[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I opened a dessert shop on Baker Street

Demon hunters, a branch of wizards, are born with the ability to perceive spirits in nature, and there are magic powers in their bodies, which can be revealed in different forms.

Winsty, who was adopted by the Great Elder, learned the recognition of self-identity in the first class. Every witcher has the power of magic, and most of the witchers are in the body at a dangerous time. Magic ushered in the first awakening.

The bullet (bullet) was shot in the direction of the boy hanging the salt water bottle.

Wensty's last sliver of divine sense was already on the verge of death. She struggled with all her strength and exhausted her mind, but she couldn't stop the bullets (bullets) from shooting.

However, the bullet (bullet) did not hit the boy.

An invisible shield was erected on his side, blocking the bullets from outside.

When the boy's pure blue eyes looked over, the remaining divine sense in Wensty's body revived again, and her soul was surrounded by a warm light, gradually driving away the bone-chilling chill.

Those blue eyes, she knew, like a clear cloudless sky, with a tiny blood clot under the pupil.

Such a clean blue color has not changed in 50 years. It is these eyes that tell the history of the witcher to Wensty, and it is these eyes that told her to "remember the spell to come back". The owner of the blue eyes gave Winsty the initial care.

Wensty's sanity slowly came back. She never thought that she would meet the First Elder on such an occasion 50 years ago. This can definitely be regarded as a pleasant surprise.

The bullet (bullet) fell to the ground, and the boy's mother was already frantic. She cried and ran to hug the child who survived the catastrophe, with tears on her face.

The mother used a "miracle" to explain all this. Mingzi (Dan) had already approached her child, but he avoided the inevitable disaster. Is there any greater miracle than this?

The boy was ignorant and didn't understand why his mother was so excited. His whole body was held tightly by his mother, and his body was kneaded into a sponge.

He saw Wensty standing in the corner, and saw her eyes gradually fade from scarlet red to black before.

There was a smile in her eyes, and he felt very kind, as if he had known her before.

The Great Elder is still under 12 years old at this time, and he still doesn't know anything about the power in his body and his future mission. Demon hunters are connected by the umbilical cord of magic power. He instinctively wants to get close to Wensti in the corner , say a few words to her.

But this person who made him feel close was a first-level killer in the eyes of the special forces who were pressing every step of the way. A special soldier came over and took their mother and son to evacuate.

The boy glanced back as he left, and she collapsed in the confusion.

The chaos at Newman's Private Hospital is finally over.

When they saw that the hostages had all escaped from the hospital, the policemen around the hospital were also relieved. The special forces were indeed special forces. Suddenly, they rushed into the hospital to help rescue.

Lestrade wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked over to Mycroft's car.

"Sir, the first batch of hostages have been rescued. All Scotland Yard police will cooperate with the special forces to complete the evacuation work. Do you have any instructions?"

Mycroft: "I see, you have rich experience, I trust your command, hard work."

Inspector Lestrade left, and Mycroft tightly held the umbrella handle in his hand, without a trace of relief on his face.

The captain's voice sounded again from the communication device in his hand: "Sir, the situation has stabilized, and there have been no hostage casualties."

"What about that girl?"

"We captured her alive."

Hearing this news, Mycroft finally breathed a sigh of relief. This is a good ending. He said to the special forces: "Hard work, the government and people will remember your bravery and excellence in their hearts."

After commending the special forces, Mycroft looked at Sherlock, with a sincere smile on the corner of his mouth, which came from the elder brother's care for the younger brother.

He himself would not admit that the smile was genuine, and if Sherlock woke up at this moment and saw the smile on his lips, he would say, "The matter is settled, and I can have a peaceful evening."

He won't tell the truth.

According to the time limit of the sedative, Mycroft could have had a peaceful evening, but Sherlock woke up early.

The blue sky left the last touch of brilliance.

After Sherlock woke up, the first sentence he said was not elegant.

