Dr. Warren is a little busy

Ashe couldn't accept the fact that her brother was probably an idiot anyway.

Her memory of most things before the age of eight is already vague, and she relies on a family photo album to recall her happy life.In her faint impression, her father always dotes on her unconditionally, her mother is relatively strict, and her brother is just a boy who doesn't like to play with her and always ignores her with a straight face.

But time has passed, and the elder brother Holt standing in front of Ashe now not only has an overly expressive expression, but also seems to be a little too nervous towards her.In just one morning, Ashe's rigid and simple inherent cognition in the past was completely subverted by him.

In fact, the moment Ashe saw Holt knocking on the door through the looking glass on the door, Ashe immediately forgave him for his little lie to herself.She is no longer a child, and she also understands the truth that many things in the world have secrets.It's just that "brother is not dead" touched her too much, and she seemed to have become that eight-year-old girl who loves to be coquettish and always pesters her brother to play with her.

The Winter Soldier took the initiative to return to his small room, leaving the living room to the newly reunited brother and sister.Holding an outdated old laptop, Holt skillfully searched for the black car and its ill-intentioned passengers that had appeared in front of Ashe's house.Ashe quietly looked at his serious expression from the side, and the turbulent emotions fermented sour and swelled in his heart, as if he had been poured into a large bottle of lemon juice.

Holt quickly stopped, and pointed out several pictures on the computer screen to Ashe.

"These are the clear pictures that can be found. See if you find anything."

Ashe recognized the contents of two of the screens at a glance, St. Bartholomew's Hospital in London and 221B Baker Street, which he had visited two days ago.There is also a place in the picture that she has never seen before, but she has met the couple John and Mary who flashed past in the picture.

"I see," Ashe murmured while connecting the known clues in his mind, "I know why they came to me."

She had been Sherlock's temporary assistant for a day a few days ago, and it must have been that day when the criminals targeting Sherlock saw her and regarded her as one of the people close to Sherlock, intending to kidnap her , used as a hostage like everyone else.

Ashe picked up the phone and called Sherlock, but only heard a busy signal that no one answered.She dialed the number of Sherlock's good partner John instead, and was finally connected.

"John, have you been in any danger lately? I know it's weird to ask, but I have, too."

Ashe listened silently to what John told her on the phone, hung up the phone and got up to go out.

Holt followed her and asked in a daze, "What's going on? Where are you going?"

Ashe picked up the trench coat hanging by the door, looked at Holt, and asked questioningly: "Are you sure you won't make trouble?"

She just wants to watch the scene that is said to be very fanfare and tense to the point of explosion. She doesn't intend to be a hero in her early years, or the younger sister of a hero in her early years.

As if stimulated, Holt straightened his back and said, "Of course not! I was only a little short of being able to do field work back then. Your brother is not a useless guy."

Ashe nodded, and said succinctly: "Then you can go with me."

The two were about to go out, but the Winter Soldier who did not know when appeared in the living room stopped them.

"Ashe, wait a minute, I think you may need some weapons."

"Uh, I don't think it's necessary," Ashe said uncertainly, "We're really just going to look at it from a distance."

He walked over to the sofa with a serious expression, lifted the sofa cushions, and took out the dusty tote bag Ashe had seen on his first day here.Ai Xi didn't even know when his sofa had been remodeled by him, and she didn't notice any changes in the sofa these days.

Holt and Ashe leaned over and quietly watched the Winter Soldier's small arsenal.Ashe couldn't recognize the names of those long and short guns, and she felt a little scalp tingling just looking at them, but Holt was very excited.

"It's so cool, I really want to try each of them."

But the Winter Soldier took out one of the most pocket-sized guns and handed it to him.

Ashe looked at the astonished Holt, and nodded very seriously.

"Just this one, it suits you best. Bucky, you have a good eye."

Holt asked himself again why on earth he hadn't been able to become a field operative who was qualified to pick any equipment.He really, really likes that versatile black umbrella that Big Boss Arthur never leaves his hand.

Ashe felt that this strange atmosphere was not right, she stood up and said to the bitter-faced brother and the overly serious Winter Soldier: "We are really just watching the detectives and the police investigate the case, not chasing the murderer or going to the battlefield to fight , there will be no danger, I promise."

"I can go with you."

As soon as the Winter Soldier finished speaking, the Warren brothers and sisters shouted in unison: "No!"

Ashe was thinking that the appearance of the Winter Soldier in the public eye would cause more trouble, while Holt was thinking how can I show off my good skills in front of my sister with this guy present?

But the thoughts of both of them are obviously superfluous. Ashe just wants to be a spectator and see how the gangsters who tried to attack her were subdued by Mr. Detective. She doesn't plan to do anything that needs to be played. matter.

In the end, the Warren brothers and sisters went out together. Before leaving, Ashe told Bucky very seriously and carefully not to worry, because a large number of police officers from Scotland Yard were already on the scene.

