[Comprehensive] The sea of ​​stars

Anya turned around with the gauze in her hand, and as soon as she raised her head, the stiff windbreaker covered her head and face, and her vision was plunged into a translucent darkness.Then the arm was pulled, dragged up from the sofa, and stood aside.

Her body was a little unsteady and she fell on Sherlock's body, her dazed voice was muffled softly: "What's the matter?"

thump--

There was a clumsy movement, and Jenna covered her mouth in amazement.

Anya grabbed her hands in a hurry, and finally lifted off the windbreaker, her body swayed and hit her thin chest, and her forehead was wet.

Sherlock reached out and grabbed Anya's arm to stabilize her.The line of sight inadvertently caught sight of Anya's forehead stained with blood. The bright red blood complemented her fair skin, her eyes were slightly squinted, and the mist that appeared in her black eyes because of the light at first glance condensed into a hazy crystal. One hand was still quite dependent on the hem of his clothes.

His eyes froze for two seconds before returning to normal, and he moved away silently.

"It's... Victorian..."

Riser squatted in front of the sofa, watching the silver ring connected to the ground full of treasures, covered with a layer of dust, but still shone with strange colors under the sunlight.Looking at the structure, it is not that there is something hidden under the sofa, but that there are antiques under the ground, and the sofa is the switch to open this treasure.

Sherlock put his hands in his pockets, and raised his chin slightly: "It seems that there are terrible things under this house. No wonder those people changed from surveillance to direct killing, because they wanted to take this house directly for themselves." have."

Riise moved the sofa back again, frowning tightly.He looked at Jenna, whose eyes widened in shock and was completely unimaginable, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, Jenna, I will protect you, but you have to follow me to a safer place."

Jenna stared blankly at some old floor tiles on the ground, her eyes were blank and frightened, and tears fell helplessly.She knew that since those people had discovered the preciousness of this house, it was impossible for her to live in the way!

"Jenna. Trust me, please?"

Riise walked in front of her, put his hands on her shoulders, exerted a little force, and gave her firm strength.

Sportsmen and beautiful women!After softening his brows and eyes, this tough Agent Reese matches the helpless and lovely Jenna so well!Anya looked at the scene in front of her, which was equivalent to the beautiful picture of the male and female protagonists in a TV drama, she pursed her lips and smiled a bit slyly.After realizing that the puzzled Sherlock turned around and wanted to say something to destroy the atmosphere, she immediately started, covered Sherlock's mouth, and pulled him aside: "I'll help you treat the wound! So, don't talk!"

Sherlock looked at Anya, his eyes did not fluctuate, but there was a sense of helplessness in his eyes.Don't fight women, especially mothers and... wives...

"It's the power of hormones, the attraction of opposites, the passion that can't be extinguished even in such a bad situation."

Anya let go of her hand, and she heard Sherlock use his usual mocking tone, interpreting the picture of the popping pink bubbles as a chaotic scene composed of human gene flow.She gritted her teeth and wrapped the bandages under her hands a few more times, but her voice was so gentle that water could seep out: "This shows that Jenna trusts your strength very much. I believe that you, the consulting detective, can solve it perfectly."

"Is this case difficult, as long as the current gang is solved, and then the things are handed over to the National Museum. Then, everything is solved."

Sherlock spread his hands. What he likes are complicated and confusing cases, not this kind of case where the murderer knows the motive of the crime but there is no evidence to arrest him, and he has no thought.

"The bandage is done, but I still have to go to the hospital for treatment."

Anya selectively ignored Sherlock's words, ended her movements, and picked up the medicine box.However, after putting on the windbreaker, Sherlock's shoulders bulged a lot, as if hiding some kind of cute animal, coupled with that expressionless face, it made people laugh.

Even Jenna, who had been tense all the time, turned her head, and after looking over, she couldn't help but a deep smile appeared in her eyes, and her tense body suddenly relaxed.She looked at Riise, squeezed out a smile, and clenched her hands awkwardly: "Please, Mr. Riise. I am willing to hand over this house to the National Museum."

Riise looked at the girl in front of her who faced huge wealth but did not have any greed/lust in her eyes, and showed a sincere smile.

He looked slightly at the detective couple (?!) next to him. The impatient indifference in the man's eyes hides an imperceptible tenderness, while the woman's clear eyes look at her boyfriend, and there will be a charming smile and no harm. Unreserved trust.

Like him, and his wife, but much happier than them.

This is why Jenna obviously trusted the teacher more, but still chose to follow behind him.I don't want the slightest danger to spoil the happiness of these two people!

If Anya knew what Riise and Jenna were thinking, she would definitely have a pair of dead fish eyes paralyzed.Because Sherlock has always taken the initiative to find such things as danger, and dying is the normal life of this Mr. Detective!

