[Comprehensive] The sea of ​​stars

The hot smoke mixed with the pungent and choking smell of gunpowder surrounded the entire ship overwhelmingly.

The irritating gas made Anya's eye sockets sour and astringent, and tears filled the air uncontrollably, making the vision that could only see the black mist even more blurred.

"Cough cough, cough cough, cough cough."

Anya coughed uncomfortably, her chest felt like a boulder was suppressing the pain of suffocation.She glanced tearfully at the big detective who was leaning against the wall and struggling to keep his balance, and without hesitation moved the hand covering her mouth to Sherlock's face to help him resist the thick smoke.

"Sherlock, cough, hold up, cough cough, hold up."

While speaking, bitter smoke filled the chest cavity.She lowered her head uncomfortably, and subconsciously burrowed into Sherlock's collar to avoid the black smoke surrounding her.

The soft touch of the hair came from the neck, stroking the sensitive place softly.Sherlock's body stiffened, he moved his mouth, and his lips touched the warm palm.Perhaps the tingling sensation brought about by the touch made the slender fingers attached to the face tremble slightly, like a sweet touch between a lover, gentle and moving.

Sherlock's erratic eyes fell on Anya's head inadvertently, and he was attracted by the girl's small movements of getting closer to him, and the annoyance and dissatisfaction in his heart slowly melted into the most tender affection.

He suddenly put his arms around his slender waist, and wrapped Anya tightly in his windbreaker.The back was stretched and stretched by this bowing action, and the pain from the tearing wound made Sherlock tremble for a moment, but the next moment, he took off the scarf with a natural expression as if nothing happened, covered Anya's mouth and nose with one end, and covered Anya's mouth with the other. Block the smoke from his breath.

"Ah!" The body close to her was hot and hot, and Anya let out a short cry.The obstruction of the scarf made her breathing easier. She took a deep breath, and suddenly remembered something, and struggled to turn her head to look at Sherlock: "Sherlock, your wound, let go of me! The wound must be open!"

The muffled voice, the undisguised care.Sherlock looked tenderly at those eager moist eyes, and opened his mouth to finish the confession just now.But he felt his hands groping from under the shirt to his back, his slender fingertips carefully touching his back, and the places where his nails touched lightly rolled up turbulent numbness like sparks, making his expression suddenly stiff.

He grabbed the hand that was still touching under the shirt, reluctantly but unceremoniously pulled it out, and locked it firmly on his waist, with a cold and serious manner, and said expressionlessly: "Anya, let's go first Get the people out and get off the boat. When you get back, you can touch whatever you want."

What the hell is this complex look that implies helplessness, tolerance and doting under the arrogance? !She, what does she want to touch? !

Anya's eyes widened in disbelief, she gritted her teeth and lightly hammered Sherlock's stomach.Sherlock seemed to have no choice but to lower his head, pulled down the scarf covering his mouth, and kissed her on the top of her head affectionately, his tone was dissatisfied and cheerful: "Now is not the time to make trouble, wasn't it smart and obedient before? It’s so uncooperative now. Could it be that you’re starting to act like a baby!”

Just say it, don't touch your mouth! !Also, I can't understand a word you're saying! !

Anya wanted to say something, but Sherlock hugged her and pulled her into the depths of the smoke.She raised her head angrily, but saw Sherlock's tough chin and firm eyes, and the hands around his waist were protecting him without any relaxation, so she couldn't help showing a beautiful smile, and walked quietly along this solid embrace .

The cabin was full of fire and smoke, and the ship was shaking and screaming.

Sherlock hugged Anya and hid behind the wall, listening to the messy and heavy footsteps in front of him and the gunshots from time to time. The noisy noise showed that there were at least ten people stationed there. It was very unwise to go here, but it was through Penthouse rooms are the way to go!

"Who's there?!"

When the sound of panic sounded, the bullet/bullet was deeply embedded in the wall beside Sherlock's face.He moved to the side calmly and silently, but he pushed Anya into his arms a little more.

"It's me! Can you be careful, you almost exploded my head!"

"Hey, can't you see it? You suddenly made a movement, who knows if it's yourself. Cough cough, damn, this smoke is too fucking thick. Have you got in touch? How long are we going to stay here? ah?!"

They couldn't see each other through the smoke, so they amplified their conversations enough to obscure the slightest movement.

Sherlock squatted down slowly, the bursting pain in his back made him frown, but the movement of squatting did not stop.He held Anya's hand tightly, walked along the wall, and walked forward slowly with a short body, leaning forward slightly, just at an angle that could quickly block all attacks for Anya.

Black shoes suddenly strode towards him.Sherlock rolled his eyes impatiently, raised his head expressionlessly, and punched the man hard in the face with lightning speed. At the same time, he broke the hand holding the gun, and threw the man against the wall flick. **The muffled sound of hitting the wall attracts all the guns/fire.

