Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Harley's blood splashed onto her skirt, she turned her head, and Sherlock was jumping down from the air towards her with extremely fast and graceful movements. Locke grabbed her by the throat with a strong and pale hand, lifted her up in the air, and silenced all the sounds. Harriet's legs moved slightly from the ground, struggling feebly.

John Watson closed his eyes forcefully even though he couldn't see.

Time seems to have passed for a long time, Sherlock gradually tightened his hand, and with a click, Sherlock crushed her neck bone, and Harriet suddenly passed out from the pain, losing all consciousness, Sherlock threw her On the floor, Harriet lay with her arms spread like a rag, and John Watson was almost fainting from the pain in his heart.

Lestrade was standing closer than Sherlock, and he rushed to catch John Watson's crumbling body.

"Let me go!" John Watson pushed him away unwillingly, but he couldn't stand still. As soon as he pushed Lestrade away, he fell to the side. Lestrade grabbed his arm again and fixed him. hold his body.

"I'll save her until the end. The first person I'm going to kill tonight is you, Moriarty." Sherlock said, looking at his brother indifferently, without speaking, and then the two With a tacit understanding, they rushed towards Moriarty at the same time.

"Kill me? I'm not like a poor human being, I will be killed easily. Human beings are human beings, even if the ceremony is changed, they can't compare with orthodox blood races. Their abilities are weak, and they will be/killed/killed at once." Mo Riarty said in a low voice, the relaxed and happy smile in his voice completely disappeared, he glanced at the other Holmes who was killing him, and then focused on Sherlock again.

Moriarty and the one who carelessly avoided the attack at the beginning, hiding from place to place, not confronting each other, they entangled to the outside of the manor, Moriarty skimmed over the roof, jumped onto the high chimney, and slipped from the other side Back in the house, and almost leading them on a tour of the manor, Mycroft immediately sensed that he was deliberately wasting time. When they chased Moriarty back to the corridor where John Watson was standing, Mycroft stopped, and stopped Sherlock with an outstretched arm.

"The timing is wrong, Sherlock, tonight is not the best time to deal with him." Mycroft said vigilantly.

"If I retreat tonight, there's no guarantee I won't wait another ten years to get him, the timing is never right, Mycroft, I know the odds are against me, but I have to kill him, as soon as possible The better, he's dead, it's a relief to me and John."

"He's stalling."

"He's planning to consume both of our energy, leaving us out of breath." Sherlock snorted coldly.

"No, Sherlock, you and I both know that this is not the case." Mycroft once again stopped his brother from chasing Moriarty, "If he simply wants to consume us His physical strength should have taken us to farther places, leaving us exhausted to death in the wilderness, but he never leaves this manor, and the conspiracy he planned is probably a hundred times more dangerous than you can imagine."

Mycroft said forcefully, "I said the timing is wrong. I'm not kidding. Bring your doctor. That's it for tonight. Let's go."

Sherlock turned his head and looked at John Watson, who was standing ten meters away. His doctor was a little sad, and his brows and eyes looked a little tired. Sherlock couldn't bear it when he saw his expression, but Sherlock still insisted. , "You go, I won't go."

They rushed up to the second floor, and Moriarty wandered like a ghost through the labyrinth of rooms, sometimes passing behind curtains, sometimes rattling behind doors deliberately to lure them in and out.

For a moment, Sherlock almost caught up with him, and Moriarty sprinted in front of him, and the distance between the two narrowed, but Moriarty was not a small person who could be caught casually, and when Sherlock The moment he swung his sharp claws at his back, his speed suddenly increased compared to the previous second, and he jumped into the distance all of a sudden, standing there, smiling and mocking Sherlock.

The distance was opened again, and there was a stalemate.Both Holmes were chasing the same target, losing track of him once or twice because of the complexity of the corridors, but each time Sherlock hastened to catch up, bringing the distance closer, and then Moriarty again Sarcasm slipped away from his eyes and plunged into the dark depths.

The chase went on for a long time, Moriarty hid in the manor, Sherlock and McColloft went around several times to find him again, and as McColloft said, Moriarty Without leaving the scope of the manor, the demon suggested several times that their brothers might as well sit down with him in the living room to chat about their thoughts, but Sherlock would not accept his invitation, he just wanted to capture Moriarty and tear him into pieces. debris.

Unknowingly, the sky began to get brighter, a faint twilight appeared in the east, and the stars began to fade away. Sherlock stood in the grass outside, looking at the coming dawn.Beside him was an old Spanish oak, dead, gray moss running down its withered branches like liquid.

