Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Jasmine Amber only had to succumb to Moriarty's hypnotic power in terms of spirit and will. She didn't completely abandon Sherlock from body to mind like Jielin and Irene. She still loved Xia very much. Locke.

And no matter how her heart turns to Sherlock, Moriarty won't kill her for the time being, because the fire dragon can't start at all without a mechanic.

Jasmine Amber quietly waited for Moriarty's return in the cab, she had no way to disobey his hypnosis order, her brain forced her to sit here and wait for the demon.

Sherlock held up her chin, frowned and looked at her numbness after being hypnotized. The hypnosis of the vampire can only be undone by the original vampire, and the time can last for a long time. On humans, the power of hypnosis even It can last for half a year, allowing them to wake up like a dream in a certain morning.

Harley Ye Huasheng was quietly sleeping on the shoulder of Jasmine Amber. She was severely burned a few days ago, and her skin and hair had just returned to their original appearance. In addition, she was still in a state of limbo within a few days of being converted. A weak, sleepy transition state, requiring dozens of hours of sleep at the end of the day, the "new blood race" in this period is very fragile, like a baby, can be easily killed by various methods.

Sherlock released all those flocks, those dinners that were shackled and locked in the carriage, all of them, without missing a single one, all of them were released, and those imprisoned poor humans stood by the track for a long time Only then did they realize that they were free, and they staggered and fled in all directions dragging their chains with bare feet.

More than 100 other blood races are holding their piano party in the banquet hall unconsciously. The blood-stained carpet has been removed, but they can't stop them from having fun.

Moriarty went out to explore this night, and when he comes back, no matter whether he finds the entrance he wants on the waterfall that Sherlock copied, he will do everything possible to enslave Sherlock Holmes, trying to make him Become a walking corpse who only knows bloodthirsty, and will calculate with him for letting his sheep go tonight.

But Sherlock will not give him this chance to settle accounts.

Sherlock put on a suit jacket, buttoned it, and hung his cane around his waist like a long sword. Standing at the front of the car, he stretched out his hand and put it on the control lever. Sherlock smiled, and the train started Slowly starting and moving forward, Sherlock looked directly at the night sky ahead, he could see through the thick fog in the darkness, the wheels were getting faster and faster, the fast speed was enough to make Jasmine Amber behind him feel proud after waking up, the front The field became empty, and the fire dragon was driving on an abandoned railway track. As long as he passed another fork that could be transferred, he could make the fire dragon circle around, turn around, and then run straight towards London.

It's a risky thing to do, and it'll get Moriarty off to London to kill, and Sherlock's got mixed feelings, and he's had a pretty long time of solitude, growing more and more lonely as he wanders the land. Besides, sometimes Sherlock felt that the time he spent with John Watson on the Scarlet Rebirth was his real life, and the days after John Watson disappeared from his life seemed to be just a dream, those Sweet memories are drifting away from his fingers unconsciously, he is very, very eager to find his John, but he still decides, no matter what, he can't abandon the train this night and rush to London.

All the vampires on the car, who had been ruled by him, were already owned by Moriarty. Those vampires who bowed to him in the past now sneered at him and showed no respect at all. At night, he sat unscrupulously in his banquet hall, lying on the corpse to drink blood, and Moriarty presided over the bloody dinner himself.

Sherlock raised the corners of his mouth indifferently, with a desperate smile. His temporary failure made these despicable clansmen indulge shamefully. After he destroyed the fire dragon, these clansmen would regret it.

Yes, Sherlock poured kerosene on the aisle and the roof of the entire Fire Dragon carriage. He pulled up the control lever, walked to the door of the driver's cab, opened the door, and looked at the long aisle of the carriage, which was completely dark at the end , he polished a match on the iron wall, the faint flame flickered between his fingers, Sherlock watched the faint flame, and then threw the match forward, with a puff, the blazing flame quickly burned .

Sherlock closed the door of the driver's cab and locked himself in the front of the car. He looked ahead. The car was fast like a roaring beast, venting its abandoned anger. Sherlock was reluctant to part with this train. He has many dreams and memories. He and John Watson also met on this train, but now he has to make a choice. Everyone has to face a choice. This is the choice of Sherlock Holmes. We can no longer count on these corrupt clansmen in the car. Since we can't make them sincerely do good, we might as well let these evil creatures disappear from this world.

