Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

The sea breeze was wet and cold, and they rushed into the dark and lonely night sky. Sherlock looked agile and elegant, and the well-tailored windbreaker was like a wide cloak. Chasing after that cold demon figure, his speed and strength all showed a strong and valiant appearance.

Moriarty stopped in the open field, his evil figure standing under the blue moonlight, his brutal pupils were burning with murderous intent, scarlet, he twitched his fingers, quickly lengthened his claws, and turned around Sweeping towards Sherlock, Sherlock hurriedly staggered back two steps, just when Moriarty was gloating, thinking that he could get away with it, John Watson jumped high from mid-air.

Moriarty looked very surprised. He raised his head and watched John Watson's gorgeous figure rushing towards him. The hard nails passed his cheek. Moriarty dodged aside, but it was too late, John Watson The speed was unimaginable, beyond all his expectations, from his forehead to his chin, there were four wounds pierced by John Watson's nails, muscles rolled out, blood splashed into the air like meteors, Moriarty hung Standing with his head up, he raised his eyelids and looked at the new blood race in front of him with sinister eyes.

In the hazy night, he could still see his beauty. Moriarty had never seen such sapphire blue eyes. Those two sapphires cast a hard cold light on his face, with a hint of mockery and spoiled arrogance.

"You are?" Moriarty took a long time to connect the beautiful and elegant vampire in front of him with the lame, blind, and gloomy John Watson, "Hmph." Moriarty sneered and sarcastically said: " Our great conductor is finally willing to turn you into an accomplice of the devil?"

"I owe you so much," John Watson said in a soul-stirring voice with a magic that was not there before, "I will pay you back everything. "

There is no blood race more touching and pure than him, not even Sherlock Holmes can find this seductive innocence, like a virgin who has never been defiled, Moriarty hates the innocence that is naturally revealed His teeth were itchy, wishing to crush his heart with his own hands.

They stared at each other across the wind-blown weeds. Moriarty saw a vision in John Watson's eyes. There was an endless charm at the end of the pupils. Moriah Dee had never resisted this kind of hypnotic ability, and the bold hypnosis was full of endless tenderness and calling, there was no darkness, only tenderness remained, Moriarty was shaken, and then he immediately regained consciousness.

No, John Watson's hypnotic ability is different. If Moriarty's pupils can make people see hell, and Sherlock's pupils can make people feel pain, then John Watson's pupils are tender, hell And pain might give one a little resistance, but tenderness...damn tenderness... Moriarty was once again caught in the depths of John Watson's vision.

Sherlock watched the battle quietly by the side. He stared at John Watson's bright eyes. Although they were all focused on each other and silent, John Watson was able to calmly wear a smile on his lips. There seemed to be something in his blue eyes. In the faint flame, he only said two words: "Kneel down." Then he grinned happily, revealing a mouthful of eerie snow-white fangs.

Moriarty gritted his teeth. As a millennium elder, how could he kneel down to a newborn blood? How could he... Before he had the energy to think about it, Moriarty's legs trembled, and he tensed up. The body, maintaining balance, struggled vigorously.

John Watson once again showed a clear smile, approached him, and moved in front of Moriarty at an astonishing speed. John Watson was in front of him, his eyes were very close to him, and he said affectionately, " Kneel down... that's right... kneel down for me, right in front of me."

Moriarty's knees kept bending downwards, his whole body trembling violently, and then he slowly dropped his left knee heavily on the mud floor, leaving only one knee left.

Moriarty suddenly raised his hand cunningly, and stabbed John Watson in the eyes. John Watson jumped back, and the hypnosis immediately relaxed. Watson just walked towards him.

John Watson raised the back of his hand to wipe away the blood flowing from his eyelids. The devil's scheming nails cut his smooth and flat irises. John Watson felt very painful. Sherlock immediately rushed over and embraced him with one arm. In my arms, hug him.

"Are you okay, John." Sherlock's fingers slid across John Watson's soft cheeks, his hands lightly combed his hair, and then lifted his face to himself, examining his injuries with his eyes.

John Watson's face was the same as when he was young, no, it had to be more beautiful, Sherlock really wanted to lean over to press a gentle kiss on his lips at this very second.

"Well, I'm fine." John Watson responded coquettishly in his arms. Except for a little pain, John Watson blinked his eyes. It was amazing that his iris healed in an instant and his vision was restored. Clear, with a renewed blue luster.

Sherlock turned to look at Moriarty, and said in a low and fierce voice, "You dare to hurt his eyes, do you know how much effort it took me to get these incomparable eyes?"

The violent sea wind swirls all around, and the sea level in the distance is still a mysterious fiery red.

