[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

hand.The car wobbled a bit and moved forward smoothly.She didn't panic, just sat quietly on the seat like that, with a brisk tone, as if she was chatting with someone close to her: "I saw my little daughter who was thinking about it day and night, but as a parent, I was asking questions in broken English." , and I can vaguely hear a London accent. If it's really my parents..."

The hair on the forehead behind the ear fell down, and it swayed quietly in front of her eyes a few times, while the woman's back trembled uncomfortably, and when she glanced back, Xue Lun clearly read something called confusion from those eyes.

"Not only that, I don't know what other people's parents are like, but I firmly believe that those two people who gave me life, they can beat me, call me, even joke with me like a child, will laugh and point out How stupid I am, but, "

She leaned back, her slightly narrowed eyes showed nostalgia, and a bit of irony: "When the child is about to fall off the bridge, he will definitely stretch out his hand to grab it. But you, no."

The violent friction passed by hastily, and due to inertia, the tip of his nose slammed into the seat hard.After realizing it again, the car had already stopped, and the man who was full of kindness just now changed into a ferocious and perverted face, his small eyes shot out the light when he caught the prey.

Sharon's eyes widened by conditioned reflex, and she trembled unavoidably, but then she whispered calmly, "Yeah...no."

"Nothing?" Every word the man who recovered his nature said was disgusting, and the woman on the side lowered her head and gently tugged at the corner of the man's clothes before speaking. "Let go first!" He waved his hands viciously, rubbed his hands, and said to the seemingly calm girl, "Smart little girl, ha, you're really calm, no wonder that person is trying so hard to get you out of here." London takes away..."

She was stunned for a moment, and asked in a conditional way: "What did you say? What is that person?"

Probably because he slipped his mouth, the dark yellow face showed a momentary panic, but this panic was replaced by more distortions. "Little girl, do you know your biggest shortcoming now?"

She kept silent, just staring at the two of them vigilantly. The woman might not be able to bear this kind of suffering, so she quickly shrank back.

With her fingers quietly moving on the mobile phone behind her back, she dialed a number that she would never feel easy to dial at ordinary times. Just as Xue Lun was about to retaliate, suddenly, a tingling feeling that imprisoned her whole body swept over her body.

"You..." Due to a strong sense of dizziness pinching the depths of her brain and choking her throat, she could only utter a single syllable, and just like that, she felt that she had used the greatest strength in her life.She lowered her head with difficulty, her eyes fixed on the thin needle on her left shoulder. "Arrogance is exactly the same as that little Sherlock Holmes. It seems that after staying for a long time, the character is also contagious." The dry lips spit out mocking words, and being ridiculed by such a person, Sharon felt that no matter how good-tempered she was, she would feel ashamed .

"Get a good night's sleep first! Haha!"

All things are overlapping and changing, all sensory organs are numb, and all shouts are turned into fog in London, ethereal and illusory.

Help……

Only the consciousness of survival did not decrease but increased, and finally occupied the whole body.

"Sherlock..."

"despair."

The cup in his hand let out a soft sigh when it fell.Old Mr. Holmes was still quietly looking at the old book. Mrs. Holmes was humming a little song and cleaning the glass, but the sound became smaller and smaller. The elder brother was happily throwing darts, and the younger brother was drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.

The doctor, who was a bystander, held up the jug and groaned.

"Mycroft." The voice was low, everyone was stunned for a moment, and Sherlock said again: "Macroph." "What a surprise,"

McCoff wiped the shining darts with his fingers, and made a surprised expression: "What's the matter? Are you bored enough to start roll call?" "Your plan."

The younger brother who was already as tall as himself straightened up seriously, "Is your plan to lure a funny clown out?" "Ha, you actually used the word 'can'." Mrs. Timothy styled Putting her hands on the shoulders of her youngest son in every possible way, McCoff on the other end said nothing, and she went on to say, "If this is the case, why didn't you expose it?"

As a prankster, he pinched the elongated face and said, "Why didn't you expose Sharon when she was taken away?" "I regret it now, I should, I regret it."

Sherlock replied in a wrong way, causing John, who was drinking water, to spit out the water.

