I have special killing skills

Excited, although she doesn't really like to read aloud, but the big detective likes to show off his childlike behavior when he is bored, which makes everyone feel interesting.

The second son of the Holmes family is actually quite cute, isn't he?

Just as he was finishing his speech, he suddenly heard a deep voice, followed by powerful magic power.

"Sleep quickly!"

Clenching his fists subconsciously, he took Watson into his arms.The special physique of the unicorn allows Sherlock to avoid being affected by magic. Watson just felt dizzy, shook his head, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a group of people lying on the ground.

A few handsome men in black trench coats jumped down from the top of the building. They held wooden sticks in their hands--Watson is not used to calling it a wand--and released a magic spell on themselves the moment they landed to make them fall safely.Walking in quickly, the tips of the men's wands glowed with different colors.

Soon, the mutants mixed in the crowd were found out. Moriarty, who was blocked by Moran, looked around and found that one of them was the young man who had threatened Sherlock with the ice pick.

"That kid looks good, I think if possible, let him help me." Moriarty whispered to Moran, "Parker will like him."

"Maybe." Moran didn't give an affirmative reply. In fact, he was sure that Parker wouldn't like that mutant, but to Moriarty, Parker was always so obedient.

Moriarty smiled. After the German wizards dispersed, he walked up to Gellert and the others who had already left the house, and asked, "It's amazing magic."

"No, this magic is very basic, but the original intention of creating magic is to defend and resist Muggles. If you use it well, you can achieve a large-scale destructive purpose. Of course, what I mean is that he has no effect on ordinary Muggles The role of the melon is more obvious." Gellert said to Moriarty with a reserved smile.

Moriarty looked at him, then at Mycroft, tilted his head: "Where are Sheldon and Inspector Lestrade?"

"For safety, I don't think they need to get involved." Mycroft looked calm.

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Holmes has nothing to rely on other than his bright brain." Moriarty raised his brows, and proudly pulled Moran beside him to show off his ownership.

Mycroft just smirked, then raised the black umbrella in his hand, and said nothing more.

I knew there was something wrong with that umbrella, and I would have to get it and take it apart sooner or later.Moriarty wrinkled his nose.

Moran thought more: "These mutants won't be all of them."

Gellert nodded: "Yes, obviously, the most powerful thing we need to face has yet to come. But maybe Mr. Holmes," he said, turning to Mycroft, "would you like to give me one, I'm interested in their genes."

"*Dissection is illegal." Mycroft said while shaking the black umbrella in his hand.

"Of course, that's disgraceful. I just want to clarify some problems. Maybe mutants can help me." Gellert still smiled lightly.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows: "If the gene pool is guaranteed not to be leaked, of course, I am willing to help our allies."

Gellert had a satisfied smile on his face, but Sherlock, who had been watching coldly, suddenly raised his head, frowned and said, "Here we are."

Moriarty blinked, and suddenly saw a shadow.

Looking up, he was surprised to find a house flying over.

No, it's not that the house is flying by itself, but someone is holding it to this side.The house was apparently new, and the steel structure helped the man's movements well, and it was apparently Magneto Eric who was holding it up.

He still likes big scenes so much.Moriarty stroked his chin.

But immediately, he saw something was wrong.

"Hey, Sebastian, does that look familiar to you? That house." Moriarty asked in a low voice.

After hearing this, Moran raised his head to look, and was stunned the moment he saw it.He turned his head and stared at Moriarty for a while, then said, "Jim, that seems to be the house in our estate."

"……what?"

Moriarty looked up with his eyes wide open, and naturally recognized it.

Moriarty felt angry when the house he lived in for a day was uprooted and held up in the sky.He narrowed his eyes, wanting to knock down the man flying in mid-air.

But before that, he thought of a problem.

"How do I remember that there was someone who stayed there before we came?"

Moran was taken aback, then nodded: "Yes, your friend."

"My friend... Oh, Charles!" Moriarty yelled, but there was no panic or surprise, but full of interest and unspeakable excitement.

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No one knows how Charles is feeling now, because even he himself can't tell.

He had had an extremely unfriendly quarrel with Eric that had been caused by Charles himself.He meets Eric at the inn, and the man is clearly surprised to see him, and expresses his surprise quite bluntly.

And joy.