Moriarty was motionless, his pale face, his eyes were burning like hot coals, his lips were raised, revealing his white fangs, his hands were twitching uncontrollably, he was intent on killing, but he was not in a hurry to act.

Sherlock let go of John Watson and slowly approached him. His movements were majestic and graceful like a cat, like a monarch, like a king, like a ghost. The mercury-like moonlight poured on his white skin, curly His black hair fluttered wildly in the wind, and his foggy eyes shone like flint at this moment.

Each of them is ready to pounce head-on, fight desperately, and fight bravely.

The surrounding air smelled of beasts, the waves were restless churning, and there was a faint roar in the sky, filled with an ominous atmosphere, fire and black smoke suddenly rose from behind the ridge of the island, and the forest was burning in a large area , Moriarty, Sherlock, and John Watson couldn't help turning their faces to look at the forest fire that suddenly ignited for unknown reasons.

A huge werewolf appeared on their left, and was approaching them step by step with heavy steps. When John Watson saw the giant wolf walking upright on two legs, he immediately grabbed Sherlock's hand arms, stood beside him nervously, not daring to breathe.

Because Sherlock had told him that werewolves were more interested in disembowelling vampires than humans.And innocent John Watson just so happens to be a real vampire too.

"Werewolves!" whispered John Watson.

"I see." Sherlock replied with a serious expression.

"I saw it too." Moriarty looked excited, as if seeing a big plush toy.

"Have you ever fought a werewolf? Despicable elder."

"Not yet, there will be a chance soon, arrogant train conductor."

Sherlock turned to John Watson. "John," he said, "how about you go back to the hotel and have some dinner? I'll be back later."

Moriarty smiled, "That's right." He said, "You'd better listen to what your husband said, the werewolf is not as easy to deal with as you imagined. It can catch up with everything." Moriarty had just finished speaking .

The wild and shrill howling of wild wolves echoed across the wilderness and the dark sea, as if warning all the weak creatures in front that the hellhound had appeared.

The loud whistle made John Watson cover his ears to barely avoid it. The deafening momentum made the birds on the island jump into the air in fright, fluttering their wings, blending into the silhouette of seagulls, and being swept into the sea by the sea wind. deep sea.

This cry also alarmed all the residents. The screams of some residents could be heard wandering around the island. They rushed out of the farmhouses and crowded towards the pier. Small boats flee the fiery island.

"God damn werewolf. It's so noisy." John Watson muttered dissatisfiedly. "I don't want to go back to that goddamn dinner. You think you can get rid of me like this? It's not that easy. You're going to dump me unless you get rid of me. I throw it into the sea."

These words made his whole body feel warm and moved, and his heart was flattered. Sherlock felt that there was an incomparable sweetness in the helplessness. He could only hug John Watson tighter, not allowing him to leave him for half a step.

The werewolf roared, its huge and strong legs ran faster and faster, and the black wolf hair stood up around its body in the wind, as if its whole body was covered with small and hard steel needles, and it was like a giant hedgehog. It took almost an instant to rush to the front of these three blood races. Its disgusting and muddy saliva dragged around its chin, and its thick claws brushed past Sherlock. Sherlock walked away with John Watson in his arms. The werewolf shifted his target again, and sprayed the foul-smelling saliva at Moriarty. There was a strong wind in that roar, and Moriarty's cheeks were deformed by the roar.

"A savage monster without IQ." Moriarty jumped into the air contemptuously, dodging the werewolf's attack quickly.

The werewolf flashed into the sight of Sherlock and John Watson again. It was extremely difficult to deal with. Its speed was like a gust of wind. Although its size was not as light as that of a vampire, its strength, the power of its rough feet to crush rocks, was absolutely It cannot be underestimated, the fur on its body stood up in anger, it looked angry, its eyes were spitting fire, the vampire was its thorn in the flesh, its thorn in the side, and it needed to be eradicated urgently.

Sherlock held John Watson in his arms and swiped his claws, child's play as his nails grazed the werewolf's helmet-hard skin.

John Watson finally understands why vampires regard such low-intelligence creatures as their greatest enemies in this life. They are indestructible, every inch of their skin is as hard as steel, and the vampire's nails are like playing tricks when they are shot down on them. cannot be left on them.

The werewolf turned around, and the thick palm was as big as a whole person. There were four claws in total, and each claw was as thick and strong as the wrist of an adult human. Sherlock could only hug John Watson and keep going. Leap back, concentrating on avoiding its terrifying claws.

Hit by the huge sharp claws, the internal organs will be turned out, and the whole body will be turned into pieces. The crushed vampire may still be able to survive, but it will definitely not live as freely as before.

