Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Sherlock strode towards Moriarty, and Moriarty slowly moved to the side of the desk as if he didn't take him seriously, and sat in Sherlock's exclusive armchair.

He raised his sharp nails and tapped the parchment notebook spread out on the table, "You are looking for that dark kingdom, Sherlock Holmes, don't rush to fight with me, let's talk about this first."

"I'm not interested in talking to you." The voice was cold and low, and Sherlock floated in front of him in an instant, holding up his crutches, and was about to smash it against his evil head.

"Don't get mad, Holmes." Moriarty's eyes were dark, "This matter is very important, the Dark City, I have been looking for it for a long time, it can be said that I have been thinking about it for as long as I have lived. I've been thinking about it ever since I knew it existed."

Sherlock didn't want to answer, he stabbed the weapon in his hand like a sword.

There was a rustling sound from his bed.

Moriarty just smiled at him faintly. The smile was extremely sinister. He turned his head to look at the bed and said, "You woke up your people."

Sherlock immediately turned his head, his face was covered with dark clouds, the dim candlelight illuminated Jielin's figure, she lay naked/naked under the sheet, her shoulder blades were pale, she moved lazily, sat up, the sheet Falling down obliquely, showing her beautiful figure curves and snow-white breasts, she stared at the moon outside the window with hazy eyes, her movements were slow and elegant, her long black hair was coiled on top of her head, dotted with pearls, aside from her Not to mention her beauty, she is also a very attractive woman.

Then, she looked at Sherlock indifferently, then raised a white arm, reached for the bedside table, picked up the human blood in the crystal bottle, and drank it with her head up.

Sherlock stared at her.

Sebastian suddenly lifted the sheet from behind her, and was also lying there topless. He laughed mischievously, leaned against the head of the bed, and Jielin silently handed the blood in his hand. Give it to him, Sebastian swept away with his hands, and said, "This is not good, Jielin, you are used to poor livestock food, and you can't tell the quality of human blood. This blood has been drained for 2 hours. It's not fresh anymore, I'll find a living person to fill my stomach later, that would be delicious." His eyes glowed fiercely, and he also looked at Sherlock's face.

Jielin picked up the handkerchief and wiped her blood-red mouth, and said coldly, "Sherlock... Ever since you changed the ceremony for me, I haven't lived such a happy and full life." She looked at Xia Xia alluringly. Locke, with a bloodthirsty frenzied red light in his pupils, like a human who has taken opium, the capillaries in his eyeballs are filled with blood.

Sebastian laughed again, and then he lowered his face, "Sherlock Holmes, do you want to know more surprises? Put down your bastard, I'll do a magic trick for you, and your jaw will drop. The magic that can fall, there is another person on this bed, it will definitely surprise you."

Sherlock turned around, lowered the crutch in his hand, and watched quietly as he lifted off the white sheet on the other side. His thick shawl-like long hair covered a young and fair back, and Harley Watson was facing down. lying on the soft pillow, followed by her upturned buttocks and legs, all exposed to the air of the room, Sherlock watched her fall asleep next to Sebastian, naked, and her The bed sheet was blood-red and filthy, Sebastian raised a hand to put on her young hair, and gently rubbed it.

"She has undergone a ritual conversion, Sherlock Holmes, and she is now a member of the blood race, and she is your kind." Sebastian looked at Moriarty with admiration, "I miss you You can also guess who performed the ceremony for her, and who took her virginity."

Sherlock followed his gaze in disbelief and turned his head to stare at Moriarty. Moriarty just looked up indifferently and responded, "This question is not important at all, Moran, Harriet doesn't mean much to him. You can't irritate him like this, Holmes, it is true that I converted this animal, and I gave her glorious eternal life. If you will sit down and talk to me about the dark city, I will talk to you in detail. Let me tell you what I like about her." After Moriarty finished speaking, he made an inviting gesture. "Okay, sit down, I'm impatient waiting for you to recover, I have to admit, your notes occupy my heart, I want to take up a little of your time, I want to discuss a lot of things, I wait You are tired of waiting, come and have a drink with me."