Yes, Eric likes to see Charles. It seems that every man who is cruel or withdrawn has a very special side, that is, they like to stay with the familiar people they know. For Eric In other words, Charles was undoubtedly an acquaintance.special acquaintance.

Charles gave the man a fist without hesitation, and then collapsed to the ground.

The price of ability is the loss of the ability to walk. No one knows how painful Charles is, at least not Eric.He put Charles to bed and left there, he said, to have a break with Charles when he got back from work.

Damn Eric, he should be locked up in the basement of the Pentagon and never come out!

Charles, who had suffered some shoulder pain, was lying in Moriarty's house. He didn't go to the bedroom, which belonged to others. He just lay on the sofa, slowly trying to master his abilities.

And just when he vaguely contacted Eric, he suddenly felt a violent vibration.

In a panic, Charles fell to the floor. The soft carpet did not hurt him, but the sudden tilt of the house caused the sofa to slide towards him. Charles used the strength of his arms to roll aside in embarrassment instead As for being crushed to death by the sofa.

earthquake?

No, no, the earthquake wouldn't let him see the blue sky from the window.

God!Charles tried his best to stretch out his hand and move forward, and then put his hand on the window frame. What he saw outside surprised him.

This house, is flying!

☆、118·Our Emma

Compared to the astonishment of others, Moriarty enjoyed himself a lot.

"Guess, is Charles on top?" Moriarty asked Moran who was beside him in a good mood.

Moran said while loading plastic bullets into his pistol, "I don't know."

Moriarty wrinkled his nose and looked very dissatisfied: "You are so boring." But immediately he stopped dwelling on his own problems, and looked at the gun in Moran's hand curiously, "You always seem to be You can find a lot of the same scenes.”

Moran had his way, of course, but he didn't think it was a good idea to tell little Jim.

Moriarty wrinkled his nose, turned his head angrily, and saw Dr. Watson whose eyes were covered by Sherlock.The good doctor seems very dissatisfied with his current state, at least from the corners of his mouth, it can be seen that the good doctor is not in a good mood at the moment.

Sherlock obviously didn't want Watson to see Eric, which gave Moriarty a good association.

"If I'm not wrong, maybe, detective, you're hiding something interesting from the good doctor?" Moriarty pointedly looked at Sherlock's forehead.

Sherlock ignored him, but that didn't mean the good doctor couldn't hear him.For John Watson, who has always been a young man, he has always firmly adhered to the simplest kindness and bottom line in the hearts of ordinary people, but this does not mean that he will be timid and cowardly.He stretched out his hand, grabbed Sherlock's wrist, and took the dry and warm palm away from his eyes.

Then Watson involuntarily widened his eyes.

"Hey, good doctor, are you satisfied with what you see?" Moriarty asked excitedly.

Watson ignored him, just stared at the house in the sky, then turned to look at Sherlock and said, "I don't think this is scientific."

"Existence is reasonable, Dr. Watson." Seeing that his brother was silent, Mycroft joined the conversation in good time.

Watson wanted to say something, but immediately, he saw the house flying over here quickly.The speed was very fast, and it became faster and faster under the action of gravity. Moriarty believed that as long as it fell to the ground, what he might see would not be a beautiful little house, but a pile of dilapidated stones.

"Damn Eric." Moriarty subconsciously shrank into Moran's arms, his back pressed against the man's strong chest, feeling the man's heartbeat, and Moriarty cursed in a low voice.

Moran hugged him tightly, his eyes calmly catching Eric's figure who was still in mid-air.At the same time, Gellert and many German wizards raised their wands at the same time. Their postures were almost exactly the same, and even their expressions seemed to be reproduced.

A string of spells that Moriarty couldn't understand came out of their mouths, and then the house slowed down sharply in the air, and then stopped less than half a meter from the ground.The moment the wizards withdrew their wands, the house fell to the ground. Moriarty could see the decorative stones outside the house trembling, but fortunately there was no other damage.

"I admire your magic." Mycroft said with a smile.

"Please call it magic, Mr. Holmes." Gellert smiled faintly on his handsome face.

Moriarty didn't like his little house being treated like this at all, and was about to turn around and complain to Moran, when he saw the man raised his pistol.

This gun was made of non-magnetic material, and it was handed over to Moran by Mycroft himself.Looking at Eric who had been loyal to him for a full year, Moran's eyes were flat.

