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Du Ruoying felt that her mobile phone was abnormal today.

The whole morning, the back of the phone has been hot and the power consumption is astonishing. When she checked the programs running in the background, she found that WeChat was uncharacteristically consuming a lot of data.

Is it a virus?

After lunch, she decided to go out to see Bai Qirun.

"Are you going to go out and ask classmate Bai Qirun to check your phone?" On the sofa, William was not reading a book, but operating his phone.

"Well, yes." She answered while putting on her shoes.

She is no stranger to his reasoning ability, which is almost mind-reading.

"My mobile phone has the same problem as yours," William looked up, "I'm afraid it's because of the system—"

At the same time, the clock on the wall turned to twelve o'clock.

As if to confirm his guess, several new messages popped up on their phones at the same time.

[System Message]: Sir Conan Doyle's birthday wish was detected - "I hope to see them all come back safe and sound", and began to load the time-space transmission.

【系统消息】：时空传送功能加载完毕，传送人数两人，传送起点2022年5月22日12:00北聿市，传送终点1891年5月22日20:00伦敦市。开始传送。

[System Message]: This teleportation function will last for four hours, I wish you a pleasant journey~

Du Ruoying noticed that William's mobile phone screen suddenly burst into dazzling white light, and she had a premonition in her heart. She instinctively stretched out her hand to hold him, but she was sucked into the phone by the light together with him.

In the empty living room, the mobile phone that lost its support suddenly fell to the ground, making two soft clicks.

"Shar... Locke!"

Du Ruoying slowly opened her eyes, and heard a young and strange male voice, "Am I... dreaming?"

She looked around and found William and Sherlock standing beside her, with a hint of confusion on their faces.

The person who spoke earlier was sitting in front of her just a table away.The man looked to be in his 20s, with a military look, his whole body was wheat yellow, but there was a circle of white marks on his wrist. The position of his left arm was somewhat unnatural. The knife embedded in the cake stopped rigidly halfway.The cake was plain in style, but Du Ruoying could tell that it was a real birthday cake.

Obviously, when the cake was cut in half, the birthday star's attention was taken away by three people who suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Doctor Watson?" Du Ruoying finally came to her senses.

All the other people present were also looking at her side, all of them looked like they had seen a ghost.

"Oh, John, happy birthday." Sherlock quickly understood the situation in front of him, and greeted the people in front of him one by one, "Mary, life after marriage has made you haggard a lot; and Hudson Ma'am, I haven't seen you for a few days, and I've gained four catties again; ah, and the Lestrade Police Department, is it really okay to drop the case and come here to drink..."

"Sherlock!" The woman called Mrs. Hudson walked in front of him tremblingly. Compared with his poisonous tongue, she seemed to be more concerned about another issue, which was his existence itself.She held his face carefully, then squeezed it hard, "Are you... a human or a ghost?"

"Hey, it hurts, it hurts," Sherlock quickly snapped off her fingers, "Of course it's a human, how can there be ghosts in this world?"

"Since it's a human being..." Mrs. Hudson sniffed tearfully, "Then pay me the rent you owe, bastard!" After saying that, she chased Sherlock and ran all over the room .

"Mr. Watson, I wish you a happy birthday." William smiled as he handed over an exquisite gift the size of a palm.

Du Ruoying's pupils trembled: This guy actually prepared a gift in advance, the real magician William James Moriarty? !

However, if you look closely, you can still find something strange - it is not a carefully prepared gift in advance, it is his personal belongings, a wallet.It's just that he just bought the wallet not long ago, and he is a person who cherishes things, so it's no problem to give it away as a temporary gift.

"No, no, how can I accept it. It's the best gift for you to come, really." Watson said incoherently, "Sit down first, and I'll get three sets of tableware and wine glasses."

Although Watson and Mary did not dare to accept it, Du Ruoying could tell that Mary was very curious about the 21st century craftsmanship of this wallet and was very interested.She restrained herself from looking away from her wallet, grabbed Du Ruoying's hand and asked William, "Who is this lady?"

