[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

Dr. John Watson had recently returned from a trip to Switzerland, and for known reasons he had been in poor spirits, and seemed to have grown somewhat forgetful.Mrs. Watson understands her husband, but she thinks it is impossible for him to be immersed in grief like this all the time.So one night, after dinner, she asked her husband to go for a walk with her.

Of course, Watson had no reason to refuse the invitation, so he tidied himself up and went out with his wife.Unfortunately, there are few places in London where people can take a poetic walk and chat. The roads are full of accumulated silt and horse manure that is about to turn into silt. The pungent smell and dirty road make people frown .

"Damn these horse dung," Watson could not help cursing, "London needs horses, but horses will destroy the city sooner or later—Mrs. Watson, perhaps you need to wait here, and I will call a carriage. "

He strode across the street silted up with horse manure in twos and threes, preparing to stop an oncoming carriage.But on the sidewalk, he accidentally bumped into a pedestrian.The man was dressed like a reporter, with a hat on, and a shorthand notebook in his hand.Being hit by him like this, the opponent staggered, and the hat fell off his head.Watson caught it quickly with his eyes and hands, and was about to raise his head to say sorry, but suddenly froze.

A familiar face swirled in front of his eyes, and Dr. John Watson stared blankly for two seconds before passing out.

When he woke up again, it seemed that time had not passed. Mrs. Watson was standing beside her with a worried face, and another person was supporting him with one hand and patted his cheek hard with the other—the force was almost like a slap in the face. .Watson staggered and pushed him away. As soon as his eyes focused, he almost fainted again.

"Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes!" Watson was almost out of breath, and glared angrily at the person in front of him: "Are you still alive? You didn't fall into the cliff? I thought you were dead !!"

"This beard really doesn't suit you, John, I didn't recognize you at all." Sherlock shrugged and put on his hat again, "Sorry, if I knew you lived here...you know Sarah Kang Is Stans your neighbor?"

"What?" Watson didn't recover at all.

"Sarah Constance, I thought you would pay attention," Sherlock said, "The case that just happened in the suburbs a few days ago, she is one of the suspects locked by the police, and I can't tell you yet I'm sure I'll convict someone, but I know you're interested in it. If you're going to put it in your blog...column? I suggest you call it The Case of the Red-haired Skull..."

"I can't believe it, thank God, you're still alive!" Watson grabbed Sherlock's arm, "Oh my god, my dear friend, I can't find an adjective to express how I feel right now..."

"... Oh, great, that's exactly the reaction I wanted to see, I'm so glad you didn't beat me up, even though you've already done it in the real world." Sherlock muttered in surprise, Immediately, he raised his voice and tapped his notebook, "Then let's find a place to talk about the case now?"

Mrs. Watson immediately said: "There are some newly made gingerbread at home, I think I can make you two cups of black tea."

Sherlock smiled brightly at her. "Thanks. Have you read the paper lately, John?"

They crossed the road and rejoined the doctor's house.Until sitting in the clean and tidy living room, Watson still felt like he was dreaming.

"...you disappeared on the cliff, we checked there, and thought you fell down with Moriarty." Watson murmured, "God, how did you come back from that abyss alive? "

"Not only me, but Moriarty is still alive. Didn't I leave you a letter? Didn't Moriarty look for you?" Sherlock asked while lighting his pipe.

"A letter? What letter?" Watson was puzzled, "I haven't received any letter!"

"...What about the cigarette case?"

"No. Did you remember something wrong?"

Sherlock sighed silently: "It's nothing. By the way, can you let me stay at your house for a few days? I originally stayed at Lestrade's house, but I got into some trouble, and now I and Lestrade can't even go back there."

"...Lestrade also participated?" Watson took a breath and said weakly, "You can stay as long as you want. For Moriarty."

"Thank you, John!" Sherlock's voice suddenly became high-pitched, "But I still want to ask you for help..."

"When did you start calling me John?" Watson looked at him suspiciously. "Okay, is this time tracking down the murderer or breaking into the house?"

"Actually, um, I want to borrow Mary's help." Sherlock smiled brightly. "Do you think your wife can develop her detective skills?"

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Moran didn't actually think the idea was very good.Like most people in the world, he harbored a prejudice against women, and because of his own machismo, this prejudice was a little deeper.Although Mrs. Kindy had looked after him for almost 30 years, he didn't think his housekeeper had any special talents outside of housekeeping.However, since this was Moriarty's order, he had little room to comment.He found Mrs. Kindy and briefly explained the mission requirements to her.

Mrs. Jindy's reaction was very stunned: "...Me? Master? You mean me? No, I'm afraid I can't do such a thing..."

Moriarty's gaze made Moran feel like a thorn in his back, and he had to rack his brains to find a way to persuade Mrs. Kindy: "What's wrong? You went to school, received formal education, and you can use a gun. How dare you?" You are also great...you are not afraid of blood, and you are very careful. I remember you can always see the difference between the arrangement of vases in the living room and the day before, and you can always find a small stain in the seam of a wooden board that the maid was lazy and forgot to wipe …you are very observant and have a great memory, I know you got into an argument with the cook the other day, pointing out that she was reprimanded by my father 30 years ago for putting too much salt in her dishes… remember? When you were young, you also tutored my literature homework, you have a strong logical mind...careful, bold, good memory and intelligent reason, who better qualified for this role than you?"

As Moran spoke, even he was a little shocked.It seemed that he had never realized that his housekeeper had so many advantages. On the whole, in terms of detectives, Mrs. Jindy seemed to be much more talented than him.

Mrs. Kindy blushed with excitement: "But for 30 years, I have never left this post...well," she suddenly lifted her skirt and took a revolver from her petticoat, "Do you think this kind of Is the equipment suitable?"

Moran: "..."

Moriarty laughed and clapped.

The maid knocked on the door, announcing Mr. Tobias Grayson's visit.A few minutes later, Grayson appeared in the living room.

A person was arrested overnight, and he also made a speech in the newspaper. Grayson looked in good spirits, and bowed to Moriarty with a red face: "Good morning, gentlemen, I am here to report the progress of the case. .Do you know that the murderer has been arrested?"

"We're talking, Grayson," Moriarty motioned him to sit down, "but is Tom Kitter really the murderer? Judging from the information published in the newspaper, he doesn't seem willing to plead guilty."

"We have the best experts, and we will be able to pry his mouth open." Grayson clenched his fist proudly, "He will realize that all attempts to conceal the truth will be futile. Lestrade this time One step behind me! I don't know where he got his advice from, it may be that Holmes, who is still foolishly investigating these trivial matters. The funniest thing is, Colonel, you know when I came this morning. See what? Lestrade took a woman, the wife of Holmes' friend John Watson, and took her to the scene as an assistant! Ha, it's ridiculous, what can a woman do? Could it be that she Can you be psychic?"

Moran raised his hand to cover his face: "...Oh, God."

Moriarty smiled and said, "Actually, we just wanted to recommend an assistant for you... Say hello to your new superior, Mrs. Kindy."

The author has something to say: Sherlock: "Well, John, I want to borrow your wife..."

Mary [pulls skirt and draws gun]: "Come on!!! Hurt each other!!!"

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