[Comprehensive] The sea of ​​stars

"Go away! You scoundrels! Sister, sister, come and save me!"

The man who had been struggling was pinned down on the ground by the police detective. He howled desperately towards the corpse, weeping, his eyes were bloodshot, and sweat mixed with black and red blood dripped all over his body. , eyes full of fear and helplessness, but at a loss like a child.

Blue veins popped out of his forehead, and the round and harmless nails that had been carefully trimmed before were now rough and sharp. If he scratched hard, he was about to leave a bloodstain on the police detective's arm.His wrists were tightly held by a pair of thin white hands.

"My God!" Donovan was taken aback. The frightening contrast between the frenzied lunatic and the slender girl made her pull out her gun subconsciously, and shouted sharply, "Stop! Fern Mo De! Or I'll shoot!"

"No, officer, don't shoot! Trust me!" Anya turned her head abruptly, with strong conviction in her eyes.She shook her head seriously at Donovan, then looked at Fern who was howling even more miserably, raised a gentle and trustworthy smile, and said softly and dotingly, "Fern, come and look at me."

"Woooooh, sister, sister..."

Fern, who was crying and ignoring at first, heard the familiar intimate tone, and suddenly struggled a lot less, and looked at Anya foolishly.Finding that it was not a face he was familiar with, but had the same gentle temperament, he whimpered a few times aggrieved, and his voice gradually became smaller.

Anya held Fern's hand along his wrist, gently drew a small circle on his palm, and then laughed out loud, her light voice added a bit of gentleness, especially like a doting Gentle sister.

"Fern, do you still remember our little agreement. If you have round palms, you will be restrained. You have to be obedient, and then there will be round donuts at night."

[The palms of your hands are circled and you can't move them, so there will be something delicious - wipe them clean, sit obediently, and wait for your sister. 】

Fragments of heartfelt voices came over.

Anya kept smiling, took out her handkerchief, and slowly approached, carefully wiping off the dirt on Fern's face.The movement was very light, and the gentleness that completely made people let go of their guard: "Fern, be good, I will wipe it clean for you, you have to be good."

Fern stared at it blankly for a while, then suddenly smiled sweetly, let his body soften and lay down on the ground, and replied nonchalantly: "Okay, wait for sister, go back and eat donuts."

Donovan stared blankly at Anya, his eyes full of disbelief.Could it be that friends of freaks also have magical powers!Why is it that the maniac who injured even the medical staff just now is so well-behaved like... a little sheep? !Or the very soft one? !

Anya touched Fern's head, the blood-stained hair was a little sticky.She wiped her hands behind her back without changing her face, maintaining an intimate attitude, squatting in front of Fern, exuding a reassuring aura.

Tilting her head and smiling sweetly, she asked softly, "Fern, did you meet any bad guys today?"

"Yes, they are. They hurt Fern so much. Fern is so scared. Sister, come and save me."

Seemingly used to being asked questions of the same concern, Fern answered very quickly, with a strong sense of grievance and attachment in his tone.In the end, he said something reflexively, his eyes unconsciously glanced at the direction of the corpse, his eyes froze when he saw the bloodstains, fear rolled up from his eyes, he opened his mouth slightly, and his body tensed , the next second will start to resist.

Anya quickly moved her upper body, blocked the shocking scene inside with a gentle smile, and naturally placed her hand on Fern's forehead, rubbing it lightly.The gentle touch of the hair being lifted up, and the small gestures of intimacy often made between siblings, made Fern slowly relax again.

"Fern, don't be afraid. I won't let these bad guys hurt you." Anya made a serious promise before continuing to ask: "But, you have to tell me, besides these bad guys, is there anyone else who bullies you? Or bully your sister?"

The blood of the dead was all over Fern's body and face, and the murder weapon was in his pocket. When he felt threatened, he would subconsciously take out the murder weapon to protect himself.Plus, he's been at the crime scene the whole time.

Therefore, Fern must have seen the murderer!And what Anya had to do was to find out the characteristics of the murderer from his mouth, and determine the search conditions!

"Has your sister ever been crying when she's talking to someone, or backing away in fear, like you do when you don't want to take a shower?"

The relaxing and soft tone, the inducing gentle words, the reassuring temperature from physical contact, and the doting smile and warmth in the eyes like a sister.

Fern poked his chin on the ground, thought for a while, raised his head, and said sweetly: "Yes, he brought a big cake, but my sister didn't like it, so she kept shaking her head and backed away, and returned it. Tears. My sister never cries."