John had just told Ashe on the phone that he and his wife had been attacked, but not seriously injured.Mrs. Hudson, the landlord of 221B Baker Street, was almost kidnapped, but was rescued by Sherlock who arrived in time.The most worrying thing is that they just learned that Molly Hope, a forensic doctor working in the coroner's room of St. Bartholomew's Hospital in London, was taken hostage by gangsters.And the behind-the-scenes man who planned all this is the same person who planned the shooting of the Minister of Defense, the bombing of the Mayor of London's car and the disappearance of the Foreign Secretary a few days ago.Now Sherlock was confronting the gangsters alone in St. Bartholomew's Hospital. The scene was under the control of the other party, and it was already a mess, and John was also on his way to the scene.

"Aren't you tracking this matter?" Ashe said to Holt while starting the car, "Do you want to notify your boss? Wouldn't it be good to go there without authorization?"

Holt sat in the co-pilot and showed a gratified smile to Ashe who was driving, "Thank you, little princess, for your concern. Baby Ashe is thoughtful. I really should inform them."

"Don't call me those disgusting words." Ashe glared at Holt, "Didn't you like to call me a little monster without front teeth?"

Holt turned his head to look out the window as if avoiding it, and pretended to be serious and made a phone call.

"Merlin, it's me. There's news about the case that Galahad is pursuing. Criminals are gathering at St. Bartholomew's Hospital, and I'm rushing there. By the way, I'm with my sister, hehehe. "

Ashe sighed, trying to process the sad fact that her brother might really be an idiot.The weird laughter at the end sounded like it could only be made by someone with an abnormal mind.

When the two Warren brothers and sisters drove to the crime scene, they were already surrounded by police cars.Ashe met Molly Hope the forensic doctor here a few days ago. Although she was very nervous when she saw Sherlock, and would say wrong things and do wrong things because of it, she was actually a very good girl.Now that she is being used to threaten Sherlock, she must feel very uncomfortable.And Sherlock, although he is high-functioning and anti-social, so many vicious injury incidents are all caused by him, and the other party is so vicious and obviously aimed at him, so his psychological burden must be heavy.

Ashe didn't realize that the most serious situation at the moment was not the psychological problems of Molly Hope and Sherlock Holmes, but she had habitually committed occupational diseases.

Many police cars flashing red lights and heavily armed police gathered at the gate of the hospital.Inspector Lestrade, who had met Ashe once, was standing there, staring nervously at the hospital building, with deep worry hidden in his frowning brows.

The top floor of St. Bartholomew's Hospital is not a good place for Sherlock to revisit.He once witnessed the suicide of his lifelong enemy here, and was forced to end his once peaceful life here.

He'd leapt from here two years ago, and had painstakingly sorted out the mess left by Moriarty's death while in suspended animation.

However, the man in front of him named Sebastian Moran is clearly reminding him that he failed to achieve his goal in those two years, and the fish that slipped through the net not only lived well, but even came to him , intending to avenge the old master.

Sherlock was going to solve the matter by himself, but John rushed in in a daze.Fortunately, he rushed in and saved Molly, otherwise Sherlock would not be in the mood to confront Moran here.

But they both needed to be taken to the hospital right away, and Sherlock figured he'd better do it quickly.

"Your master died here two years ago. It seems that you want to follow his old path."

Sherlock stood upright, looking at the man with a fierce face and a scar on his face with his chin raised.Although Moran was pointing a gun at him, he showed no sign of panic.

He curled the corners of his mouth mockingly, and continued: "You are indeed Moriarty's most capable subordinate, and even these unscrupulous tactics are exactly the same as his. Assassinations, explosions, and these things turned London upside down, and I couldn't help it." Not after you. Then Mrs. Hudson, John and Mary, Molly Hope, Lestrade, you tried to get at these people, you made me catch me without a fight, didn't you? It's bad and low-level, but Unfortunately it does work."

Moran's smile suggested that he was in a state of madness, but he didn't seem to intend to shoot the detective in front of him immediately.

"Of course, because they are your flaws, stains on your perfect high-powered anti-social personality. Dear Professor Moriarty once tried to help you remove these flaws and make you a member of the dark world, but unfortunately, you Refused."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if recalling the dead Napoleon of London's criminal world.

"I don't have as much patience as him. Playing this game with you makes me very impatient. Today is the time to make a decision. I will give you 2 minutes to think, and then you can make a choice, which is to inherit his Will, make this world interesting again, or go straight to hell to accompany him."

Sherlock rolled his eyes, he hated being forced, hated making such boring choices.

But he hates his big brother Mycroft staring at him all the time, as if he could blow up the entire British Empire at any moment.

But he had to admit that the agents he sent were really fast enough.

"Inherit Moriarty's will? No, I'm sorry, you know I'm superior than him, in fact I'm superior than anyone else, I don't need to inherit anyone's will." Sherlock turned his body slightly, Looking at a tall building next to him, he lowered his high chin slightly and continued, "Also, I think he would prefer you to go to hell to accompany him."

The detective suddenly bent down and took half a step forward. His subtle sideways came in handy at this moment, and he managed to avoid Moran's gun.Before Moran could shoot in shock, he was shot in the chest from behind by a bullet.

Moran fell to the ground suddenly under the impact of the bullet, and Sherlock turned around quickly and snatched the gun from his hand.

The detective pointed his gun at the head of the person who fell at his feet, and said coldly: "Moriarty can't beat me, and you, who are much worse than him, are even more impossible. However, I admire your mayfly The courage to shake a tree."