[Comprehensive] I am broadcasting live in poisonous

But in terms of biological age, Curly Detective is definitely a fully functional man.

Mrs. Hudson has many dreams, including getting her husband back to London without a hitch, and finding a sympathetic soul mate for her eccentric lodger, ideally sexually. Like a duck to water.

In case this curly hair is always idle destroying the refrigerator and walls of her house.

Lestrade stayed with Mrs. Hudson at 221B Baker Street for a whole morning. He didn't leave until he confirmed that the old lady was really not hit by such an accident, but was strong and calm because of all the difficulties in life. .

After he left, Mrs. Hudson went upstairs with a basket of handmade biscuits, and sat on the sofa next to Jian Yue who was reading the news webpage on the computer. She was indeed a little lady with great life wisdom, smart and understanding help.

She asked in a low voice, "Is he really in trouble?"

All the news headlines on the website were about last night's terrorist incident, and the upside-down close-up of Sherlock was enlarged and inserted into the text. Many headlines clearly pointed out that he was the bomber of this terrorist attack.

I am afraid that these morning newspapers have entered the field of vision of every household in the UK.

Mrs. Hudson, who had just acted tough in front of Lestrade, felt a little uneasy.

"The public cannot know the truth about what happened last night, but those who should know know what the truth is." Jian Yue, who was leaning on the sofa, quickly chose to comfort the lady first, "It will be fine, trust Xia Locke."

Jian Yue's determination reassured Mrs. Hudson a little, but out of concern for Sherlock, she still couldn't help asking, "But the media is so rampant, and the government's gangsters won't use him as a model." , as a scapegoat."

Despite Wan Fu's accusations, the people around Detective Curly still trust him.

Jian Yue picked up the hot coffee on the coffee table, and he heard the subtext of Mrs. Hudson, but the actual operation of this matter was not so simple. bigger.

The worst possible outcome is being locked up...but of course, there is another option.

In addition to the unexpected situation of the curly-haired detective, Leon was also very nervous. He was caught by Lestrade in a conscious state in the parking lot. He had obviously recorded his real appearance data. If he cooperated with the camera to capture him, I'm afraid It's hard to escape.

After learning about the media public's awareness of last night's incident, Jian Yue didn't waste any time. She sent Leon a date text message and immediately went out. It was in a dilapidated love hotel on the corner of a block outside Baker Street.

This kind of hotel has always not required identity documents, so Lyon hid here immediately after the accident.

The yellowed wooden floor, the gray walls, and the flickering lights at the corners, Jian Yue walked in here, couldn't help frowning frequently, until he found the room number where Leon was temporarily staying, and knocked on the door.

Seeing him through the cat's eyes, Leon quickly opened the door, looked around, and whispered, "Come in."

Jian Yue glanced at him, didn't say a word, walked past him, ignored the peach-colored sheets and oddly shaped chairs, sat down on the window sill, drew half of the curtains, and said bluntly: "You can't go back to New York .”

When Leon turned around, his body tensed, and he quickly relaxed, "I know you are worried that I will be caught at the airport, but I am willing to take the risk."

It was not the first time he had taken risks for Matilda.

The idea of ​​protection is habit-forming and addictive.

Thinking like this, Jian Yue turned his head to deliberately let the warm sunlight shine on his face through the window. At the same time, he unhurriedly took out his mobile phone, edited a text message, and sent it to Leon in front of him, "There are already There are a lot of plainclothes agents lurking, and they will catch you as soon as you go out."

The text message arrived quickly, and Leon held the phone with a stern expression.

Jian Yue continued to send text messages, persuading him, "I will go to New York in three days at the latest, and leave Matilda's matter to me."

Leon lowered his head, his figure crouched in the dim, clichéd and ambiguous room, it was dark and deep, then he closed his eyes, his face was pale, his outline was stiff, it was still the shell of the killer, but his lines changed, "Okay, please .”

That day was obviously far from over. Before 1:50, Jian Yue left the love hotel with a bottle of low-quality red wine. He was wrapped in a coat in a hurry when he went out. Concerned, he led the group of people around the mall, and Leon was enough to leave the love hotel and return to his rented apartment.

It was time to leave London. In the evening, Mr. Inspector sent the preliminary investigation results of Sherlock's case, but the final result was obviously not issued yet. I only heard the news that Sherlock was undergoing strict isolation and torture.

