[Shen Xia Fuhua] It's dawn

Chapter 9, EVE 5

Oulos smiled coldly and stopped talking, and did not step forward, but stood quietly at the end of the path, looking into the distance.The sun finally sank completely into the sea, night fell quietly, and the full moon had risen in the sky.This night, the night sky was full of stars, and the orange-red moon was big and round, shining on the sparkling sea, the sea wind and waves seemed to have softened a lot, as if this was a sweet night.

"Troublesome guy." Mycroft sighed, and suddenly frowned.coming.This was the second night that he was bitten by the little thrush.He felt that his body was *torn* apart again, his muscles were being stretched, his bones were being unscrewed abruptly, and the palm of his hand seemed to be exploding with sharp *claws, and his heart was beating* Accelerating crazily, his eyes were blood red, but everything in the dark night became clearly identifiable.It was an unspeakable pain!He could only clench his teeth, but the *shudder*shaking* of his body revealed a little bit of his pain.

"Quick, take out those glasses from my arms, I've fixed them and sent a signal." He said with all his strength to Greg who was hugging him tightly.

Greg still held him tightly with one hand, and with the other he took out the pair of glasses that Sherlock had snatched from his jacket pocket.An orange-red "SOS" is jumping on one lens of the glasses.When he *trembled* slightly and held the glasses in his hands, the orange-red "SOS" was projected into the air, turning into a huge and bright *distress* signal.At this moment, a huge silver wolf slowly stood up from his arms.He raised his head, glanced at John who stood behind *couldn't* hold back *tight* tense* jaw, and Sherlock who was staring at his research with great interest, and finally walked slowly to Greg In front of him, he quietly looked at Oulos, looking ready to go.

At this moment, the roar of propellers was faintly heard in the distance, piercing the silent night sky.The sea tore away its sweet mask in an instant, and the strong wind whipped up huge waves, rushing straight to the cliff where they were standing, as if they would swallow them up in the next moment.The vast water mist instantly enveloped the sky and the earth. At first, Sherlock could vaguely see the orange-red full moon and the orange-red "SOS" signal flashing in the gray chaos. Among them, the last and only bright*bright*red color was completely melted by the moist*salty*steamy water vapor brought by the roaring waves.

"Come back! The game isn't over yet!" Olos ran a few steps towards them and shouted loudly, as if turning back into that wayward half-grown girl again.

"Mycroft." Greg knelt down halfway, embraced *the silver giant wolf, gently rubbed *rubbed* his *hard *hard* hair, and leaned against him tightly.

John looked at Sherlock, who smiled at him like a gentle spring breeze in the stormy night before.

Until, gradually, the faces of Olos who was running, Mycroft and Greg who were leaning against each other, and John beside them all melted into the overwhelming, dark*humid* chaos.

. . .

"what--"

Sherlock yelled, and suddenly *sat* up from *bed*, he stared blankly at a stained*stained*stained* glass window, the sky was faintly bright, he found himself *lying* in a room* In a *dirty* little hotel.He suddenly felt that *undercover* was not important anymore, and he just wanted to get back to John Watson quickly - even though he might have to bear the anger he couldn't imagine.

THE END

The author has something to say: The characters may have OOC consumption, so be careful