[comprehensive] billions of sweethearts

The girl wept silently, with transparent tears dripping down in a swirl, and her eyes soaked in water were pure and sparkling.The colorful light and shadow fell, and the pupils were surrounded by a thin halo.The red eyes set off her fair skin.

Her hand, which was tightly clutching the skirt, was still trembling, and her fingertips were blue with fright—the question is, why did she grab his clothes!Sherlock buttoned his hat irritably, his body slowly slid down the seat, and then he sat up straight again.

That fat man likes to play feign death and escape from secret rooms, which are mind-controlling games, it's downright boring.He'd rather lie on the couch thinking about what kind of biscuits Mrs. Hudson was going to make tomorrow morning than go find the guy.

So why is he sitting in a police/car...

Sherlock looked at the corners of his clothes that were wrinkled, stretched out his hand in dissatisfaction, and tugged at the windbreaker vigorously, "When are you going to drag it, let me go."

Ellie was unmoved.It was obviously a trembling hand, but it was able to hold Sherlock's skirt tightly, as if using all the strength of the whole body to protect the last belief and sense of security.

She couldn't help the tears rolling down, as if there was a lake of water hidden under the wet eyelashes.It dripped on the back of Sherlock's hand, as if splashing and rippling.

Lestrade looked at the impatient Sherlock from the rearview mirror, "Sherlock, keep calm, we're almost there. And, Ellie, you...forget it."

Seeing Ellie's bewildered eyes, he sighed, swallowed all the useless words of comfort, and stepped on the accelerator again.

The sudden acceleration caused Sherlock to lean back.He raised his hand and grabbed the ring, and said through gritted teeth: "I don't want to go at all!"

Watson turned his head and comforted him in a gentle voice: "Sherlock, you need to control your emotions. Don't worry, Mycroft will be fine."

As long as they shut up, of course he will calm down!Because he is not worried at all!Sherlock rolled his eyes, didn't bother to pay attention to these two self-righteous goldfish, closed his windbreaker, and moved to the side of the car, leaning against the window.

Ellie rubbed against Sherlock's side along the corner of her clothes, and when her stiff body touched Sherlock, it slowly relaxed.The soft body, with a faint fragrance of virginity, leaned gently on Sherlock's body, and the supple posture added a touch of seductive charm.

Sherlock straightened his back and pushed Ellie aside expressionlessly, "Are you looking for comfort like a three-year-old?"

"Yes." Ellie looked at him, her water-colored eyes filled with gentle dependence and pleading. "I need your comfort."

Ellie's forehead rested on Sherlock's shoulder, and her hoarse and soft voice flowed along his body, and finally condensed in his ears.Sherlock paused, turned his head away, "I don't provide this service."

He wanted to push Ellie away, but he froze his arm after touching the long silky hair.

Ellie just raised her hand, and her head hit Sherlock's hand like this.She blinked slowly, rubbed Sherlock's palm gently, and said in a moist voice, "Thank you, Sherlock."

Soft crisp/numb in the palm.Sherlock clenched his fists subconsciously, looked out the window, put his hands back into his pockets pretending to be calm,

With moist eyes all the time falling on his face, Sherlock turned his head cruelly, and stared directly at Ellie.After he counted the number of lights and shadows passing by those eyes, the car finally stopped.

Sherlock loosened his shoulders silently, and before he put his hand on the doorknob, his soft body pressed against it.Ellie sprawled on top of Sherlock, crawled over his lap, held his hand to open the door, and rushed out impatiently.

"..." Sherlock quickly got out of the car, looked at Watson, and said without a word: "I will never ride in a police car in the future."

He turned his head resentfully, looking at the burning building, his eyes slowly settled.

The heat wave made her cheeks ache, and Ellie stared blankly at the raging flames rising into the sky. The water sprayed by the fire truck was like tiny fireflies, which were swallowed up by the flames in an instant, further fueling the momentum.She grabbed the police/police who was controlling the crowd by the cordon, and asked tremblingly, "Is it alright inside?"

The police dutifully pulled her back, then shook her head seriously, "Sorry, I can't tell you, please wait for specific news reports."

Lestrade nodded to his subordinates, pulled the stiff Ellie to Sherlock's side, and said in a heavy tone, "The fire is too fierce, the fire engine is not effective, and it is difficult for the helicopter to approach for rescue."

Ellie asked hurriedly: "Then, what about the rescuers, can't they go in?"

Lestrade shook his head, "The fire was caused by an explosion. There was a collapse in the building, and firefighters in protective clothing couldn't get through the narrow gap."