Moriarty lay on Moran's body and looked up into his lover's eyes. He liked the indifference in them.Yes, Moriarty likes to see the way Moran treats others as if they are objects, which makes Moriarty feel that he is special, and being a special one is always very happy, isn't it?

Moriarty didn't know anything about what happened during Moran's stay with Eric for a year, but seeing Moran's expression now, Moriarty was very satisfied, so Little Building Block became uncontrollably happy .When he is happy, he always does something to add to the fun. This time, little Jim chose the way that Moran liked.

Standing on tiptoe, he gently kissed the corner of Moran's mouth with a smile.

The moment Moran pulled the trigger, he heard Moriarty's soft voice with a peculiar ending: "We'll get married when we get back."

What a gift.

Moran didn't even look to see if he had hit the target, so he put down his hands and hugged his lovely lover in his arms.

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Little Jim, enjoying the warmth of his lover, didn't pay too much attention to the war between wizards and mutants, which was actually quite boring.

Isn't it just a bunch of strange light beams, a string of spells, various objects flying around, and people who flash out from time to time and can launch various attacks?

Poor little Jim, who was well protected and had no ability to attack or protect himself, and Moran, who shot Magneto's arm and helped his own side, has been watching the battle. Sitting next to them is the same combat power of five. Four Sherlock Holmes.

Maybe they haven't changed their surname yet, but it's just a matter of time, isn't it?Nasty Sherlock Holmes always has to do the one above.

"I thought you and Sheldon got along pretty well." Moriarty, who didn't know where to get a bottle of drink, shrank himself in the chair and leaned against Moran with a satisfied expression on his face.

Inspector Lestrade's face froze when asked, and the expression of this good inspector changed instantly.

When he was 20 years old, he felt that the biggest ups and downs in his life was when he met a little curly who sent himself to the police station because of drug addiction; The all-pervasive older brother; a few days ago, the good detective's bump became those guys who never flouted the law and were extraordinarily powerful - be they wizards or mutants.

And now, Inspector Lestrade, who stayed with Sheldon for less than half an hour, firmly turned the biggest Kaner into the young man named Sheldon Cooper.

God, we are all Earthlings, but why can't I understand what he said!I am a British policeman, and I have done meritorious service for the Queen!I have done my best for my country!Can you bully others with less education if you are a Ph.D.?

Seeing that the good detective was silent, Moriarty knew the answer.Looking out the window contentedly, the fight seems to be gradually subsiding. Moriarty tilted his head and said in a good mood: "I think this is probably the most interesting thing I have ever experienced."

"I don't think so." Sherlock, who had been explaining to Watson in a low voice why some people can breathe fire and others can be magnets, raised his head and said something coldly to Moriarty.

Moriarty blinked, his expression instantly becoming solemn.

Sitting up straight and consulting the criminal with an apologetic face, Sherlock felt his scalp tingle and had a bad premonition.Apparently the detective's premonition was correct, and he heard Moriarty say, "I'm sorry, my dear Mr. Detective, in fact it was my slip of the tongue just now, please forgive me." Bright smile, "The funniest thing in my life is you, the funniest thing for anything you do, and during that year in Australia, I think we did a lot of games together, and Emma, Our dear girl, perhaps we can go and see her later."

Sherlock's expression is calm, Emma is a little pony, a very cute little girl, Mrs. Vincent likes her very much, and so does Sherlock.Regarding Moriarty's words, he didn't notice anything wrong, and he had to forgive the big detective for being unclear at certain times.

"She's mine, please don't use the word 'us'." Sherlock was just unhappy that Emma belonged.

"Of course, you are always right." Moriarty looked at Sherlock with a smile. Obviously, the expression on the good doctor's face at this moment was more pleasing to him than arguing with Sherlock.

Moriarty, who once again helped the detective find trouble, leaned back contentedly, and cast his eyes out of the window. Moran stretched out his arms to catch him, and Moriarty said, "Hey, it looks like my good friend finally Decided to organize that guy who sucks iron."

Moran looked out, too, and saw a man coming out of the house that had been uprooted and thrown into the farm field.It was very difficult for him to move forward, or in other words, the man with weak feet could only move with his arms.

The people not far away obviously saw him, and no one expected that there was someone in the house.

Charles, who was gone, slumped on the ground, and he no longer had the strength to move himself even a millimeter.Leaning against the wall, he panted heavily, looked at the familiar and unfamiliar faces, and closed his eyes.

