[Comprehensive] The sea of ​​stars

Anya stood up abruptly, smashed the glass on the ground, took the sharpest shards, and turned to point at the approaching people behind her!

Anthea raised her head, a sharp light flashed in her eyes, and her feet moved slightly.But I saw the girl squatting there, her petite body shrank a little, and the uneasy water in her eyes was weak and beautiful, but reflected in the sharp light of the glass, there was a kind of shocking firmness and toughness.

She froze for a moment, her heart softened.Putting the phone in his pocket, he slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand, and held the slender and pale wrist.After thinking about it, he revealed a gentle and comforting smile like Anya's.This is the greatest consideration for her who has always sneered and faked smiles.

At least, after seeing her not-so-satisfactory smile, Anya stood up calmly with tears in her eyes, and the glass shards in her hand fell to the ground and shattered.

"Anya, don't worry. I'll have someone clean up this place immediately, and nothing bad will be left behind. And we will definitely find the person who broke into the house!"

After seeing the bouquet of dewdrops still hanging on the glass table and the milky cereal overflowing on the ground, Anthea finally understood why Anya was so scared.Who on earth could get things in under their multiple surveillances!No matter who it is, it is a deranged pervert who attacks a girl who has just experienced bloody trauma!

Thinking about the attitudes of the two Holmes, Anthea had already played the mourning music for that bastard who didn't want to die.

Anya frowned, walked quickly to the computer, and pulled off the plug of the stereo!She just realized that since Moriarty can accurately calculate the time to play music, it means that he must have installed a miniature camera in this house.

He remembered the voice he heard when he first met Moriarty.Anya couldn't help rubbing her arms. If Moriarty had been interested in her at that time, wouldn't he have been watching her all the time? !What about the bathroom, won't there be a camera? !

Ma Dan, sanctimonious, dressed like a beast!Sure enough, it's better to hack him to death, so that her innocence can be preserved!

After telling the boss about the situation here in detail, Anthea came to Anya's side and asked worriedly, "Anya, are you okay?"

"I was thinking," Anya stared at her beautiful eyes, clenched her fists, and said through gritted teeth: "After catching him, should I punch his eyes or kick his asshole! To deal with this kind of person, it really is better to use both approaches !"

After finishing speaking, she came back to her senses, turned around, hugged Anthea's arm affectionately, and said coquettishly with some embarrassment: "Anthea, I didn't mean that, I mean, this kind of person must be responded to That's the right punishment, isn't it?"

Anthea, who has always been a strong woman, didn't think that there was anything wrong with Anya's previous words. Only women can protect women, but... Anya's smile is sweet and soft, and the movement of shaking her arms has the childishness and tenderness of a little girl. Delicate, soft eyes filled with warm smiles... This is a relaxed and freehand experience when getting along with friends, a very unique experience.

"Yes, what you said is correct."

Unknowingly, the doting tone she brought made Anya's smile even brighter. She pulled Anthea and walked out: "Let's put these bad things here, let's go and have a good meal."

Anthea let Anya drag her steadily. When she reached the door, she suddenly remembered and took out the plaid scarf from her handbag: "By the way, the scarf."

The plaid scarf was washed clean, exuding the scent of fragrant laundry detergent.Anya received it in surprise, cherished and carefully held it in her arms, buried her face in it and rubbed it, and then wrapped it around her neck reluctantly.She thought the scarf had been damaged during the fight last night, and it was a great feeling to get it back and lose it.

Seeing her contented like a cute hamster, Anthea couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth slightly: "It seems that Boss has a good vision, you like this scarf very much."

"Boss?!"

Wait, isn't this from Sherlock? !In the end, not Little Holmes, but Big Holmes? !You must be kidding me !

"Yes, the boss asked me to send it. I hope it can help your neck injury."

"Ah, it's very helpful, you must help me, thank you, Mr. McCaw."

Anya felt the warm and soft touch of her hands, which happened to block the hideous and terrifying bruises on her neck, and a gentle smile and light touch appeared in her eyes.

Although McCoff's purpose may be somewhat distorted, the effect is obvious.For those who only brought a box of silk scarves, how happy it is to receive a plush scarf in the cold and rainy London!