As soon as Lestrade's words fell, a group of rescuers retreated from the fire scene. They took off their helmets, their faces dripping with sweat, and their faces were full of disappointment.

How to do?How to do?

Ellie looked up and looked at the system mall, waving her hand blankly, trying to find something suitable.She looked like a madman overwhelmed by grief, and Lestrade squeezed her wrist nervously.

"Ellie, calm down."

"I am fine."

Ellie broke free, clutching her chest and gasping for breath.In the distorted building under the high temperature, a black figure passed by in the orange flames.She opened her eyes wide suddenly, subconsciously looking for someone she was familiar with.

Her tired body seemed to gain strength suddenly, she circled along the crowd, and after running around the building twice, she finally calmed down.

Ellie quickly ran into the building next door, pulled out the fire hydrant, and let the water cool her down.Before the security guard intercepted him, he ran away quickly and quietly walked away with a motorcycle helmet.She put on her helmet and rushed directly into the burning building from where the crowd was weak.

Anthea looked at the two people who ran in back and forth, pressed her temples with a headache, and wrinkled her exquisite eyebrows and eyes.An oversight, not only missed Miss Ellie, but even Mr. Holmes got involved.

I feel like she wants pills...

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Ignoring the nervous shouting and persuasion behind her, Ellie rushed straight to the hall.The dancing flames burned her ankles, and the thick smoke choked along the cracks, making her throat dry and sore.She buckled her helmet tight, stooped, and crawled through the jagged rubble.

The narrow passage made my shoulders numb.But Ellie didn't slow down. With the idea that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, she climbed up to the third floor.The frayed blood/flesh was stuck together with the suit, and it hurt my heart when I moved.

Everywhere was red, flames flickered in the collapsed pile, and the chandelier on the ceiling was crumbling.The gravel fell, splashing bright sparks.

The exquisite and gorgeous spiral staircase was scorched black. Ellie tried to throw a small stone, and the staircase collapsed in half in an instant, and billowing flames burst out.The elevator crashed down from above, and fine cracks spread out on the wall, extending to Ellie's feet.

She crouched down slowly, trying to crawl forward.A faint cry for help came from under the rubble.

"A fireman? Help me, please, help me."

Ellie stooped and ran over, moving the stones with difficulty.The feeling of suffocation due to lack of oxygen made her have to rest for a long time if she moved, and the oppressive discomfort would slowly subside.She tried her best to kick over the last big rock, panting tiredly, looking at the man lying on the ground covered with scars, the torn blood/flesh scorched black.

"How are you?"

The man raised his head with difficulty, and the dried blood/stains made it difficult to open his eyes.He could only squint his eyes, and stretched out his hand to Ellie, "Please help me, my leg seems to be crushed."

Cocoon?

Ellie took a step back and asked sharply, "Are you Moriarty's subordinate?"

"No, I'm not." The man shook his head in embarrassment, tears mixed with blood/fluid flowing into his mouth.He pleaded: "I'm really not a bad person, please save me."

"I didn't say who Moriarty was."

Ellie's eyes were cold.The identity of James Moriarty is only known to high-level officials and Sherlock. How could an ordinary person know that this famous professor is an invisible crime boss in London!

"No, it's not. I just guessed from your expression that it's not a good person."

His eyes shook subconsciously, his fingers curled slightly - lying!Disgusted hatred appeared in Ellie's eyes, and she turned and walked away, ignoring the man's cries of pain.

The water suddenly poured down from the top of the head, and the coldness in stark contrast to the surrounding heat made Ellie shrink back.The water from the sprinkler sprays in all directions.After the fire was extinguished, thick smoke gushed out, and the entire hall was shrouded in vague smoke.

Ellie coughed and lay on the ground, slowly crawling forward along the memory.

A pair of hands suddenly pinched her ankle, and the hot liquid/body rolled up a strong blood/smell.She turned her head, only to see the man showing a malicious smile, and the gun/bolt in his hand had been pulled away.Ellie immediately raised her other foot and kicked hard.The moment the man avoids, roll in front of him and grab his hand holding the gun.

"Cousin, let me go."

The man who wanted to snatch the helmet clamored to hold down Ellie's leg, freeing his hand to hammer her chest.

Ellie turned around to hide, and with a sudden force, she pushed hard.The gun/handle hit the man's nose, and the bridge of the broken nose was crooked strangely.The man who was stimulated by the pain stood up frantically, and shot directly at Ellie who was rolling and dodging.

bang.

