[comprehensive] tin can girlfriend

"Sherlock." Jasmine's lips kept touching Sherlock's warm palms as she opened and closed, but she didn't expect Sherlock's hand to cover it even tighter. His eyes were fixed on the corridor outside, and he didn't give Jasmine the slightest attention.

Jasmine's eyes widened in horror, and she quickly squeezed the back of Sherlock's hand.However, Sherlock who was concentrating on it ignored Jasmine, turned his upper body sideways and carefully observed the movement on both sides, and only after he felt relieved did he notice the pain in his hand.Sherlock let go of his hand, walked out of the corner, rubbed the red back of his hand, and looked at Jasmine expressionlessly.

"I...cough..." Jasmine held her chest and coughed non-stop, her face was flushed from being suppressed, her feet were weak and she could only lean her back against the wall.After Jasmine recovered a bit, she could only look at Sherlock with tears in her eyes and ask, "Where are we?"

"Follow me." Sherlock put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker and nodded towards Jasmine, "We are underground in the southern town of New York, in an abandoned base of Hydra. You still have the last time you contacted Stark device?"

"Of course." Jasmine wiped away the physiological tears from the corners of her eyes, and subconsciously touched the earring after hearing Sherlock's words.

"Don't use it." Sherlock familiarly led Jasmine through the fork in the road, and finally walked into a messy and narrow cave.Sherlock took two quick steps, lay down on the stone bed, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Jasmine stood at the entrance of the cave, watching Sherlock's movements in one go, not daring to disturb him, and sat silently in a corner in a daze.Jasmine, who had been drugged and slept all the way, was abnormally awake at this moment. She didn't know the time, nor did she know the purpose of Moriarty sending her to the base.

I don't know how long it took, Sherlock suddenly said: "Being with Tony Stark will be very dangerous. You know that you will face many things in the future."

"I know." Jasmine pursed her lips. When she was with Sherlock, she lived in fear every day.

"What can you see?" Sherlock still closed his eyes, not intending to get up.

Jasmine was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said, "What?"

"Think seriously, Jasmine." Sherlock put his arms behind his head and took a light breath.

"I saw two men fighting, and one man died. This should be the rule of the arena." Jasmine tried hard to recall the scene she saw after waking up, and then thought of the conversation she heard, "Every day here The administrators of the city will choose two people to enter the fighting arena. If, as you said, this base is built under a small town in New York, then the people imprisoned here are not members of Hydra or should be death row inmates sentenced to death , otherwise someone disappearing for no reason will bring a lot of unnecessary trouble."

Sherlock opened his eyes, looked at the black concrete, and couldn't hear the emotion in his words: "Why didn't you say the purpose of building this base?"

Jasmine twitched her lips, and spoke with difficulty: "I saw the video camera, which means someone is recording, maybe it's because someone wants to buy and sell these video tapes."

"To whom?" Sherlock couldn't see Jasmine's evasive attitude, and followed her words.

"Sold to..." Jasmine's mind was in a turmoil, her thoughts exploded, and she guessed intuitively without even thinking about it, "New York executives, members of a certain club, or members of Hydra."

Sherlock sighed and sat up: "Jasmine, you have to observe, you can't act on guesswork."

Jasmine hugged her legs and buried her face in her knees.Her whole body was trembling unconsciously. It was only now that Jasmine felt the fear of facing Moriarty for the first time when facing Sherlock's teachings. The cold wall against which her back was leaning gave her a great sense of security at this moment.

"You're right, the fighting process will be recorded, you can watch it..." Sherlock stood up suddenly, but shook a bit, and fell back to the stone bed.

Sherlock's eyes were dark and he couldn't see anything clearly. He could only sit on the bed numbly, motionless, waiting for these symptoms to pass.Jasmine was taken aback by Sherlock's reaction, and she hurried forward, afraid of touching Sherlock's wound, so she could only stand by the bed: "You participated in the fight? How do you feel now?"

Jasmine felt relieved that she didn't find any blood on her clothes, and glanced at Sherlock's protruding cheekbones and sunken eye sockets: "What have you been eating these days? Don't they provide food here?"

"Don't worry." Sherlock twitched his lips, "I was missing for a few days when you came?"

"A day and a half." Jasmine subconsciously followed Sherlock's train of thought, "What time is it now?"

"I've been here for four days." Sherlock clutched his stomach, let go again, raised his hand to rub his temples, and frowned, "Has Mycroft contacted the Avengers since he arrived in New York?"

"Yes, we planned to catch Moriarty this time, but we didn't expect him to be able to mobilize Hydra's invisible spaceship." Jasmine smiled bitterly, "I didn't expect to get me in instead."

