[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

Sorry sir, out of my profession, what I want to say is that all the characteristics of a plant must have its reason. "

"Reason? Are you trying to say... everything makes sense?"

It was the most insane day in the world.Discussing a flower with a person who can't even see his face, but the other party still speaks stubbornly with an Irish accent and sentences dipped in oriental ink.

This man was definitely not Moriarty.

She did not think Napoleon the criminal, who could drive two Sherlock Holmes mad, had such leisure.

The sound of the wheels rolling came closer, and the man yawned lazily. Now, Sharon could clearly see——

"Moriarty" wears an expensive suit and sits in a wheelchair.Behind him was an unknown strong man with a mighty figure and sunglasses.This can also explain why there are wheels and footsteps.

"Oh, it looks like I haven't introduced myself yet, little girl."

The man smiled so hard that his eyes curled up.

He stood up, and the wheelchair fell backwards.The strong man dressed as a bodyguard gently connected the wheelchair and stepped back silently.

Obviously there is no problem with his legs and feet, but he has to sit in a wheelchair.

Sharon curled her lips in disdain.Childish people.

"James Moriaty."

He slid up to the girl, and put it on the girl's shoulder abruptly. At the same time, when the brown pupil was getting bigger and bigger, he chuckled and turned his head. Suddenly, he bit the girl's ear .

Martyrs

The piercing pain spread from the root of the ear to the end of the nerve, and Sharon had no doubt that this lunatic would bite off his ear!

So I slapped the man reflexively, but seemed a little flustered.

"Heh..." James Moriarty didn't show the slightest surprise or annoyance. He just stretched out his hand and grabbed the girl's neck. Little damage to the neck.

"Little girl, you know what."

The man stuck out his tongue slowly and licked his lips, "The first time you interfered with my plan, and the second time you happened to meet my 'martyr'." Halfway through the words, he squeezed out a disapproving Yue's expression, "the third time—the third time. Maybe you're right, I am indeed a very naive person, and I am not as patient as dear Jim——!"

At the same time as the voice fell, the hand on the neck tightened a lot.Sharon felt her lungs congested, but when she heard someone's name, she still struggled to say: "You—as expected—are in the same group as Mo——Moriarty—""Ridiculous!"

Just now he was still a gentle gentleman, but in the next second he turned into a raging lion, roaring angrily.The man named James tilted his head, his dark and bottomless eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to see through people: "Maybe it's God's will to make us look the same, but our souls are probably—worlds apart !"

The strength of the neck was taken away in an instant.Sharon took a few steps back, sucked in the hard-won air, touched her neck and said, "You guys are twins?" "Biologically speaking, that's the case."

James took out a bunch of keys from the pocket of his suit, and shook them on his fingers, "But, little girl, from the moment you came into this world, the fate of me and that guy - is destined to be ruined by you Into the eye!"

The fate of me and that guy.

Two people who shouldn't have confronted each other.

appeared in the same time and space.

"People who shouldn't have appeared, but have appeared."

A voice deep in her heart said, and Sharon shuddered.

"What's the matter, little girl? I thought you would be furious because of that sentence." James suddenly smiled and leaned back, looking completely different from the previous angry appearance.Sharon remained silent.She couldn't tell that she would completely annoy the weirdo in front of her because of a certain word.Besides, she wasn't sure if the man who called himself James Moriarty really knew his origin.

The situation was stalemate for a while, only the occasional sizzling sound of splashing water could be heard, and the black waves that had been reflected in the dim light hit the heart one after another.

"Well," the girl shook her hand as if nothing happened.The man opened his eyes in surprise, only to see the girl turn her hands behind her back, tiptoe on the spot like a child, then fall down again, and so on.

"Well... what should I say? Mr. James, if you really don't like me..."

She paused for two seconds, and looked directly at the man with a surprised expression: "Why don't you take action now?"

James probably expected that Sharon would ask this question, and raised his eyebrows with satisfaction: "As for the small prey, do you think it's better to kill it with one shot, or to 'play' with it...is it more fun?" With Vibrato words, endless excitement.

abnormal.

Same pervert as Moriarty.