"Ah, although I really want to have a fight with this person who uses Sharon as bait." Violent Teddy scratched his messy hair, "But I think it's better to see what those guys send from Sharon's mobile phone first." text message."

atypical anxiety

A quiet pastel suburb.

The old man who came out of the shabby hut gasped, twisted a large bag of garbage from the door, and walked unsteadily to the garbage bin not far away.Just as he put the heavy object into the big box, he was stunned by a strange shaking.The old man reflexively jumped a few meters away.Take a closer look——

"Oh my goodness!" He moved his eyeballs and muttered a few times with his chapped lips.Following the jagged bushes, at this moment, a person could clearly be seen sleeping on a recliner about five feet behind the dumpster.He thought about it, but still tentatively approached.It was a girl wearing only a dark green down jacket, she looked like she was ten years old.The long black hair covered the conceivably pale face with a little embarrassment.

"God..." The old man rubbed his hands and groped his whole body, trying to find a mobile phone to call the police.But after fumbling for a long time, I didn't find a trick.After hesitating for a moment, he had no choice but to drag this homeless girl home out of good intentions.

But just when his sallow hand was about to touch the jet-black hair, a very gentle male voice sounded from behind, unhurriedly.

"Oh, dear old sir, may I wait a moment?"

He turned his back suspiciously.It was a man in a white coat, not very tall, less than six feet.So wearing this white coat is like a child who steals an adult's clothes.This person can almost be described as beautiful, even with a fair complexion, she has to look like a woman.The man is smiling politely, just right.Looking at this man who seemed to have fallen from the sky, the old man thought of something and waved his hands anxiously: "Hey, young man! I didn't do anything!" "Oh, it seems that you misunderstood me."

He stepped forward gracefully, looked down at the girl lying on the chair with slightly lowered eyelids, and then raised his head and said to the old man: "This is a patient who ran out of my clinic. If there is nothing else, I will take her away first." gone."

Without waiting for anything, he slowly stretched out his hand like a ballerina, picked up the girl, and put the furry hat on the girl's head by the way.

Seeing that the old man was still staring blankly, the man was not annoyed, and smiled gently: "Is there any problem?" At the same time, he gently raised his arm, as if to make the person in his arms sleep more comfortably.This kind of caring posture gives people the illusion of lovers.

The old man rubbed his hands, shook his head violently, and stammered: "Aha, no, nothing...Have a good time!"

He roared at the figure who was about to go away, the warm wind poured into his sleeves, and he shivered.

"Strange day."

Touching his beard, an unbelievable expression appeared on his old face.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three bullets lodged in the already scarred wall.Mycroft rolled his tongue and took away the cream on top of the brownie. "I said," he looked at his younger brother walking in the living room and snapped his fingers, "This is not your style, Xiali." "Shut up, Mycroft! Don't talk! Everyone shut up!"

The wrinkles on Sherlock's face are suspected to have increased.The gray-green eyes locked motionlessly on the photos posted on the wall.It had been four days since the man who had taken Sharon sent them such a picture.You can refer to the detective's expression, the whole house is already a mess - things haven't made any progress.

John, who couldn't take it anymore, put down the cup in his hand, pursed his lips, crossed his hips, and looked at the photo again—it was nothing special, it was just a girl he hadn't seen for a long time slumped on the back seat of the car, looking The look of being drugged.From the corner of the photo, it can be vaguely observed that the girl is in the suburbs.

"What a horrible plan." He muttered to himself, spreading his hands, "Just because you noticed the clue of that JM from those two Asians? Then it became like this?" "China has There is a saying, 'If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you find tiger cubs'."

A certain government official stood up and raised his little black umbrella. Although he was calm, his tone was never serious. "Besides, don't let other idle people know about this matter."

——For example, Moewukong next door.

—like those old friends in North Gower Street.

"Besides." John nodded in agreement, "You still have Moriarty to deal with."

[Fanwai] The little king in the little kingdom

The recent state of Sherlock Holmes can no longer be described as bad.

If you use the thinking hall as an example, then the word "the hall is no longer a mess" can be simply summed up.

The dark brown withered and old tree at the door twitched the morning light that was about to break its thread, and accompanied by a loud and full cry, the tree body trembled uneasily a few times.last leaf fall