He originally had a tone of pride and desire to be praised, but after mentioning his sister, he became more and more depressed, and finally sniffled and cried silently.

If he was still roaring and howling without image, even if he cried with tears streaming down his face, it wouldn't make people feel distressed.But now, this man with the mind of a child of only a few years old buried his face on the ground, sniffed his nose, and tears dripped down, conveying heart-piercing sadness, which was especially pitiful.

Anya held his hand tightly, leaned over and kissed him tenderly on the face: "My dear boy, you did a great job. Go to sleep obediently later."

"Yeah." Fern sniffed, nodded heavily, and looked into the flower shop with some anticipation, his voice was full of joy: "Then can my sister and I go home? My sister said today There are a lot of delicious food in the evening, and because it is my birthday, I can watch TV for half an hour."

"Your sister wants to say happy birthday to you, Fern."

Anya watched the police detective tightly grab the hand of Fern, who wanted to run back to the flower shop to take his sister's hand home, stuffed it into the police car, and drove to the police station roaring.Her heart was a little empty, her eyes were sore from the night wind, and the world became hazy.

"It seems that I got a very good clue, but unfortunately, too much time wasted."

Even if he saw a beautiful girl standing in the wind, holding her arms tightly, her eyes were red, and there was a layer of crystal water mist in her eyes, Sherlock couldn't lighten up her tenderness at all. Skill.He put his hands in his pockets, stood upright beside Anya, looked at her with some disappointment, and spoke quickly: "You just need to ask him if it's his birthday today, and whether someone sent a cake to deduce the result." , There is absolutely no need to talk such nonsense!"

Anya turned her head angrily, stared at Sherlock, and suddenly raised a bright smile.

"Yes, Mr. Detective. I only need a few questions to answer clearly, but you need to spend countless brain cells to deduce the answer. It sounds like I am indeed the worst."

A little confusion appeared in Sherlock's eyes, and he asked inexplicably: "Mr. Detective? Is this a sign of your anger? But why are you angry? I'm teaching you how to save time. As an assistant, you need such abilities .”

"Mr. Detective has so many brain cells, please come up with the answer yourself!"

Anya responded with a nonchalant smile, turned around and wanted to leave, suddenly stopped, took a few steps back, poked Sherlock's chest with her fingers unceremoniously, and jumped out word by word: "I, Not your assistant!"

Then, with stomping footsteps, he greeted the police detectives angrily, then hailed a taxi and left.

With his hands behind his back, Watson walked up to Sherlock, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a very sad tone, "Sherlock, I think you'd better read a book on interpersonal communication."

Sherlock glanced at Watson, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly showed a standard Sherlock Holmes smirk, stepped back a few steps, raised his fingers, and twirled in the air.

"No need. When one's labor results are lost to others, one will feel anger and jealousy in his heart. This is human nature, especially for women with more sensitive minds. But you, Watson, a common problem of men, when facing women , always soft-hearted, and Anya is just the kind of beautiful and gentle woman you can't resist."

Watson silently glanced at Sherlock, then turned his head suddenly, pulled Inspector Lestrade's sleeve inexplicably, and muttered in a low and shocked voice: "...Did I hear a hallucination, Sherlock would actually Praising a young lady for being beautiful and gentle?!"

Lestrade shook his head in a daze, his frozen and stiff expression was a little silly: "No, I heard that too. I always thought he was frigid and distorted in aesthetics before."

"Sex/frigidity means no interest in sex/life, i.e. reduced sex/desire. Clearly, I'm not frigid. Oh, and neither are you."

Sherlock turned around neatly, and the windbreaker drew a beautiful arc in the air.He put the gloves on slowly, then looked at Lestrade with a smirk.An ominous premonition suddenly surged in Lestrade's heart, and before he could stop it, Sherlock had already opened his mouth.

"Lestrade, if you think I have distorted aesthetics because I said last time that your wife looks ordinary, then I have to explain for myself. If your wife is really beautiful, she You won’t cheat in the third year when you want to divorce, and you only have one lover.”

"... Sherlock!"

Sitting in front of the computer, Moriarty, who saw all these pictures in his eyes, smiled and twirled the pen in his finger into a perfect shape.Sherlock, Hannibal, are so friendly to the same girl... so funny!

"Tomorrow, when you do it, make sure you are in a place where the woman can clearly see it!"

I'd like to see what other special and lovable things about this girl!