John Watson didn't want to be a piece of meat. He lay in Sherlock's arms, closed his eyes tightly, and began to seriously consider Sherlock's previous suggestion of asking him to go back to the hotel for dinner.

"I'll lead this beast to Moriarty!" Sherlock said to John Watson, and ran towards the elder who was watching the fun. John Watson was held in his arms and his feet were off the ground. , somewhat like a Sherlock doll.

"Hey! Don't be so shameless! I don't like this kind of drooling dog!" Moriarty hurried to the edge of the cliff, followed by Sherlock and John Watson, and the werewolf was in front of him. After chasing after it, when it speeded up and ran, all its limbs landed on the ground, and the crushed rocks flew in all directions, and the jagged sharp teeth in its mouth were like a shark's bloody mouth, wheezing and wheezing The stench of spit.

Sherlock caught up with Moriarty from behind, and passed him with a smile. Moriarty accelerated again unwillingly, this time, he and Sherlock drove side by side.

"I don't like playing with werewolves. Don't forget that its ancestors were our playthings. This little thing has a lot of resentment towards you and me. It even hates me more than you, Holmes. At least you know how to appreciate me." The art of massacre, but this brainless thing, it doesn't understand, according to me, we should run separately."

"Hmph, first of all, I don't appreciate your approach at all. Secondly, I won't be fooled by you. If we split up, it will definitely chase the side with more people. You must also know that our meat is theirs." The food you love most to satisfy your hunger, you always thought we were the top of the food chain, now you can see clearly what kind of thing is at the top of the food chain, Moriarty, a mindless thing that feeds on us, they are The boss at the top of the food chain."

"A bunch of unlovable and uncute dogs."

"Yes, wild wolves that have been in a barren state for thousands of years and have not been able to evolve."

On this point, the two of their old enemies actually reached a consensus.

John Watson reminded him in his arms, "Sherlock! Now is not the time to chat with you! Can you get rid of this damned werewolf before you meet again and have a long talk?"

"Look at me! John!" Sherlock turned around suddenly, took out a knife from the scabbard on his back, jumped to a high place, and plunged the short knife into the weak and soft eyes of the werewolf.

The werewolf was terrified, its blood-spitting eyes were wide open, and a small knife was inserted into its huge bright red eyeballs like a sharp thorn. It swung its front paws and struggled desperately, but the other one The giant claw was firmly grasped by Moriarty. The movement of the elder of the blood clan was extremely fast, and his sharp claws were hardly seen passing by. A red bloodstain had already appeared on the inside of the werewolf's throat, and the incision opened softly backwards. , the soft throat tissue was exposed, and blood gushed out from the wound, forming a column of blood, spraying a large amount into the air.

John Watson stayed in Sherlock's arms, in the blood-spattered air, he couldn't see anything clearly for a while, until Sherlock fell to the ground and put John Watson, who was tightly hugged in his arms, into the ground. Only then did the big-eyed newborn understand that the Achilles' heel of the werewolf lies in its throat, where the skin is close to pink, without any hair or hard skin covering, and is so fragile that it cannot be easily attacked.

Moriarty smiled and stood on the blade of grass covered with the blood of werewolves. Werewolves are different from vampires in that their body temperature is very high, like a fever patient. The blood is scorching hot, and the temperature is several times higher than that of humans. When exposed to air, white foam will come out hot.

John Watson was dumbfounded by his perfect cooperation with Sherlock, "What happened just now?" No matter how you kill it, you can't kill it, and there are endless resurrections.

But the werewolf just collapsed in a pool of blood, lifeless.

"Oh, my God, did it die at home?" John Watson had seen more cruel corpses and blood, but at this moment he didn't want to and didn't dare to go forward to perform an autopsy on this monster lying there like a puddle of mud.

"I can't die anymore," Moriarty replied in place of Sherlock, who was wiping the werewolf's blood between his fingers with a small handkerchief.

"Who asked you..." John Watson hadn't finished complaining.

The hissing of the werewolf sounded again, and the horn-like roar echoed in the wilderness. This time, John Watson could hear it quite clearly. There were more than one werewolf howling, one after another, in an endless stream. , The number is countless, and the shrill and piercing cries of wild beasts resounded throughout the entire Shetland Island, which looked terrifying. Of course Sherlock and Moriarty heard it too, and Moriarty had stopped wiping his fingers. Standing stiffly in the grass.

A huge wild wolf jumped down from the gentle slope, striding dangerously on two thick wolf legs, the light of flames burned in its pupils, and then, an unbelievable scene appeared, and the hillside gradually shrouded in a layer of The dense black shadows, looking around, a large number of werewolves came up from the back of the hillside, standing there condescendingly, their chests fluctuated, panting murderously, and their black and moist nostrils spewed fiery breath, The werewolf stood on the hillside and was gradually besieging them.