"No need," Sherlock said darkly. "We'll never sit down and drink between us, Moriarty." Suddenly, Sherlock turned around, assumed a fencer's pose, and stabbed the metal head of his cane at the Moriarty's eyebrows, Moriarty's movement was fast, he dodged to the side, avoiding the blow, the wine in his hand did not shake at all, he took a sip of the wine dissatisfied, and stood in front of the window , and the footsteps circled around Sherlock.

"Do you have to ask me to tear you apart before you will be obedient?" The devil's pale face was twisted and deformed, and an angry grunt came out of his mouth. His temper and character were very strange, and his footsteps kept circling around Sherlock. His figure swayed a bit.

Sherlock jumped back a few steps on tiptoe, Moriarty's hands still grabbed his throat, Sherlock smiled and let him tighten his windpipe with his fingers, Sherlock's sharp claws were in the air After a few flashes of cold light, the crystal wine glass in Moriarty's hand fell to the ground and shattered. She let go of Sherlock and staggered back two steps. It kept flowing out from between the fingers.

Sherlock smiled contemptuously, "Every time I get injured, every time I recover, it makes my movements and speed faster than before. Although I don't like this way of progress, it is indeed the pain that made me." Still gripping the cane tightly in his hand, with a vengeful grim smile on his face, Sherlock began to move closer to him.

Moriarty raised his bloody face, and there were 4 bloody fingerprints on his forehead. Sherlock's strength was so great that he almost flattened his entire forehead. A white skull could be seen in the bloody flesh. Sherlock Squinting his eyes, he looked at his wriggling forehead muscles, which looked like live red worms, and were rapidly healing in Sherlock's eyes.

Moriarty bared his teeth, his eyes gleamed with fever and rage, scarlet, old, and beyond evil.

Sherlock and his dark pupils looked at each other, and he found that his legs couldn't move as if they had taken root, and even the crutches seemed extremely heavy, and he couldn't take another step forward.

Sherlock was trembling, his mouth was tightly shut, the veins on his neck were bursting, and his gray pupils were as cold as ice. He stood in front of Moriarty, as if possessed by a demon, as if a pale A furious god, Sherlock struggled against the rushing hypnotic power he passed on.

Moriarty's eyes were full of coldness, his eyes were black, full of malice, cruelty and ruthlessness, Sherlock stared at these eyes, suddenly, he felt dizzy for a while, he heard the voice in his mind Somewhere people screamed, those people were the lives that Sherlock had killed, Sherlock tasted blood in his mouth, he found himself biting his own lip, he fell into darkness, in the darkness Countless masks fell off one after another, and those masks were all the same person, all Moriarty, thousands of masks, each older and more terrifying than the other, the more vicious and vicious the deeper he went into the depths of his pupils, remaining at the bottom There is no charm in anything, no smile, no elegant speech, no gorgeous clothes.

That thing has no humanity at all, it is an inhuman creature at all, only hunger, fanaticism, massacre, massacre, massacre, scarlet, never satisfied, the emotion in the pupil is extremely primitive, extremely savage, completely inhuman, and extremely strong , Moriarty delights in human fear, drinks human blood, he is old, so old, thousands of years older than any artwork, even as old as forests and rivers, older than any dream to be longer.

Once lost in it, he will become his servant, serve him at his feet, he will make Sherlock drink blood again, and Sherlock will follow every order, honestly do everything he tells him, Killing people for him, drinking human blood, and even eating human flesh for him.

Sherlock let out a violent snort. He was sticking to his last line of defense, defending the true soul. He kept repeating his dream in his heart. He recalled the innocent face he believed in again, and Sherlock couldn't help but He took two steps back, leaned against the wall of the carriage exhausted, and finally escaped from Moriarty's eyes. Sherlock quickly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head while covering his chest, and groaned weakly twice.

"I don't like you, and I won't obey you. I will never let you subdue my body, let alone oppress my will."

Moriarty was also tired, sighed wearily, his expression was not much better than Sherlock, he was also half-dead from the hypnosis contest, completely gave up using hypnosis to subdue Sherlock, "Excellent Sherlock Sherlock Holmes," Moriarty said lazily, Sebastian put on a nightgown, jumped out of bed, and ran to his elder like a huge feline just waking up from a short nap, He reached out to support Moriarty, and helped him back into the chair to rest.

