[Comprehensive] The sea of ​​stars

The computer has returned to normal. The dark green wallpaper, against the bright red blood stains on the photo, is shockingly desolate.The slender body seemed to break when folded.

The hula sound of the main unit's blower slowly recovered, and the soothing and melodious melody of classical music danced in the air. His favorite Bach was as beautiful as ever.Moriarty's last "souvenir" for him!

The smile on Hannibal's face became ambiguous but even more terrifying, his pupils were filled with dark, gloomy and suffocating colors, and the subdued ferocious beast rushed out roaring and biting, bringing out a bloody light.

The black tea spilled down the table and onto the ground, leaving a bright trace.The strong smell of tea and the suppressed smell of blood merged and floated in the air.

He slowly let go of his hand, and a few pieces of blood-stained porcelain slammed on the ground, more deeply embedded in his palm, and he cut his hand. Compared with the pure white porcelain, the bloody wound looked very special ferocious.

Hannibal's face remained unchanged, and he didn't move, he just looked at the palm of his hand calmly.

When Anya was doing things, she sometimes cut her fingers accidentally.It's really strange, she is a girl who can smile and comfort others with a few broken bones, but when she encounters such a small injury, not only will her eyes turn red with pain, tears will be covered with mist of grievance, but she will also carefully put Put your fingers in your mouth, suck a few times gently, puff your face in distress and blow.

He, who has never been hurt, always felt a strange longing in his heart when he saw that scene.If he was also injured and bleeding, maybe Anya would do the same, lying on top of him, sticking out the tip of her tongue...

And now he is really bleeding, but Anya is not around, the blood is really worthless...

Hannibal casually wiped the crumbs in the palm of his hand with a handkerchief, and without bandaging, he casually put his hand on the table, knocking it over and over again.

That composite photo is just a warning, the intention is obvious.Or agree to cooperate with Moriarty, still sneaking in the dark, carrying the crime!Or just watch Anya helplessly seek his asylum and stay in the United States forever!

He would agree to let Anya go to work in the UK, firstly because Anya's energy was getting worse and worse when she was free, her eyes were tired and weak, she often fell asleep, and only work could make her enthusiastic and lively; secondly, it was because of Moriarty.

Moriarty had his eye on him as he prepared to take on Sherlock Holmes.After all, they are too similar, and it is easy to guess each other's thoughts and intentions, so it will be a matter of time before they find Anya.

Rather than letting Anya live under the shadow of being assassinated, it is better to let her go to Moriarty's domain and be a pawn.At least, as long as he is still alive, Anya will be safe!

Of course, he won't let Anya leave home for too long.

"James Moriarty!"

Hannibal read softly, let go of his hand, and the tea bag fell into the boiling water and rolled up and down.He watched the clear and transparent water slowly being dyed reddish brown, and slowly evoked a satisfied smile.

Lestrade looked at the dragging bloodstains all over the wall and the ground, the woman lying on her back on the potted plant, her unwilling and terrified eyes widened, the beautiful windbreaker was covered with bloodstains, and the messy wounds all over it... It was too horrible to look at. !

In the third case, the deceased also had a relative with intellectual disabilities who was also at the crime scene, and the weapons that caused the wounds were also in the pockets of these relatives.

There is obviously a problem, but they haven't found any favorable clues until now!

The gray-haired detective put his hope on the first person to discover this time, and he turned his head to look at the girl standing at the door who was talking softly to Donovan.

"Okay, ma'am, I'm Detective Sally Donovan, don't be afraid, I'm safe." Donovan looked at the girl in front of him who was extremely petite wrapped in a blanket, her face was pale and her head was bowed, the bruises on her neck The reflection on her fair skin was even more eye-catching, she subconsciously lowered her voice, and even put her hand gently on the girl's shoulder: "Come on, think about it carefully, have you seen anyone else since you entered this store? Or heard some strange movements?"

Anya raised her head, glanced quickly around the store, closed her eyes with some discomfort, and said in a low voice: "No, I only heard that man's voice, and only saw him. I'm sorry, I can't help you. busy."

"Oh no, it's okay, you've done a great job."

Donovan was naturally disappointed that he didn't get any useful information, but after seeing the girl's sorry and ashamed face, his heart couldn't help softening, and she couldn't help but speak out to comfort her.

"If you want to find out anything from Anya, I advise you not to waste time. Asking her is better than asking the passers-by outside the door at that time. Compared with Anya who was facing the corpse at the time, with the help of the flashlight, the field of vision It is clear that they are the most loyal audience."

Sherlock, who was lying next to the corpse and observed carefully, stood up suddenly, said something expressionless, and finally evoked an obvious Sherlock Holmes smirk, and the emerald eyes did not fluctuate: "Also, you too Noisy!"

