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Good mood, I guessed it. "I was talking nonsense casually, feeling a little sleepy, and couldn't help yawning. I was so angry that I saw his trigger being pushed down a little bit.

"It's hard to be ignored." Moriarty stepped forward suddenly and interjected.

"Leave it in the ground and suffer!" The sound of the trigger being pulled clearly passed by my ears.It can even discern the trajectory of the bullet flying.

Ah, life...

Sherlock 14

Moriarty watched silently from the sidelines as I finished off these rough-talking guys.When I turned around, I happened to meet his silent eyes. I couldn't see what he was thinking, I only knew that a very menacing gaze fell on my face, and I scratched the tip of my nose in embarrassment , as if doing so would ease my embarrassment.

Moriarty clapped his hands suddenly, and said appreciatively, "If you're interested, I'd like to hire you with a lot of money to be my bodyguard, or... a criminal assistant?" When he said this, his expression was quite sincere, and I couldn't help it. Imagine, this kind of expression can appear on Moriarty's face.

I pretended to think about it, and then declined, "Thank you for the invitation, but no need." First, I don't want to work for a moody global criminal and psycho, and second, I don't have time for the experience of being Murray. What it's like to be Artie's right-hand man, and finally, I'm not short on money.

"Alright, Jasmine is still upstairs. Go and have a look." I pouted my chin, and aimed at the upstairs.

There are many rooms on the second floor, but the one with the closed door is the one we are looking for. The moment we opened the door and entered, the dust in the room began to churn along the light from the skylight in the room. I subconsciously Covering my nose, I felt a choking nose before entering the room.As for Moriarty, he also hated waving in the air.

"Jasmine?" I walked into her carefully, and she seemed to be asleep, without making a sound or responding.

Moriarty showed his professionalism at this moment. He brushed Jasmine's hair down once, pointed to the needle hole on her neck, and explained, "Drugged, you won't be able to wake up for a while."

I relaxed my movements and was about to untie the rope tied to Jasmine's body, but when I saw her pale and thin face in a coma, it gradually overlapped with the arrogant and witty detective in my memory, I wanted to untie the rope His hand also stopped.

"Sherlock probably doesn't know yet?" I asked.

"No, if you know, you will notify me as soon as possible." Moriarty glanced at Jasmine and said.

In this way... I had a plan in mind, and said to Moriarty maliciously: "Do you want to watch a good show?"

What a smart person Moriarty is, he didn't need to ask any more questions, he took out his phone with a smile, looked at the time and said, "When it comes to watching movies, I always prefer 90 minutes, but if I feel Anyone who is interested in acting, I don’t mind extending it to 120 minutes.” He smiled slyly like a child, my heart moved slightly, I looked away, and said in my heart, it turns out that Moriarty will also have a pair of naive When mischief is full of anticipation.

"A topic?" I suggested.

Moriarty shook his head: "I'll just be the audience."

Seeing him like this, I didn't force it, so I casually made up a title: "Deep sadomasochism?"

Hearing this, Moriarty showed his neat teeth, pressed his tongue against his lower jaw, and nodded approvingly.I looked at him and smiled, and I felt a tacit understanding like an ordinary friend.

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It was rare for Sherlock to be paralyzed on the sofa alone, looking at the ceiling and calculating in his mind the solidification speed of the dead man's saliva.

He hadn't felt such a quiet moment for some days, it was like a bouncy ball in his hand, it was already a layer of dust when he picked it up.

Today must be a good day, John takes Rosamund to vaccinate, Mrs Hudson attends her tea party, without Mycroft instilling in his ears that the world is dying, and there is no need to beware of Moriah A prank on the spur of the moment.

But leisure is not so happy for Sherlock. The nuclear weapons case has already begun, and it is only a little bit away from pulling out the black hand under the water. He is not in a hurry. After all, there should be something left for McCoff Don't be so laid back.

He began to look forward to some difficult cases to comfort his boring heart. He suddenly stretched out an arm, and the three nicotine patches full of them were exposed to the air. He looked and looked, and finally felt that it was still It's better to take some medicine secretly while everyone is away.

