[Comprehensive] The sea of ​​stars

The London sun seems to be covered with a layer of fog, which weakens the temperature and smudges it with a bleak and gloomy look.The wind blows the leaves, making the rustling sound of collision and friction, mixed with the laughter of boys and girls, lingering in my ears.

Anya changed direction, continued to support her head, stared out of the window in a daze, her somewhat empty eyes were filled with soft water.Her fingers unconsciously stroked the fluffy plaid scarf around her neck, and the bruises from Fern's lesion last night were tightly covered.The soft touch of the scarf also warms up the stiff heart slowly.

She had nightmares all night, and when she opened the door this morning, she saw this gift on the steps.The warmth of being cared by friends dispelled the haze suppressed in the chest.

Sherlock's rare thoughtfulness... worth remembering...

"Professor Anya."

The old professor wearing glasses originally had a very serious face, but when he saw this young and powerful little professor turn his head in a daze, with clear eyes, he froze for a moment and then smiled sweetly.His expression immediately softened.This kind of innocence and cuteness is exactly the same as his little granddaughter.

"Professor Glenn." Anya stood up and smiled sincerely at the senior who had been helping her all this time: "You seem to be in a good mood today."

The old professor, who was blown bearded and stared at by some brats for a long time, clenched his fists and coughed a few times, glanced at Anya's soft smile, and pretended to be serious: "Professor Anya should prepare for the class, isn't there an open lecture tomorrow?" Is the speech ready?"

"Not yet, some materials are missing. I want to go to the library to look for it at night."

"Don't bother, I will lend you these books." The old professor stretched out the hand that had been behind his back all the time, a few thick and delicate books.

"professor!"

Anya stared blankly at the books handed in front of her. The gold-plated titles were exactly the ones she needed and lacked most.She took these books in surprise, hugged them tightly in her arms, her eyes sparkled, and her voice was as light as humming a children's song: "Thank you so much, Professor! Thank you!"

Professor Glenn made up his mind, and tried his best to restore himself to be a serious demon king who failed the exam. He said with a straight face: "Professor Anya, you are still young, so you need to work harder. Public speaking is a very good training experience. You Take good care of it."

"Yes, I see. Thank you, Professor Glenn."

Professor Glenn nodded with a stern face, and after turning to leave, his expression suddenly became satisfied and gentle.He thought, to buy some sweet biscuits at night, and then see his cute little granddaughter—he really wanted to see her little granddaughter, who was as innocent as Professor Anya.

He walked a few steps, and happened to meet Professor Moriarty, a genius in the Department of Mathematics, outside the office door.

Moriarty bowed towards Professor Glenn in a gentle and polite manner, glanced inside, and smiled more intimately: "Professor Glenn, I really admire you for taking care of the young professor."

"Ah, Professor Moriarty, it's nothing. Professor Anya is a very capable young man. Even if I don't help, I believe her public lecture will still be perfect and exciting." Professor Glenn waved his hand, and immediately Thinking of something, he smiled and said to Moriarty: "Speaking of which, Professor Anya has to thank you. If Professor Moriarty hadn't mentioned her lack of information in front of me, I would never have thought of Send your own book over."

"I just mentioned it casually. You are the one who really helped her. Professor Glenn, go get busy. Goodbye."

I also have to thank you for your help, allowing me to achieve my goal smoothly.After obtaining the complete information, Anya Alex will definitely stay in school to prepare conscientiously, and the complicated work will keep her staying until late.And the nights in London are always full of many incredible and wonderful events!

A pleasant smile slowly appeared in Moriarty's eyes. He nodded to Professor Glenn, walked rhythmically, and walked into his domain - he couldn't wait for tonight's wonderful performance Woolen cloth.

thump-thump-

The clock was neither light nor heavy, it struck twice, and the short hour hand pointed to the number 12.The big office, which was extremely lively during the day, was very quiet at the moment.

Anya raised her head, startled by the time, rubbing her sore shoulders, rummaging through the pile of books for her phone, and took it out from the bottom.When he opened the address book and was hesitating whether to dial, Hannibal's name was already shaking.

"Hannibal, I was thinking whether to call you, and I received your call."

Through the phone, Anya's voice was extraordinarily ethereal and pleasant.Hannibal's tumbling and gloomy eyes softened a lot. The picture played on the computer was the lonely streets of London at night. Thinking of looking at the same scenery as Anya, his heart finally relaxed.

"Then my time counts pretty well."

"Well, it's great. But how did you call here at this time, wasn't it always ten o'clock before?"