Anthea squinted her eyes and showed a standard diplomatic smile, trying to maximize the benefits for her boss: "I think the boss would like to hear thank you from you. After all, you are friends, aren't you?"

"I think, yes."

Anya tilted her head, smiled and got into the car.After tossing until now, I can finally go to have breakfast safely.She had just sat down when the phone in her pocket vibrated suddenly.

Before she pressed it down, the screen lit up by itself.

"It's a pity that the milk was spilled, but it's okay, I will give it all, looking forward to the beauty of our love-my girl."

Anya bit her lip and tapped her fingers quickly: "It's really a pity to spill milk, but it would be better if such hot milk was splashed on your face—a pervert in London!"

Moriarty rested the phone on his chin, and smiled happily, the light in his eyes was mysterious.But there is no doubt that it is full of exuberant fun and dark aggression.

Beautiful and charming, smart and kind, and has a willful temper.She looks soft and weak, but in fact she has a firm goal and direction in her heart.If she can turn the person she likes into herself, how wonderful the sense of accomplishment will be.

He likes challenges, so that a boring life looks vivid and beautiful.

Moriarty walked out of his domain slowly, put on a gentle and polite smile, and faced everyone, hiding the dark terror in his heart.

When an ordinary-looking man passed by him, he suddenly pulled out a gun. The speed of the bullets was too fast. Even though Moriarty realized that something was wrong and dodged in time, his chest was still wet with a large amount of blood.

"Go to hell, you devils! I'm here for justice."

The man's eyes were cloudy and lifeless, but his pupils were full of fanaticism that firmly believed in him.After seeing Moriarty collapsed weakly, he raised his gun with a smirk and shot himself in the head.

This horrible brainwashing... Moriarty evoked a satisfied smile... Hannibal!

"So, why should I live here?"

Anya carried her meager luggage, followed Sherlock inexplicably, and sat in the living room of 221B, still a little confused.She just went to have breakfast, why does she have to live with a man? !

Sherlock pointed to the cup on the table: "Pour a glass of water."

"No, I'm not thirsty."

"I'm thirsty." Sherlock said two words confidently, and then fell straight on the sofa, waves of excitement rolled in the emerald eyes, the pupils were frighteningly bright, and he was still muttering Said to himself, "Moriarty. Moriarty."

Unable to hear his murmured words clearly, Anya twitched the corners of her mouth, stood up helplessly, picked up the cup, was startled by the soaked eyeballs in it, and glared at Sherlock angrily.

"Sherlock, even if you are not a gentleman, can you please treat me as a weak lady?! What did you put in the coffee? You feel lonely drinking coffee alone, so you want to find an eye to talk to you Looking at each other?!"

"Your voice is too loud!"

"Who is to blame for this!" Anya pursed her lips, put on gloves, pulled out the poor eyeball, and quickly poured a whole cup of disinfectant into the cup.

After rinsing countless times, he walked up to Sherlock angrily with a cup of steaming hot water, and put it down hard.

"The water you asked for! Also, you haven't answered my question yet."

Sherlock waved his hand impatiently, and uttered a series of words very quickly: "Your home was broken into by criminals, and some dangerous items may have been left behind. This is all because of Mycroft's incompetence. So I can't continue to live here. Watson and his girlfriend went on a trip, and this place is vacant. And I need someone who can open my mind. As my assistant, it's only natural for you to live here."

"I think you can figure out the reason, but why do you have to ask me? Is this the habitual dependence of women on men? If so, I hope you can change it and be my assistant. You can't have such a bad habits."

Anya closed her eyes and her teeth rubbed against each other. It took her a long time to calm down. She stood up and smiled slightly at Sherlock: "Ah, I do know the reason, but I just want to ask you, consultation! Detective! Hmph!"

When picking up the suitcase, she deliberately bumped Sherlock's straight nose, and when she saw the expressionless detective with red eyes from physical tears, she finally felt that the air was better.

The night would be perfect without the jaw-dropping sound of violins.

"Sherlock! Please don't make any noise in the wee hours of the morning!"

"Sorry, my nose hurts and I can't sleep."

The sound of the violin got worse.Anya covered her ears and stared at Sherlock fiercely.How can there be such a stingy and rascal British man? !

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