"Pay attention to your words, brother. If Mrs. Holmes heard what you just said, I'm afraid your etiquette class will have to be repeated." Mycroft sat beside him, flipping through today's evening paper.

All the evening papers gave their front pages today to the riot at Newman's Private Hospital.

Sherlock saw the red and bold headline on the newspaper at a glance, and he couldn't help mocking: "It's so ridiculous to let the culprit escape. Your subordinates should indeed be re-elected."

Sherlock also wanted to ridicule Mycroft for not knowing anyone. He had been undercover with Sisia for so long, but he didn't notice it at all, probably because his eyes were blocked by desserts.

Such an opportunity to be sarcastic is so rare, but Sherlock's words turned into: "What about her?"

"Dead," answered Mycroft, not taking his eyes off the paper, "by suicide."

There was a brief silence in the room.

"I'm referring to Wensty, not your subordinate Cicia."

Mycroft turned a page of the newspaper, pretending to be surprised: "I thought you were referring to Cicia."

"So what about her?"

Of course it wasn't Cicia, he didn't care about Cicia at all, but Sherlock didn't want to argue with Mycroft at this time.

Mycroft closed the wide-open newspaper, folded it, and laid it flat on his lap.Facing Sherlock's questioning gaze, he said, "She's fine."

Mycroft was lying when he gave such reassuring glances.

"Which ward of which hospital is she in?"

Sherlock grabbed his coat and was about to go outside.

Mycroft did not answer, but asked him instead: "Do you remember Redbeard?"

"I don't want to mention my dog ​​at this time, where is she? Oh, you must have been where she is, judging by the smell on your body and the reports in the newspaper... She is in the City Central Hospital, Thank you."

"Sherlock, I want you to take a look at this thing before you go to City Central Hospital."

Mycroft didn't expect to be able to hide it from Sherlock at all. Even if he didn't tell the whereabouts of Wensty, Sherlock could figure it out by himself. If he didn't even have this ability, how could he be considered a "Sherlock Holmes" ?

But before Sherlock went to City Central Hospital, Mycroft wished he'd realized the complexity of the situation.

Mycroft threw something to Sherlock, a perfect arc, and Sherlock caught it without error.

"Lestrade's phone?"

The page stayed on the page of the video email sent by Dr. Newman to Lestrade. When Sherlock saw the title, the light blue lake water in his eyes trembled.

The presents have arrived and Merry Christmas.

Dr. Newman once asked the negotiator to bring a message, saying that he would give him a gift, and the gift is in this video.

Mycroft sat aside, and he saw that Sherlock's hand hadn't pressed the play button of the video.

Sherlock is terrified.

Everything is a cat in Schrödinger's box when it is not witnessed.

Mycroft: "If you don't dare to open it, I'd be more than happy to help you."

Mycroft will always have a way to "deal with" Sherlock. Sherlock tapped his fingertips and pressed the video play button.

Although unexpected, the situation was much better than he had imagined.

Sherlock threw the phone back to Mycroft, put on his coat, and he was going to find Winsty.

"After you read it, you don't have any ideas?" Mycroft stopped Sherlock before he went out.

Sherlock has only one syllable: "No."

As the peaceful evening wore on, Mycroft got up and followed Sherlock.

"The special forces were going smoothly, but because of her appearance, the smooth process was interrupted."

Sherlock strode forward.

"I believe you can also see that she has a special ability, which should not be underestimated."

Sherlock said lightly: "It's really your nature to make a fuss."

After passing through a long corridor, Sherlock and Mycroft walked onto the street. A crimson color filled the skyline and was about to be submerged in the night.

The taxis in London didn't like Sherlock today. He held out his hand for a while, but he didn't wait for an empty taxi. Mycroft followed Sherlock, standing aside with his hands on the umbrella.

Sherlock gave him a disgusted look and said, "Can you not follow me?"

It's always been very smooth, only today it doesn't work. Sherlock thinks it's all Mycroft's fault. It's not that the London taxis don't like him anymore, but that the London taxis don't like Mycroft.