Sebastian turned his head sinisterly, looked at Sherlock, reproached and said sarcastically, "Well done! Holmes! You are indeed very strong and excellent among the vampires. You proved it. Very well, you may Being able to become an elder, living thousands of years amid countless hunting and massacres, is just like my master. If he doesn’t kill you, it’s because we decided to tame you, make you kneel at my master’s feet, and wake you up Silent nature, I want to control you and make you obey me. Since you have tasted blood in the process of healing, I smell it from you, you can't deny this to me, and you are also with us Same, sucking human blood, you have only one way out, and that is to be Mr. Moriarty's slave, both body and soul will always belong to my master, no matter how many times you fight against him, Mr. Moriarty has Be sure to beat you and make you bow your knees, Holmes, admit that he is your king, we will let you drink the blood, look how much stock this car has, it is all for you, let you fight and suck blood It is your truest self, and the blood of living people is your belief worthy of your heart and the goal you should strive for, and I will make you no longer always think about fighting with my master and then running away."

"Really, I don't care." Sherlock said, "He is not my blood master, he is not my king, and I don't recognize him."

"Aren't I? But I beat you." Moriarty sat in a chair, covered his forehead with a handkerchief, and asked softly, his eyes were fixed on Sherlock's ghost-like notebook, "Does your entourage It's mine, and so is this train, it's mine." Moriarty snorted, cruelty flashed in his dark eyes, "Wait," he said, "Molan, maybe you're right... "

Sherlock saw the face of death in his face for a split second.

Madness burned in Moriarty's eyes. The moody millennium elder raised his burning eyes and stared at Sherlock, "You swear to fight me to the end, then I will make you regret it." He attached Whisper softly in Sebastian's ear.

Sherlock heard the whisper, and he quickly moved towards the bed, but Sebastian was closer to the bed, and he took a step ahead. Harriet, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up, screamed, and desperately moved to Sebastian. Bastian struggled to resist in his arms, Sebastian pinched her under his arm, quickly pushed the carriage door and ran out, Sherlock followed quickly, and within a few minutes they ran to the door of the boiler room, Sebastian smiled slightly, grabbed Harriet's naked hands and feet, stuffed her fair and delicate body into a boiler, closed the iron door, and stood there with folded arms, waiting for rescuers to come Sherlock Holmes.

Harriet screamed crazily in the burning boiler, yelled incoherently, and slammed on the iron door with both hands. This kind of miserable and terrifying scene can hardly be described in words. Although she is already an immortal vampire, But as long as the burning time is long enough, she will still be burned to death, and finally turned into a pile of charcoal ashes, poured into the track, and scattered when the wind blows.

Moriarty walked slowly towards him from the end of the corridor, and he said, "I will never forget that dark kingdom, never, Sherlock Holmes, you must tell me all you know, I I know, she is not important to you, but if you let her burn to death under your nose for your own selfishness, how would you face your beloved little pet in hell?"

Anger surged up in Sherlock's chest, and it exploded into a furious roar, "Let her out! I'll tell you what you want."

"The relationship between you and that animal is really strange," Moriarty said in a very calm tone, "He is not your servant, but he can make you feel so affectionate, make you care so much, share Min is willing to make any sacrifice for him."

Sherlock obeyed in silence, and Sebastian carried Harley out of the boiler burning with high-temperature flames. Her skin was burnt, most of her hair was burnt off, and there was still a bloody smell. , but she will be fine.

Sherlock just wanted to kill them both.

Moriarty stayed alone in the library with him. The devil kept the notebook in his pocket. He lit the lamp to ease the atmosphere. Sherlock sat in the same room where John Watson once sat. Sitting on the sofa, with the cane beside him, it would be great if he could become John Watson, he thought to himself.

Moriarty sat by the recliner, flipping through his notes carefully, "You drew a waterfall out of thin air on this fork road, and as far as I know, there is no waterfall there."

"That was the waterfall thousands of years ago, and it's dry now."

