body to form much more toxic benzene, and Gloria has always taken compound Vitamin C boosts immunity habits.

—— Familiar with her past and habits, intimidating and threatening her to remember the tragic experience.

This man swept back with the nightmare of the past, but Sherlock would never allow Gloria to be treated like this.

The ghost sports car parked in the underground parking lot of the hospital. Sherlock carefully picked up Gloria. He had already contacted the hospital to provide first aid at any time, and he was the attending physician for this operation.

In the operating room, Gloria was pushed in and began to perform gastric lavage. After the first lavage, the liquid drawn out had been collected and sent for testing to identify the type of poison.

With a cold face, Sherlock inserted a catheter into her stomach for lavage gently and swiftly, but the uncomfortable physical stimulation still made the comatose Gloria cough uncomfortably from time to time, and the tears in the corners of her eyes never stopped.

Until the end, Sherlock was so pale that he seemed about to pass out.

He only hoped that he was the one lying on the operating table. Gloria's painful groans nearly collapsed the indestructible Sherlock Holmes.

In the ward, the comatose Gloria frowned uncomfortably, as if she was also being attacked by a nightmare in her sleep.

The back of her right hand was pierced with a hanging needle, and the blue blood vessels under her fair skin were clearly visible, making her look even thinner and vulnerable. Even though the toxic substances in her body had been drained out by gastric lavage, Gloria was still exhausted and hadn't woken up yet.

Sherlock sat on the chair by the bed, staring at her without saying a word, his pale fingers warming the back of the girl's cold hand from the liquid ingestion.

He stared at Gloria's elf-like side face, his deep sea-like green eyes were jumping with surging tides, as if he wanted to send all the love in his life to her eyes.

Before meeting Gloria, Sherlock Holmes was indifferent, withdrawn, out of place but fearless, and the future Sherlock Holmes may never be able to get rid of this cowardly state of mind that is afraid of losing her.

But he would rather not be invincible than not have this sweet girl in his life.

He was too arrogant, fearless on Baker Street full of MI[-] agents, but ignored too many dangers that Gloria might encounter.

Almost, she couldn't breathe and lie here stably, if the bottle of pure water with tampered hands and feet was not injected with low toxicity sodium benzoate, but a highly toxic agent like potassium cyanide——

He will lose her forever.

Sherlock is like every normal man who has regained his love, he almost wants to thank God, even though he never believed in the existence of that thing.

Sherlock's deep and charming green eyes were closed at this moment, and he stuck to the back of Gloria's hand, leaving a drop of wet liquid that was almost negligible.

The sun was shining on her soft blond hair, and at the second when the back of her hand was wet, Gloria's eyelashes moved slightly, and then, as if awakened, she opened her eyes Mesmerizing gray-blue eyes.

She looked a little confused, she couldn't figure out where she was for a while, until she saw the ward in front of her, she frowned and remembered that she seemed to have passed out.

"Sir?" She looked at Sherlock asking for help, hoping that the omnipotent Mr. Detective could help her out.

Sherlock just pressed a deep kiss between her eyebrows, and there was real love in his eyes.

Gloria was on the verge of panic. Could it be that she had cancer?

The blonde girl tried to maintain a calm expression, with grievance in her eyes, and looked at him pitifully, "Sir, am I in the terminal stage of cancer? Tell me the truth, how long can I live—ah, it hurts!"

Sherlock withdrew the finger that had just tapped her forehead, there was no way, this girl really deserves a beating sometimes.

Gloria rubbed her forehead with her left hand, and looked at him angrily, "You raped me!"

The detective raised his chin, clasped his fingers and tapped again, with a haughty expression, "You are the one who deserves a beating."

Gloria: Hey, why does she think that Mr. Holmes, who bullies her, is so cute? God, she really fell into his hands, and——why does she feel that her tendency to shake M is getting worse? ?

Sherlock's pale and beautiful fingers rubbed her forehead, and the blonde girl narrowed her eyes obediently, like a snow-white and soft kitten.

For some reason, Gloria felt more and more uncomfortable in her stomach. She stroked her stomach subconsciously, and Sherlock handed the warm water to the girl, "You swallowed sodium benzoate by mistake, and you did gastric lavage two hours ago. technique."

"Sodium benzoate?" Gloria remembered that it was a preservative.

Sherlock will watch her swallow the warm liquid before continuing, "The bottle of purified water you drank in the morning was injected with sodium benzoate, which is less toxic in itself, but has nothing to do with your daily vitamin intake C reacted to produce highly toxic benzene, and today's case—" Sherlock hesitated, but concealing this matter might put her in a more dangerous situation, so he continued, "William in today's case Fred suffered the same torture as you before his death, and the types of large doses of medicine are exactly the same."

Gloria's pupils constricted, and the sudden memory of that time made her stomach feel even more uncomfortable. She almost rushed into the bathroom and locked the door. She didn't want Sherlock to see her vomiting badly. Of course Gloria wouldn't Knowing that the physician in charge of her gastric lavage two hours ago was none other than Mr. Holmes.

Gloria knelt by the toilet and vomited in the dark, although there was nothing to vomit in her stomach that had just undergone gastric lavage.

Sherlock certainly knows that vomiting after gastric lavage is a normal reaction, but he is not a medical doctor now, but an ordinary man who sees his beloved little girlfriend suffering but is powerless.

ordinary?Powerless?This is almost never a word that should be associated with him.

When he was about to kick open the door and rush in, Gloria finally unscrewed the door from the inside. She had washed her face, but her eyes and nose were red, and there were obvious signs of crying.

The playful energy she had just woken up was completely gone in this retching, and Gloria lay halfway on her side in the hospital bed.

The pain made her cry like a little girl, "Sir, my stomach hurts."

Sherlock restrained the anger of wanting to beat up the drugged person, followed her mood and lay on the other half of the hospital bed, carefully holding Gloria in his arms.

Gloria leaned forward and plunged closer into his arms, not just because of illness, whether it was the cause of death in that case or the sodium benzoate she drank in today's experience, all this proves that the kidnapping case five years ago Her mastermind is back, and she still bears the brunt of the nightmare never to escape.

Gloria took a deep breath slowly, feeling the good smell from Sherlock, her voice was sweet and loving, with a hint of gratitude, "Sir, please let me feel your heartbeat, this world is too cruel Yes, I'm a little scared."

"I won't let those mean villains hurt you again, I promise."

Love turns him into a weak man who is afraid of losing his lover, but it also gives him the determination to be invincible like a god.