"Jenna, we're here to help you too. Trust us, you'll be back to your peaceful life in no time."

Anya held Jenna's hand tightly, thought for a while, took off the scarf, wrapped Jenna tightly in a circle, and hugged the girl who had suffered an indiscriminate disaster.

The hot steam in the piggy bank and the soft embrace made Jenna's face turn red.She smiled shyly, rubbed her hands carefully on the scarf, and froze stiffly after seeing the scar on Anya's neck.

"Teacher, you..."

"Just bad luck. Go ahead."

Anya watched Jenna follow the tall and straight Mr. Agent step by step, gradually blending into the crowd.Then it was just a dazzling, and there was no trace of the two of them anymore.As expected of an agent of the CIA, the concealment ability is really strong!

With some understanding, she looked back at Sherlock who was impatiently kicking the roadside stones, stepped forward, bumped into his body, and said with a crooked smile, "We don't need to call the police, and we don't need to clean up the house." for a while?"

"I've already called the police. If you're talking about fingerprinting, it's not necessary because the agent has already done that."

Sherlock was a little annoyed. He thought it was an interesting case, but it turned out to be just a gadget.He is already excited, if he has nothing to think about, he will be bored to death!

"Then, let's go back."

With a charming smile on his face, his graceful neck was revealed when he looked up at him, and he was holding his sleeve with his hand, shaking it one after another.Sherlock's restless heart immediately settled down.He clicked his tongue, turned his head, strode to the side of the street, and reached out to stop the taxi.

Anya smiled and followed, just after taking a step, a rickety car rushed out from the side, ruthlessly brushed past her, and then hit the railing on the side of the road, with a violent sound white smoke.

Anya was knocked to the ground, clutching her painful arm, her face pale.As she breathed, blood gushed out from between her fingers, making her eyes slightly slack.

"Anya!"

"Sir, hurry up, get in the car, I'll take you to the hospital!"

Anya felt dizzy, bent her leg and crossed an arm to hug her.The feeling of being hugged is really good, but unfortunately, the consciousness has been blurred, only looking at Sherlock's thin chin, and the emerald eyes that occasionally leaked when he lowered his head, and gradually fell into the darkness.

It's really a disaster!

Standing on the side of the road can be hit by a car!

Do you have to go to church to get rid of bad luck? !By the way, is there such a thing as luck in this scumbag game? !

"Mr. Moriarty, there may be a lady who will share the ward with you later."

"Okay, I know."

Moriarty leaned on the pillow, put down his phone, and showed a gentle and gentlemanly smile. Even though he was wearing a hospital gown, he was still charming.The nurse pursed her lips and smiled shyly, stepped forward to put on a new drip for him, and then reluctantly left the ward.

The moment the door was closed, Moriarty's eyes were filled with inevitable aggression.

His methods have always been more direct than Hannibal's!

Hannibal watched Anya on the screen with her eyes closed, her black hair falling down on the bed, lying on a pure white mobile stretcher, the bright red on her arm hurt her eyes, and she was quickly pushed to the emergency room.However, the person who lived in the same ward as her was none other than Moriarty!

"Ah!"

He quickly tapped a few times with his fingers on the keyboard, and after changing a few words, he leaned back on the chair with peace of mind.The elegant psychiatrist took a sip of black tea.Moisturized lips are more attractive.Looking at the unconscious girl on the screen, she smiled tenderly.

"Doctor Dalton, how did Miss Alex's ward number become 302, I remember, isn't it 203?"

"Let me see. Oh, the patient in 203 is the mathematics professor who was shot. He needs to rest. So the director changed, replacing Miss Alex with another Miss Horace who fell into a severe coma. This will help patients recover more.”

"Okay, I see, I will arrange it now."

Moriarty adjusted his sitting posture and sat up straight, with a gentle gleam in his eyes and a charming smile.Seeing that the door of the ward was gently pushed open, the mobile stretcher was pushed to his side, and then the doctors and nurses left.His eyes fell wantonly on the girl's face.

"Um?!"

The girl lying there has long golden hair and a dry face, completely different from his muse!

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Finch looked at the sudden and rapid changes in the data on the screen, moved his face slightly closer, pushed his glasses, then retracted to the original position, straightened his back, stood up, and limped out.

Looking at Riise who was preparing the weapon, he said calmly, "That lady, the one with Holmes, seems to have encountered a little trouble."

"The machine spit out her number?!"

"That's not true, but I think it will happen sooner or later."

Riser thumped the gun into the bullet/shot, clenched the handle of the gun, and his eyes were condensed with a calm ice.

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