"Someone wants to save someone! Shoot, shoot!"

Bullets/bullets flying randomly, the sound of urging to shoot, and the sound of cursing when hitting one of your own.The scene is so chaotic that you can fish in troubled waters.Sherlock pulled Anya, bent over and passed the stairs quickly, and met a man with a gun who was shooting blankly. Before the man could call out, he was knocked unconscious by the butt of the gun by Anya.

"I, we, let's go." Anya looked away from the shocking blood, her face was still pale with shock, but she stood firmly in front of Sherlock: "Sherlock, let me, you Hurt! As I said, no matter how much you think, you must keep yourself safe!"

The fear and uneasiness in the eyes of the girl in front of him seemed to be substantial, and the hand that was holding him was still trembling uncontrollably, but her body stood firmly in front of him, as if this could protect him from all injuries.Innocent, ridiculous...but extraordinarily cute!

"Anya..."

"Anya! It's great that you're fine!"

Interrupted again!Sherlock's gloomy face looked at an elegant man exuding hormones and heaved an exaggerated sigh of relief. He stretched out his hand and hugged his Anya in his arms, with a very sentimental tone!

What the fuc/k!

"Han, Hannibal, how could you..." Anya felt the real temperature transmitted in a daze, her tone was full of disbelief, but there were tears of surprise in her eyes, and she squeezed Hannibal's shirt tightly : "Why did you come here!"

"Anya, we rescued the man and found a small yacht that can escape. Quick, go this way!"

Hannibal said something quickly, pulled Anya and ran forward.Before leaving, he glanced at the unsuspecting Sherlock without a trace, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.He heard clearly just now that this Sherlock Holmes seemed to want to confess to Anya, and he was really a picky detective who took advantage of others' dangers for profit.

Anya was dragged two steps in a daze, then stopped suddenly, let go of her hand, and turned away from Hannibal for the first time without hesitation.She ran to Sherlock's side, reached out and hugged the big detective's arm: "Sherlock, don't be dazed, let's go!"

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, then turned his head up to show Hannibal a provocative and mocking smile, and strode up to him: "Then, let's go!"

Hannibal stared at Sherlock with dark eyes, but the smile on his face was extremely gentle and elegant.He reached out to support Sherlock, with a kind tone: "Anya, let me help this gentleman, I am stronger than you."

After finishing speaking, he didn't give Anya a chance to refuse, he pulled Sherlock's arm and dragged him forward quickly, and the violent action made Sherlock's wound more thorough.

But Sherlock didn't stop, as if struggling, instead he quickened his pace and walked in front of Hannibal.

"Sir, why are you walking so fast, you don't know where the yacht is!"

There is a deep sarcasm hidden under the polite and doubtful words, which is the heaviest blow to the tsundere.Sherlock's expression froze for a moment, and a series of words came out of his mouth: "This is a very simple deductive reasoning. The setting of this tanker is very clear, and it is not difficult to guess where the yacht is. After all, if you want to leave here, you have to Look for places with the least amount of smoke and the least amount of fire. And..."

"I think Sherlock must be so excited because he noticed the existence of my brother!" Mycroft walked out of the corner slowly, and stamped the black umbrella on the ground twice.With a hypocritical smirk, he nodded towards Hannibal.When I looked at Sherlock and Anya again, the emotion in my eyes was much more real: "Oh, Anya, Sherlock, I am relieved to see that you are all right."

[The "Plane Jumping Achievement" has been achieved, congratulations to the player for obtaining a key character CG.The CG of the key characters has been assembled, the CG picture is completed, and the achievement "The Man Behind the British Government" has been achieved! 】

[Congratulations to the player for successfully rescuing two kidnapped victims, and the final task completion rate reached two-thirds! 】

...jump, plane? !

Anya opened her mouth slightly, watching the man behind the government smiling. The tip of the black umbrella in her hand was severely worn, and her suit was torn to pieces.She closed her eyes, letting the tears slowly recede, and when she opened them again, there was already a soft smile.

"Thank you, Mycroft."

You are so gentle, how can I just treat you as NPCs!

The girl's touching smile is exquisite, and the smile in her eyes is beautiful and bright, which makes people unable to bear to destroy the joy.With tender feelings in his eyes, McCoff tilted his head and smiled naturally: "It's my honor to care about such a beautiful lady as you."

Hannibal couldn't bear to let Anya lose this smile, and took the initiative to give up fighting with these two seemingly malicious people: "Come on, Anya, go this way!" The idea was right.But he held Anya's hand, and casually pushed Sherlock to Mycroft's side, allowing the two to support each other and follow behind, while he hugged him softly and tenderly.

Finally coming out from the thick smoke, Anya tore off her scarf and breathed in the fresh air. When her eyes fell, she saw Jenna who was sitting on the yacht with the little girl in her arms and watching nervously, and the girl standing beside her. Riser.She leaned on the railing excitedly, waving her arms downward: "Jenna!"