There was a slight tingling in his head, but Charles, who had become much more proficient, found the person not far away almost instantly.

But unfortunately, the helmet blocked Charles' actions, so Charles could only change the target to the one closest to him.

Gellert, who was aiming his wand at Eric, suddenly felt that something had invaded his brain, and quickly used Occlumency. Gellert turned the wand in his hand and pointed to another place.

Eric looked over subconsciously, and his pupils shrank when he saw Charles sitting outside the house.

Before he could react, Gellert had already uttered the spell expressionlessly.

Cruciatingly, Charles yelled and collapsed to the ground in an instant.

With a flick of Eric's wrist, a tractor on the farm was pulled into the air.Gellert pushed it away, and saw that Eric had taken the opportunity to rush towards Charles, and directly half-kneeled on the ground to hug Charles.

Moriarty, who had witnessed all this, did not change his expression. Although he was a little surprised by Gellert's actions, he still sat there calmly with his expression unchanged.

He had no way of knowing what Charles did or what Eric said, but the moment Eric stood up holding Charles, Moriarty knew that the battle related to him was over.

As for the grievances between Gellert and Eric... Hey, what does this have to do with me?

☆、119·Vampire's Teeth

As Eric took Charles away, the mutants also retreated in large numbers.Some wizards wanted to chase, but Gellert stopped them.

He could have a premonition that he might meet a group of powerful Muggles. Thinking about what the person he once loved said to protect the weak Muggles, he could only shake his head, waiting for the next meeting to let him deeply understand his own. mistake.

Telling the wizards to go to the still comatose guests, wake them up and give them a forgetfulness, Gellert himself walked into the room.

The rest of the house went out to help reassure guests who had forgotten something and seemed dazed, except for Moriarty and Moran.Gellert saw Moriarty who was sitting there leisurely eating and drinking at first glance, and tidied up his somewhat messy cuffs. Gellert walked over and sat opposite Moriarty: "Maybe, We should talk about our deal."

"A mutant, and a Viddy," Moriarty swallowed the small dessert in his mouth, wiped the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile, "You will get what you want, and I always let my clients satisfy."

Gellert was obviously not satisfied, he lowered his eyes slightly: "No, this is not enough, you have made me and my saints provoke a powerful enemy."

Moriarty shrugged: "But you can also meet the people you want to see, can't you? Hogwarts, a familiar place."

"Not enough." Gellert said calmly.

"Oh, you are so greedy, my dear Gellert," Moriarty said with a smile, "I believe in your strength, respected Lord Demon King, you have already got Vidi, you have got a mutant, you have got If you have the opportunity to go to Hogwarts, you will be happy in both love and career, why do you have to embarrass poor little Jim?"

This sentence seems to make Gellert a little satisfied. The German, who is already old enough, looked at the little guy in front of him who was not as old as himself, and took out a crystal bottle, which contained a beautiful golden liquid. , reflecting a beautiful light in the sun when shaking.

"It has nothing to do with the transaction, this is a gift from me, kid." When Gellert smiles, he is as dazzling as the sun, no matter how dark his heart is, he can use his unrivaled personality to Charm conquers all.Just like now, even Moriarty couldn't feel even the slightest disgust at this handsome face.I heard Gellert go on to say, "This is a precious potion. Even the greatest potion master needs luck and enough proficiency to refine it. He can help wizards improve their luck and bring good luck. transport."

It sounds illusory, but Moriarty would never question its preciousness.

Looking at this beautiful liquid, Moriarty suddenly remembered the big black baby he met in Australia - Severus Snape.

That potion master who looks indifferent but is actually very likable, Moriarty calculated in his heart, the little guy in his belly will be born soon, maybe as a good friend (?), Moriarty A good gift needs to be sent.

A gift, win a friendship, very cost-effective.

Having made up his mind, Moriarty smiled and took his eyes away from the bottle of golden beauty liquid.

"It's very precious, dear Gellert. I think there will be someone who needs him more than me, such as Sheldon. You must know that he is going crazy for the Nobel Prize." Moriarty shrugged, Reminding Gellert that another child of his was lying upstairs.

Given that Sheldon bored Lestrade to the point of knocking him out, the physicist, who respected science and truth, didn't get a chance to see just how good his "pal at the juggler" was.However, Moriarty thought, maybe Gellert hoped so. It is hard not to be noticed that this man treats Sheldon differently. Moriarty believes that Gellert wants Sheldon more. Dun sees him as a magical magician who can only create happy men, not death.

