"Sherlock." Jasmine's lips opened and closed and kept touching Sherlock's warm palm, but she didn't expect that Sherlock's hand would cover it even tighter. His eyes were fixed on the corridor outside, and his mind was not given to Jasmine at all.
Jasmine's eyes widened in horror and she quickly squeezed the back of Sherlock's hand. However, Sherlock, who was concentrating on it, ignored Jasmine and carefully observed the movement on both sides. Only after feeling reassured did he notice the pain in his hand. Sherlock let go of his hand and walked out.
In the corner, he rubbed the back of his red hand and looked at Jasmine expressionlessly.
"I...cough..." Jasmine clutched her chest and kept coughing, her face turned red from holding it in, her feet were so weak that she could only lean against the wall. After Jasmine recovered a little, she could only look at Sherlock with tears in her eyes.
Asking: "Where are we?"
"Follow." Sherlock put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker and nodded to Jasmine, "We are underground in a southern town in New York, in an abandoned base of Hydra. You still have the last contact with Stark.
device?"
"Of course." Jasmine wiped away the physiological tears from the corners of her eyes. After hearing Sherlock's words, she subconsciously touched the earrings.
"Don't use it." Sherlock led Jasmine familiarly through the forks in the road, and finally walked into a messy and narrow cave. Sherlock took two steps quickly, lay down on the stone bed, closed his eyes and stopped talking.
Jasmine stood at the entrance of the cave, watching Sherlock's movements in one go, not daring to disturb him, and sat silently in the corner in a daze. Jasmine, who had been drugged and slept all the way, was unusually awake at this time. She didn't know the time now, and she didn't know what was going on.
Riati's purpose in sending herself to the base.
I don't know how long it took, but Sherlock suddenly said: "Being with Tony Stark will be very dangerous. You know that you will face many, many things in the future."
"I know." Jasmine pursed her lips. When she was with Sherlock, she had to live in fear every day.
"What can you see?" Sherlock still closed his eyes and showed no intention of getting up.
Jasmine was confused for a moment, then subconsciously said: "What?"
"Think seriously, Jasmine." Sherlock put his arm behind his head to cushion it and took a deep breath.
"I saw two men fighting, and one man died. This should be the rule of the fighting arena." Jasmine tried hard to recall the scene she saw after waking up, and then thought of the conversation she heard, "Every day here
The managers will select two people to enter the fighting arena. If, as you said, this base is built under a small town in New York, then the people imprisoned here are not members of Hydra and should be death row prisoners.
Otherwise, someone missing for no apparent reason will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble."
Sherlock opened his eyes and looked at the dark cement. There was no emotion in his words: "Why don't you tell me the purpose of building this base?"
Jasmine trembled her lips and spoke with difficulty: "I saw the camera, which means someone is recording, maybe because someone wants to buy and sell these video tapes."
"Selling to whom?" Sherlock couldn't see Jasmine's evasive attitude, and continued to ask after her words.
"Sold to..." Jasmine's mind was racing, her thoughts were exploding, and she guessed based on intuition without thinking, "A New York executive, a member of a certain club, or a member of Hydra."
Sherlock sighed and sat up: "Jasmine, you have to observe and not act based on guesswork."
Jasmine hugged her legs and buried her face in her knees. Her whole body was shaking unconsciously. It was only now that she faced Sherlock's teachings that Jasmine felt the fear of facing Moriarty for the first time. The cold wall she leaned against was so cold.
It gave her a great sense of security.
"You were right before, the fighting process will be recorded, come and see..." Sherlock suddenly stood up, staggered, and fell back to the stone bed.
Sherlock's eyes went dark and he couldn't see anything clearly. He could only sit on the bed numbly, motionless, waiting for these symptoms to pass. Jasmine was startled by Sherlock's reaction, and without fear, she hurriedly stepped forward, afraid
Touching Sherlock's wound, he could only stand beside the bed: "Did you participate in the fight? How do you feel now?"
Jasmine was a little relieved when she found no blood on the clothes. She glanced at Sherlock's protruding cheekbones and sunken eye sockets: "What have you been eating these days? Don't they provide food here?"
"Don't worry." Sherlock twitched his lips, "How many days did I disappear when you came?"
"A day and a half." Jasmine followed Sherlock's train of thought subconsciously, "What time is it now?"
"It's been four days since I've been here." Sherlock held his stomach, then let it go. He raised his hand to rub his temples, frowning, "Has Mycroft contacted the Avengers after arriving in New York?"
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"Yes, we originally planned to capture Moriarty this time, but we didn't expect that he would be able to mobilize Hydra's invisible spaceship." Jasmine smiled bitterly, "I didn't expect that he would bring me in instead."
