Watson muttered something under his breath. Sherlock didn't bother to decode it, knowing it was most likely another witty 评论 of their situation.

"Oh Watson, dearest Watson I wish 你 would cheer up"

his cold flatmate and colluege sat curled up in a sort of upright fetal potition. A blanket that had small holes chewed through it drapped over his shoulders
still moist from the storm his clothes too wet to wear without catching hypothermia.

"at least we caught the man"

"wrong Holmes,"

he hissed from the beat up bed

"we didn't catch him, we drove him to a trap five miles from here and now were stuck"...

“Stein, stop! Get off!” Spirit pushed at his chest. Stein pressed down on him and kept 接吻 him. His hands slid down Spirit’s body and tugged at his underwear, wanting him completely bare. “Ah! No!”
Stein put one hand over Spirit’s mouth. “What did I tell you? Our neighbors will hear 你 if 你 don’t keep your voice down.” He removed his hand and moved back down Spirit’s body. Stein relieved his lover of his undergarments and his tongue slid over the newly bare skin.
Spirit gasped softly as he felt Stein’s warm tongue on his cold skin. Pleasured moans escaped his lips...

"Lason..." Riki spat from his torn lips. choking on his blood he stood up, though Riki knew that it was a pointless effort and he had lost. "I'll protect Akihiko to the end.." his voice was fading into a whimper. "I don't want Akihiko" Lason still stood dominately above Riki "don't be foolish..." Lason continued and riki felt his body go limp. His head was throbbing and his eyelids slowly gave in "f-fuck you..." Lason whipped out a gun, 'BANG' a stream of blood ran so perfectly down the torn face. Riki now lay still, his struggle was over. "What a pity" Lason 说 still towering over the motionless...