By the time the vampires reacted, the entire carriage had already been engulfed in flames. The burning flames shot up into the air from the iron window, and a large piece of angry red smoke came out. The fire dragon was burning blazingly, and the rising smoke spread across the sky Come, float across the horizon like a shroud.

The whole body of the fire dragon is bright red, all the lamps and candles are burning, the huge flames cover all the carriages tightly, the red light soaring into the sky is as sinister as death, as terrifying as sin, like bloody ghosts, in the moonlight and mist Passing through the time, roaring sadly on the rails, at a fast speed, pale and evil figures struggled in each carriage, rolled around in the luxurious hall, the burning blood screamed in the sea of ​​fire, huddled together, Until it turns into ashes, and the soul flies away.

The smoke from the chimneys was scarlet like blood, and then the scarlet turned to night-black darkness, shadows and screams in the choking smoke.

Sherlock stood at the front of the car, his pupils reflected the scorching flames, and his eyes showed a coldness that had never been seen in the past.

The front of the car was also on fire, and he had to race against time to make the car as fast as possible, so that those blood races had nowhere to escape, he tightened his lips, and accelerated the pace of the fire dragon, the sad and angry train flew forward in the night wind with flames , those sparks are tears of resentment from the Scarlet Rebirth.

Smoke, steam, and flames entangled and rushed into the air, and the night was extraordinarily bright because of the ferocious beast-like red light.

The Scarlet Rebirth was running forward in the sea of ​​flames, he heard the miserable cries for help from the carriage, Sherlock was standing in the heat, his tongue was astringent, to be honest, he was afraid of fire.

The flames were roaring around them, the bullets in the cargo warehouse were heated and caused small explosions, and the iron sheets and wood deformed and collapsed. These noises drowned out Sherlock's heartbeat.

He stands here alone.

There was a faint whine from the boiler room near the front, and several engines and boilers had collapsed.

Do you want to know, Sherlock, do you want to know how I will deal with you if you dare to be disobedient in front of me in the future?

Sherlock suddenly thought of this sentence, and grinned childishly, the smile seemed forced, his fangs glistened in the fire and moon, but there was no smile in his eyes.

In the next instant, a shattering explosion resounded through the entire front of the car, and Sherlock couldn't stand still. He lowered his body, and the glass in front of the car couldn't stand the high temperature and shattered and flew away.Sherlock raised his head again, and he found a figure in a cloak standing on the track ahead, and the cloak was flying into the air.

The train was rushing towards this figure ferociously without any hesitation, and Moriarty also aimed at the dragon's head in a running posture, and saw that the two were about to collide head-on, Moriarty jumped on The front of the car, squatting on the broken window frame, stared at him fiercely, "I came back early, and caught up with the good show. Can you bear the crime of massacring so many of the same kind?"

"Hmph, the vampires who died on this car are less than one percent of the human beings who died in your hands."

Moriarty showed his sharp nails, and Sherlock withdrew his gaze from confrontation in time, and moved back, the sharp claws just missed his eye, leaving a long and long line on his right cheek. With another deep mouth, Sherlock pushed open the door of the driver's cab and ran into the sea of ​​flames in the aisle. The flames greedily licked his hair and clothes. Sherlock grabbed a hot iron door frame and endured the scorching heat. Feeling the pain, he turned over and jumped onto the roof of the car, which was also full of fire.

There is a bright moon in the sky, illuminating everything in a deserted way.

Someone grabbed him from the back, lifted him like a child, and threw him backwards at the other end of the train, where Sherlock hit the ground with such pain that he knew no one but Moriarty's speed could do that. Quickly catch up with him and throw him out.

But he still got up as quickly as possible, his ice-like eyes fixed on Moriarty.

Moriarty is not as tall as him, but he is also a strong man. His appearance has nothing to do with the years he has lived for a thousand years. He is still young. At first glance, people will feel that he is just a young man in his 30s. , His brows and eyes are full of insidiousness and viciousness, Sherlock has never seen such an evil look from anyone, Moriarty's teeth are like polished steel bars, radiating cold and silver light, he Rushed in front of Sherlock, grabbed Sherlock's arm fiercely and twisted it behind him, then lifted it hard, the force was so great that Sherlock suffered a sharp pain.