Moriarty smiled. "If we're going in the direction of Edinburgh, we'll get to this place."

"I've been there hundreds of times, and let me tell you, what I can't find, no one can find. There's nothing there, just a dry waterfall."

Moriarty sneered at him, a smile that could freeze the whole room, "Holmes, you are very rude to me as an elder, so that's fine, but your answer to the question about the dark city is not worthy of consideration." The above is a very good answer. There are doubts that make you worry. That waterfall is very special, otherwise you would not copy it repeatedly. You drew it in detail, and even marked the forest path leading to it. There It's the entrance, isn't it?" He said in a low voice, "I don't want to repeat the same tricks on Harriet, it's boring, you hate boredom as much as I do, she is beautiful and smart, she should have enjoyed better treatment .Would you allow her to be treated like this?"

Sherlock was quiet, looked at him indifferently, and said, "I will take you to that waterfall myself."

"Very well, I only let you survive because of the cooperation between us."

After the elder walked out of the library, the train stopped. Sherlock stood on the roof of the car, looking down at the human beings who were tied up with ropes one by one, drove them out of five or six large carriages, and pushed them into the car. These humans kept begging and crying, and Sherlock looked down at the coachman, who was a woman, a woman named Irene Adler.

Irene jumped out of the carriage, and the long red dress was dragged on the ground. She reached out to untie the dusty riding cloak and threw it on the ground. Floating gorgeously in the air, she exclaimed, Sherlock grabbed her on the roof of the car, grabbed her wrist, and severely reprimanded her, "Are you helping that elder arrest living people? Come to this car? Get them Crazed in a car, slit the throats of these humans every night?"

Irene patrolled around on the roof vigilantly. She lowered her voice and looked up at Sherlock, "If I were you, I would let go of your hand."

Sherlock wanted to hold her tighter until her bones cracked.

Erin had a warning expression in front of his eyes, "This train is a good idea! I know that!" She was a little accusing but still maintained her politeness, and her soft voice reached Sherlock's ears , the voice was full of tension, fear and seriousness, "Your wine to suppress blood desire is very magical, metal, human blood and animal blood, plus some chemical agents can control the hunger and thirst of blood race since ancient times, you really Very smart, Sherlock, for many years, this kind of thing has never been born, but you have done it, you have created a new thing, a medicine that can suppress the desire of blood races, but have you ever thought that that wine can only suppress The hunger and thirst in the nature of the blood race, what about our killing nature, have you ever thought about this?"

"Killing is not in nature. Killing is a kind of evil that can be corrected." Although Sherlock spoke very fast, his voice can be said to be very calm, elegant and calm.

In front of him, Irene smiled at Sherlock for no reason, "Commander, your wine can indeed come in handy, it makes me feel calm every time, and the desire in my body has indeed dropped. Alcohol is good for a couple of cups of pastime, and for the rest, vampires and cattle live in peace, dear Sherlock, you must forget about it." Her tone was charming, her smile was pleasant, her eyes were purple Yes, pupils of this color are very rare among blood races. Fragile humans are often attracted by her purple pupils, and then they are frozen by this sight like a lake, and their bodies uncontrollably sacrifice blood to her. .

Sherlock took a deep breath and frowned, "Sorry, what did you say?"

Irene tried again to break free from her wrist, but Sherlock's strength was unusually strong, and finally she could only shrug listlessly, "Your dream makes me feel ridiculous, Sherlock, I understand you, when you were a child You grew up among livestock, and now you think the way they do. It's certainly not your fault. Someday you'll realize, and you'll be thankful for your true nature. The animals that live with you, They've made you so depraved, filling your head with petty ethics, empty religious beliefs, and boring dreams."

"What are you talking about?" Sherlock's voice was exasperated.

"The root of your mistakes is that you grew up with livestock. They deliberately taught you not to eat them. They kept instilling in you what is evil, evil? Where did you learn this word? Lian McColough You don't even know how to use this word well, you don't learn it from animals. Good and evil are words only animals use, nothingness, emptiness, just an excuse to protect their lives, their lives What's the point, they're worthless except to be edible, and they're full of fear of us, why? Why don't we fear the cattle, and the cattle fear us, because we're inherently superior to them, and they understand This principle, even in dreams, we can still use hypnotic power to entangle them."

