[Comprehensive] The sea of ​​stars

There was no answer, no sound, and the darkness in front of him was filled with dead silence, as if the big detective with his own BGM had never appeared before.

"Sherlock?!"

Anya shouted uneasily, stretched her hand forward in a daze, and groped slowly.

After touching a piece of warmth, she was held tightly, and the black shadow suddenly approached, breathing softly on her face, smudged with a bright red heartbeat.The smile in her eyes spread out, revealing a sweet smile.However, the next moment, the phone suddenly lit up, and from top to bottom, the face that was close at hand was pale and pale, and the eyes that were deliberately wide were glowing with green light, which was particularly terrifying.

"hiss!"

The girl gasped in fright, subconsciously shrunk her body to look pitiful and cute, and the uneasiness hidden in her eyes finally dissipated completely and turned into active anger.Sherlock straightened his back, moved the phone away, and smirked triumphantly.

Anya was so angry that she clenched her fists, closed her eyes, and punched Sherlock's chest mercilessly: "Sherlock! You are enough! I..." She moved her feet angrily, wanting to leave Kicked again, unexpectedly the ankle was suddenly clenched and nailed in place.Unable to maintain her balance, she swayed and fell into Sherlock's arms.

"Professor Moriarty?!"

"Moriarty?!"

The voices shouted at the same time, one was soft and doubtful, and the other was vigilant.

Moriarty raised his head, and his cold eyes fell on Anya's hand holding Sherlock's sleeve. This intimate and trusting attitude caused the cruelty in his heart to turn into a turbulent wave.He carefully stroked the delicate ankles under his hands, his pupils were occupied by darkness.What an intoxicating tenderness, he slowly evoked a charming smile, clenched it nostalgicly, and then stood up, like a creeping beast showing all its horror.

"Sherlock, long time no see."

"...Professor." The man lying on the ground spat blood from his mouth, raised his head with difficulty, painful blue veins popped out on his forehead, and stared at Moriarty with his already cloudy eyes, full of emotion. A surprise full of hope: "Help, save me..."

【professor!Please save me, for what I have done for you!You know, I just want to come home alive! 】

The hoarse voice made Anya frowned.She couldn't help but glanced in the man's direction, her lips moving lightly as she wanted to say something.I saw the man enduring the heart-piercing pain, reaching out his hand full of expectation, trying to grab the trousers of the person he hoped for.Then there was a gunshot, and blood exploded between his eyebrows. He stared at him with unbelievable resentment, and fell to the ground unwillingly, completely out of breath.

Anya's eyes widened in fright at the turn of events. She looked at the hands that were limply hanging by Moriarty's shoes, with sawdust and excessive force left in the nails. The resulting dark blood: "Moriarty, professor...why, did you kill him?! Yes, because of him, do you know you?"

Her cheeks were pale and bloodless, but her eyes were shining brightly.Moriarty looked directly into those palpitating eyes, slowly raised the gun in his hand, aiming at Sherlock's heart, with a cold and cruel smile on his face: "Anya, call me Moriarty or James ... Anya, you already believe that he is a killer, don't you. Since he is a criminal with blood on his hands, wouldn't it be good for me to kill him. Besides, this Sherlock Holmes you trust, He'll do the same thing as me."

My baby, if being afraid of me can make you stay away from the person you so-called trust and stay obediently by my side forever, then please open those beautiful eyes to see clearly the blood-stained clothes and clothes on my body. Hands/guns with gunpowder/smoke!

Anya's hands trembled slightly.You shameless boss, you killed your loyal subordinates, and you still want to sow discord, if you can't rescue Jenna and the others, you will expose your hypocrisy in minutes, making you ashamed to death ah!

...In other words, Moriarty doesn't seem to want to hide anything, it's a broken pot, right...

"no……"

The words were interrupted, and Anya's hand, which had let go of her sleeve and was unable to fall, was held.

"Moriarty, I thought you were not a nonsense person like me." Sherlock clenched his cold hands tightly and said mockingly, aiming at his gun/muzzle without fear: " You left so many clues, isn’t it just for me to find you?! Shouldn’t it be time for us to talk about our ideals.”

"Sherlock, you, do you know what that is?" Moriarty had an expression of approval, the gun circled a few times in the air, and slowly changed direction, aiming at the dead man lying on the ground. The watch on the man's wrist, with a narrow smile on his face, has a lively feeling of joking with each other, but it makes the stagnant and stiff atmosphere even more weird.

Sherlock glanced casually and raised his eyebrows: "The watch exploded/bombed! Oh, this is very good!"

Cold sweat drenched her clothes, and Anya felt that as long as someone spoke, the trembling air would blow a gust of cold wind, making her hair stand on end.She moved her body uneasily, but felt that the hands holding her with well-defined knuckles squeezed three times, and then slowly let go, inserted/into the pocket of the windbreaker, and pinched something.

Three times.

Anya lowered her eyes, moved her steps lightly, and moved her steps back silently, while counting silently in her heart.

"Sherlock, I appreciate your calmness very much. You are indeed the only consulting detective in the world who is my favorite opponent."