"Then," she tightened her hand, "what do you want to bring me here? To chat with you? ——Although you will indeed do this because of my husband's hobby, I don't think you should be so bored. ""I said, don't be nervous."

As if he had grasped something, he put away the keys, took out the phone from his pocket, pressed it a few times, and handed it to Sharon.The latter hesitated for a moment, then took it and asked, "Aren't you afraid that I will see something from your mobile phone?" "I'm afraid you can't do it with your current level."

Confidence, confident ego.Well, I really...have not personally experienced this ability because of Sherlock.

Thinking dejectedly, he froze again.

On the screen, there is a piece of news.The content is nothing complicated.Probably to expose some "genius liar" and the like, and she knew without continuing to read that the topic character was 100% the second brother mentioned in the previous few lines.

"Turn back." The man ordered.Although she was a little upset, she thought that she might have something to do with Sherlock, so she did it spinelessly...

Followed by a video.Perhaps because of the weather, her fingers trembled a little.Click on it, and the first shot is the besieged 221B Baker Street.

Even through the screen, you can feel the flickering light of gossip, arrogant accusations and seemingly righteous reprimands, which together completed the farce.Suddenly, the picture changed slightly, and she clearly saw a man in black wearing a deerstalker hat standing not far away.

He said he hated deer hats, but she couldn't guess why.

Now she probably understands a little bit.

Sherlock's back is very calm, even giving people the illusion that this incident has nothing to do with him.There is no sign of John on the screen-in fact, there is no one who can accompany Sherlock.This is also understandable.After all, the doctor's blond hair and his body were too obvious.Two people stand together, 100% will be found.And, maybe because of the current situation, Mycroft puts the doctor in a safe place.

She could probably imagine John Watson's expression of bewilderment and grief, with justice in his eyes.I wailed inexplicably in my heart.The people of Sherlock Holmes are all so lonely.Lonely, awkward child.

From a long time ago, when she looked at the boy who looked like a black panther leaning against the door of Mrs. Gwen's house, she thought so.

Sharon sighed and raised her head, but she was surprised that her vision suddenly turned black, and what happened after that became blurred.

She was awakened by the smell of tobacco lingering in her nose.

What kind of cushion did I seem to be sleeping on?

She touched it, but found nothing, except a corner of black fabric.

Looking up along the cloth, a gray-green ocean flooded into the line of sight, drowning people, unable to breathe.

"Sherlock?" Sharon said in surprise, her voice was not too hoarse.Sherlock, who hadn't appeared in the scene for a long time, just kept his posture and looked at the girl for a long time, then turned his gaze away, and said to the driver's seat, "Mycroft, there is no need to go to Barts Hospital."

Hospital?

Wait a minute, there are too many things omitted here, right?

She wanted to get up, but she always felt that something was wrong. The girl who took a step back noticed again——she only felt that there were two fires burning on her face——

Yes, the cushion she slept on was Sherlock's leg.

In other words, I was lying on the lap of this genius liar.

The so-called thin

The car suddenly jolted violently.Maybe it's walking on uneven ground, this feeling is still going on, and even has a tendency to escalate.

According to the current posture, the possibility of one party falling into the arms of the other party will never be less than 90.00%.But looking at the stinky face of the big detective, the girl decisively turned to the side, ready to run in the opposite direction from the man.

But things backfired.Sherlock seemed to have figured out this little thought a long time ago, stretched out his long hand, and grabbed the girl's collar.Due to losing control, Sharon was habitually trying to find a balance point. With the disappearance of the bumpy feeling, a softer touch came along with it...

Well, this time, he directly hugged the detective's waist and fell headlong into his lap.

It was peaceful.

"Cough." Mycroft in the driver's seat didn't know whether he was laughing or reminding him of something, "Well, it seems that our little sister is still quite energetic. What do you think of Anthea." "That's not bad at all, BOSS. "Miss Blackberry, who pressed her Blackberry phone, nodded solemnly.

Xue Lun's expression was very harmonious, and two lines of tears silently shed in her heart.So, lose face to the government...

The government is fine, she can no longer face this man who is hugged by her thighs and waist...

"Not Moriarty."

At this moment, this person who is "frivolous" by her