"Her name is Du Ruoying. After Sherlock and I fell into the water, it was thanks to her to take care of us that we were able to recover." William rubbed Du Ruoying's little head lovingly, "She is now my fiancee."

"Eh?!" Everyone, including Du Ruoying, dropped their jaws in shock.

Although, it seems that I can only answer this way - I can't just say that she is the game player who helped him resurrect...

Du Ruoying laughed dryly twice to show her cooperation.

"So when will you have your wedding?" Mary asked.

"I haven't thought about it yet." Du Ruoying said hurriedly.

"Why don't you find one for Sherlock?" Mrs. Hudson yelled, "At least let this guy know what a 'family duty' is!"

"Ah, tonight is really lively." Facing Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson's messy wooden chair, Watson smiled helplessly and sighed.

"Mrs. Hudson is so strong, she can fight Sherlock on par." Du Ruoying was suddenly hit by a strange point, "And she is so young and beautiful..."

"Ah," Mrs. Hudson put down the wooden chair in her hand, and held Du Ruoying's hands happily, "Miss Du Ruoying is really likable. It's not like someone who complains about a lady's weight when they meet!"

"Huh? Are you a lady?" Sherlock frowned in disgust, "In our country, a creature that can smash so many chairs with bare hands is not called a lady!"

"Xia...Loke!!!!"

Then, another terrible chair-smashing battle broke out...

"Miss Ruoying, please have a cake." Watson gently handed her a small piece of birthday cake, "It's like my own home here, you're welcome."

"Thank you." Du Ruoying took the cake.

555 Watson is indeed an angel!She cried out desperately in her heart.

"Where were you recuperating before? It's incredible that the government tried to search for you but couldn't find anything," the police department asked.

"In her country," said William.

"Eh?! Can it drift so far?" The police department was shocked.

"Yes." William nodded calmly, lying without blushing.

Hey wait, it doesn't seem like a lie...

Well, I'm really convinced of this dead golden retriever. The oath of "If you lie, you will be struck by lightning" is definitely not suitable for him.

"By the way, the news that you are safe and sound, Mr. Albert... and Mr. Mycroft already know?" The Lestrade Police Department continued to ask.

"I probably don't know yet." William replied politely, "Brother—how is he doing now?"

Obviously, William has already smelled something from Lestrade's words.

"He is now imprisoned and his title has been stripped."

"Is that so..." William lowered his eyes.

Sherlock sideways dodged a chair shell, then quickly looked up at the clock on the wall: "We have three hours left, if you want to see him, there is still time."

"Let's wait a little longer," William clenched his fists secretly, "now is not the time."

"Huh? When do you want to wait? After this village, there will be no such shop." Sherlock asked.

wait until--

When you can completely get rid of the control of this system, or even conversely, when you can completely control this system.

William thought so, but never said it.

"What about you, Sherlock, are you going to visit your brother later?" Watson asked, "I heard that he has been working a lot of overtime recently, and almost all of them live in government departments. It should be easy for you to find him when you go in." .”

"Don't be stupid, who wants to visit that arrogant guy?" Sherlock said disdainfully, "Didn't he boast that his reasoning ability is very strong, so let him reason and see if I am dead or not?" It's alive, where is it hiding?"

"Sherlock," Watson sighed helplessly, his voice sounded distressed and unbearable, "even a reasoning genius, it is difficult to think calmly in front of such things as usual. Your brother must be Very uncomfortable, I think you should go and see him."

"Even so," Sherlock suddenly walked in front of Lestrade, "Compared to that bastard brother, there is a place waiting for me that needs me more right now, am I right, the police department?"

There was a little struggle in Lestrade's eyes.

"There will be new victims tonight in the clueless premonitory serial homicide," Sherlock said, "You are here not only to celebrate Watson's birthday, but also to hope that he can go to the scene to help. But you She is also thin-skinned and can't speak out, so she has been dragging her mother-in-law until now."

"Is that so?" Watson asked in surprise.

Lestrade nodded weakly: "I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about." Sherlock picked up a plate of cake on the table, "Okay, let's eat the cake quickly, and we should leave after eating."