"Sherlock!" "Sherlock!"

Two voices sounded at the same time.Watson, who was smiling and staring at the curly-haired detective, followed the prestige with some surprise, his eyes widened with disbelief.That pale but still beautiful face, moist and gentle eyes, and lips smiling towards him, perfectly overlapped with the pictures found on the computer.

"Anja Alex, miss?!"

"Oh, Watson, don't tell me, you never found out."

"really……"

"My God, what is in your little head, is it empty!"

Watson rolled his eyes, turned around and looked at Sherlock who was lying on the ground carefully observing the bloodstains, gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice: "Shut up, Sherlock! Focus on solving your case! You are the loudest one people!"

"Sherlock, if you want Mr. John to help with the autopsy, you can tell him directly instead of such a cryptic reminder."

Familiar voice, unchanging personality, um, good attitude, very suitable to be his assistant.Sherlock glanced at Anya, retracted his gaze, and refocused his attention on the obvious trace left by the third person, and quickly said a word: "That man may know something, ask him."

Anya reluctantly responded, then walked up to Watson, showed a friendly and gentle smile, and stretched out her hand. "Hello, Mr. John, just call me Anya. I've always wanted to know you, and now I finally meet you."

In the eyes that were still so pure and relaxing at the bloody scene, there was a soft wave of light, slender fingers, cool temperature, across the palm, like the evening wind blowing the surface of a lake, swaying in circles in my heart ripple.Watson froze for a moment, then smiled a little embarrassedly: "Hello, Anya, you are just like Sherlock, just call me Watson."

Watson, a British man with a gentle and tolerant personality, can't help being nervous when facing beautiful girls, especially a famous and delicate girl like Anya.

He smiled apologetically at Anya, nodded, turned around and approached the corpse, and observed it carefully.

"It is likely that he died from excessive blood loss. There are many wounds on the body, but there are no obvious fatal injuries. There may be some wounds that should not be noticed, such as the back of the head or the lower back."

Anya glanced at Sherlock, whose eyes were green and emerald with excitement, and then at the man who was pinned to the ground by a group of police detectives, sighed, and showed a somewhat embarrassed smile to Inspector Lestrade, softly He asked in a voice: "Inspector, can I, can I go and talk to that, child?"

"Sorry, that's against the rules."

Lestrade looked at the girl who was at a loss in front of him, and remembered what his friend Strauss said about asking this girl to go to bau to help with a psychological test, and then glanced at Sherlock who was running amok at the scene, and sighed helplessly. Spread your hands.

"That's the rule, you can do whatever you want."

"Thank you, Inspector." The girl bent over to him in surprise, with a grateful and soft smile.She also comforted warmly and firmly: "Detective, please rest assured, we will all help, and we will definitely catch the murderer!"

This girl is much better than Sherlock, in attitude, appearance, gender... in every sense.Lestrade raised his eyebrows, and the tightly held hands relaxed a lot unconsciously.

However, rules are still very important!

"Sherlock, you have been observing for a long time, tell me what you found."

Sherlock stood up, pulled his collar forward, and spoke a series of words very quickly. His emerald eyes were glowing with excitement, shining brightly in the night.

"The deceased was in her thirties, a flower shop owner. Her parents passed away when she was a teenager. She was a single woman, and her family assets were not much, which was just enough for her and her younger brother to live on."

"Impossible, the deceased was not single!" Lestrade glanced at the corpse. He was wearing a brightly colored windbreaker, and the hair that was stuck together due to the dried blood was obviously taken care of specially. The lipstick on his mouth was painted very seriously— — Grooming behaviors that are clearly dating women.

Sherlock gave Lestrade a strange look, stepped back to the side of the corpse, pointed at her, her hair and her hands: "If she is really going on a date, how could she have such a hairstyle that falls apart at the touch of a finger? And , she didn’t take care of her nails that were rough due to long-term heavy work, look, she didn’t even apply nail polish. This is to prevent the nail polish from being scraped into the food, and then accidentally eaten by her brother.”

"Tonight is supposed to be her brother's birthday, so she dressed up carefully to celebrate his brother's birthday. The store that was supposed to be closed also closed early. Inspector Lestrade, if you mind, you can check the courier who delivered the cake , he may well be the murderer."

"why?"

Watson, who could never keep up with Sherlock's thoughts, subconsciously asked the doubts in his heart.

"Obvious."

"Where is it obvious?!"

Watson asked angrily, and then saw Sherlock pointing to the right without looking back.There, the girl was gently holding the hand of the man who had been howling and resisting before but was now as obedient as a sheep, with a beautiful and stable smile on her face, clear and soft eyes, and lightly moving lips, talking about something.The detectives around were all admiring and shocked. Donovan even called a few detectives to investigate quickly.

Watson: ... I still don't know anything ...