Count them casually, at least thirty or so, no, it is the number of a legion, fifty is not a problem, because they heard the screams of new additions still coming from behind this group of werewolves.

As soon as these werewolves saw their blood race, their emotions suddenly turned wildly, like flies seeing delicious carrion and preparing to attack aggressively.

John Watson stayed in Sherlock's arms, clenched his fists hard, and forced himself to calm down. He felt the grass under his feet tremble slightly. Something exploded in the forest. It sounded like an aftershock caused by a bomb. When it got bigger, the sky was suddenly a dark red, a desperate red.

The full moon submerged in the black and red clouds in an instant, and the werewolves screamed and rushed towards them fiercely. While advancing against the wind, they spewed out thick saliva, like giant hungry canines, sharp and sharp. His black hair fluttered up and down.

Sherlock saw that the situation was not good. There was a cliff behind him, and there were rocks and sea water under the cliff. He was ready to jump into the sea with John Watson in his arms. Werewolves had already occupied all directions. It seemed that the elders beside him were only like this. A way out.

Suddenly there were bursts of shotgun shots from behind the werewolf, boom boom boom, the violent gunshots echoed unstoppably.

When John Watson realized what had happened, he saw the pale vampire standing at the end of the lawn, as did Sherlock and the hideous elder.

That was William Holmes.

Sherlock was very surprised. His timid and low-key father dared to show himself openly in front of so many vicious werewolves, and he also carried a large-caliber shotgun that made an eye-catching noise. Dozens of scattered ammunition shot Bounced onto the grass on the back of the werewolf, the body of armor as hard as granite was unscathed. William regretted it after shooting. With a cold face, he shook his head and stepped back.

The reaction of the werewolf after being attacked was even more furious, and their attention was all shifted to the vampire holding the offensive weapon. The hot air from the nostrils became more intense, breathing white mist, and then the werewolf rushed towards him and go.

William shouted, "Now, Sherlock! Take John and go!"

Sherlock seems to have returned to the year when he was 8 years old. His father let him escape first in that cell. He thought that his father was not timid at all, or it should be said that he was forced to be strong. As a father, he had Responsible for protecting his blood descendants, Sherlockton felt that the image of his father had become full of brilliance, even greater than his master.

"Dad!" After many days, Sherlock finally called him so affectionately.

"Be obedient! Sherlock!" William stood on the spot. He looked a little flustered, his eyes showed a trace of fear, but he still stood there firmly, facing the attack of the werewolves. He didn't plan to wait until they got closer. Run away, otherwise the werewolf will find out where Sherlock and the others fled, and the distance between these two old enemy species is getting closer and closer.

Sherlock was extremely nervous. Next, he decided not to waste his father's painstaking efforts. Just like back then, his father held his weak shoulder blades and told him earnestly, to live, Sherlock, to live better than anyone else. long time.

Sherlock picked up John Watson and ran towards the pier quickly. John Watson yelled in his arms, "Damn it! What about William!"

Sherlock didn't speak, he was in a state of pain and couldn't speak a complete sentence.

Sherlock jumped off the pier and put John Watson into the cabin, Moriarty also jumped up shamelessly, he still pulled out a cold-blooded smile very elegantly, "I think we're on the way."

Sherlock was very serious, frowning, John Watson stood at the stern, watching the roaring sound on the shore, William's figure was buried among the terrifying wolves.

Suddenly, more than a dozen combat planes passed low overhead and dropped several bombs on the land of Shetland Island. The whole island was instantly filled with loud noises, and the waves suddenly intensified. It also shook violently.

Sherlock looked in his father's direction without saying a word, his strong fingers gripping the oars, turning the boat carefully so as not to capsize in the rough seas, keeping the boat away from land.

John Watson has been lying on the rear end of the boat, unable to look back from William's direction, but he can no longer see that figure, only the red light of artillery fire in front of his eyes, thunderous explosions in his ears, and wandering around the island. Howling, biting and killing the remaining living wolves, Shetland is like a chaotic and tyrannical hell at this moment.

"William..." John Watson could no longer find that figure, he murmured the name, still in a strong shock, he felt the hands holding the side of the boat trembling, the boat was on a rock Turning sideways to starboard, when they rounded the huge reef, Shetland became a tiny bloody red spot, full of death wailing.

The author has something to say:

There is indeed no case in this article, which means that the case may appear in the Fuhua next door

This article is mainly about vampires (and it is about to end, the chances of the case appearing are not high)

Thank you for encouraging the author to cheer up the children's shoes! (Sorry sorry for the late update today)