Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

So in the end, who is the liar?

Ai Miye sat down and looked at the crime scene photos on the wooden table, not knowing when Sherlock got a backup.

There were no traces of excessive struggle on the body, and the place was very backward, so even if it was considered a suicide, it was not unreasonable.

However, the police believed that the victim's death was accidental rather than suicide, indicating that the police did not find any obvious fatal injuries on the body.

Possibly poisoned or suffocated.

If it was poisoning, then Ole was even more suspected. If it was suffocation, Karl was a hunter with much stronger strength than ordinary people, so it was easy to subdue the victim.

Just relying on photos, it is still very easy to have reasoning errors, Ai Miye wants to go to the scene to see.

She put on a coat, and looked at Mr. Consulting Detective, who was wrapped in a thin sheet, stood upright, and nestled unconsciously on the sofa.

"...change your clothes, Mr. Holmes."

"No, a single boring case, if you want, I can find a more interesting serial murder case for us."

"Hurry up, Sherlock." Ai Miye bent down to put on his shoes, and from the corner of his eye he saw that he was still indifferent.

Ok.

Ai Miye walked over a few steps, leaned over to support his face, offered a hot kiss, and suddenly backed out before Sherlock wanted to go deeper.

Sherlock looked down.

Her lips are red, which only makes people more excited.

The delicate skin is smooth and soft, like fine jade, fair and flawless, with a faint luster under the light.

His Adam's apple moved slightly, and his voice was a little low, "You are very good at commanding people, Mrs. Holmes, you have succeeded."

As soon as the voice fell, he got up from the sofa and went to the living room.

The effect is remarkable.

Taking advantage of Sherlock's time to change clothes, Ai Miye looked at her phone, but unexpectedly saw a text message. Since Kailin and Stark teamed up, she rarely received messages from anyone other than Sherlock. text message.

She flicked down the screen and glanced casually. Suddenly, her pupils constricted, her knuckles clenched, and her heartbeat stopped for a moment.

Cyril was gone.

The rich aroma of herbs filled the air, the dark green grass came into view, and the furniture made of old logs had been corroded.

The vines are tightly wrapped around the towering trees, lingering and climbing up, and the leaves are stuck in the gaps of the dark wood grains, blooming impossible miracle flowers.

Only a black soft chair is out of place here. The person sitting on it is wearing a hand-cut suit without brand design. It is made by a private designer, and every detail is designed to fit the owner's figure.

Her dyed black hair was brushed behind her ears, and she had a jade-like complexion, and even a dark vein could be seen a little closer.

The eyes are long and narrow, with deep and mysterious violet pupils.

The lines of the face are as if carved by a knife, and the distribution of the facial features presents a rare golden ratio. The favored son of heaven, who is favored by God, is a human being, but flows with the blood of God.

His bony fingers tapped the black leather armrest rhythmically, his eyes were lowered, and the long eyelashes covered the emotions inside.

"Tsk."

The knocking stopped abruptly, and he opened his eyes.

The black-haired man was slender, with a stern face mixed with evil and sickness, and dark green eyes staring at him playfully.

The scepter in Loki's hand is surrounded by the power of the gods, and the huge coercion is overwhelming, making people breathless.

The person sitting on the chair didn't seem to notice it, but deep and shallow lines appeared in the violet eyes, changing silently.

"Stop trying to get close to her."

The man's voice is extremely low, and the coldness and loneliness are colder than the snowy land where no one has set foot.

Loki didn't answer him, the corners of his lips raised slightly, his pale fingers clenched the scepter tightly, the coercion of the gods intensified, and a cruel smile appeared in his eyes.

won't you?

The man loosened his collar and unfastened his cuff buttons. The lines in his eyes deepened, like an ancient compass turning slowly.

The violent force oppressed against Loki's divine power.

The cold winter freezes the whole city, and there are flying snowflakes everywhere, clean and white, washing away the hustle and bustle of the city.

The door made of old logs was pushed open, and the room was silent.

There was still a strong aroma of medicinal herbs in the air. Cyril was half leaning on the wooden chair, his eyes were calm, and when he heard the sound of the door opening, he raised his eyes slightly and saw the person coming.

She came alone.

Xi Ruier's gaze moved slightly, and her voice was a little hoarse, "Ai Mi Ye."

He hadn't pronounced her name for a long time.

This place was too easily overlooked on the map of Mexico. It took a while to find her. In fact, it was safe with that man. At least the Holmes family could still have something to say in the political world.

If he hadn't noticed that Loki had come to the atrium again, he would not have planned to leave.

How could that kind of prison hold him? He is not a pure mutant, nor does he rely on mutant ability to survive in this world.

It's not that he has the ability to hide from the eyes of those law enforcement officers, but he just wants his sister to know that he is here to find her.

More importantly, dispel Loki's idea of ​​using his sister.

He didn't know how long it would take to make amends, and he naturally didn't expect his sister to forgive him one day, but he couldn't tolerate the possibility of Loki hurting his sister.

She is standing in front of him now.

"Why..." Ai Mi Ye's voice was very soft and low, but the room was too quiet, even if she said it softly, it was very obvious.

Cyril watched her silently.

"You still have to appear in front of me..."

"Can't you let me live like a normal person?"

"What else do I need to do?"

Ai Miye's voice was hoarse, her eyes were slightly red, "What else do I need to do for you to leave me? Can you completely disappear from my world? What else do I need to do?!"

Deathly silence.

Xi Ruier narrowed his eyes, the eyes were dark, his knuckle fingers moved almost undetectably, "Sorry..."

The person I want to see the most will never want to see him again in this life.

"Don't show up again, okay?" She sobbed softly, "It's a kind of torture for me that you live safely in this world."

Close your eyes.

This is what he deserves.

I don't know how long Ai Miye has been walking, but the sky is already dark, and the dense mist is lingering in the medicine garden, and the emerald green is more beautiful and charming amidst the mystery.

He unbuttoned his shirt, and there were shocking cracks on his pale skin, the tender red flesh was turned over, and there were traces of blood gurgling and drying up.

Treating the wound bit by bit, he remained silent, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

If I hadn't done that in the first place, if I hadn't been lured into doing those things by demons in the first place...

What a wonderful world it would be.