[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

During the process, there was no obvious struggle in the girl's eyes, and that indifferent look was completely different from the trembling expression before receiving the gun.

James froze for a moment, then smiled: "Finally understand..."

Then, the pupils shrank, because Sharon swung the gun and pointed it at James.In an instant, the surrounding black-clothed soldiers quickly drew their guns and aimed at Sharon. "This is too brave, ma'am." He pulled the muzzle of the gun against his forehead with his hand, and smiled at Yanyan.It seemed that she was not afraid of the power of bullets at all. In fact, Sharon did not intend to shoot, she was not that stupid yet.

"No, I just want to say, Mr. Jim Moriarty, I hope you can say hello in advance when you come out next time."

Quiet for a while.

The surrounding blacks were ready to take a step forward, but were stopped by Moriarty.He asked with great interest, "How did you find out that I was Jim?"

In fact, everyone raised their curiosity and held their breath waiting for a surprising answer.

The girl moved her lips and said:

"intuition."

...is indeed a surprising answer.

"I don't believe it," Jim laughed, but the smile was tinged with a slight sullenness. "James and I have become inseparable. It's impossible for ordinary people to see the difference--as long as we don't admit it. What are you doing now?" ? Showing off? Pretending to be cool?"

He clicked his tongue immediately, "Tell you, you are so stupid."

On the surface, Xue Lun still forced herself to hold on, but in her heart, there were thousands of mud horses roaring past.The baby is bitter, but if the baby doesn't say it...she really relies on her intuition!Haven't you heard the phrase "A woman's intuition is always so unreasonable."?Combine it with a detail: James likes to wear bright ties, while Jim almost only wears black ties.

She puffed up her cheeks secretly.She has to figure out who is playing with her!After so many days of being angry, do you really think she is a persimmon that is easy to handle?

Halfway through the thought, I suddenly felt a tightness in my waist, and my whole body was forcibly turned back, facing the live target.Jim held her roughly, clutching her waist with one hand, and fiddling with her gun hand with the other.This guy doesn't look as tall as Sherlock, and he looks handsome, and his movement strength is no worse than Sherlock's.

"shot!"

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Not one shot, but two.The first bullet hit the tied man's shoulder, but it was still not fatal.And the second shot came from behind them.

A voice that has not been heard for a long time rang out: "Have a nice weekend, Mr. Moriarty, can you give me back my wife now?"

Even if Sharon didn't look back, she could still imagine that her Mr. Holmes must be wearing the unbuttoned long trench coat, handsomely holding a gun, with flying hair and bright eyes.Maybe alone, but always invincible.

Jim clasped her, turned around slowly, curled his lips suddenly, let go of his hand quickly, and almost slapped her.

... Hey, this is not playing according to the play!What about the promised hero to save the beauty?This villain must be an imposter!

Before the brain hole was finished, I fell into a strong embrace (what happened to your abs for so long? Why is your growth rate so fast TAT), the snot that had just slipped in came out again, and stuck a certain White shirt.

Sharon raised her hand in embarrassment, no rubbing, no rubbing, no, Sherlock kept staring at her in distress, almost staring her out of a big hole.

She is also watching her Mr. Detective.The detective lost weight and darkened a little, looked dusty, and... "He actually gained weight."

The first words to her.

And he continued on his own: "It's a miracle. According to the general law, the hostage should lose weight. In layman's terms, the nutrients evaporate with sweat, and you actually gain weight..." The tone was quite It's a pity, and it also comes with a pity embarrassing face, "But it's okay, it feels more comfortable than before..."

James Moriarty had just taken over the position of his brother, and all he saw was a smiling face and a horse face with a nosebleed (?).He probably knew what was going on, and laughed heartily: "Mr. Holmes, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"As you wish, I have completed the 'task' you gave us." Sherlock raised his chin proudly, as always, "And I also got a good thing." He freed a hand, from his arms He took out a somewhat worn envelope.

Sharon's sharp eyes saw the envelope written in light blue ink: "To my dear sons"

James stiffened. "The person who gave me the envelope should be a good friend of your mother's. She kept the letter and pressed it under the bed. She was involved in the process of destroying the remnants of the party. We chatted about your story by chance. Name, she knew I 'know' you and insisted that I forward this letter to you."