"I'm going to wring off your two hands and two legs this time, and let you lie naked on the roof of the car like that crutch until dawn, and then be sunburned to death." Moriarty angrily said the other A sharp claw was on Sherlock's neck, just enough for Sherlock to feel the sharp fingertips, his cloak was shining in the silver moon, and the gorgeous back flap fluttered in the wind. He didn't wear it tonight. With the hood on, the expression of the devil is undoubtedly revealed.

Sherlock smiled, "You think you can?" After Sherlock finished speaking, he jumped backwards with all his strength and bumped into Moriarty. Moriarty stumbled and fell to the ground, and Sherlock was hitting him Pressing down on the opponent with his own weight, Moriarty grunted, as if he had been hit in the stomach by a shell, and his whole body was deflated.Sherlock twisted, his arms freed, and rolled sideways.He found that his roll was just in time, five sharp claws like steel knives swept past the tip of his nose, and Sherlock took several steps back on his toes, avoiding his attack.

Sherlock looked at him and smiled. He pulled out his claws suddenly, stood up straight, and rushed forward two steps. Before the elder had time to blink, Sherlock jumped down and landed behind Moriarty. The cloak shattered and flew in the wind, Moriarty turned around, he jumped long, and there were several rips on the back of the elder's expensive suit, oozing bright red bloodstains.

"Do you know what I'm thinking, Sherlock? I think it's a pity. You burned your dream with your own hands. It's a pity. But those clansmen, you really shouldn't treat them like this. I'm an elder, and I have to judge you."

"Is blood only life? Those human beings who died unjustly, who will come to you for judgment?"

"Humph... isn't there you, preaching priest, great moralist, run away," he said, "If I were you, I would run away, because I already know where the waterfall is, and you sent It's useless."

Sherlock just smiled.

The train shook violently, and Moriarty quickly lowered his body to prevent himself from falling. The train ran off the track and derailed. The front of the car began to roll forward, and the huge steel wheels flew out after a burst of explosion.

"You like this, don't you?" Moriarty sneered sinisterly. "Exciting adventures, dangerous accidents, you are especially good at this. You like danger, and you like blood more. You like it to death, don't you?"

Sherlock was silent and did not answer. While he was not paying attention, his figure flashed and jumped into the front of the car again. He hugged Jasmine Amber and Harley Watson from left to right. The train shook like an earthquake, and Sherlock hit the wall of the inclined car , he gritted his teeth, the car window was about to fall into the mud, Sherlock rushed towards the car window, Moriarty appeared in front of his eyes like a ghost, clutching the shaky broken window frame, blocking In front of the car window, blocking his way.

Sherlock jumped back quickly, standing in the cab again.

Moriarty said in a low voice, "I am the real master of the blood race, arrogant Holmes, if you dare to fight against me, you are simply challenging the entire history of our race." He fixed his eyes on Holding Sherlock, trying to control him with hypnotic power, his face was indifferent.

"You think I'll spend the whole night in that waterfall, don't you, Sherlock Holmes, you're wrong. I do have an extremely strong expectation for that dark entrance, and indeed it can keep my footsteps there. But I really don't trust you, so I let Moran play in those leaf piles first, because I know your little thoughts, because I'm as smart as you."

At this moment, the front of the car fell heavily in the field, making the sound of the ground shaking, and there was a sudden violent shaking in the carriage. The derailed locomotive dragged the carriages behind to roll outwards, and the whole train was still moving forward under the effect of the buffer force. With a sharp slide, Sherlock fell under the table. When he stabilized his body and stood up again, he found himself standing on the wall. The front of the car had completely changed the angle, and there was another loud bang , Sherlock threw himself at the shattered car window, his body fell, he grabbed the window frame, and looked at the bottom of the cliff hanging in the air below his feet.

The train went straight over the cliff.

The car looks like a woman's earring hanging outside the cliff, shaking constantly.

The car window suddenly came loose, Sherlock lost his balance, and his body rolled twice towards the bottom of the cliff. He stretched out his white hand, and firmly clamped the iron frame that was about to break. Babbling in the middle, barely hanging on to his body.