The nitrate/smoke dissipates in the fire extinguishing smoke.

The fallen body splashed fluffy dust.The widened eyes were full of incomprehension and resentment.

Ellie turned her head in a daze, looking at Sherlock who put away the gun as if nothing had happened, "Sherlock?"

Wearing an oxygen mask, Sherlock walked up to Ellie, looked at the girl sitting on the ground with gray cheeks and bright eyes, and asked incredulously, "You don't plan to just climb up to the seventh floor, do you? helmet?!"

Ellie's expression was a little subtle.Caring is chaos, which is vividly reflected by her messy behavior.

She smiled dryly and tried to regain the situation, "Sherlock, you are amazing. You found the switch of the sprinkler in such a short time. Thanks to you."

"There is something called an engineering design drawing in this world."

"Ahahaha, in this way, the pressure on the fire brigade has been relieved a lot. They should be able to rescue people soon."

"No."

Ellie was taken aback for a moment, but quickly realized, "Has it been burned a lot?"

Sherlock didn't answer, but reached out and lifted Ellie up.The dizzy girl leaned obediently in his arms, allowing him to take off the helmet, her soft long hair falling down and sliding across the back of his hand.He calmly took off the oxygen mask and put it on Ellie's face.

Fresh oxygen, like the hard-won rain on the dry land, nourishes the parched lungs.Ellie opened her mouth and couldn't help breathing heavily.The bright red tip of the tongue is like a delicate rose, dancing and blooming.

Sherlock looked away, walked slowly to the corpse/body, and observed the hideous wounds.

The wound on the thigh with internal burn marks was a gunshot/injury - Mycroft fought back; the cuts and bruises on the arms and face were from multiple injuries - rolled down the stairs, blasted/bombed not He detonated/exploded; fragments of the walkie-talkie at his waist—he had accomplices, but he was buried here and needed to deliberately destroy the gun/injury to hide his identity and wait for rescue, which shows that the counterattack force is strong.

The fat man was indeed safe.

Sherlock pouted, stood up, looked at Ellie, "Let's go."

Ellie lowered her head, straightened her tattered suit, put on the man's sneakers, and jumped on the spot a few times.Pass the oxygen mask to Sherlock. "Sherlock, I'm sorry, I have to confirm it myself. Let me wait outside for the result, I can't do it."

"How did you go upstairs?" Sherlock looked Ellie up and down, mocking disgust appeared in his eyes, "Only your height?!"

"..." Ellie looked at Sherlock expressionlessly, pulled him to the highest point of the stone pile, put his hands on his waist, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, raised a shallow smile, and deliberately softened his voice Jiaonuo is cute, "I'm short, so I can't get up. You're tall, so you send me up. Thank you, Sherlock."

Sherlock wanted to withdraw his hand, but was pressed tightly by Ellie.Under the palm is a thin fabric and a slender waist, and the golden flames dancing in Ellie's beautiful eyes are vivid and delicate.He clearly heard the intense heartbeats entangled together.

Sherlock couldn't help but sneered, and under Ellie's suspicious gaze, he picked her up violently and sent her to the fourth floor.

Ellie sat there in shock, her dangling calf dangling, and the big sneakers fell straight down.She looked at Sherlock who was jumping up, and the blush on her cheeks spread to her chest. "Sherlock, I'm just kidding."

Sherlock wiped off the ashes from his hands, squatted beside Ellie, showed a handsome smile, and pressed the oxygen mask on Ellie's face forcefully, "You are very humorous!"

"hiss."

The bridge of the nose feels broken.Ellie's eyes were filled with tears from the pain, she winked at Sherlock, and sniffed pitifully.

Sherlock stood up contentedly, dragged her up, and walked quickly up the stairs.

There are five explosion/explosion sources, two of which are on the fifth floor.Therefore, the fifth floor was completely destroyed, and the water from the sprinkler head could not come out after only a little sprinkling.The ferocious fire can feel the extremely hot temperature on the fourth floor.

Ellie takes Sherlock's scarf and chains her and Sherlock together.

Sherlock fiddled with the ugly knot and shouted dissatisfiedly: "I refuse this, you just need to manage yourself..."

Before he finished speaking, Ellie put the oxygen mask on his face, "Refusal is invalid." Then she climbed up the window eaves.When running around the building, she could see clearly that the windows on the right side of the fifth floor were closed, and this kind of tempered glass could stop the fire, which was their only way.