"To shut up……"

"You must understand that good and evil do not exist. Do you think there are good and evil? No, I tell you, the law of the jungle preys on the strong. This is the true face of this world. There are only strong and weak, masters and slaves. You are Their morals are deceived, and you feel full of guilt and shame, when you are only deceived by them, how stupid it is. Good and evil, those are the words of cattle, not ours. You advocate mutual trust, but what are we supposed to trust? Believe in animals? We are not like them... Sherlock, we can't let animals bow their heads? No. Because they are animals, born inferior to us, and our beautiful prey. That's it."

"No." Sherlock shook his head and said, he stared at Irene Adler's face, she was paler and thinner than Sherlock, Sherlock stared at her earth-shaking changes in surprise, "They will think, they will dream, they will Build a world, Irene, you are wrong, we are different from human beings, but we also belong to the life created by God, they are not prey. Look at everything they created! Even the trains and wine are theirs Invented! Including the language I and you use, it is theirs, they bring beauty into this world. And what have we created? Nothing. We just keep destroying their lives, we are not hunting We are the destroyers."

Irene sighed, "Ah, poor Sherlock, I can't reason with you! Now...you are no longer my ruler and king. I follow the teachings of Mr. Moriarty. He He is more suitable to be our leader than you, and he does not advocate the prohibition of blood desires, you have been an animal for too long, Sherlock," Irene said with a little sympathy and pity, "you are not a qualified blood race at all. , you should learn more from that elder, he is your elder, he is the real master. What trains, wine, language, let the animals create, and we only need to enjoy their creation, Sherlock, We can keep them alive or we can choose to destroy them, that's the way it is. We are the top of the food chain, the higher races don't need labor. They are born slaves, but we are immortal and youthful, which is them Dreaming of wishes, see we are born with them, why we drink their lives, taste their blood, because we are their masters and their kings, and it is our tradition. If you will, It can also be called our mission, dear Sherlock. You should be proud and ecstatic for your blood desire, feel noble, instead of suppressing blood desire all the time, who would twist their nature? Look, those animals are all Jealous of us, if given a choice, any one of them would accept the ritual to become us."

There was a vicious smile on Irene's face, "No one in this world is an exception, Sherlock, there are countless people who want to live forever, and they eagerly hope to be like us."

Sherlock left her behind and got into John Watson's room to be depressed all night. The train was still moving every night, roaring on the rails of the earth.

Ever since he agreed to cooperate with Moriarty that night, Sherlock has been hiding in this guest room and has never shown his face. It can even be said that he has disappeared without a trace. Almost no one has seen him. Even when he came out, he came out to get food, Jasmine Amber is the only one who can stand with him. Sherlock is always very melancholy and depressed throughout the night. When the day comes, Sherlock will get lost in his dreams. John Watson's face is constantly in the dream. haunt him.

Such a life is very difficult. He does not regret meeting John Watson. He still feels that keeping John Watson by his side is the best thing he has ever done in his long life. His injuries He was cured, but his heart was about to be deserted, and there was a human whose life and death were uncertain inside.

He felt himself in a predicament.

Sherlock quarreled and fought with Sebastian again and again. He stood up in the horrible bloodthirsty night to protect the captured humans in the car. After his arm grew out, there was no one in the car. Another living person died, so Sebastian has been suing him in front of Moriarty, while Moriarty is calmly drinking Sherlock's private wine in Sherlock's wing, studying Is the effect of his medicinal wine really so miraculous that it can make them full by eating only the inferior food of human beings.

Facts have proved that Sherlock is a great alchemist. Even an elder, his medicinal wine can completely suppress the blood desire for thousands of years.

Sherlock wished so badly that he could kill them both.

Five days later, Sherlock finally didn't have to worry about this problem.

In this dark night, the fire dragon arrived near the dry waterfall. Moriarty took his servant Sebastian out of the train and went to the forest for a field trip. Sherlock realized that it was The perfect time to lift the dragon's curse.

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