Dr. Warren is a little busy

After running around for a day and successfully getting the news she wanted from the consulting detective, Ashe stepped out of the gate of St. Bartholomew's Hospital in London with ease on the moonlight.

It was already dark, and he had to go home quickly. Bucky must be very uncomfortable staying at home by himself.While walking towards this station in a hurry, Ashe thought in her heart that she should treat herself with something good for dinner.

However, her joyful mood didn't last long.

The loud noise and heat wave from the street corner not far away, with a destructive momentum, almost pushed her to the ground.After being pushed forward by the billowing hot air, Ashe staggered forward a few steps, stabilized her body, and slowly turned around to look at the scene behind her.

The flying dust and dazzling flames surround a car with almost invisible outline, everything is incompatible with the stars and crescent moon in the quiet night that just fell, the complex and dazzling colors and people's terrified expressions are constructed on the streets of London. A strange and sad picture.

The constant cries and screams from the street gave Ashe a headache, just like the accident that cost her her happy home and all of her family.

It took a long time for Ai Xi to regain her senses. Trembling, she took out her mobile phone, only to find that the people around her had already sought help from the police and the hospital.

She was helpless in the face of this situation.She can neither help the people affected by the disaster, nor reduce people's panic and grief.There are too many people here, and her tiny abilities are almost useless.

Ashe heard the word "mayor" faintly from people's mouths, and a bad premonition arose in her heart.Last night it was the Secretary of State for Defense and tonight it was the Lord Mayor of London. There is no way these two cases are unrelated.She walked in the direction of the explosion, stopped a passerby and asked if the person in the car was the mayor, and got an affirmative answer.

"It's Mr. Mayor. He came to visit the hospital today. Before he got into the car, there were reporters taking photos around him, and when he waved friendly to everyone, who would have thought that it wasn't long before the car started..."

Ashe forced herself to calm down and called John Watson.

"John, this is Ash Warren. I need Sherlock's mobile number."

"Okay, no problem, I'll send it to you right away. Are you all right, Dr. Warren? I think I heard a police car."

Ashe glanced at the police car that had already arrived, and said to the worried John: "I'm fine, thank you. I still have something urgent to find Sherlock, see you later."

Ashe dialed Sherlock's phone number, and the call was connected soon.

"Just now a car exploded at the intersection on the east side of the entrance of St. Bartholomew's Hospital. The mayor of London was sitting in the car. You may want to come back and take a look. I guess you haven't gone far."

Ashe only got an "I see", Sherlock obviously didn't want to say more on the phone.Ashe held the hung up phone, a little confused.

Go home first, and talk about everything after you get home.She repeated to herself in her heart.

Ever since Ashe left, Bucky has been sitting in the living room watching the chattering news anchor.The name Winter Soldier had been mentioned several times along with several notorious terrorist organizations, and his heart felt a little heavier each time he said it.Until night fell, a sudden piece of news broke his mood completely to the bottom.

The vehicle in which the mayor of London was traveling exploded, causing dozens of casualties. The murderer is suspected to be the same as the shooting of the Minister of Defense.

He knew very well that this was not done by Hydra, this is not their style.They are better at attacking secretly, concealed without leaving traces, rather than killing people or even creating panic in such a big way.Even the simple-minded guy in Crossbones couldn't do the job.

But now, even if he argues that this is not his style, no one will believe him.

A month ago, he fled the United States somewhat willfully, which now seems to be an obvious mistake.

In the darkness, the Winter Soldier leaned back on the sofa, wondering whether he should return to America and end all the troubles he had caused Ashe.

When he heard familiar footsteps, he walked to the door and stood there.Soon Ashe opened the door, and then turned on the light in the room, the sudden brightness irritated Bucky's eyes.He saw Ashe standing at the door looking at him with a very complicated expression.

"One piece of good news, one piece of bad news." Ashe said as she walked towards him, "I want to tell you the good news first."

He saw her tiredness and uneasiness, and said to her with some unease: "You don't have to do this for me. I have caused you enough trouble."

And he wasn't even counting as her friend.

There was something complicated about their relationship, but certainly not at all close.

Ashe finally showed a smile, she stretched out her left hand, stroking his right arm comfortingly, the warm and soft touch came from his only flesh and blood arm.

"Don't say that. You know very well that it never occurred to me. I like to be helpful, especially to a handsome man like you."

Her playful smile and jokes eased his heart a little.Except for Steve, no one has trusted and cared for him like this in a long time.

"Then let me tell you the result of my busy day." Ashe sat on the sofa and put away her smile. "The good news is that I got the correct answer. It was his driver who killed the Minister of Defense. And The bad news is that just half an hour ago, the mayor's car exploded on the side of the road in the middle of the city, causing serious casualties. I happened to be there at the time and saw the scene for the first time, maybe you I can still smell gunpowder smoke on my body. I think this is a serial case, and before they catch the mastermind behind it, I'm afraid they will put your name together with a group of Middle Eastern organizations to take the blame."

The scene of the crime scene was being broadcast live on TV. Ashe looked at the charred car and the corpses and wounded being carried out one after another in the TV screen, and sighed silently.A series of pictures today always reminded her of her family members who died tragically, which made her very uncomfortable.

The two watched TV in silence until a tall and slender figure appeared on the screen and was stopped by reporters for interviews.

"This is obviously a serial case... No, the murderer of the last case is dead. It is obvious that the dead driver and the secretary worked together. They were instructed by someone to betray that minister. It's that simple. No, I don't know who the next target is right now. If you really want to know then let me investigate instead of asking stupid questions with obvious answers."

