Walking into the house, no matter how smart Sherlock is, he can't act in the dark in a strange room.He almost hit the sofa directly.

Dr. Watson stretched out his hand and pulled him into the kitchen. Under the light, he saw the wound on his head, which was probably caused by himself before. He quickly pushed him onto the chair, and took out the first aid kit to clean and bandage his wound.When Hypatia came in by herself, seeing this scene, she narrowed her eyes and looked at Sherlock, who was holding back her complacency, and found a seat for herself to sit down.

Dr. Watson took out the skeleton decorated with ribbons, stuffed it into Sherlock's arms and said, "I want to ask, what's going on here,"

"I went back to Baker Street today and brought Mr. Skeleton here. I thought you would like it."

"You must be mistaken," said Watson. "And you said you wanted to explain."

"Yes, of course, the thing is that I didn't die at all, I just temporarily suspended my death in order to lurk. In the past two years, I have sent most of the people in the Moriarty criminal network to prison. So now we If it's safe, I'll be back."

"Us? You and Hypatia?" Dr. Watson said.

"You can interpret this any way you want." Sherlock said, turning his head with a little red at the tip of his ear.

Dr. Watson couldn't help but smile a little, and then asked, "Okay, the next question, how did you do it?"

"It's really nothing, just the most corny air cushions on the sidewalk and some people to stop you. Because the one looking at you is Moran, we have to be very precise in timing and angle, Hippa Tia is monitoring nearby, and Molly is making arrangements in the hospital, arranging vehicles to block the line of sight, yours and Moran's; Dee specially ordered the most advanced and lightweight sniper rifle in the world, and behind this gun is him, the most experienced hunter in the world. He is Moriarty's most important left and right hand, his sharp blade."

After digesting such a long series of words, Dr. Watson came to his senses and said, "You were almost bypassed again. This means that basically all the homeless people in London know that you are not dead, but I don't." Said To the back, he gritted his teeth a bit.

Seeing Dr. Watson's expression, Sherlock quickly said, "This is Mycroft's idea."

"Oh, really? I never knew you listened to your brother so much." He shot again angrily.

Seeing this, Hypatia quietly walked out the door. God bless Sherlock, he shouldn't be driven out to sleep on the street tonight, right?

Sherlock was pressed to the ground and howled in pain: "Hypatia, don't run!"

"What's none of my business?! Sister-in-law, I support you!"

"Cough cough." Hearing this sentence, Dr. Watson coughed, got up, straightened his clothes, and said, "Go ahead."

Hypatia looked at Sherlock's bright eyes, smiled, and said, "Actually, Sherlock doesn't want you to take risks. If you knew the truth, would you feel relieved to let Sherlock go undercover by himself?" ? You really won't follow?"

"I will respect his decision."

"The place he has been to these years is not to say that it is a dragon's pool and a tiger's den, but it can be regarded as a narrow escape. It is very dangerous. You can see the scars on his body later."

"Scars?"

"Yes, if I remember correctly, there were two stab wounds on the lower abdomen, a sharp object pierced through the chest, almost causing pneumothorax, and whip wounds on the back..."

"What?" Dr. Watson looked at Sherlock in shock, as if he wanted to take off Sherlock's clothes directly.

Sherlock blinked, grabbed his sleeve and said, "It's not as exaggerated as I said, it's already done, I just wasn't careful."

"Why don't you want me to participate? I'm a soldier and a doctor."

"Too dangerous."

"I'm not afraid."

"With you, the danger will be doubled."

"What?!" Dr. Watson's face darkened for a moment, but he still controlled his urge to punch.

Hypatia looked at the two of them, and added: "His actions are classified, and I guess your whereabouts have been monitored, not only us, but also Moran and the others, that is, Moriarty We need you in London to stabilize them. Our operation will only succeed if they are convinced that Sherlock is dead."

"Hmm." Dr. Watson seemed to have softened his face a lot, as if he accepted her explanation, he shook his head and said, "Okay, Hypatia, do you need to stay here overnight? I'll arrange a room for you .”

"Uh, no need, it's not one o'clock in the morning, I can go home." Hypatia got up and said goodbye, they obviously had something to say in private, she already felt that she was starting to shine, or The highest wattage kind.

After Hypatia left and Dr. Watson changed the light bulb, he saw Sherlock sitting obediently on the sofa in the living room.Sensing Watson's gaze, Sherlock said: "My dear John, I returned to Baker Street at two o'clock this afternoon and sat down in my old chair, wishing so much to see you sitting opposite me, Just like before." After speaking, he squinted his eyes at Watson and smiled.