"Teacher, you finally came out!" The teacher really came to such a dangerous place for her.With red eyes, Jenna sobbed twice, put down the little girl in her arms, opened her arms, and shouted, "Teacher, jump down quickly, Mr. Reese and I will follow you!"

Anya nodded, turned around and walked in front of Sherlock, pulling him to get him down.Seeing Sherlock's arrogant face about to refuse, he spoke first and said, "Shut up for the injured, and get down quickly, and I will go down soon!"

Sherlock, who was gagged, was a little depressed, but he jumped down obediently.

When Anya walked in front of him, Mycroft raised his hands, smiled softly, and said in a compromised way: "I know, I'll jump first too. Just after I jump, I can follow you."

Anya nodded with a crooked smile, and after seeing that the two Holmes had sat safely on the yacht, she turned to look at Hannibal again.But Hannibal walked behind her with a smile, put his hands on her shoulders, and pushed her to the railing with irresistible force: "Anya, I am neither a wounded patient nor a man. I must be last. "

No, no, if she jumped and missed this opportunity, how would she complete the final task!

"Hannibal, I..."

boom--

The gunshots that were close at hand produced a great impact.The man standing intimately behind her let out a muffled grunt, loosened his hand weakly, and fell down obliquely, with warm blood spraying her face.

"Hannibal!" Anya climbed on the railing and wanted to jump down.

"Oh, I guess you don't want this, Anya." Moriarty stood there slowly, holding a remote control upright in his hand, and the blinking red dot was full of ominousness.The smile on his face is proud and elegant, and the movement of slightly raising his chin has the pride of solving the biggest rival in love: "The remote control controls all the bombs on the tanker. Once it explodes, no one can escape! By the way, I have to tell You, the Scotland Yard detectives, and a whole lot of people are hanging around on the boat."

"Moriarty!"

"Yes." Moriarty opened his eyes excitedly, as if encouraged, "That's it, call my name without any suffixes!"

"Moriarty, what do you want?!"

"Because I like you, I want you to be my wife, my man. As long as you smile at me obediently, I can let these poor people go."

Anya gritted her teeth in hatred, her mouth was full of blood.She heard a small exclamation coming from below, and she couldn't help turning her head to look over.The yacht was moving quickly into the distance, and Jenna and the others were anxiously controlling the steering wheel, but they couldn't control it at all.She nodded suddenly, and said lightly, "You did it."

Just to tell me that your ability wants me to surrender!

"It is true. Anya, come to me, I will not hurt anyone anymore. I have always liked you, and we are the most suitable people to be together!"

"You're wrong, Moriarty. We're the worst people to be together! Because I can't stand my husband, killing innocent people for his own satisfaction! I can't stand him smiling politely with his hands It's full of blood! But unfortunately, you happen to be such a person. I can't count how many people died in this kidnapping case. Yes, some people are indeed evil killers, but you are worse than them. Be vicious. Now, they are dead and you are alive to do more evil."

"I just figured it out, that kid named Morris, the murderer was sent by you, right? To test whether I am qualified to be your wife?! And the gang where I was kidnapped?! Where is Hannibal? , What did you do to him, forcing him to come to England?!"

"You say you like me, but everything you do makes me hate you so much! You don't like it, it's torture, it's the torture that you think I'm very interesting, so you came here to play with me!"

The more you like it, the deeper the hurt.Every word sees blood, and the sound pierces the heart.A terrifying storm condensed in Moriarty's eyes. He kicked the railing so hard that it deformed, and veins popped out on the back of his hand, but he showed a gentle smile to Anya on his face, and his tone was calm and soft: " Anya, I like you, I have always liked you. As long as you are willing, I will dedicate everything. Wouldn't it be good for you to restrain me from doing evil. "

He threw the remote control into the sea, threw the gun aside, and spread his hands with a smile: "I am willing to put down all harmful weapons for you, Anya, I really love you."

Tears fell drop by drop, Anya seemed to have lost all her anger, and her whole body was sad like an elegy: "If someone who doesn't like you goes to your side, you will only hurt more people. Once you completely get rid of this idea, you will become a little bit normal."

"You killed Hannibal... Moriarty, I will never like you, even a little. If I have to face you in life, then I would rather die!"

Without hesitation, she picked up the broken iron pipe and inserted it into her stomach, then jumped off the boat decisively.

Not only did she not want to look at him for the last time, but she would rather be swollen in the water than breathe the same air with him for the last few breaths!

Moriarty looked at the pool of blood, his eyes hurting like crazy.He strode to the railing - Anya, if there is no you in the living world, then I will let all of you be buried with you!

The author has something to say: The British volume is completed√

Next chapter, back to America

Mo Niang was abused so badly by me, I feel so sorry QAQ

And there are so few comments on the chapter updated yesterday, I feel even more distressed QAQ