Helicopters roared not far away.Lestrade, holding a trumpet, shouted loudly: "Are you crazy? Come in and wait for rescue!" The fire brigade hurriedly took out the inflatable cushion and laid it at the nearest position.

In their sight, the slender figures of Ellie and Sherlock who climbed the window, compared with the flames in the sky and the tall buildings, were as small as dancing on a steel wire, and below was the roaring hell of the devil.

Watson was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and desperately broke free from the restraints, trying to rush in.

Anthea also pinched the phone nervously.

Sherlock patted the window angrily, "eon. I'll just say it's a stupid idea, we've become circus monkeys."

Ellie pushed open the window on the sixth floor, jumped in, her foot on the stone tilted, and she fell forward.The scarf pulled Sherlock who had climbed up, causing his body to stagger, and fell on Ellie's body.

The soft lips were pressed against his chin, and the intimate distance reflected in his eyes misty eyes and crimson eye ends.He felt his lips slowly open and close, rubbing and fermenting a sweet breath.

"It hurts~"

The weeping words overflowing from Ellie's throat were like a fluffy fan, flapping on the tip of her heart.

Sherlock stood up abruptly, quickly untied his scarf, and stood beside him.

Ellie touched her chapped lips, looked at her gradually red and swollen ankle, and looked at Sherlock tearfully, "This is really not a good way."

She rubbed her sprained foot, tugging at Sherlock's arm and trying to stand up.Just after jumping on one foot twice, the sound of crashing fell came from the room inside.Moriarty, wearing a sweatshirt and black hat, walked in nonchalantly.

"It's good to see you, my friends." He kicked the charred body away from his feet, smiling friendly and smug. "Sherlock, you are still alive, thanks to the beautiful girls around you."

Sherlock took a step forward, just in front of Ellie.He quickly pulled out his pistol/gun, "Moriarty."

"Oh, come on, today is not the day I die." Moriarty unbuttoned his clothes in embarrassment, revealing the bomb hanging on his chest, with an excited smile on his lips, "Bang, bang, bang, bang."

Ellie gritted her teeth, wishing she could smash her shoes on this nasty face.

Moriarty waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't worry, this is not the place I chose, and I won't kill/death you. I just want to ask you."

He turned his fingers around Ellie, "Where did you hide the shielding device?"

Flowy skirt with no pockets on top or bottom.He has also seen the backpack, and it is absolutely impossible to hide something like a shielding device.He was really curious about how this magical girl had managed to hide from his eyes.

"I do not want to tell you."

Ellie lowered her eyelids, not looking at Moriarty.

"I'm really helpless when you're like this." Moriarty said in an awkward tone as if facing an ignorant girlfriend.He looked at Sherlock, "Sherlock, you must not know?"

"I know you want to piss me off, but unfortunately, I've always been able to control things like emotions very well." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, calmly moved the gun down, and stopped on Moriarty's lap.

Moriarty's smile slowly faded, "Are you really going to do this? I'll be angry."

As soon as he finished speaking, rescuers in protective clothing came in from behind.These civil servants wearing the Scottish flag took up their weapons without hesitation, facing Sherlock and Ellie.

Ellie moved her feet, and the unbearable pain throbbed in her nerves, making her face a little pale.

"Hmm, violent suppression."

Sherlock nodded, tucked Ellie behind him, pressed his fingers, and the bullet shot into Moriarty's arm.

The chaotic gun/battle ensues instantly.

Then it's over in an instant.

Ellie watched Moriarty, who was still arrogant just now, raised his hand calmly, while his subordinates rolled on the ground, breathing heavily.She turned around in a daze, only to see the spreading flames.

"Charlotte..."

She wanted to ask Sherlock what happened, but just as she called out his name, she heard an expectant voice.

"Ellie, I'm right behind you."

The man with the black umbrella has a large bruise on his face and blood is still dripping from his wrist.But there was a genuine smile in his eyes, and he slowly walked up to Ellie and embraced her in his arms.

A warm embrace, with a bright taste of fire.

Ellie's tears welled up in an instant, and all the worries and fears instantly turned into gorgeous joy and false anxiety.She hugged him uncontrollably, tears dripping down when she raised her head, her trembling voice was pitiful and lovely.

"Mycroft?"

"Yes, here I am."

Sherlock stood aside, putting his hands in his pockets.The hand that was originally opened because he wanted to hold the girl slowly squeezed tightly.

Lestrade, who was wearing a protective suit, suddenly thought of a sentence - love is like a gamble, some people win a lot of money, while others lose a lot.