Mycroft urged him, "That's his purpose! Sherlock! He's holding us back just to wait for dawn! We still have time to go!"

Sherlock still insisted on fighting Moriarty until it was dark before giving up.He continued to search for the fleeting figure of Moriarty among the grass and bushes.

"I can't go. John and I have made up our minds to eradicate him at all costs, even the price of death."

"Sherlock, you want to dedicate your precious eternal life to a human for nothing?"

Sherlock looked at his brother with a wry smile, "You don't need to worry about this, I am willing, and there are some things I have to tell you now, Mycroft, I am afraid that if I don't say it now, I won't have the chance to talk to you again later." You said, you know how dangerous my current situation is, I may die at any time, and I am ready to die, let me tell you, I have been staying in the darkness that you dream of for 13 years In the city, our ancestors were ruthlessly expelled from there. I still don't understand what kind of unforgivable mistakes our ancestors made to be exiled to the land to wander for tens of millions of years. "

"I think, maybe our ancestors persecuted their own kind and killed their close relatives, just like the record in "Genesis", our father Cain killed his own brother, and was eventually expelled from the Garden of Eden, And have been cursed for life, such as not being able to see the sun, which is the most severe curse for us."

"But cannibalism often happens on land, and it is unavoidable in the underground city." Sherlock pondered for a while, "If we say this, we and humans are biological brothers, and blood races and humans are of the same origin. It was only later broken by a murder."

Mycroft looked at him quietly for a while, and then rejected him, "No, we are not of the same origin as humans, we are two different species, you are extremely smart, you shouldn't be so stupid, don't go any further In that regard, we have a long lifespan, and that alone is different from humans."

"Humans also had a long lifespan in ancient times, but their lifespan was shortened later by the influence of the external environment and evolution, while the vampires have always lived in the dark, and have been addicted to drinking the fountain of life for a long time, so our lifespan is not Changed too much. According to me, Cain was born of blood from his mother, and his brother was human. In the beginning, they had the same life span but different abilities. Cain I am afraid that he is extremely powerful, with a hidden desire to kill in his nature, while his human brother is simple and kind, so later Cain murdered his human brother, and he was cursed for eternity.”

"Sherlock, you are always the same as when you were a child. You confuse yourself with humans. It is not good for you to want to classify you and animals. Humans are humans, and vampires are vampires. We are immortal evil gods, our ancestors Being expelled from the Dark City may be due to murder of the same kind, or it may be due to war or power usurpation, any reason is enough to make our ancestors fall under the sun, Sherlock, tell me about the city that belongs to the night City."

Sherlock faced the direction of Lancaster, the northern sky wiped out a piece of milky white, and the stars began to be swallowed by the dawn. He said longingly, "As in the legend, Mycroft, you can play your not so good Let your imagination run wild, that underground city is huge, full of steel and marble, brightly lit, brilliant, never exposed to sunlight, and the underground ocean above your head." Sherlock said, suddenly stretched out his hand.

Mycroft froze for a moment, then passed his hand and shook it with him.

Sherlock pursed his lips and squeezed his brother's hand firmly, "You always expect me to be the king of the clan and go to rule that city. There really needs a great leader there, it doesn't have to be me, If I can't get the city back, it's up to you, Mycroft, and I'll tell you where it is and how to get into it, and it'd be nice for you to rule the city, you know My medicinal wine formula, don't let my medicinal wine disappear in that city, as long as all the vampires get used to drinking the medicinal wine that suppresses blood desire, the underground city will be a beautiful scene of peace and tranquility, and it will be more beautiful than the city full of blood. The bloody land is even more beautiful, and blood lust and thirst are also one of the curses, we cannot accept this curse and regard ourselves as complete beasts."

Mycroft frowned because of his entrustment. These words sounded like a will, which was very ominous. He said perfunctorily, "Stop it, brother."

Sherlock stared at him with burning eyes, "Listen to me, I don't have much time, I will speak briefly, I can tell you exactly how to enter the underground fortress, but you have to promise me, this It's a one-for-one condition, and you can't break your promise to me. Promise me first, and you will do what I say next, no matter hundreds of years or thousands of years, as long as you are alive, you will do it."

Mycroft thought about it carefully, then nodded in agreement, "I will do so."

