[Comprehensive] The sea of ​​stars

Because of the horrible scar on her neck and her voice that could not be amplified so far, Anya couldn't attend class, so she had to take a long vacation at school and became a complete squat at home.However, her home was sealed and thoroughly inspected because of that perverted Moriarty. As Sherlock's assistant (she doesn't know why she has such a title! The game comes with it?!), she also enjoys On to the luxurious cohabitation benefits...

How dare you create noise pollution in the wee hours of the morning!I'll be messing around with your breakfast!You cracked the password on my computer!I'll pack up your stuff so I can't find it!

We hurt each other for days like this!In the end, Anya was the first to wave the white flag to surrender.Sherlock, a big brat who can be excited for three full days in a complicated case, and shoots at home with a gun when bored, she can only admit defeat with blank eyes, and decides to die by default.But he was unwilling.

"Sherlock, the lady in the pink suit at the table on the right, she's pretty, isn't she?"

Since you can't fight head-on, you have to attack sideways, accumulate strength and win in one fell swoop.Anya picked up the coffee and took a sip lightly.His eyes swept over the elegant woman who was eating breakfast next to him, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Sherlock, his eyes were full of clever and sly light.

Sherlock looked at the lady for a minute, then turned his head, looked at Anya, and spoke a long series of words quickly at the speed of reading a script.

"Wearing a conspicuous pink suit, she should be a worker in the media industry. In just 5 minutes, I checked the time three times, which shows that she has made an appointment with someone. She looked at her watch in a hurry, but her movements were not slow, She even touched up her makeup twice for herself, and she cared just enough, explaining that the person she made an appointment with is her new boyfriend. Today is a working day, and she is also wearing a professional suit, but she has an appointment with her boyfriend. The two should be the same She is an employee of a company. She will touch the diamond necklace around her neck subconsciously, with a proud smile. It means that with her salary, she cannot afford to buy such an expensive jewelry, which means that this necklace is a gift from her boyfriend. It is a gift from the media industry. Workers in the media industry are not allowed to wear overly strong perfumes, but her perfume smells very obvious, and the brand of the perfume is Miranda, which matches her handbag. It shows that she is used to wearing perfumes like this. Seriously violating the regulations and still working in the company, her boyfriend should have a lot of power. So, what do you think of her now?"

After he finished speaking, he lifted his chin slightly, and his proud and confident eyes fell on the girl's sluggish face.The bright morning light was reflected in the inconceivably widened eyes, and there was a little soft and lovely smile, with fingers covering his mouth, his mouth was pursed and his smile was beautiful with a small arc, bright and moving.Sherlock looked at it quietly for a while, then silently looked away, picked up the coffee, and swallowed a lot in one gulp.

【"I must grasp Mr. Ron's heart. With him here, I don't have to be angry with those women anymore. Let's see who dares to say something to tell me to get out!"]

The woman's charming and seductive voice came, and Anya, who felt that her bones were half broken, half-blinked her eyes and puffed her cheeks.She leaned closer to Sherlock with her chin propped up, and softly snorted, her voice deliberately lowered soft and sweet: "You are amazing."

Sherlock didn't respond, but suddenly smiled, his eyes shone with excitement, and there was vague excitement about to move.He knocked his fingers on the table a few times, lifted them up, clasped his hands together, and made a standard action of thinking.

"Anya, look at the middle-aged man in the blue coat on your left."

Anya turned her head suspiciously, and looked at the man who was treated differently by the detective.The man in the outdated old suit bit the bread in his hand bit by bit, as if tearing something he hated.His eyes were bloodshot, the back of his hands burst out with blue veins, and the movement of gnashing his teeth was obviously mad.When he saw someone paying the bill in the store, he couldn't help touching his pocket again, a trace of guilty timidity flashed in his eyes, and then turned into a more insane gloom.

After noticing Anya's gaze, the man's eyes first revealed a look of astonishment, and subconsciously twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to show a smile to please the woman.But after suddenly remembering something, he shrank back again, glared at An Ya angrily, bent down, showing obvious inferiority complex.

【"Look at these people, how dirty and ugly the smiles on their faces are, I just want to vomit. As expected, I still want to blow up this place of these people, blow it up!"】

God, she was only out for breakfast!This kind of bad luck is so simple, is she going to occupy a bed in the hospital again? !