Ashe looked at Sherlock's disgusted face, finally gave up her bitter face and turned the corners of her mouth, showing a gloating smile.The Sherlockian arrogance that she had endured all day was someone to share with her.

Oh, you mean Dr. Molly Hope who took over as Ashe's assistant?She wouldn't find that intolerable, anyone with a discerning eye could tell she had a crush on Sherlock.

"You know him?"

Ashe looked at Bucky who was asking the question, and said with a smile: "Yes, I know him. Which Englishman doesn't know his name? The famous consulting detective Sherlock Holmes. In fact, I spent all day today with him. He looked at the crime scene and the dead body. Oh, you haven't had dinner yet, so you must be hungry, right?"

Ashe said, she stood up and said as she walked towards the kitchen, "Let's eat something simple tonight. I remember there is some bread at home. I can make a thick soup to go with it."

With Ashe's departure, Bucky's doubts that he couldn't ask out suffocated in his heart.Did they just know each other?Seeing this detective Ashe visibly cheered up, and Ashe must have been very happy after they had spent the whole day together.

At this time, the Winter Soldier hadn't realized that there was anything wrong with him thinking about this kind of question.

Half an hour later, Ashe and Bucky sat side by side in front of the kitchen cabinet, eating bread together.

"The bread in this store is so hard." Ashe yanked off a piece of bread and threw it into the soup. "I'll never buy from there again, I swear. It almost ruined my creamy potato soup. "

Bucky had a strange expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, which made Ashe very depressed.She glared at him and said angrily: "Today is terrible, I have no job, I have been running around all day, watching murder scenes and corpses, I am exhausted, there was an explosion on the way home, and I still made dinner Such a failure."

Bucky finally laughed, but soon returned to his indifferent face, but he rarely spoke to comfort Ashe, who was in a bad mood and complained about everything.

"Supper was great, actually. Much better than those cans, liquids and injectable bars. I lived on those for years."

Ashe suddenly remembered that the most unlucky person of this century was sitting next to her, and she was still complaining about a little thing.Bucky has suffered so much and has never cried to anyone. She really doesn't have the qualifications.

Ashe's arrogance suddenly faded, she put down the spoon and bread in her hand and sighed: "I'm in a bad mood today. They suspect you for no reason and make me very angry. It's obviously not you who did it. With the UN bombing Wasn't that enough? I'm afraid that all cases where no criminals can be found will be pushed on you in the future, and you have a lot of work to do."

The Winter Soldier, who had been wronged several times, looked indifferent. He stared at Ashe and said, "Don't worry about me. My uninvited presence is a trouble for you in itself, and I don't want to add more trouble to you. "

Ash knew what a good person Bucky was in essence, so she smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and said comfortingly: "I understand what you mean, but don't worry about it, okay? I believe you are innocent Yes, even if this matter cannot be resolved by Sherlock, I can still testify for you if necessary."

The death of the defense secretary and the mayor of London still hangs over the people, and the third victim has emerged on the third day.

Early the morning after the mayor was killed in the bombing, the foreign secretary's secretary did not wait for him to leave the house at 07:30, when he was supposed to be out.The foreign minister just disappeared into his bedroom without a sound, leaving behind the dead wife's body and the broken glass windows scattered all over the floor.

Ashe turned down all the work, in fact, not many people are willing to go out at this time.Accidents happened one after another to important government officials protected by many security personnel, and the whole of London was panicked.Speculation abounds as to who will be the next victim and whether they may be inadvertently implicated, while government agencies scramble for incidents involving several dignitaries.

Ashe saw Inspector Lestrade appearing on the TV, his expression was extremely serious, and there were many bloodshot eyes in his eyes.Ashe suspected that he had probably stayed up all night while being tortured by Sherlock.Mr. Inspector, who worked so hard for the safety of London, really worked hard, and Ashe couldn't help but sigh for him.

Mr. Inspector not only stated the investigation results of the shooting case of the Minister of Defense at the press conference, but also gave information about the bombing case of the Mayor of London.The bomb was installed under the driver's seat, and all clues pointed to the mayor's driver.Mr. Inspector said with deep sorrow that the two cases were planned by the same organization or individual as the case of the disappearance of the foreign minister just now. Although the purpose is still unknown, it is certain that their targets are government officials. Citizens can Relax and return to normal life.

Before the inspector had finished speaking, suddenly a series of text message notifications sounded one after another. The reporters present took out their mobile phones one after another, and then amidst the uproar, the inspector reluctantly took out his mobile phone.

Ashe chuckled as she recalled the horror of being dominated by Sherlock's poisonous tongue.Mr. Inspector, who has endured the abnormal Sherlock all the year round, is much worse than himself.

The reporters raised their hands one after another, and Inspector Lestrade was extremely helpless, and reached out his hand to signal a middle-aged male reporter in the front row.Perhaps his intention was to get a less pointed question, but apparently the reporter didn't catch the inspector's gaze.

"Inspector Lestrade, there is news that all this is related to Michelle Clyde, the Foreign Secretary who disappeared this morning. What do you think of it?"

Inspector Lestrade seemed to have aged five years when he heard such a straightforward and simple question.He looked at the reporters who were excited because they got the big news, and thought for a long time before saying: "Unless there is enough evidence, we will not casually point the suspicion at the foreign minister who has served the government and the people for many years. Scotland Yard will continue to investigate this case with all its strength, please rest assured and support our actions. Today's press conference is here first, thank you all."

Seeing Inspector Lestrade leaving in a hurry, Ashe's expression was full of joy.

"That news must have been sent by Sherlock." Ashe said excitedly to the Winter Soldier beside him, "In this way, everyone will pay attention to the Foreign Secretary, and no one will mention anything about you or any organization. Thanks to him Out of season."