"Stupid." Sherlock said these two words in a painful voice, his body shook again involuntarily, "I never thought my dear brother would make such a stupid mistake."

"Sherlock," Jasmine frowned and stared at Sherlock's every move, "what's wrong with you?"

Sherlock shut his mouth and didn't speak, closed his eyes to recover, and avoided Jasmine's question with silence.After that, Sherlock tried to force his body to stand up, but couldn't sit down again.Jasmine quickly supported Sherlock, let him sit down, rolled up her sleeves and planned to take off Sherlock's clothes: "Don't force me, Sherlock."

"Five days." Sherlock said quickly, and it took half a beat to block Jasmine's hands.

Jasmine sneered: "Impossible, if you haven't eaten for five days, it's impossible for you to become like this. Sherlock, you know me, and I don't mind using violent methods to find the reason."

Sherlock was silent for a moment, then chuckled for some unknown reason, and slowly pulled up his sleeves, revealing the dense pinholes on his arms.When Jasmine saw these pinholes, her pupils shrank slightly, and she only felt that her whole body was on the verge of exploding: "Who is it!"

Dust kept falling from the top of the head, and there were men standing at the door looking in curiously.Sherlock rolled his eyes: "Get out!" The men flinched, spat on the ground, and left cursing.

"Does Mycroft know? Have you had conflicts with these people since you came here?" Jasmine seemed to be immersed in a state of extreme calm again. She held Sherlock's arm and carefully observed the bruise on it. , and even an unhealed wound with blood clots, she pursed her lips, "No, that's not right."

Sherlock withdrew his arm, didn't care about the wound on his body at all, and only cared about slowly guiding Jasmine: "What's wrong?"

"Damn it, Sherlock, why do you have to teach me the deduction method now! I have Tony's protection, and I can protect myself too!" Jasmine's anger, which was finally suppressed, was easily provoked by Sherlock, even though she knew that Sherlock was just I want to take this opportunity to let her learn or understand a little deduction, because Sherlock knows that no matter whether he is by his side or by Tony Stark's side, Jasmine will be forced to fall into a dangerous quagmire with them. .

The previous tacit understanding made Jasmine understand Sherlock's hidden intentions, but Sherlock's attitude of not caring about his body at all, just like the Winter Soldier's attitude of not caring about his life, made Jasmine intolerable.

"I know my body." Sherlock's eyes showed different colors under the dim light, which made Jasmine's heart chill, "Hydra and Moriarty cooperate, if Moriarty's goal is me , You are not allowed to contact Tony Stark because Hydra's goal is obviously the Avengers, and if the Avengers come to save you, then they will undoubtedly fall into Hydra's trap."

"I haven't participated in a fight, otherwise Mycroft would have found me if the video got out." Sherlock didn't care about Jasmine's presence, and took out a needle from somewhere that contained a whole tube of unknown liquid. "Every day, food is delivered on time, but the amount is very small. If you want to eat enough, you have to fight a lot. The two people who will fight the next day will be notified one day in advance. It is said that the victor will be free. "

Jasmine grabbed the needle and calmed down again: "What's inside?"

Sherlock stopped talking again, and Jasmine sneered, and dripped the liquid from the needle on her tongue. A sense of dizziness continued, and the fireworks exploded in front of her eyes. At the same time, she felt as if she had been thrown into a washing machine, and she felt that she was spinning non-stop. , the body is weak.Sherlock caught Jasmine's body in time and let her sit on the bed.

"Sherlock!" Jasmine grabbed Sherlock's collar and called his name through gritted teeth after she regained her strength, "It's you..."

"Yo, it's really unexpected to be able to fool around with a woman before dying." The man standing at the door whistled with obvious malice in his words.

Jasmine lowered her head and stood up, calmly took out her hand/gun and pointed at the man standing at the door talking, her tone was flat: "Get lost."

"Tomorrow, I'm going to the battle arena." Sherlock was strong in his heart but felt a little creepy at the moment, and hurriedly explained before Jasmine could speak, trying to win sympathy quietly, "But in my current situation..."

Under Jasmine's tearful eyes, Sherlock couldn't continue.Jasmine put away her pistol, and chuckled abnormally: "Sherlock Holmes, the former Jasmine probably couldn't stop crying when she saw you like this." But now Jasmine no longer sheds tears for you, but still hopes that you Can live well.

Sherlock looked deeply at Jasmine, and understood the meaning behind her words for the first time.

The author has something to say: I probably have procrastination, and I have written a chapter since eight o'clock in the morning. . . . . .

I feel that what I write is really not Su Su, the next book must write the kind that both young and old love the heroine, I can wake up laughing at night