[Comprehensive] The sea of ​​stars

John Watson is an elegant and honest man, even if Sherlock keeps his human organs in the refrigerator, hangs white skulls on the hangers, and uses their cups to hold chemical liquids with scary purple bubbles, he will Always with a gentle smile.

His good temper can accommodate all of Sherlock's quirks, but it doesn't include listening to Sherlock's bared teeth grinding his ears like fingers scratching a violin on a blackboard at one o'clock in the morning.

Watson looked at the long and thin figure by the window that blended into the night, the anger in his heart slowly settled, and finally he could only say helplessly: "Sherlock, please do me a favor, it's already early in the morning. It makes a lot of noise and the neighbors will complain about you."

Sherlock put down the violin and looked at Watson, his emerald eyes were full of complaints: "Watson, I need something to think about, I'm almost bored to death."

"Sherlock, I remember you said yesterday that you had found an interesting case. I thought you would be busy for several days."

"That case is indeed interesting, but the murderer has been caught, it's just that the strange goldfish can't figure out the motive of the murder." Sherlock seemed a little dissatisfied, and his flat tone also slightly rose: "I I think I explained it in detail and in place, and my attitude is as you said, very friendly, why didn't that goldfish come to me again, she must have many very interesting cases there."

Watson was a little helpless. He rubbed his eyes, sat on the sofa, and stared at the high-intelligence detective: "Sherlock, that case happened only yesterday. How could there be another case soon? I think you should be very concerned about it." Just be clear about that.”

"No, Watson, you've misunderstood me. I'm not trying to catch the murderer, just enjoying the thought process. And that poor American woman, who knows a lot of FBI people, has access to a lot of interesting cases. I Help her out, she's got me a case, perfect deal, isn't it."

"Wait, how do you know, uh, that's an American woman? And that she's on good terms with the FBI?"

"Dear Watson, this is a very obvious fact. First of all, her words and sentences have a very strong American style, and the description of her clothing is also in line with the current trend in the United States. Second, she can cooperate with the local police department. Only the group of profilers who belong to the FBI's Behavior Analysis Department can solve the vicious series of cases. Knowing the details of the case, but without the brains to analyze the truth, it is obvious that this woman is not a profiler, but just knows those FBI .”

[An Ya: The American style is only built into the system. The system supplements the details of the case. In fact, I don't know anything... So, I don't recite the pot of low IQ _(:3ゝ∠)_]

Watson was once again overwhelmed by Sherlock's interlocking and meticulous analysis: "Well, Sherlock, your analysis is wonderful. So, do you have that lady who explained the content of the transaction clearly?"

Sherlock was eerily silent for a while: "I think the message I left on the deal (the detective-name, um, perfect) is very clear."

Seeing Sherlock like that, Watson knew that he must have only left some willful (poisonous) (tongue) words.

"Sherlock, I..."

"Watson, I think we can get busy."

"Sherlock, what are you talking about? Check the time. It's early in the morning. You need to get a good night's sleep. Get up tomorrow morning. I can accompany you to Scotland Yard..."

"We have a case, Watson."

Sherlock interrupted Watson's words. Under his broken eyes, he quickly walked to the side to turn on the light, and then sat upright on the chair, his body filled with slow excitement.

Watson: "..." Why would someone come to the detective in the middle of the night? ! !How shady is it? ! !

Although he does have adventure factors in his bones, these factors have fallen asleep now, okay?

"Watson, what are you thinking, hurry up and meet our guests."

Glancing at the big detective who couldn't restrain his excitement, Watson sighed deeply, got up slowly, and walked down.I hope Mrs. Hudson won't drag him into complaining tomorrow...

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After finally installing the mobile phone, Anya immediately dialed Reid's number, but before she had time to disclose the key information, she heard the excited and sad voice of the little doctor on the other end of the phone, telling her that the case was over.

wtf? !Case closed? !

She was busy with tasks and trigger points, all kinds of physical and mental exhaustion mixed with sorrow and joy, and finally lit up the golden finger, and now she only said one sentence, the case is closed!

teasing her!

……

Sooner or later, she will die with this hot chicken game!

After Rhett finished speaking, there was silence on the other end of the phone.

The realization that his words might have made Anya feel depressed and sad made Rhett a little uneasy.He felt a little regretful that he shouldn't have told the story of Mrs. Siss's suicide just now.

"Anya, uh, sorry, I made you unhappy."

No, it's not your fault, it's all because the hot chicken from the producer insisted on following this kind of love and killing routine!