Moriarty's words caused Gellert to withdraw his hand. He looked at the Felicity Potion lying on his palm and smiled inexplicably: "Perhaps, you know what you refused, Jim." A bottle of even the oldest noble Families will also cherish potions as treasures.

"I never trade at a loss, my Gellert, you need something else in exchange for my kindness." Moriarty stretched out his hand, "I need the most precious potion ingredients, don't try to trick me, I have someone with absolute authority to do the appraisal."

This request was not difficult. Gellert took out a small bag. The bag looked exquisite and could be held in his hand. The opening of the bag was enough for Gellert to put a hand in.

But apparently the bag was bewitched, and it became unfathomable.Gellert searched inside, then clenched his fist and pulled his hand out of the bag.

Moriarty watched curiously, and then saw a tooth.

It was a pointed tooth, it didn't look like a human's, and it wasn't as rough as a beast, so Moriarty couldn't figure it out.

Gellert solved his doubts: "This is a vampire's tooth, precious enough."

"A vampire? Did you kill him?" Moriarty asked, blinking.

"Yes, an overreaching guy who wants to conquer me, but I still keep a part of him. After he was wiped out, this is the last thing left of him." Gellert smiled lightly, but seeing In Moriarty's eyes, there was a feeling of indifference, which went deep into the bone marrow, "I gave it to you, little guy, a tooth of a vampire duke, precious enough."

"You have given me a problem, Gellert. Its preciousness makes me feel that the transaction between us is not equal. You know, no one can make me owe him anything." Moriarty smiled, and he Those who owe, in addition to dying, are tied to themselves and tied to labor.The latter only applies to Sebastian Moran.

Gellert's expression was flat: "No, the help you gave me is far more important than this."

When Moriarty heard Gellert say this, he was no longer polite. He reached out and took the tooth, blinking his eyes: "Perhaps you are willing to satisfy my curiosity?"

"You can let me fulfill my last wish in this life, Jim, and that is enough to be grateful for."

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Put that tooth back baby, Moriarty watched Gellert and his wizard men leave with a smile, he turned his head to look at Moran: "Sebastian, it seems that your idol is going to come back again." Do something that makes the world unsafe."

"En." Moran nodded with a calm expression.

"Fortunately, Mycroft wasn't here just now, otherwise, Mr. British Government will do something that I don't like again." Moriarty rubbed his chin, suddenly thought of something, his eyes flashed with excitement, "Perhaps the show is not over for the day, my Moran, and I think we shall see something interesting."

Moran obviously didn't know what Moriarty meant, but he still followed closely behind Moriarty, holding a pistol in his hand.

Given that Little Jim will find new death postures every day, in order to protect his safety, Moran can only fight.

The two walked towards the farm one after the other, and there were many people standing there. People who had awakened and been deceived by the Holmes brothers' orgasmic deception skills and false language began to restore the lively atmosphere.They looked at the two couples in the middle with some doubts but still full of blessings.

Yes, two couples, the Holmes family has happy events one after another.

But before Moriarty and Moran could get close, there was a scream from the crowd, and Moran heard someone yell, "Gun! That woman has a gun!"

The few people who have seen the shocking scene will obviously not be intimidated by a pistol, but if the person holding the pistol is a woman with an indifferent and familiar expression, great horror and fear will quickly sweep through the people.

"God, why on earth is this?!"

"It's Nurse Mary!"

"Mary..."

The last sound, Moriarty clearly identified the voice of Dr. Watson.Evidently the good doctor was stunned by the sudden turn of events.

This made Moriarty's eyes shine even more.He pulled Moran's clothes and walked out of the crowd, but his ears were listening to the movement inside, and his eyes were also looking in through the gaps in the crowd that gradually began to disperse.

Fortunately, he chose a good position, and he could directly see Mycroft with an indifferent face, Lestrade with his hands on the holster around his waist, Sherlock with a slight frown, and the unbelievable expression on his face. John Watson.

"We saw a very good scene, who do you think will win?" Moriarty lightly poked Moran behind him with his elbow.

Moran's complexion was light, and his eyes were as blue as the sky with clear emotions. He held Moriarty's in his wide and dry hand, and he said softly, "Little Mr. Holmes."

Moriarty tilted his head: "Why?"