"No," replied Mycroft, "I need to warn you that you won't be able to hail an empty taxi to City Central Hospital tonight."

He used a little trick, and all the empty taxis would not pass this road.

Sherlock put down his hand to stop the taxi. Since Mycroft said so, there will definitely be no more free taxis in front of him.

Sherlock walked up to Mycroft, without any extra expression, gave him a silent look, and then walked forward.

He was against the direction of the night wind, and the street lights stretched his shadow very long.

Looking at Sherlock's back, Mycroft felt a sense of loss. He had grown so big, he already had a generous back, and he had someone who cared.

Mycroft followed: "Don't tell me, you plan to walk to the City Central Hospital, it will take at least two hours."

"It's only two hours."

"She is too dangerous and could cause harm to society."

"You won't forget that I'm an antisocial personality with a high IQ, and I may also cause harm to society. Oh, isn't that why you keep sending people to watch me?" In the night wind, Sherlock's voice was extremely low.

Mycroft paused. "Sherlock Holmes."

He rarely called Sherlock by his full name, and Sherlock stopped in front.

"My car will take you there."

Sherlock turned back: "Thank you."

"No need to thank you," Mycroft stood under the street lamp, his figure was tall and straight, holding his small black umbrella on his back. This man is not only an elder brother, but also a powerful leader. His Compromise requires equivalent exchange, "When you come back, I hope you can have a serious talk with me."

Mycroft's tone was serious. Sherlock had to face up to what happened to Winsty, face up to her special ability, face up to her dangerous actions, and then make a judgment with clear and rational thinking.

Mycroft looked into Sherlock's gray blue eyes: "I'll wait for your return."

A black car stopped beside Sherlock, and Sherlock left in the car, still unable to forget the weight in Mycroft's eyes.

The car stopped at the Municipal Central Hospital. All the patients in the Newman Private Hospital had to be transferred today, and the Municipal Central Hospital was extremely busy.

With Mycroft's instruction, Sherlock directly found the ward where Winsty was.

Across the door of the ward, the doctor told Sherlock: "She was shot in the shoulder and leg. The bullets (bullets) have been taken out. There is no serious problem, but her body is extremely weak."

The doctor left separate space for the two of them.

When Sherlock pushed open the door of the ward, he felt a sense of homelessness in vain. He stood outside the door for a while before pushing the door open and going in.

The smell of disinfectant in the ward was very unpleasant, and Wensty would never like this smell.

I should have brought a bouquet of flowers.

Sherlock thought so, Winsty must not like the smell of disinfectant, she likes the sweet scent of flowers.

Wensty lying on the hospital bed was like a butterfly with broken wings, lying on a white flower.

Her face and lips are paler than before, her eyes are closed tightly, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes. She looks so fragile, how can she be connected with the girl with strange powers in the video? ?

Sherlock sat by the hospital bed, staring at her quietly.

Maybe the girl in the video is not Wensty at all, that girl's eyes are red like blood, but Wensti's eyes are like autumn black currant wine, the ripe juice precipitates a sweet fragrance .

He went to touch her hand, her hand was very cold, if the doctor hadn't told him that Wensty's life was not in danger, he would really have mistakenly thought that she had passed away to meet Satan.

But fortunately not, otherwise, even if he robbed her, he would have snatched her back from Satan—although the Adams family believed so much in the angel who fell into the abyss of darkness, Sherlock was not afraid of offending him.

The current Wensti is just asleep, and she will wake up when she regains her energy. It's just that she's lazy, and this time she's so tired, it will definitely take longer.

He doesn't mind waiting.

Children love stories, Winsty said.

Even though Sherlock didn't have a story in his mind, thanks to the rapid development of electronic information technology, Sherlock held Wensty's hand and said softly: "I'll read you a story about the green-haired Grinch. "

His voice sounded like a whispering cello.

The author has something to say: Everyone says I am short, do you want to see me cry?

感谢在2020-04-2719:46:33~2020-04-2815:34:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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