James looked at Sherlock, then at Sharon, and finally opened the letter silently.He carefully read the content of the letter in his heart, except for a slight startle at the beginning, the rest was calm.

The letter was neither long nor short. At the end, he sighed slightly and gave Sherlock a Jim-like smile: "Thank you sincerely, Mr. Holmes. It is our honor to fight against you."

Just as Sherlock was wondering what this cunning poisonous snake wanted to do, in an instant, the other party grabbed the gun in Bob's hand, a loaded gun, and stuffed it into his mouth. There was a third shot.

Suicide by drinking a bullet, a familiar plot, but not a familiar person.But that's not certain.

The glorious and absurd life of the Moriartys may end happily here inadvertently.

The first one to growl was that iron-clad man Bob. He hugged his master's body that was sliding down, and at the same time picked up the gun from James' hand, and pointed at Sherlock and Sharon. Hidden, under the half cover of gunfire and rushed to the door, the responders yelled at them, opened the door, entered the car, slammed the door, and fled.A series of actions are in order.

Looking at two rolling landscapes.Sharon felt like she was in a dream.

"Moriarty had a premonition of something, so he pushed the gatekeepers away." She and Sherlock sat in the back seat, one on the left and one on the right.Sherlock raised his hand, as if explaining the follow-up to her.

"Jim Moriarty should be the one who won't let go easily." She said with a slight slant in her eyes, "So all this is James' idea. But why is Jim willing to cooperate with his brother..." "You haven't Do you understand? The emotion between these two people has surpassed the so-called brotherhood." Someone knocked on the forehead, and the other party gave him a contemptuous look.

I am crazy and insane, and my body will not be able to accommodate me any more this day, but as long as you look at me, I can give up everything I have done.

It seems a bit nasty... But, it's time to lament the power of love.

"They are not cold-blooded and heartless after all." Sherlock crossed his legs, and continued to judge sharply, "Hmph, why did you say that my emotions are my Achilles' heel, and I am not the same."

...Focus... It still seems strange?

"Then do his underlings know the truth? Will they continue to be the new remnant party?" Sharon couldn't help leaning over, and before she could hear the answer, the familiar nausea from the previous few days surged again.

Seeing his girlfriend retching, Sherlock's face turned pale. Although there was no expression, his tone was obviously much softer, even with a gentleness that he didn't know: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

The girl suddenly retracted into his arms, and just as he was about to tease her, his chest suddenly felt moist.

He was startled, and pressed his slender fingers against that face. He wanted Sharon to lift her head up, but the girl's temper was coming, and she couldn't move it.

The problem is that the girl is crying and retching...

An inaccurate guess was formed in his mind, and Sherlock tentatively asked with uncertainty: "Sharon...cough...you...I'm going to be a father?"

It's okay if you don't say this, but once you say it, the tears will burst out and flow out. You are as smart as Sherlock, but you are unfamiliar with pleasing girls.

Sharon had this kind of reaction a long time ago, but she never said it, nor was she able to share this joy with her.She is not a person who likes to cry, she just thought that a child who was not yet born, followed her to receive such a crime.For mothers, for women's nature, it is an unforgivable sense of guilt.

It's okay to say she's weak.It's okay to be hypocritical, but she is very sad, very sad.She is not a happy person, she even has to bear with her dearest and favorite people, she can't stand it, and she doesn't want to.Just like she and Sherlock met again in the room surrounded by poisonous gas at first, it was also a bit out of control like this.And that's okay, because he's Sherlock.

So James or Jim laughed at her indecision, which is not the case.Maybe she has some sometimes, but she is growing gradually, and she has not completely abandoned this "shortcoming", because determination and courage are reserved for those who are worthy.

"Hey, turn around and concentrate on driving your car." Sherlock glared sullenly at the gossiping driver, holding the girl in one arm, and the soft part of his heart was hit over and over again.

He lowered his eyes, kissed the girl's forehead, opened the windbreaker, and completely wrapped the house in front of him, which was shrunk like a ball.