"After entering the dungeon, not only you, but all the vampires who surrender to you should drink my wine, at least making them half-human. Beasts cannot evolve, only humans can evolve , Turning blood races into humans is our ultimate way out." Sherlock said, "Have you ever thought that we are so fragile, our ability to reproduce is very poor, and the number of newborns has never been large. In the cracks and shadows, once human beings become extinct, we will not live for long. From another perspective, if we are the ones who are extinct, human beings can live for a long time, even until the end of the world and the destruction of the earth. In contrast, We are the weak. For our future, the blood race must evolve and cannot be manipulated by blood desire and hunger. Only then can our race become a great and friendly nation. You lost John in that big grotto back then , according to your personality, you must have repeatedly searched for the entrance in that grotto many times. It is not because of your mistakes that you can’t find it. The entrance is not an actual cave, but a magnetic field, a black hole, and it's not easy to make this black hole appear."

When Mycroft heard this, his spirit was highly concentrated. He listened very engrossed, even a little intoxicated.

Sherlock went on to say, "In the underground city, the appearance of black holes is regular, and the full moon can appear. I have spent 13 years searching for black holes in the dark city. My efforts are almost meaningless and in vain. One, but I was able to figure out the correct path because of John Watson's accidental missteps. I won't go into those boring details. What I will say is that the law of black holes manifesting on land is different , I think that if you want to enter from the land, you must first create a condition, and this condition is near death. Only dying people can encounter that entrance when they are in a desperate situation."

Mycroft suddenly realized that it was no wonder that over the years he had gone hundreds of times to explore the Great Grotto without success. Now his clues are clear, but the question is, how can he create a near-death state?

The two of them looked towards the sky, the morning light was accelerating and expanding, and the sky was about to start to light up.

Moran stayed where he was. He crawled to the foot of the corridor wall on all fours, and sat there quietly recuperating. The blood on his cheeks had dried up, and the wound pierced by the sharp sword had almost closed, but it would take a long time. Getting a whole new eyeball is much slower for a vampire than healing a wound, plus he doesn't have time for bloodthirsty all night, and the wound heals even slower.

John Watson was sitting on a bench a few steps away, holding the unconscious Harriet in his arms. He didn't know what to do with his own sister who had corrupted her soul. After 13 years, she must be in Moriarty's Many lives have been killed under duress or temptation.

Sherlock let her live, he must have heard the hesitation in John Watson's heart.After all, he has a heart made of flesh, and he more or less does not want his sister to die in front of his eyes.

Lestrade stood by his side.

Next, the silence was broken, and when the tragedy happened, it was almost an instant.

Moriarty floated out from behind and grabbed Lestrade suddenly. His sharp claws pierced his back and came out of his chest. A smear of blood splashed on John Watson's face. Roaring in the middle, he waved his claws and scratched randomly, but Moriarty was much stronger than him, he pulled out five fingers from Lestrade's body, Lestrade covered his seriously injured chest, and knelt forward Down, a trembling groan came out of his throat, and Moriarty almost caught his heart.

Moriarty had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and without thinking much, he stretched out his hand to grab John Watson. Lestrade stood up staggeringly, and rushed to stop him. He grabbed Moriarty's arm, Moriarty threw his heavy body far away effortlessly, and Lestrade slid forward firmly on the floor tiles for a long, long way.

Lestrade turned over on the ground and got up again, "Don't underestimate me, a ritually transformed blood race!" He grunted angrily, his voice seemed to be screaming, and he fiercely directed at Moriarty again. Running over, the footsteps were fast, very fast, but there was no sound on the floor tiles.

Moriarty grinned so much that his mouth almost reached his ears, "Come here, yes, come here, Mycroft's foolish servant, let me tear your belly apart and watch your internal organs and intestines flow out."

Lestrade rushed in front of him, just as he raised his sharp nails, two long streams of red blood spurted from his carotid artery, Lestrade's body shook slightly, and Moriarty pulled the claws from him After pulling out the flesh from the throat, Lestrade immediately fell to the side, vomiting blood from his mouth.

Moriarty grabbed John Watson, who was trying to escape from the bench, dragged him off the bench, and held him between his arms like a child. Pulling out the bloody sword, he waved his long sword meaninglessly.

"Do you really think I'm afraid of your rags? I avoided you at first, and I played it for your sweetheart. I want him to be unguarded against me, so that he can feel at ease and feel that you are really capable. Fight me," Moriarty said contemptuously.

John Watson raised the tip of the sword and pierced it horizontally into Moriarty's waist. Moriarty just let out a muffled snort. The point plucks/pulls/out of its own flesh, throws it backwards across the hallway, and the sword spins like a top, flying across the hallway, finally clattering on the floor tiles.

The bleeding from his wound stopped immediately.

