Lynn doesn't speak

After hanging up the communication, Lynn boarded the plane as quickly as possible.

mi6 doesn't have many hidden lines in the United States, but its efficiency is extremely high. As long as it gets out of Hydra's surveillance network, it can be completely hidden.What's more, he dismantled the tracking device installed in the communicator before running away from the apartment. No matter how powerful the Winter Soldier and Crossbones are, they will never be able to find him in North America.

So, unable to help it, Lynn gave the big one a flick before leaving.

If Bucky can catch him later, though, it might really be game over.

cough.

What to do with a little expectation.

Thinking of the rare excited tone of his ex-boyfriend before the end of the communication, Lin En coughed lightly, and couldn't hold back his expression of wanting to laugh.

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.

"I thought you were dead." After receiving the mobile phone from the agent, the voice of his own boss on the other end of the phone was sinister, successfully making his body stiff, and the corners of his eyes unconsciously twitched:

"I almost died, really. So can you tone down the regret?"

The chief of mi6 has always been the most worrying character in MI007.After all, he not only has to deal with the government's bunch of bureaucrats who are only slowing down, but also often cleans up the mess for this group of capable and tempered agents, especially the prodigal who can name all the villains. Annoyed to the middle-aged [-].Although Lynn is still far from that kind of anger, but to some extent, he is a more troublesome existence for his immediate boss.

For example, the Mediterranean three-piece suit who calls his office ten times a week.

"Go back and remember to tell Mycroft that I don't want to hear his voice again for two weeks...no, two months."

Mentioning this name made my teeth ache, the boss finally put down this sentence, and didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he hung up the phone very decisively.Leaving Lynn holding up his cell phone in a daze, his strength was ignorant.

Mycroft Holmes.

That big devil.

Is it too late for him to fly back to confess his mistake to his ex-boyfriend and continue to fight qwq?

Apparently he also heard their conversation, and the logistics agent flying the plane at the front looked back at him with sympathy.Leaving the corners of his mouth bitterly, Lynn sat slumped on the seat, staring at the cabin roof for a while, then suddenly remembered something, jumped up, and frantically pressed on the phone.

He had to find a place to escape.

at the same time.

With his eyes fixed on the screen, he typed on the blog cracklingly.John Watson was interrupted by the ringing of the bell one after another, so he looked up from his notebook and looked at his roommate on the sofa who closed his eyes and meditated.

"Sherlock? Are you not answering the phone?"

"My phone is in the kitchen."

Putting his palms together to his lips, the black-haired detective lost his mind and didn't know where to go, and it took a long time before he answered.

"Then you can go to the kitchen and bring it over."

Seeing the screen of the mobile phone dim for a moment, it rang again persistently, as if it would never stop until the owner connected.John shrugged, guessing that the caller might have something very urgent, and he would like to remind his roommate a few more times.

However, Sherlock obviously didn't appreciate it: "My leg says it doesn't want to move, and I'm waiting for someone to do it for me."

Well, just lazy.

She silently rolled her eyes towards the ceiling, but she was also used to not arguing with him about these things.The military doctor stood up, picked up his phone from the long kitchen table, and took a picture of his roommate.

Sherlock's cell phone never had a name on it, and his brain, which was comparable to a computer processor, was enough for him to remember all the numbers.Therefore, many times, John has to guess who is on the other end of the phone from every trace of the detective's reaction-of course, he has not guessed correctly so far except for the British government gentleman.

But this time, the military doctor suddenly discovered that Sherlock's expression when he answered the phone seemed to be different from what he usually had.

"Sherlock Holmes."

Even the same introductory remarks seem different because of the changing tone of the roommate.John lowered his head, pretending to be wrestling with the blogger, while he sneaked a glance over the computer to the sofa from the corner of his eye.

"..."

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, but the detective's expression was clearly changing.The military doctor could see clearly that maybe Sherlock was indeed trying to control it, but the effect was obviously not ideal.

"Where are you?"

"..."

After listening for a while, Sherlock paused and raised his eyebrows slightly. : "Mycroft will kill you, trust me."

His hands trembled, and he mistyped a word because he heard a familiar name.John coughed lightly, quickly pressed the delete key, and picked up the coffee cup next to him to cover up.

On the other end, Sherlock's call seems to have come to an end:

"No, I already have a new roommate...yes... well, you're going to like him."

He hung up the phone calmly, as if nothing had happened, but the look in his suddenly refreshed eyes betrayed the fact that the big detective was gradually getting excited.It's like hearing the news that London's criminal class is alive again after a month of hibernation, or more figuratively, getting a difficult serial murder when they're bored enough to blow up their house... Anyway, To excite Sherlock Holmes, there must be no ordinary person on the other end of the phone.

John Watson thought silently.At this time, Sherlock had already pressed the phone, and while flipping through it, he said lazily: "Do you like what you see, doctor?"