All the evidence is against Sherlock. In the original book, the difficult situation he was going to face because of Mo Niang seemed to be ahead of schedule. For his dear brother, Mycroft obviously did his best. Within the scope of his power, he worked tirelessly Looking for a way out for Sherlock.

But the distress is that even though many people in the British government know the truth behind this incident, no one is willing to stand up and announce it to the public, including himself.

A brand new mutant race that is better than humans.

In the end, even Mycroft began to worry about whether his anti-social younger brother would take revenge on the society after learning about this incident, and pursue the splendid end of the world. It seems hard to say.

"I agree to send Sherlock Holmes abroad. As for the specific country, it is yet to be discussed." When the overall situation could not be saved, Mr. British Government chose to kill relatives righteously, but he also fought for the last right of Mr. Detective.

After he spent more than eight hours "soft grinding and hard foaming", Mr. Prime Minister finally gave the final instruction to deport Sherlock Holmes from the country, but secretly gave him another secret mission-to investigate the mutants or superheroes in New York data message for .

The result was made public in the open court, and many people came to watch. One of the brown-haired boys who had been sitting quietly listening to them suddenly covered his face and breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly, the boy raised his head. She was at a loss, and didn't even know why he chose to walk in inexplicably when he was passing by.

After the judge knocked down the hammer, the boy quickly stood up and left with a distressed expression, and even accidentally bumped into Jian Yue who was standing under the steps of the door.

Jian Yue glanced at him if he felt something.

Jian Yue Hei also let out a light sigh, this little boy's brain has obviously been violated by someone, hey, the laws in this place are blank, it's a pity...

He is also bound by his own kingdom.

Jian Yue Bai had an indifferent face.

A group of people in the court were busy for a long time, and then Mycroft and the Secretary-General of the Prime Minister personally sent Sherlock to the plane. They went out through the front door, got into the car, and walked away under the focused cameras of the media and the public.

Mycroft: A school of goldfish.

But actually--

The car borrowed from Mycroft was parked at the door on the other side. On the back seat, the surrounding curtains were pulled down, and the closed space really seemed so mysterious. Sherlock had many enemies. Suddenly, He couldn't just sit still, so he slammed the handcuffs on his hands.

He held his breath and worked hard for a long time, his cheeks were slightly pink, and his hands were full of red marks. Finally, he finally opened his mouth wide, breathed out, and fell down on the back seat as if giving up.

At this moment, Jian Yue came to the car with breakfast, sat in the driver's seat, raised his eyebrows, looked at Sherlock who was slightly stunned in the mirror, and said with a smile: "I saw you shaking this car from afar." Shake it, sure enough." He handed over the breakfast bag, "Too anxious, Mr. Detective, you should be more proficient in dealing with such emergencies."

"Oh?" Sherlock's mouth was still sharp, "You mean I should at least learn how to pick a lock, if you don't have a bulletproof car that looks like an important organ, I will definitely pick it faster than you think .”

While looking for a place, the curly-haired detective nimbly grabbed the key in the breakfast bag, turned backwards, and opened the handcuffs.

Seeing that he had finished packing, Jian Yue twisted the key and prepared to go to the airport, "I've already bought a ticket, and I happen to be going to New York to visit a friend's family, so I can accompany you."

Sherlock was not surprised, "Ha, this kind of privilege... you are also in the encrypted file."

Jian Yue narrowed his eyes, "Is there such a file in London? Have you read it?"

"No." Sherlock said with a blank expression, "It's obviously in the hands of a difficult person, and the procedures for opening it are complicated. I heard from Mycroft that it has been around for decades. It's just an encrypted file, and no one has really recognized it." Read it."

How could this Mr. Detective answer anything he asked?

Jian Yue became conscious of his own special situation, so he kept his mouth shut. After all, this word that has been used in recent decades does not sound very good to him.

Biting Chinese-style fritters and drinking Western-style milk, Mr. Detective finally had the consciousness of being deported by the dispatch. After seeing the signboard at the airport, he said with a more sleepy expression: "Although the process is interesting, the result is obviously not good. How beautiful, I know too much, and they caught me and used it as a tool."

Jian Yue also suddenly remembered something, handed the mobile phone in his pocket back to Sherlock, and whispered: "You may be exiled for a while, you should call Mrs. Hudson to report that you are safe."

Sherlock took the phone, thought for a while, and only edited a text message, "I don't want to talk to her at the airport with tears in my eyes and a lot of unnutritive words, let's time it until we have arrived in New York, Madam, After getting off the plane, she will definitely make a series of fatal calls to me... Ah, she must be my enemy."