[Comprehensive] The sea of ​​stars

The blood seeped into the clothes little by little, and the color of the windbreaker became deeper.The impact of being shot made his body fall sideways to the ground.The scarf was spread over the face, and the face could not be seen, and the ups and downs of the chest seemed to have disappeared.

Anya's heart skipped a beat.Her vision was somewhat blurred by the mist, but it did not prevent her from discerning the current situation.She bit her lip tightly to keep the tears from welling up.Grabbing Jenna's hand, he ran to Sherlock's side, his movements were careful but fast, and he tightly protected the two of them behind him.The gun was raised upright, calmly aiming at the room.

The man who came out from around the corner had a strong body reflected in his suit and leather shoes, and a face that was full of vigor and vicissitudes.Brown eyes, calm and unwavering.

First, he cautiously pointed the gun at the person lying on the ground with large blood stains, and after confirming that he was completely dead and no threat at all, he slowly stood up straight, put the gun away, raised his hand, and stepped back slightly Step by step, with a trusting look in his eyes: "Don't worry, I'm not a bad person. That gentleman, let me see how he is?"

[Because of the other party's special identity, the body protection system is activated, and the devil's prediction and blessing are invalid, making it impossible to listen to the inner voice. 】

The sharp eyes that have been sharpened, the best attack posture with tight muscles, and a safe distance of two meters back...

"Are you, Agent?!"

The man's eyes were fixed, he turned around Anya, and his fingers moved slightly, but he let go after seeing Jenna trusting and relying on her back defenselessly. "I am a former CIA agent, please trust me, I will not hurt you."

ex, agent? !Because of the life-and-death crisis and the chaotic mind after seeing the bloody scene of the dead, Jenna woke up instantly like a flashback, and tugged Anya's arm tightly.She thought she was just an ordinary girl, how could she be targeted by a retired agent, and encounter... such a thing? !

Anya slowly put the gun away, feeling Jenna's tense body behind her and the anxious tugging of her sleeves, she turned around, hugged the frightened girl, and comforted the girl gently: "Don't be afraid, Jenna, although I don't know his purpose, he really doesn't want to hurt us. Otherwise, with the ability of this Mr. Agent, he wouldn't need to explain so much to me."

Even if she pretended to hold a gun, she would definitely not be able to stop the CIA agents!

Besides, Sherlock is still lying on the ground, he needs urgent treatment!

Anya let go of Jenna's hand, and slowly turned to face Sherlock, tears welling up bit by bit.It was the same last time at the flower shop, when he pushed her away like this, his arm was scratched; this time too, he pulled her away and blocked a shot.Sherlock...wouldn't be like Morris...

The hand, a little scared and a little nervous, slowly stretched out towards the scarf.

With a big hand with sharp bones, he lifted the scarf, and the person who had been lying on the ground without moving before sat up suddenly, bounced up and stood up straight.He wiped the bleeding area with the scarf expressionlessly, then threw the scarf behind him.His eyes fell on the corpse in front of him, and there was a look of excitement in his eyes.

"Sure enough, interesting..."

"Sherlock?!" Anya sat there blankly, her hands still stiffly in the air.Just now Sherlock jumped up in front of her with the speed of the wind, like a corpse!When she regained her senses, her upper and lower teeth collided and made a friction sound: "Sherlock!"

"Is it fun to play dead, it will scare people to death, you know?!" You rebellious brat, believe it or not, I will go to your brother to sue, shut you up, and cut your nose!

"I know..." Sherlock turned around straight, his tone of usual sarcasm didn't care, but when he saw Anya gritted her teeth and stared, her eye sockets were flushed, and the corners of her eyes were smudged with tears, she froze slightly. Throat, turned his head, and unconsciously lowered his voice: "The back of the head hits the ground, causing a short pause in breathing, coupled with blood loss, which reduces physical characteristics and makes consciousness uncontrollable. This is the state of suspended animation in medicine."

"So, you want to say that you didn't deliberately deceive people, right?"

Anya's anger has subsided a lot, and she also knows that this time and this place are not suitable for her little daughter's wayward posture, so she just muttered, and stopped talking, and pulled Jenna into the room. The door was closed tightly, isolating all the blood in the room from the outside world.

Sherlock looked at the man who claimed to be a former secret agent, with his hands in his pockets, with an unyielding attitude: "I am about 30 years old, and my movements are very sensitive. This is the best time for a secret agent. It's not retirement, it's quitting on my own!" With the psychological quality of an agent, unless you lose someone extremely important! Now that you have decided to give up your life, why did you suddenly come back?!"

The man froze for a moment, moved his body slightly, and acted on guard.

Anya calmed Jenna's emotions, and saw such a tit-for-tat scene.She raised a beautiful smile, and her voice was calm and stable, full of gentleness that eased the atmosphere: "He is Sherlock Holmes, a consulting detective, and he is friends with the detectives of Scotland Yard."

"friend……?"