"I like... wait, what are you talking about?" Being called out suddenly, John reflexively wanted to play dumb, but his roommate mercilessly poked at him.

"Oh come on, John, your eyes are like a scalpel, and you are about to dissect me."

Seemingly dissatisfied with his roommate's denial, Sherlock threw the phone away and sat up from the sofa: "You have stared at my face for 5 minutes since I called, during which time you misspelled five Words, three grammatical mistakes, but still continue to be distracted to evaluate the changes in my expression... So, let me ask you, do you like what you just saw?"

"...It's okay, it's rare that you seem to be calling a living person." Sherlock coughed every time he said a sentence, John looked away with guilt, and smiled awkwardly: "So, is there any good news? "

"Good news? A lot."

Standing up from the sofa, Sherlock avoided the newspapers thrown everywhere on the ground, and went upstairs in a flash: "The best news is that Lestrade sent me a text message, and there is a new case under the bridge... Come on, Doctor, Detective Holmes needs his blogger."

"Oh fine."

Close the computer, turn around and go to the sofa to put on his coat.When John packed up and went out, his swift roommate was standing by the door with a scarf tied around his neck.

"If we're quick enough, we can have an early dinner in about two hours—" Looking at his watch, Sherlock opened the door and ran down the stairs first: "Then we can go back to Baker Street and wait for him to come."

"Who are you waiting for?"

John was puzzled.And the detective who had already run to the gate turned back, pressed the handrail, and looked towards the second floor.

"A little devil."

The corner of his mouth moved, and he spoke like this.

# # #

Lestrade's cases for Sherlock had always been difficult, of course, by Scotland Yard average.Although he would be mercilessly ridiculed by the big detective every time, for the sake of the case, the detective usually has the utmost patience for this.

And this time is no exception.

Take the two of them around the scene of the crime.Sure enough, Sherlock quickly discovered some clues, and followed the clues to figure out the identity of the murderer bit by bit.

It should have been a happy ending when things came to this.Sherlock solved the case, Scotland Yard caught the murderer, and John recorded all this truthfully in his blog.However, when the big detective led the detective to encircle the murderer's residence, there was a little accident—because he was not familiar with the terrain and the murderer was difficult to deal with, Scotland Yard actually let people escape from the encirclement.

"Are all your people stupid? Or are you pretending to be full of weeds?!"

Probably because John was almost injured by the murderer, Sherlock seldom became furious, stood beside Lestrade, and mercilessly mocked all the police officers including him: "Surrounded! You don't understand What is siege?! You can’t even see the obvious door behind the house, are you all blind?!!”

"Okay, Sherlock." Wearing a blanket, watching Lestrade rarely let the detective talk without saying a word, the good man John Watson stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder in an attempt to reassure him: "It's not all. Blame them, none of us thought the murderer would be so flexible."

That's actually a fair assessment, John thought.In fact, if he really wanted to tell him, the murderer was really too powerful, just like the killer in the movie, he played every shot without missing a beat, and he was also extremely calm.In the situation just now, I am afraid that mi6 will have to send someone to stop it.

"But that's not the reason why they just watched the murderer escape...!"

Probably because he fell short at the last moment, which really made the big detective very angry.Sherlock was still babbling as the two walked home from Scotland Yard.

Shrugged, but didn't stop him.Listening to his roommate's complaints, John turned around the corner, suddenly missing the warm living room on Baker Street.

And the gate of 221b seems to be just around the corner.

The military doctor couldn't help quickening his pace.But suddenly, the sixth sense honed on the battlefield issued a sharp alarm, which made him stop in place.At the same time, Sherlock also saw the man standing beside Baker Street, holding a gun with murderous intent on his face. It was the murderer who escaped from the siege of Scotland Yard just now!

"boom--!!"

"Sherlock!!!"

Probably out of hatred for the detective who exposed him, the man directly pulled the trigger regardless of the pedestrians passing by.The bullet flew straight to Sherlock's heart, but missed.Relying on the reflexes honed on the battlefield, John threw him down violently. Although he escaped the fatal blow, he also lost the best time to escape.

And the murderer is close at hand.

The muzzle of the swarthy gun was aimed directly at the detective on the ground, and the man's eyes showed desperate ferocity, and he was about to shoot the bullet before John could react again.

however--

The gun in his hand suddenly opened the safety and locked the trigger.At the same time, accompanied by a whistling wind, he only felt a pain in his right arm and the back of his neck, and the darkness spread up, and he completely lost consciousness.

"Yo, sherl, why are you in such a mess?"

He broke the murderer's arm in an instant, and knocked him out by the way.Standing at the door of 221b, Lynn looked at Sherlock who was sitting on the ground, and then at the bewildered military doctor next to him, pouted:

"Don't tell me it's because of kidney deficiency."

Watson, who continued to be confused: ...Huh?

Sherlock who understood in seconds: ... Get out.