John Watson's hands were empty, and he didn't have any self-defense weapons for a while. He began to struggle with his bare hands, but it didn't work at all. He was firmly grabbed by Moriarty's claws.John Watson blindly threw a heavy punch at his body, the fist seemed to be smashed into cotton without any response, and Moriarty paid no attention to his attack.

John Watson was suddenly pushed forward roughly by him, and fell to the ground, hitting his face heavily on the rough, cold floor tiles. He was thrown under the French window, lying there, with Moriarty kneeling on him. Not allowing him to get up, Moriarty reached out and grabbed his hair back, the force almost ripping his head off his neck with it.

For a moment, John Watson lay on the ground in a daze, extremely helpless, his arm was suddenly grabbed by Moriarty, and he twisted violently behind him. Sheng whimpered, the opponent's strength did not relax at all, he tried to break free from the devil's knee and his sharp claws again, Moriarty twisted his arm back even more forcefully.John Watson heard a "click" from his arm, and a sharp pain came from his bones. His arm joint was broken alive. John Watson bit his pale lips desperately to keep himself from crying. A miserable scream.

"Why do you think I spent the whole night with you, just for this moment," Moriarty said to him in a gentle voice, "Be honest, don't move around."

Sherlock has been looking for Moriarty on the grass outside the manor. After Moriarty led him here, he disappeared. He followed the route Moriarty had arranged and walked outside the French window. In the field of vision, you can just see John Watson being brutally pressed to the ground and unable to move, with pain in his eyes and eyes.

Sherlock's back trembled as if struck by lightning, and he couldn't help taking a step forward.

Moriarty stopped him from the window and said, "Stay still, Sherlock Holmes, if you step forward to trouble me, I'll slit John Watson's throat, stay where you are, and I won't hurt him. Understand." Yet?"

John Watson struggled restlessly again, but he bit his lip tightly in pain.

Sherlock stood where he was, submissive in his voice, "Yes," he replied, "I understand."

"Very good, very good." Moriarty said with a smile. He was very satisfied with how easily he could make Charlotte obedient. You must know that in the past, he could not hypnotize this arrogant train conductor even though he had tried his best.

Mycroft also appeared, and he rushed towards Moriarty without hesitation, "You can use him to threaten my brother, but it won't do anything to me."

"Oh really?" Moriarty answered him calmly.

Sebastian Moran flashed out from the side, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, like a black pothole growing on his face, he stared directly at Mycroft with the other remaining eye, as if Death-like, with a smile on his face, Moran was hugging a blood-stained servant in front of him. John Watson's sharp sword that fell to the ground was in his hand at this moment, resting on Lestrade's injured neck. The sword was pressed against Lestrade's skin, and the blood spread across the sword and slowly dripped onto the ground.

He warned Mycroft, "You'd better obey my master, unless you want to see his head cut off with your own eyes."

Mycroft also had no choice but to stop his progress.

The dawn sky began to lighten slightly, and the sun would rise from the back of the manor, casting a youthful radiance on the dewdrops among the leaves.

Sherlock looked around slowly, and then he couldn't help but lower his head, avoiding the brighter and brighter light.

"Look up, Sherlock Holmes, I want to see your face," Moriarty ordered.

Sherlock stood up proudly, squinting out the window, looking at him.

"Very well," said Moriarty, "now let's wait together. Just a little longer," he laughed softly, "until the sun comes out."

John Watson was lying on the cold floor, with his back against Moriarty's knees, his arms were still folded behind him, and his body was dripping with sweat. Whenever he tried to move his body slightly, severe pain would hit him. his body.

His arm is completely useless, John Watson thought miserably.

He knew that Sherlock had been standing stiffly in the lawn, Sherlock was motionless, all because of John Watson, and in a while, he would be whipped by the morning light, and his face would be burned like last time.

John Watson lay quietly, he firmly believed from beginning to end that Sherlock would not be killed by the sun, as long as John Watson was strong enough to endure this painful humiliation, Sherlock would kill Moriah sooner or later Tee won.

Mycroft began to have a look of pain on his face. The bright sky and the thin morning light made him feel very uncomfortable.

Lestrade struggled in front of Moran and shouted, "Go, leave me alone! Mycroft!"

"I'll take you away." Mycroft had to close his eyes, the surrounding temperature was getting hotter and hotter, and the morning sun would come out soon.

He strode forward and came a little closer.

"It's best not to get mad, Holmes." Moran threatened him and squeezed the long sword tightly, and Lestrade's blood flowed even more.

Mycroft didn't answer, his expression was cold and fearless.