"You talked about your public speaking last night. I knew you'd be working late today. Still, get some rest."

Anya stood up, stretched her body, and walked slowly to the window, feeling the cool night wind blowing her hair, and hearing Hannibal's gentle breathing.Her voice unconsciously softened and softened: "Well, I know, and you are the same."

Anya frowned softly, dyed what happened today with her special mood, and shared it with Hannibal.

"Hannibal, I..."

Downstairs, miserable cries could be heard vaguely, two dark figures were looming in the shadows of the trees, one chasing the other, the flashing cold light seemed to come from a sharp weapon!Anya's voice stopped abruptly. She lay nervously on the window and looked down. It was indeed a kitchen knife, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air.

"God, Hannibal, something very bad happened down here!" Anya quickly took out the anti-wolf spray from the drawer, and ran downstairs, her movements were cramped and her breath was a little uneven, but she still He insisted on talking to Hannibal: "Yes, someone is chasing and killing, the other person, I, have to hang up the phone first, call the police, and talk to you later. Don't worry, I, will, protect myself, No, yes, worry! Goodbye."

Hannibal squeezed the phone and put it aside, his eyes slowly turned cold.He looked at the suddenly changed screen, and the picture played on it was exactly the same as An Ya's description. The edge of the picture revealed a little bit of the teaching building, and he could even see Anya's tiny figure running quickly.

Moriarty!

Anya ran down as fast as she could, a long trail of blood dripped on the ground, and the screams became extremely clear.She had no time to be shocked, and ran over following the sound.

There were deep cuts everywhere on the arms and legs, and the gushing blood stained all the clothes red.The fat man fell to the ground, moved his body backwards, looked at the man approaching with a kitchen knife in front, and shook his head desperately.His face was stained with blood and tears, and there were many marks of falls.His eyes were full of pain and fear, and his mouth kept screaming, but he didn't call for help.

"Oh my God!"

Another person with limited intelligence—Anja felt a little dizzy when she thought of how Fern kept calling her sister last night.She gritted her teeth fiercely, ran over, slammed the man holding the kitchen knife aside, raised the anti-wolf spray, and sprayed it in his face.

"Ah! Ah!"

The pungent stimulation made the man's eyes blur, and he backed away while screaming.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Anya supported the chubby man and wanted to run to a crowded place.But the man who was hunted down had injuries all over his body, and he couldn't walk fast at all!His figure was too bulky, and An Ya was struggling enough to support him, and she couldn't drag him at all!

She could only give up this method, squeezed the anti-wolf spray, and looked vigilantly at the ferocious man whose irritating past had gradually recovered.

"Get the fuck out of my way, don't let me chop you too!"

The man yelled viciously, and the kitchen knife swung powerfully in the air!

Tight arms, standard posture.Oops, this guy must have systematically learned fighting or boxing.Realizing the huge disparity in the strength and skill values, Anya broke out in a cold sweat.Her eyes fell on the kitchen knife dripping with blood, and her feet changed direction calmly.

"You have to think clearly, how much surveillance is here, you will definitely not be able to escape! Put down the knife, and make a remedy before it's too late!"

"Woooooo! Kom! Kom!"

Even if he was slashed and scarred by this person, the name in his mouth must be only this person!The man behind him was crying like a child, rubbing his eyes, weeping, and calling the name of the person he trusted, his voice was pitifully weak due to excessive blood loss.

The man who was called Ke Mu looked a little dazed, and the height of the kitchen knife turned slightly to a safe arc.

Anya clearly noticed the softening of Ke Mu's attitude, but at a moment, a kitchen knife quickly bypassed her and slashed at the people behind!

Anya grabbed Ke Mu's hand, but was pulled hard, and the anti-wolf spray rolled away.She grabbed Ke Mu's wrist tightly, raised her foot vigorously, kicked back, and the blood-dripping weapon was kicked away and fell into the shadows in the distance.

Ke Mu seemed to be irritated by Anya, he frantically strangled Anya's neck, lowered his hands, and shouted in despair: "I don't want to! I don't want to! I have a wife, and I'm about to have a son! I have taken good care of him for so many years! I am reluctant to part with my wife and children! I don't owe him anything! He owes me!"

In front of the computer, Hannibal looked at Anya holding the violent hands in pain, his eyes, which were always full of vitality and tenderness, slowly dimmed, his lips were pressed together in discomfort, blood was dripping drop by drop. The ground disappeared, and the pupils gradually became dilated.

His hand touched his wrist and squeezed tightly.