"Stupid." Sherlock said these two words in a painful voice. His body shook involuntarily, "I didn't expect that my dear brother would make such a stupid mistake."
"Sherlock," Jasmine frowned and stared at Sherlock's every move, "What's wrong with you?"
Sherlock kept his mouth shut, closed his eyes to regain his energy, and used silence to avoid Jasmine's questions. Then Sherlock tried to stand up with strength, but was unable to sit down. Jasmine quickly helped Sherlock with her eyes and hands, and let him sit down.
He rolled up his sleeves and planned to take off Sherlock's clothes: "Don't force me, Sherlock."
"Five days." Sherlock said quickly, half a beat too late before blocking Jasmine's hands.
Jasmine sneered: "Impossible, you can't be like this if you haven't eaten for five days. Sherlock, you know me, and I don't mind using violent methods to find out the reason."
Sherlock was silent for a moment, chuckled for some unknown reason, and slowly pulled up his sleeves, revealing the dense pinholes on his arms. When Jasmine saw these pinholes, her pupils shrank, and she just felt that the whole
Everyone is on the verge of explosion: "Who is it!"
Dust continued to fall from the top of the head, and some men stood at the door and looked in curiously. Sherlock glanced at him and said, "Get out!" The men shrank, spat on the ground, and left cursingly.
"Does Mycroft know? Have you had conflicts with these people since you came here?" Jasmine seemed to be in an extremely calm state again. She held Sherlock's arm and carefully observed the bruises on it.
, there were even unhealed wounds with blood clots. She pursed her lips, "No, that's not right."
Sherlock retracted his arm, not caring about the wounds on his body at all, and just slowly guided Jasmine: "What's wrong?"
"Damn it, Sherlock, why do you have to teach me deduction now! I have Tony's protection, and I can also protect myself!" Jasmine's anger that she had finally suppressed was easily stirred up by Sherlock, even though she knew that Sherlock was just
I want to take this opportunity to let her learn or understand a little bit of deduction, because Sherlock knows that whether she is with him or with Tony Stark, Jasmine will be forced to fall into a dangerous quagmire with them.
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The tacit understanding in the past made Jasmine understand Sherlock's hidden intentions, but Sherlock's attitude of not caring about his body at all was as unbearable to Jasmine as the Winter Soldier's attitude of not caring about his own life.
"I know my own body." Sherlock's eyes showed different colors under the dim light, which made Jasmine feel chilled. "Hydra and Moriarty are cooperating. If Moriarty's goal is me,
, the reason why you are not allowed to contact Tony Stark is because Hydra’s target is obviously the Avengers. If the Avengers come to rescue you, they will undoubtedly fall into Hydra’s trap.”
"I have never participated in a fight. Otherwise, if the video was circulated, Mycroft would have found me long ago." Sherlock didn't care about Jasmine's presence at all. He took out a needle from somewhere and there was a whole syringe of unknown liquid inside. "
Meals were delivered on time every day, but they were very small, and they had to fight to get enough. The two people who were going to fight the next day would be notified one day in advance, and it was said that the winner would be free."
Jasmine grabbed the needle and calmed down again: "What's in this?"
Sherlock started not to speak again. Jasmine sneered and dropped the liquid in the needle on her tongue. A feeling of dizziness continued as fireworks exploded in front of her eyes. At the same time, she felt like she had been thrown into a washing machine and she felt like she was spinning non-stop.
Her body was weak. Sherlock caught Jasmine's body in time and let her sit on the bed.
"Sherlock!" After Jasmine calmed down, she grabbed Sherlock's collar and called his name through gritted teeth, "It's you..."
"Hey, it's really unbelievable that he could fool around with a woman before he died." The man standing at the door whistled with obvious malice in his words.
Jasmine lowered her head and stood up, calmly took out her hand/gun and pointed it at the man standing at the door, speaking in a calm tone: "Get out."
"Tomorrow, I will go to the fighting arena." Sherlock was strong in his heart but also felt a little creepy at the moment. He hurriedly explained before Jasmine opened her mouth, quietly gaining sympathy, "But my current situation..."
Under Jasmine's tearful eyes, Sherlock couldn't go on. Jasmine put away the pistol and chuckled abnormally: "Sherlock Holmes, the Jasmine who used to see you like this would probably not be able to stop crying." But now.
Jasmine will no longer shed tears for you, but she still hopes that you can live well.
Sherlock looked deeply at Jasmine, and for the first time he understood the hidden meaning of her words. (83 Chinese .83.)