The train almost fell apart on the cliff and turned into pieces. Sherlock raised his head with difficulty, watching the bloody rebirth of the dead, the fire dragon was already badly broken, and those old and old black armors had been burned Turned into scrap iron, the engine and boiler burned to the last ashes in the sea of ​​​​flames, and there was only a void under Sherlock's feet, black and bottomless.

"Sherlock... Sherlock Holmes..." Moriarty's pale face appeared eerie, like a huge black spider, climbing on the outer wall of the car with all fours, he smiled sinisterly, grabbed The iron frame dropped his body viciously, and with a bang, the front of the car sank a few centimeters further, "You expected that the car would definitely derail and fall into the cliff, and then all the vampires would be buried at the bottom of the cliff, but you didn't expect that you Still here, your plan must be to ride to the ends of the earth with your mechanic and my new servant Harriet in your arms."

Sherlock tried his best to grab the iron frame that was about to break. He opened his eyes wide. Harriet accidentally rolled out of the cab. She hit her head during the rollover and was unconscious now. Sherlock watched She rolled towards herself, there were several wounds on her ankles cut by sharp iron sheets, and her skirt was stained with congealed blood, Sherlock quickly let go of one arm to support her, this action caused the front of the car to lose its balance, Right/tilted, babbling and falling, the broken stone kept rolling down from him.

There was no sign of Harriet waking up in his arms, only her slow breathing could be felt.

"Let me help you...Give her to me..." Moriarty stretched out his arms at him, showing a faint, fierce smile.

"Don't even think about it." Sherlock hugged Harriet even tighter.

"But this Watson is not what you like. Look at her," Moriarty said suddenly in vague French, "look at her, how perfect, there hasn't been anything like this for many years, and I don't know what to do." How many years will it be before I see another beauty like her, the night I held a ceremony for her, and she lay under me in her pajamas, helpless and frightened, it was hard for anyone to imagine her Very gluttonous, she sips my blood and she's not polite, she's nothing like Irene, she doesn't look like a vampire, just a normal girl, not mature yet, she'll always be like a child, immature Lovely, gentle and pretty, she has a beautiful face, big soft blue eyes, like a puppy, she looks so much like John Wah, I bet you can't let her go just because of her looks."

Sherlock hugged Harriet tightly, and if Moriarty dared to snatch the puppy from him, he would desperately rush to tear his soft throat.

"Do you want to find fault?" Moriarty asked coldly, his face was covered with clouds, as if a thunderstorm was about to erupt, "Better think about your current situation, you are in danger, now you hurry up Let go of your ignorant hand, and do as I tell you!"

The smile on the elder's face faded away, and the dark and deep pupils were reflected in Sherlock's pupils. Then he stretched out his hand and placed it in front of Sherlock. Sherlock smelled the bloody smell left under his nails, and couldn't help but slow down. Slowly raised his hand, picked up Harriet, and handed it to him.

"You're so good, your performance is very good." He smiled, almost grabbing Hariye.

In this emergency situation where he could not protect himself, Sherlock couldn't concentrate all his energy to control himself. He wanted to escape from Moriarty's eyes, but he couldn't. This was the first time he was restrained by a blood race opponent. In the hypnotic predicament he implemented, he was powerless to resist.

"It's better to let her follow you than to let her die. You are a devil. You always like to torture everyone who obeys you. You will domesticate her into a bloodthirsty beast." Sherlock immediately lowered his arms and hugged her tightly again. After touching Harriet, it took a lot of effort to struggle out of his pupils, and he regained a clear sense of reason and thinking. He successfully resisted Moriarty's hypnosis again, and Sherlock couldn't help but take a big breath.

Moriarty raised his eyebrows angrily, he slid into the crumbling front of the car, and after a while, he came out from another direction, holding the weakly struggling Jasmine Amber in his hand, he smiled, and then Throwing the Jasmine Amber to the outside of the cliff, Sherlock called out anxiously in her direction, "Jasmine!" Just like John Watson, she drew an arc in front of his eyes and disappeared into the dark bottom of the cliff.

Sherlock turned his head and looked at him resentfully, "If you have tears, I swear, sooner or later you will cry."

"Hmph, I'm still so brash when things come to an end, I have an easier way to let you go." Moriarty said, stretching his legs, pressing the luxurious leather shoes on Sherlock's pale fingers, The black soles crushed hard, "Give her to me..." Moriarty ordered, and Moriarty stepped on even harder, almost crushing his finger bones. He smiled and admired the pain on Sherlock's face. Looking at the look on his face for a long time, his strength did not slacken in the slightest.