I thought Moran would say something sour like "The one who falls in love first loses first", but Moran, who has been a sniper for a long time, gave a very straightforward explanation: "She aimed at Mr. Holmes. The right breast is not fatal."

Moriarty wrinkled his nose, looking dissatisfied.He clasped Moran's shoulders and said in a low voice, "I already knew the big detective would win, because the good doctor's choice was so clear from the beginning, and poor Isabella has no chance of winning."

Moran lowered his eyes, wondering if he was feeling sorry for that woman.

But right away, he heard Moriarty's next words: "What do you think I recruited Isabella now?"

Sure enough, you can't have too much hope.Moran looked at Moriarty and ruffled his hair.

☆、120·Hairpin and red rose

The noise of the crowd didn't affect Isabella, she just held the gun in her hand with a calm expression and a peaceful expression.

Sherlock obviously reacted calmly to sudden changes, and the big detective who was used to wandering around in various dangerous incidents would not lose his composure because of this, but this did not mean that the good doctor around him would be unresponsive.

"Mary, what are you doing!" Watson was astonished at the changes in his former girlfriend, and even the female colleague who almost proposed successfully and then entered the marriage hall.

Isabella didn't speak, but Sherlock spoke in a flat tone: "I said earlier, John, you always subconsciously yearn for change and danger. For example, the landlady, she was a famous drug addict when she was young. Rose, also married to a big drug lord. The director of the clinic you work for, he is a brilliant criminal, and has been helped by Moriarty. And your...girlfriend," Sherlock said in I curled my lips when I heard that word, obviously not liking it, "She is a killer, of course I have to admit that I didn't come to this conclusion at the first time, because at that time, my perception of her value with you temporarily changed. shield, but her various characteristics are so obvious."

Under normal circumstances, Watson would have loved and hoped that Sherlock would share his discoveries and applaud his good partner's discoveries, but obviously the current environment is very wrong: "Stop talking, Sherlock, I don't want to listen."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and said nothing, but he was obviously a little unhappy by Watson's bad attitude.

So he was not going to tell Watson that he was the last dangerous person, and he was the closest before, the closest now, and the only one in the future and in the future.

"What are the characteristics?" Lestrade, who was standing beside them, had already grasped the gun in his pocket, and did not dare to act rashly, so he could only ask Mycroft beside him in a low voice.

Mycroft twitched the corners of his mouth and gave a smirk: "Hairpins, pay attention to their tails, my dear Greg, you are always so unobservant."

The corners of Lestrade's eyes twitched, and he finally decided to ignore him.

Hell, who would pay attention to a strange woman's hairpin?Is he perverted!

But Isabella opened her mouth, with Watson's familiar helpless expression on her face: "Sherlock, I don't dislike you, or rather, I like your personality very much, it reminds me of my past Neighbors, you are equally as smart and astute, except that you are a detective and he is an FBI."

Sherlock didn't care about Isabella's praise, and even his expression didn't change.

"But you interrupted my most important moment, you know, it was not just a marriage proposal, but it was the most important moment for me to leave the past." Saying that, Isabella looked at Watson, eyes The love made the avatar unconsciously look away, "He is the most suitable person I have met, and I am sure that I am suitable for him. They will have a bright future and a lovely child."

"A boy, I think Sherlock is a good name if you like it." Sherlock muttered.

Isabella could not hear him clearly, but Watson did.The good doctor couldn't hold back anymore, and gave him a hard look.

Isabella, who saw this scene, felt neglected and belittled.Anger filled her mind, causing her to open the safety catch of the pistol directly.

This is a dangerous signal, and everyone's minds are tense.

Watson stretched out his hand, trying to calm Isabella's emotions: "Listen to me, Mary, you are a good girl. I like your kindness and enthusiasm, as well as your carefulness that makes me feel ashamed. For what happened thing, I'm sorry, but..."

"But it's not your problem, John. Although I still love you, I'm not humble enough to beg for a love." Isabella stared at Sherlock and paused every word, "I just want to hear from you Apologize, Sherlock, apologize to me."

"No." Sherlock resolutely and willfully refused.

The moment that word appeared, Isabella frowned and pressed the trigger with her finger.Watson, a retired military officer, was once a sharpshooter, and he is now. He quickly drew his pistol and aimed it at Isabella's wrist, trying to stop him in this way.The good doctor finally chose the lightest way instead of directly targeting this dire situation.