He stood up from the sofa in a jerk, stepped on the floor with his bare feet, his head held high, and his steps were stiff. Just when he was about to touch the small bag he had hidden from behind the fireplace, his mobile phone rang inappropriately.

Sherlock was not impatient, he frowned and answered, his voice became low and hoarse because of boredom: "Hello?"

"Oh! Hello, Mr. Homles." There was an old voice on the other end of the phone, trembling and empty, and a little weird.

Sherlock's first reaction was that the caller was in an abandoned factory in the suburbs at the moment, because there was no sound of vehicles honking, machines running, or workers making noise.

"Yes?" Sherlock held his breath, giving up the idea of ​​taking drugs, his brows were relieved, and he waited for the next step.

"Mr. Holmes, turn on the TV, I have a little surprise for you." The voice seemed to be laughing.

"Who are you?" Sherlock intuitively told him that something bad was going to happen, but he was very excited about it, and he asked as he approached the TV.

"A crazy gamer?" The person on the other end of the phone was obviously not sure about his identity. It was obviously an old voice with the malicious laughter unique to young people. Sherlock only found this voice harsh. When he turned on the TV, the moment he saw the TV screen, the mobile phone stuck to his ear was put down slowly and stiffly.

The picture is a dark space, except for the light coming in from the skylight at the farthest corner, everything is not so bad.In the very center of the picture is a woman with her head bowed, her face is covered by long golden hair, only a pointed chin and a thin and small lips are exposed.She wears a Victorian openwork black veil with red pattern accents.The long red dress exposed a large area of ​​skin on her chest, making her skin even whiter. Her chest was still rising and falling regularly, proving that she was still alive.The black and white skirt is oppressive and thick, like a blooming bloody rose in the dark.

Sherlock endured it a few times, but he still couldn't restrain his accelerated heartbeat and suddenly constricted pupils.He no longer knows when he started, those redundant emotions that he once let him discard like shoes, are crawling back to him little by little at this moment.

Even if the video cannot clearly illuminate the woman's face, Sherlock can still blurt out her name——

Jasmine Amber

Before meeting John Watson, Jasmine Amber seemed to assume the role of being enslaved by him at any time, and he couldn't even remember if Jasmine had complained.

He always strode away without saying a word of thanks after running out.

He would always hurt Jasmine because he couldn't control his mouth, but in fact, he could show a not-so-obtrusive gentlemanly demeanor to some strangers.

One Christmas, he knew Jasmine's love for him for the first time. The moment he opened the present, he suddenly felt like an idiot.Because in the first few minutes here, he mercilessly pointed out Jasmine's small thoughts in front of everyone, but in the end, he found that the protagonist was himself.

All along, he has always listed John as his most important friend, but he remembered that during the life-and-death battle with Moriarty, it was Jasmine who first found out that he was wrong, and he was surprised by this .Maybe Jasmine wasn't as stupid as he thought, yes, so she helped him complete the suspended animation plan.

After he came back from the dead, Jasmine was going to leave him. Her ring made him have an inexplicable emotion. Attitude.

Afterwards, many things happened, such as emotional disagreement or other reasons, Jasmine became a person again, and her attitude towards him was less enthusiastic and careful than before.

However, Sherlock knew that it was still Jasmine.

If there was no such thing, his confession to Jasmine under the threat of his sister, when he longed for Jasmine to tell him I love you, would his beating heart be really just because of his nervousness for Jasmine's safety?He even thought for a second that Jasmine would say, Sherlock, I don't like you.

He's such a person who hates displays of emotion.

Especially all the words of love and love make him at a loss.

However, he still uttered those three words—a self-righteous white lie.

Up until now, he hadn't told Jasmine that it was his last resort.

And now, he seems to be facing a second time when he has nothing to do.

Because at this moment, the screen of the video cut to the face of a pale man inside the coffin. It was quiet and silent, and the groom's wedding dress had already been put on.

Sherlock frowned, "What do you want?" He pressed the phone to his ear again, and asked restrainedly.

"What do you want?" The self-proclaimed crazy gamer seemed to have heard a funny joke, and she laughed sharply: "No, no, you must be mistaken."