Dr. Watson was amused by him, and said, "Okay, don't talk so much, take off!"

"What?!" Sherlock was stunned for a moment, did I hear something wrong?

Facts have proved that Sherlock's hearing is fine. Of course, Dr. Watson, who has been abstinent for two years, is not so hungry. He just remembered the wound on Sherlock's back mentioned by Hypatia, and he wanted to see it for himself.

So Sherlock could only take off his shirt and lie on the sofa.Dr. Watson saw the vertical and horizontal whip marks on it, as well as the haemostatic patches and medical tapes, and frowned, "May I ask, what's going on?"

"I came back from Serbia and could only do some simple treatment."

"Is this called simple treatment? You might as well not deal with it. Hold on for a while." Dr. Watson said, and took out the first-aid kit from the kitchen, as well as bandages and gauze.

"John, you don't have to, ah, hiss!"

While he was speaking, Dr. Watson had already torn off those messy hemostatic stickers. He saw the hideous bloodstains on them and asked, "What whip caused this?"

"Rawhide, soaked in 50% spirits before execution, oh, take it easy!"

Dr. Watson was using cotton dipped in iodophor to wipe his wound. Hearing his cries of pain, he softened his movements to [-] points, and said, "You are lucky this time. These are my plans." It will be used for surgery tomorrow, but it will be used on you now."

Sherlock didn't answer, just whimpered and uttered a miserable cry.

Half an hour later, Dr. Watson cleaned the wound, added gauze, and wrapped a bandage, causing his torso to swell up, and his slim shirt could no longer be stuffed in.Dr. Watson found Zhang Xin's quilt to wrap him in.

Wrapped in a quilt, he curled up on the sofa, holding hot milk, looked at Watson who had just come out of the shower, and said, "John, when will you move back to Baker Street?"

"Moving back? Why? I haven't paid off my loan yet."

"No, if we go back to live, we don't have to pay back." Sherlock said, I will support you!

Dr. Watson was embarrassed for a while, and said: "No. Also, don't try to make anything to force me to change my mind, or I will make you look good."

"Sherlock blinked innocently and said: "Of course.I will respect your opinion. "But not necessarily.

Dr. Watson suddenly felt uncomfortable. Why is Sherlock so obedient? !But thinking about it, after two years of wandering outside, he will always improve, so this is normal.

The next day, when Sherlock came together, he opened the on-site notes made by Dr. Watson last night and said, "This case is interesting. Shall we go?"

"You want to just jump to the scene of the crime like this?"

"something wrong?"

"It's a big problem. Most people are not used to things like resurrection from the dead. The last person who did this was Christ."

"I didn't come back from the dead, I faked my death."

Sherlock looked at Dr. Watson's serious face and said, "Well, almost, do you think I should call Lestrade first, make an appointment for afternoon tea, and then tell him that he is not dead?"

"Better so."

"That's so boring. Besides, I promise Mycroft must have betrayed me yesterday, they must have shared the video of my embarrassment last night, so this should not be needed."

Hearing this ugly video, Dr. Watson couldn't help laughing out loud, and said, "Is there anyone else, Mrs. Hudson?"

"She knows that when I went back yesterday, I scared her into a hysterical fit and almost threw the frying pan on my head."

"You deserve it. And, Scotland Yard coroners, Sally Donovan?"

"Hasn't she been sent to Afghanistan under the pretext of stingy Hypatia?"

"No, Anderson was fired."

"I am glad to hear this news."

"Sherlock, don't be like this. He has always been ashamed. He has set up a club, all of which are your fans, trying to reveal the secret."

"Ok?"

"They don't think you're dead and want to explain how you did it."

"Fortunately, they still can't explain it. I believe that such a club will have some miscellaneous fish staring at it."

"Okay, but you really don't need to inform others?"

"How do I get notified? Advertise in the papers for the arrival of reporters? Oh, no need, I'm a consulting detective, a private service, and occasional government work. Fame is useless to me. Famous troubles." Too many, I've learned over the past two years. I'm only at home in the Middle East where masks are required, and everywhere else I have to worry about whether I will be recognized. So, John, You just need to hang a statement on your blog, I'm back, I'm alive. Got it?"

"understood."

"Okay, let's go to the scene now, and you inform Lestrade."

Lestrade had just arrived when they arrived.Seeing him, Sherlock hesitated and called, "Graeme?"

"What?" Lestrade looked at him suspiciously.

Sherlock looked at Dr. Watson silently. Dr. Watson coughed and said in a low voice, "Gregor."

"Oh, Greg, nice to see you again." Sherlock said sincerely.

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