Sherlock turned his head and glanced at Anya.After receiving her innocent looking back, she shrugged irresolutely.

"You can just call me Reese. I'm sorry, but I can't complete it, although it seems that these cannot be hidden from the eyes of this Mr. Holmes."

Riise's fingers moved quickly, and told Finch what had happened in detail, and he relaxed a little after receiving a positive reply from the other party.

Finch stared at the name of Sherlock Holmes on the screen for a long time, moved his legs, and limped to the machine.Since this Sherlock is the younger brother of that Mr. Holmes, he doesn't need to be too concerned.After all, in the UK, nothing can be hidden from that person's eyes!Strictly speaking, it is the means of Mr. Holmes that the machine can really operate to this day.

Sherlock's eyes glanced at Riise's hand, and he didn't care about his small movements of sending messages. Instead, he lifted his windbreaker, lay down on the ground, and carefully observed the corpse on the ground.

Smoked black fingers, often stained with gunpowder, killer!The timing of their arrival is very accurate, not alone, a group of action!The method of dealing with traces of actions is not clever, low-level members of the gang!Clothes that have been carefully folded, hair that smells of clean shampoo, and a wife!Now that I have a family, I still come out to do tasks, and I am short of money!That is to say, this gang is after the money from the family of this woman named Jenna!

"What kind of real estate or inheritance did your parents leave you, the one with a very high amount?"

Reese glanced at Sherlock in surprise.The detective was really capable. After observing the killer, he guessed what he and Finch had been investigating for a few days.But it's a pity that this girl didn't know that she would have such an inheritance that was equivalent to heaven.

Jenna frowned, thought seriously for a long time, and shook her head in confusion: "The money in □□ is just enough for my four years of college tuition. In terms of real estate, it's just this house, and we have lived in it until today , The old house is worthless." Her parents are both responsible company employees, so how could they possibly leave her a huge inheritance if they have the ability to make money?

old house? !

Sherlock grasped this keenly, and wandered around the house with his pockets in his pockets.

Riise walked in front of Jenna, trying to make his voice gentle: "Jenna, they have changed from surveillance to direct action. It is no longer safe for you to stay here, come with me, I have a safe place, Guaranteed to keep you safe until the end of the matter."

"I don't want to go with you." Jenna shrank back.When I opened the door of the house, I saw the black muzzle of the gun, and I was almost killed.In the end, she didn't die, but the gangster died. Those scarlet colors made her eyes swell.If it wasn't for An Ya's comfort, she would have run away in fear.

Anya smiled and took Jenna's hand.As a woman, her gentle and gentle attitude, coupled with the identity of a teacher, is very reassuring.She pulled Jenna to sit on the sofa, and the soft and warm touch brought Jenna's face back a little.

Seeing that Jenna has improved a lot, Anya looked at Riise with some doubts: "Aren't we going to call the police?"

"The police can't accept such cases. This kind of underground force exists by default. Unless they kill someone and get evidence, otherwise, the crime of breaking and entering a private house alone will not be able to restrict their actions at all. Instead, it will make Jane Na's situation is even worse. If I can find what these people want, it's okay, but unfortunately I only know that it is a precious antique, but I don't know the exact location."

"It's a gang that is eyeing her now. If they call the police, those people will know that she has a lot of money to make here, and it's not just one or two gangs who did it!"

Sherlock stared intently at the chandelier on the ceiling, and continued Riise's words without any fluctuation in his tone.He looked around the room with his head down, and lifted the table, as if he wanted to climb up to have a better look.

He didn't see clearly, but Anya could see clearly.

"Sherlock! Come down!"

Anya didn't know where she got so much strength, she dragged Sherlock's arm, dragged him to the sofa and sat down, then pulled off his windbreaker...

Jenna's face turned red. She didn't expect that the gentle teacher would have such a passionate side, but it's a pity that she wasn't facing her... Soon, she realized that she was thinking too much, because under the windbreaker, the wound was full of flesh and blood. Fuzzy, bullets/bullets are deeply embedded due to large movements.

"Sherlock, I really thought you were okay. Sure enough, you were shot!"

Anya glared at Sherlock viciously, and ordered Jenna to bring the medical supplies from home, and her subordinates quickly bandaged them up.Although it's really not the key point, it's no wonder that it has been dragged on nonchalantly without leaving any scars!

Sherlock looked at the beautiful eyes that were red again, paused, curled up his legs silently, and let Anya move.But his feet felt like they hit something strange.While Anya wasn't paying attention, he lifted the sofa cover to look.

On the wooden sofa, the silver bracelet made a crisp sound when it was knocked, and the frequency of the shaking seemed to open the door to a new world with a single pull!

The author has something to say: The fourth uncle in "Suspect Tracker", the super handsome agent Mr. Sen!Mo Niang and Mai Ge are not online_(:зゝ∠)_

Thank you for calling me Little Transparent, Ah Mi such, and Ying Fen three treasures of landmines, I love Ni Meng, so what? Q3Q