Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

She whispered, "He's a liar..."

Charles was stunned for a second, and then remembered that his memory still remained at that time when he became good friends with Harry. Later, Harry and Ai Miye were kidnapped, but only Ai Miye came back alive.

At that time, this matter was suppressed by the Kailin family, and no one knew about it. It was not until later that he never saw Harry again that he vaguely understood what happened.

Being alone, depriving her of her beloved and friends, leaving her alone is more painful than killing her.

He stretched out his hand, wrapped her around her, patted her shoulder lightly, and said, "It's okay, Ai Mi Ye, it's all over."

The ice under the snow-capped mountains on the snow-capped mountains will one day melt.

Just like the ice on the river in early spring, it breaks, melts, and disappears bit by bit.

At that time, the cherry blossoms in early spring bloomed, and the delicate and moving petals exuded a faint fragrance, which was fragrant and pleasant.

The real relief is delicate and soft, without a vigorous start and no hysterical end.

He patted her on the shoulder, and his gentle voice lingered in her ears, "I will always be by your side, don't be afraid, the nightmare is over, no one can hurt you."

The quiet time contains infinite vitality, the past has passed, the future is coming, and life is endless.

Ai Miye gradually relaxed, and was about to speak, when suddenly she felt a very strong heat coming from her back.

She turned around, dazed.

A huge sea of ​​fire that seemed to burn everything devoured the wooden boards, and gray smoke billowed in. There were screams and crying mixed with it from outside.

The sound of the explosion was deafening, and everything turned into a silent movie. She watched helplessly as the spreading crimson sea crazily swept those young children with unlimited prospects.

She had not dared to set foot on Xavier Manor for many years, because she was afraid of leading evil to these children who were in the prime of their lives.

However, what she was most afraid of happened before her eyes.

Those hot fireworks also burned her heart.

The firelight reflected in her eyes, forming intense lines that could no longer be erased.

The cries and screams of the children seemed to be recorded by a phonograph, and they played back in her mind non-stop.

Huge explosions sounded everywhere, and people ran with fear and helplessness written all over their faces.

She closed her eyes.

The last scene she saw was Charles standing in front of her.

When she woke up again, the location had changed. She looked at the man in front of her, her mouth was moving, but she didn't speak.

After a while, she realized that maybe it wasn't that he didn't speak, but that she couldn't hear him.

She touched her ear, felt a hard lump, buckled it a little, only to find that it was dried blood.

She looked at the curly-haired man again, judging from the shape of his lips, what he said was, "Are you okay? Can you hear me?"

She couldn't read other more complicated words.

She slowed down for a while, and gradually she could hear voices.

"Where is this place?" Her face was still covered with dust, and her whole body was dirty, like a soldier who survived the war.

Sherlock picked her up, grabbed her wrist and walked in a certain direction, "Outside of Xavier Manor. Jessica will transfer all the shares into your name, because she knows that she will not live soon, she It is indeed one of the black hands, but there is still a real leader who has not shown up, that person is the root cause of your involvement in the case, and Jessica is just that person's subordinate, or executor."

She was a little dizzy, her limbs were a little weak, and her body was very uncomfortable, but she didn't stop, trying to keep up with his pace, "Is this explosion planned by Jessica?"

"She is just a participant. Now both the FBI and S.H.I.E.L.D. are investigating her. If there is any trouble, she will be arrested. She dare not take this risk."

"You knew she wasn't a real criminal?"

"No matter which level you define, she is a real criminal, but all of this is obviously not planned by her IQ. Her experience in criminal investigation is outrageous, and even a novice policeman from Scotland Yard is worse than her." Qiang, look at her modus operandi, it is full of flaws, but in contrast to the cases you encountered before, every detail was handled perfectly, this can only show that there are two murderers, without the brains behind her, she It's like a headless fly now."

Ai Mi Ye: ...

Sir, your descriptive vocabulary is getting better.

From the outskirts of the Xavier Manor came a secret path, and followed Sherlock for more than ten minutes from the path to the side of the road.

Ai Miye didn't ask him how he knew, she didn't want to humiliate herself, after all, that should be the most basic two-dimensional plan in Sherlock's eyes.

After getting into the taxi, she suddenly felt that as long as she stayed with Sherlock, she was safe.

This cognition lasted for three seconds before she stopped thinking so.

She patted Sherlock on the shoulder, "The car behind seems to be following us."

Sherlock stared ahead, without turning to look, "It should be following me, now that Jessica is in danger, she has no time to follow you."

Ai Mi Ye: ... Is that the point?

The point is to follow, Dad just escaped from the explosion.

The taxi stopped at the location Sherlock said, and Sherlock pulled her wrist and ran wildly towards an alley.

She had just experienced an explosion, so her physical strength would soon be exhausted if she continued running like this, and she had always lacked exercise, so running away was definitely not a good idea.

"Sir? Sherlock?" she called to him, but he didn't listen.

Suddenly he stopped and squatted in front of her. She understood what he meant and didn't refuse.

So the situation became Sherlock running behind her back.

He took her to hide in a restaurant and went straight to the bathroom. Fortunately, the bathroom in this restaurant is independent, not divided into men and women, but separate single rooms.

He pulled her to wash her face at the sink, and she immediately took off her coat. Although the outer clothes were already dirty, but fortunately, the shirt inside was still clean, and the skirt on her lower body was patted. After a few moments, she wanted to be thankful that the skirt she wore today was of good quality, not only not damaged but also not easy to get dusty.

He glanced at her, his sharp eyes were like a computer in operation, he took off the windbreaker and put it on her, and then dragged her into the bathroom.

She turned her back to the bathroom door, and after a while, she heard footsteps coming towards the bathroom.

She jumped on Sherlock. Although he looked thin, his arm muscles were powerful.

She kissed him a second before the bathroom door was knocked open.

She put her arms around his neck, blocking his recognizable black curly hair.

Then, after a brief look, the person behind said sorry and the door was closed again.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't let go of Sherlock's hand and kissed his lips.

She deepened the kiss.

Oh god, what did she say, she didn't need a year to get him.