Sherlock loosened a finger feebly, he felt blood dripping from between his fingers onto his shoulder, Sherlock gritted his teeth and looked up at him, holding on to the iron frame, his fingers were on the Bleeding profusely under the cruel and merciless crushing, but this is not a problem.

"Sherlock, Sherlock," Moriarty shook his head, "Your attitude when you called her is completely different from that of that little pet. You are too partial. In this situation, I can only I appreciate you very much for pulling someone up, but I don't really want to pull you. Could it be that you would rather die with her than let Harriet have a chance? I have never been unable to get what I want, including Your train."

Sherlock's fingers were numb, he tried his best, this was the longest time he could last, he loosened his hands weakly, and his body fell down.

Moriarty immediately grabbed Harriet's bare/bare ankles, hung her upside down in his hands, and smiled as he held the spoils he had successfully snatched in his arms. Sherlock vaguely saw this while falling to the bottom of the cliff. The figure of an elder jumped onto the train and disappeared from Sherlock's view.

With his head down, he fell heavily into the depths of a dark river. The icy cold water shook him all over. Sherlock wavered his limbs in the bottom of the water, like a lost person, with blood flowing from his fingers. It oozes out like red silk threads, floating beautifully around his body, and he sinks continuously in the deep black river water.

Sherlock was sucked into the depths of the river bed by the undercurrent. He drank a stomach full of river water and silt, and floated up and down in the undercurrent. He held his breath. After a long, long time, he estimated in his heart that it would take at least close to an hour. Only then was he able to escape from the huge undercurrent, he swam up with all his strength, stretched out his arms, and struggled to climb ashore from the water.

There was darkness on the shore, no stars and moon, and no fingers could be seen in the pitch black. Sherlock knelt in the grass and coughed out the water in his lungs. He stood up on the empty shore and regained his night vision. He looked back and found behind him It's not a river, but a small miniature lake, only tens of meters away from the opposite bank. Light green fireflies surround him. Sherlock stretched out a finger and gently touched the green fireflies. In the weak light, the firefly moved forward frightened and flapped its wings away from him.

Sherlock turned around in the night wind and looked around, with wet hair sticking to his forehead, he walked up the hill step by step, this hill was very steep, it took Sherlock a long time to climb up, there was a lonely tree Big tree, Sherlock stood under the shade of this dense tree, with a surprised expression in his misty blue eyes, which made him involuntarily raise his hand and hold the tree trunk to prevent himself from falling in excitement.

In the distance, the lights are brilliant, and a huge dark city stands there. The city walls are made of steel, the gorgeous tall buildings, the magnificent iron towers, and the iron bridges that shuttle in the air are all heights that he has never seen before. The light is not candlelight, but small glass that can shine one by one. Sherlock wonders if there are countless huge golden fireflies in the glass to emit such bright light.

Miraculous, incomparably miraculous, this steel city, this magnificent dark country, Sherlock raised his head, but he couldn't see the sky, the top was pitch black, he couldn't see anything, there seemed to be nothing on it.

He looked at the glorious city shining with golden lights in the distance again, the golden light was mixed with multicolored lights, the lights were alive, turning around on the outer walls of high-rise buildings, changing constantly, these things unexpectedly All of them are precious electric lights, countless rare and precious electric lights, which are millions of times brighter than the simple light bulbs in the human world, and the material of the wicks can be distinguished by the naked eye. Beautiful, Sherlock blinked his eyes, he couldn't believe that the scenery in front of him was real, so beautiful, so beautiful, unparalleled, the lights in the distance shone on his sad pupils, shining endlessly, he stroked the crutches around his waist , if only John Watson were here to watch it side by side with him.

However, Sherlock became alone again as before, no matter which mysterious fairyland it is, no matter how magnificent it is, now, only he is left.

The author has something to say:

The next article begins to enter a new chapter, and Xiaohua is finally coming out!

Why do people always guess the plot correctly? Yes, there are children’s shoes that have a brain hole.

As for whether it is a complete broken leg and a wheelchair, or amnesia, I will know tomorrow.

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