【One】

"Oh, it's a pity, I think you are more stupid now than before. This kind of thing that can be seen at a glance is far from the poison/drug handed over by the taxi killer."

【two】

"Sherlock, how I wish I could become close friends with you. We must be the people who understand each other best in this world. I can see through you. You are the same as me. We have blood of indifference in our bones. Instead The great detective of society!"

【three! 】

Anya, who had already retreated a certain distance, turned and ran without the slightest hesitation.Her skirt fluttered in the air with a clear arc, but her footsteps were heavy and she couldn't keep the distance.

Sherlock threw a handful of lime in Moriarty's face as Anya turned.While he couldn't see clearly, he quickly followed Anya, and after catching up with her, he took out his gun, turned his head and aimed coldly at the dirty watch, and shot at her.

Before the red light came on, he put his arms around the girl's waist, pressed her tightly in his arms, threw himself forward, rolled out, and hid behind the wall.The heat wave of the explosion swept across the entire underground cabin, the walls were scorched hot, and fiery spots of light were revealed from every crack.

It took a long time for the tremor to subside slowly.

"Cough, cough, cough." Anya, who was firmly pressed in her arms and almost suffocated, struggled to get out, but was choked with ashes.She covered her mouth in discomfort, looked at the railing that was scorched black by the flames, and turned her head in fear: "Sherlock, you, are you okay, have you been affected by the explosion?! It's too dangerous, you didn't That bomb needs to be shot!"

Sherlock casually crossed his legs, leaned against the wall, and spoke quickly: "Is it because of redundant sympathy again? The killer is already dead. If Moriarty is concerned, he must not die so easily. I was I thought of thirteen escape routes. The first one is to kick Moriarty's gun away while he's talking nonsense, then turn off the light source and hide in a corner. But he may use other messy weapons, hurt You come to threaten me. The second..."

"Sherlock, I'm not being sympathetic." Anya climbed to a very close position in front of Sherlock, looking at him without blinking.Under the moonlight, soft tears flowed in her gradually reddened eyes, she pursed her lips, suppressed her sobs, and said word by word: "What I mean by saying you don't need to shoot is that no matter how many ideas you come up with, Escape route, no matter how many things you need to consider, please ensure your own safety, and never dance with your own life on the tip of a knife like just now."

"You are the only and irreplaceable Sherlock Holmes in this world! If you die, what should you do!"

Her tears dripped down all at once, dripping drop by drop on the back of Sherlock's hand with the movement of bowing her head.Hot, piping hot, nice, sweet.Sherlock turned his hands over slowly, letting tears pool in his palms, and then held them tightly, as if holding the heart from the girl he liked—how excited and joyful!

Although his eyes are full of cheerful tenderness, his rebellious tone still sounds very flat: "I have to say, your worries are completely unnecessary. Because it is impossible for me to commit the same low-level crimes that cost me my life." Incorrect."

It was because the killer's inner voice was too similar to that silly Morris that made her inexplicably vulnerable.Anya sniffed her nose, held her nose, and asked softly in a muffled voice: "Then you are really fine, are you not hurt at all?!"

"No! Let's go this way now, we can directly..."

"Sherlock, do you know that when the subject is changed, the change in tone is actually very obvious." Anya straightened her body and stared at Sherlock.

"That's right, most people are like this, but I'm not an ordinary person, I..."

Anya ignored him and touched him directly.When touching the skinny back, the clothes that were scalded and curled were still bloodstained and dry and wrinkled: "Ha, not ordinary people! It is impossible to make low-level mistakes! Sherlock, can't you speak to me properly!"

His eyes sparkled angrily, and his deliberately lowered voice was as melodious as a violin sonata in his ear.Sherlock squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the magnificent sea, with lingering tenderness under his calm tone: "Of course, I am willing to speak well to you, and I can always keep nothing from you. But, you have to understand one thing first , only a husband will obey his wife like this. So, if I do this, can you do it..."My wife...

boom--

The roaring explosion covered up his four most important words.

Anya, who listened carefully, shook her hands in shock, and almost pressed her clothes into Sherlock's wound.She looked up at the place where the flames were burning, and suddenly her face turned pale: "Sherlock, yes, it's the place where Jenna and the others were imprisoned. Hannibal and Mr. Reese are still over there!"

She helped Sherlock stand up in a hurry, her expression was startled and calm, obviously she had completely forgotten what Sherlock said just now.

Sherlock watched the exploding fireworks expressionlessly, and said calmly, "**!"

Billowing black smoke enveloped the tanker, and the scarlet flames reflected on the sea.

The helicopter hovered in the air, rolling up turbulent air currents.Anthea stretched out her head to look, her hair was torn apart in an instant.

"Sir, the fire must be put out before the helicopter can land. Now..."

"I'll go down first and let the follow-up troops dispatch at the right time."

"gentlemen!"

Before Anthea could stop it, she saw the man carrying the black umbrella jump down without hesitation, and disappeared in the terrifying black smoke in an instant.

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