Anya gritted her teeth silently for a while before she calmed down a little: "No need to apologize, Rhett, I will know sooner or later. It is much better for you to tell me the news than for me to find out by myself later. After all, I know, and I will Someone is with me."

The girl's soft voice came from the phone, and the word "accompany" made Reid's face flush red, and he felt a numb feeling in his heart.

When he was in high school, he liked a girl who was warm and cheerful, but he was ruthlessly deceived and teased badly, so that he never wanted to and did not dare to have a good impression of a girl again.

However, Anya made him feel how satisfying and beautiful it is to be alone in his heart, full of ironed happiness.

"Red, I'm going on a business trip to Virginia in a few days."

"Uh, yes, yes."

Reid suddenly became nervous, he, he seems to understand things like his mind, but he is not ready to face Anya again so soon, he hasn't finished reading the novel written by Anya yet qaq

Anya wanted to say a few more words, but Rhett was about to start boarding the plane, so she had to hang up the phone.

Reid, who was saved, breathed a sigh of relief, stood there for a while, then put his hands in his pockets, unconsciously raised a happy smile, and walked quickly to Morgan and the others.

"Red, you came just in time. Here are the biscuits made by Anya and the drink she prepared. Would you like to try them?"

Hodge smiled and handed the things to Rhett. The cute bear biscuits exuded a sweet fragrance, and the beautifully colored mango juice in the cup swayed slightly, making it look more delicious.

"Thank you."

Reid pursed his lips and took the things from Hodge.After staring at it for a long time, he slowly put it in his mouth. The rich milk fragrance spread instantly, making his mood jump even more and his smile even more lovely.

Gordon paid attention to Rhett for a while, and there was a look of comfort in his eyes.It appears that his fearsome prodigy has finally learned to relax a little bit.

Anya hung up the phone and fell on the bed weakly.She really couldn't imagine what Alex had written, but it seemed that going to Virginia had already been settled. Even if she was reluctant, she could only bow down for five buckets of rice.

Turning over and rubbing against the soft pillow, Anya relaxed and closed her eyes.After a while, it suddenly opened, and quickly sat up from the bed, took out the electric shock device and assumed a defensive posture.

Just now, a strange emotional response appeared in her heart, and the devil's breath suddenly started, indicating that there was a dangerous person nearby.Within five meters... Maybe it's lurking in her home!

Ann Ya weakly swallowed her saliva nervously, moved her steps carefully, and checked carefully in the house.

Open the closet with a slam!Slam it open and lift the bed!Push the shoe rack away!Pull open the drawer (...)!

She didn't miss any corner, turned around carefully, and didn't even find a trace of strangers, and the induction that lasted for a while quietly disappeared.Without any clue, she could only give up the search resentfully.

However, she still locked the doors and windows very carefully, and set up a bunch of small traps to ensure that even if the bad guys couldn't be stopped, she would be able to wake her up, so that she wouldn't get caught by the dog inexplicably in her sleep.

However, Anya thought too much...

Because she was so scared that she didn't fall asleep all night. The next day, with big dark circles under her eyes, she got on the plane to Virginia ahead of schedule.

Don't be afraid of opponents like gods, but be afraid of enemies you can't see clearly!

However, it was obvious that this enemy had no intention of letting Anya go.On the night she arrived in Virginia, the devil's breath was activated again, and a shadow flickering outside the window confirmed that someone was indeed watching her.

There is no trace, no evidence, even if she calls the police, 911 will not be able to deal with it.

Anya took a deep breath and called Morgan.Morgan rushed to the hotel without saying a word, and the two waited in the living room for a whole night, but the black shadow did not appear again.

"Sorry, Morgan, maybe I was wrong."

Anya apologized and handed Morgan a cup of hot coffee, and called him over at night, but nothing happened. It was really embarrassing and even more disturbing.

Morgan saw that Anya was at a loss, and comforted softly: "It's okay, Anya, I will tell JJ to let her and Emily stay with you at night."

"Thank you, Morgan."

As soon as Anya's words fell, the knock on the door rang without hesitation.She smiled shyly at Morgan, walked over and opened the door.There was no one at the door, only a beautifully wrapped gift box.

Some worried Morgan also followed: "What is this? Could it be a small gift from a fan?"

"Morgan."

Anya yelled helplessly, and bent down to pick up the gift. Some kind of wet and greasy liquid was stained in her hand, so she freed one hand and lifted it up.

The dark red liquid exudes a strong bloody smell.The blood marks on the ground are square...