The girl glanced flusteredly at the bustling breakfast shop, her fingers were nervously entangled, biting her slightly pale lips, but the expression in her eyes became more determined.Sherlock straightened the somewhat messy collar, grabbed her, stood up holding her hand, and sat down beside the man gracefully and happily, showing a happy smile of seeing a friend, but his tone was With light-hearted sarcasm.

"Oh, Sam, I'm so glad to see you. Think about how long we haven't seen each other. God, it's been two years. I remember the way you were so energetic two years ago. I didn't expect to meet you here. you!"

Suit, well made, expensive brand, style from two years ago.It shows that he was once a successful person and attracted much attention.

Anya raised a beautiful, delicate and smug smile, glanced at the man with disdain, then hugged Sherlock's arm affectionately, leaned close to his ear, and said the most ruthless and snobby words in a sweet and sweet voice: "My dear , who is this person? How do you know this kind of person?"

"The change is indeed a bit big. He is Sam. You don't remember it. He is the Sam who is called an elite talent!" Sherlock took advantage of the situation, and pretended to pass the hand wearing the expensive watch in front of the man.He also crossed his legs and swayed slowly a few times, looking proud.

The man who was stabbed in the sore foot slowly put his hand under the table, stared at Sherlock with gloomy eyes, and squeezed out a hoarse voice from between his teeth: "I am not Sam!" Although it was not, the encounter was similar to this Same as Sam!

"Oh, it's not Sam! Let me just say, although I've been unknown for two years, it's not like this."

Sherlock looked the man up and down, his eyes full of disgust.He shrugged his shoulders with a smile, and touched Anya's face flamboyantly. After attracting her charming laughter, he glanced at the man with disdain, stood up, and deliberately stamped his shoes on the ground with a crisp sound. Every move is a gesture of contempt.

The man's eyes were red with anger, he stood up abruptly, stared at Sherlock viciously, reached into his clothes with his right hand to fumble for something, and took out a lighter with his left hand.

Sherlock's movements were quick, he grabbed the man's right hand, snapped it behind him, and pressed him firmly against the table.The violent action caused the explosive bag that had been taken out by a corner to fall to the ground, and the black powder scattered out sporadically.

Anya snatched the lighter, then picked up the steaming drink on the desk of the screaming lady next to her, poured it all on the ground, soaked all the gunpowder, and wrapped it tightly with her coat.After doing all this, she slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that his plan to retaliate against society had failed, the man kept cursing, his expression twisted ferociously, but his eyes rolled up maliciously.When Sherlock asked Anya to call the police, he kicked Sherlock's knee hard, broke free, clutched his wrist, and ran away.

Anya picked up the coffee cup on the table and threw it at it.The coffee cup embroidered with golden patterns hit the man's head impartially, not far away, so the man just writhed on the ground clutching the back of his head in pain.And the ceramic coaster under the coffee mug...

"You, why do you always have trouble with my nose!"

Sherlock held his stinging nose, took his hand down and looked, there was blood on his finger.He looked at the "murderer", his eyes were flushed with physiological tears, forming a lovely contrast with his expressionless face.

Anya pursed her lips and smiled embarrassedly, walked up to him, stood on tiptoe, and gently pinched the bridge of her nose with her slender fingers.With a flattering voice, she was gentle and charming: "Sorry, sorry, Sherlock, I accidentally hurt you in a moment of impatience. The main reason is that your nose is very straight, so it was rubbed by the coaster. Let me pinch it for you, The bleeding stopped quickly."

Sherlock's neck was slightly tilted back, and the girl's approaching movement brought those gentle and charming eyes very close, with a faint gleam, reflecting his face, as if there were only the two of them in the whole world.Breaths intertwine and the temperature rises to just the right amount of heat.

Moriarty turned on the phone and saw this picture.The foggy and water-colored light of the London morning enveloped the two men.There was a gentle and gentle smile on the corner of Anya's mouth, and a dazed tenderness hidden in Sherlock's eyes.The messy environment made the atmosphere between them more delicate and beautiful.

Moriarty watched quietly for a while, then suddenly showed an inexplicable and terrifying smile, and a creepy dark color appeared in his eyes.He was shot in the chest, and endured the consoling smiles on the pious faces of his so-called colleagues and friends in the hospital, but he didn't wait for the visit from the girl he was most looking forward to.

Alas, since waiting silently for his muse cannot come, he can only force the muse to come to him!

Moriarty thought for a while, tapped his phone a few times, and sent this beautiful and moving photo.

Hannibal gave him a blood-stained gift, and he made the gentle and calm therapist "happy" for a while.

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