Shocked by his gaze, Moran took a step back, "Don't come here, I will really cut off his head."

"Even if you cut off his head, he won't die." Mycroft moved closer.

Moran staggered back in disbelief. Mycroft opened the French windows and walked in. He looked at John Watson lying on the ground. He didn't care about the life of this living person. He had more important things to do. To finish, Mycroft said quietly, "No one can threaten me."

"I'm going to smash his head to pieces!" Moran began to feel frightened under his hypnotic sight, his voice trembled as if he was choking, and he immediately shifted his gaze to the side, not daring to look at Mycroft again My eyes, if I continue to look at it, Mycroft will probably be like Sherlock, let him put the long sword around his neck, and kill himself.

"Why don't you dare to look at me anymore?" Mycroft smiled, "You have lived for 600 years, so what, human beings are always human beings, and even if the ceremony is changed, they can't compare to the orthodox blood race. This is what your master said Yes, look what you have done to my servant, you just said you were going to smash his head?"

"Don't come here again..." Moran hissed, he looked at Moriarty and gave him a look of help, but Moriarty's attention was all on Sherlock, who was oppressing John Watson and Sherlock are having a strange eye contest, Moriarty can't move, and he can't be distracted, otherwise Sherlock will take advantage of it and rush in to tear Moriarty to pieces.

"It seems that your master has a lot of things to do and has no time for you. He is really indifferent to his servants." Mycroft opened his claws threateningly in front of him, and moved forward calmly.

Wielding his sharp nails, he drew a fierce circle in the air, and then rushed briskly towards Moran. His nails passed in front of Moran's face. Moran restrained Lestrade and backed away in time. He looked sullenly at Mycroft.

Without saying a word, Mycroft advanced silently on tiptoe, forcing Moran back against the wall, his sharp claws stabbed suddenly, the movement was so fast that it was impossible to distinguish.

Moran bared his teeth and showed a cruel smile. He slashed the sharp sword in his hand, and the blade slashed deeply across Lestrade's throat. Lestrade's pale face was twisted and deformed. , grunting in pain, but he continued to struggle forward, Moran brutally cut his neck completely with his sword, Lestrade let out a horrible coughing sound, his eyes were wide open, and suddenly he didn't move up.

Moran let go, and Lestrade fell forward like a rag doll, with a huge slit in his throat, his head twisted back so weirdly that it nearly snapped off his neck, and rolled onto the floor. .

Mycroft took him in his arms, put his hand over his profusely bleeding throat, and looked into his pained face, his shirt and trousers, stained red, sticking to him.

Mycroft looked at him worriedly, then at the dawn sky, Sherlock was standing in the yard unable to move.

But Mycroft saw Sherlock nod to him very slightly, he understood the meaning of this nod, this place is not suitable to stay for a long time, the disaster will be out of control after the day is completely bright, Sherlock is hinting to tell him to go, McCaw Loft also nodded to him, and told him to take care of himself with his eyes, then he picked up the seriously injured Lestrade, walked through the corridor, and ran into the woods outside, and began to race against the sun and time.The rising sun cast a bright yellow light onto the land, and the morning light slanted through the woods, and the fine dust wandered and floated in the beam of light. Under the pressure of dawn, the last few shadows of the night slipped away quietly and fled into the forest. In the grass under the tree.

He can't turn back, Sherlock is determined, even if he dies, he will stay and deal with Moriarty, he may lose this brother forever, Mycroft is afraid that he will live up to his father's expectations, and his father handed Sherlock over to him. Entrusted to him, but he can't protect this foolish younger brother who has a stubborn dream and wants to be one with human beings.

Mycroft rushed forward among the leaves, his eyes glowed scarlet with regret and reluctance for Sherlock. His younger brother, his only younger brother, his beloved Sherlock, had been in his hands since he was a child. Growing up, Sherlock didn't like to hunt humans, he could live to adulthood, all depended on the blood he sent over in a glass, the sunlight fell from the leaves one by one, causing scalds on his skin, even his pregnant Lestrade in the movie couldn't resist the sun, and for a moment, Mycroft felt his own fragility. Indeed, as Sherlock said, the blood race is just a fragile race that will become extinct at any time.

It seems that nothing can hurt them, but in fact, they are easily wiped out.

The author has something to say:

There must be a third party as promised, but it's just a little slow to appear

Regarding Xiaohua's righteous killing of relatives, it would be too selfish if he didn't choose that way

The next chapter will take a turning point

About Mai Lei [I guess it can only be supplemented by a side story] But I have to be motivated to write if someone wants to see it.