[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

It had only been more than a day since Sherlock returned to Baker Street, and the media already knew the news that the detective who jumped off the building had returned with honor, and they all asked for interviews.

Sherlock, who had no case, was lying on the sofa bored, listening to the noise of the reporters below, and looking at the ceiling.Dr. Watson, who entered the room from the siege, came up with two shopping bags, and asked, "Sherlock, what are you doing here?" Why don't you go down and send those reporters away, is it fun to block the road ,

"I hate them,"

"Well. I can understand that they forced you to jump off the building after all."

"No, they're fooling the world."

"What,"

"In the past, when people obtained information, they needed to find, absorb and think by themselves, but now our media can't wait to stuff information into your brain. How much information have you ever thought about?"

"Some don't have to use your brain to think about it?"

"So for example, a newspaper says I'm a pig. Am I a pig?"

"Do not."

"What if all the papers say I am?"

"No matter how much the media says that, I believe you."

"What if newspapers, TV, Werther, Facebook, etc. all say that I am a pig, and they also provide information about my parental lineage, growth records, and slaughter? Then am I a pig?"

"I only trust you."

Sherlock smiled a little and said, "Thanks, my dear John, but people will believe it. It's a good thing I still have you." He got up from the sofa and said, "Let's go now, it's time to feed the goldfish. "

"Uh, goldfish? What's that?"

"Nothing." Sherlock smiled at him.I shouldn't be following Mycroft, it's bad, very bad.He put on his overcoat and went down to dismiss the reporters who were crowding outside the door.

The lives of Sherlock and Dr. Watson gradually returned to normal, and Hypatia's work gradually got on track.Her new job was as Private Secretary to the Under-Secretary for Foreign Affairs, and Mycroft had reassigned the lady who had previously held that job to the Secretary of the Home Secretary.The workload is reduced by half and the wages are doubled.It's nothing to be dissatisfied with.

The only problem is that her only subordinate now is the Er Que Jun she met before, and now she finally knows his name, his name is Alexander Lindbergh.After two years, his memory is actually so good.

Now when she gets off work, as soon as she goes out, she will see Mr. Lindbergh waiting outside, relying on the famous car provided by the family, making a playboy pose, and then showing a very simple and honest smile on her handsome and melancholy face.Hypatia could only embarrass in silence for a while, she felt like she was having a cramp every time, and said, "Sir?"

Mr. Lindbergh, who was still adjusting his posture and trying to stand more handsomely, suddenly heard Hypatia speak, raised his head, slipped his feet, and almost slid along the car body to the ground.

Hypatia turned her head silently, feeling really horrible.

He stood up straight and said, "Hypatia, can I take you back today?"

"Uh, no. I have a car."

"Then can I have dinner with you today? I know there is a new French restaurant, if you don't like it, there are Italian, German, Hungarian..."

"No need, sir, you don't need to waste time on me, sir." Hypatia stopped and said very seriously.

"I am very patient and sincere, Miss Hypatia, please give me some time."

"I'm sorry, sir. I once had a boyfriend who made a very deep impression on me. I haven't forgotten him until now, so I can only regret to refuse you."

"You said ever, so I'll wait."

Hypatia rolled her eyes secretly, before getting his dead letter completely, for your and my safety, you should stay away from me.I couldn't say the reason, so I had to say with a wry smile: "Sir, you will trouble me like this. Please go back, okay?"

"Miss Hypatia, I..."

"That's an order, sir," said Hypatia; "I don't think I need you to show your rank."

"Yes, ma'am. Goodbye."

"Very good." After Hypatia sent him away smoothly, he also left.

Depressed, Mr. Lindbergh had no choice but to drive to the suburbs by himself to enjoy the cold wind. He watched the sunset, the clouds merged, and the scenery was beautiful. Then he felt desolate standing alone by the woods.Just as he was wandering desolately in the twilight mist, he suddenly heard a scream in the distance, and a dog barking.

His blood boiled all of a sudden, and he ran along the path in the direction of the sound.After running through the thick fog, he immediately saw a woman covered in blood lying on the ground, and then standing beside her.A man and a woman who seem to be a couple are pulling a husky.

At first he thought it was a vicious dog biting someone, but when he listened carefully, it was wrong. There was a gunshot. The terrorists were still intelligence agencies. He quickly shouted: "What are you doing? I have already called the police!"

I don't know if it's because I suddenly saw too many people and it's not suitable to silence, or if the warning made an effect, the people hidden in the mist quietly retreated.Hearing the sound of footsteps going away, Mr. Lindbergh wiped the sweat off his face, stepped forward and asked, "What's the matter?" Come on, he found that his voice was still a little floating.

The wife of the couple also said in a trembling voice: "We were walking the dog, and this man suddenly rushed out."

"Really?" He squatted down and began to check the injury of the person lying on the ground. He was shot in the abdomen and just hit the stomach. He quickly took off his clothes, picked up the person and pressed the wound for her.

The woman felt someone hug her, struggled to open her eyes, and said with trembling lips: "CAM..."

"What?!" Mr. Lindbergh thought he heard it wrong, CAM?What is this?What kind of last words are these?

It's a pity that the girl tilted her head and lost consciousness after saying this.Seeing this, Mr. Lindbergh could only say: "Both of you help me carry it, I have a car."

He and the gentleman raised their feet one by one and their heads up by the other, and carried the man to the back seat of the car.The remaining wife also pulled her own husky into the car and put it next to the driver's seat, while she also sat in the back seat to help press the girl's wound.As soon as Mr. Lindbergh started the car, the husky next to him excitedly stretched out the dog's head and washed Mr. Lindbergh's face with his tongue.

Mr. Lindbergh felt that he was going to die of suffering. The beautiful woman could not be hugged, but the wounded one could be hugged, and his clothes were covered with blood.And that goddamn dog, licking me again will turn me off, he thought silently.He stared at the husky while driving.But the dog got even more excited.

After sending the person to the hospital, Mr. Lindbergh, who was acting a little foolishly but still had a good brain, immediately thought of a way to strengthen contact with Hypatia. He said to the couple, "Um, two?"

"Browning."

"Well, Mr. and Mrs. Browning, how about we go to Baker Street and find a private eye?"

"Uh, why?"

"He is the most famous consulting detective in the UK. He provides private services and is more friendly." This is really honest, he has not met Sherlock himself.

The Brownings were finally fooled by him enough to agree.He didn't even go to Scotland Yard, he took people directly to Baker Street.

Without a date, Hypatia, who was alone at home, naturally went to Sherlock's house to cook and feed her brother.And Sherlock, who has nothing to do, works as an otaku at home, and mushrooms grow on his body when he is idle. Looking at the smiling face on the wall, he still wants to add another one, but the pistol seems to be in John's original room, so far away. Yeah, I don't want to take it.

When Hypatia passed by, he threw the phone into his hand, and there was no need for him to get up.He was very happy and started texting Dr. Watson: "John, come back for dinner. SH"

"Is this really you?"

"Of course, why did you say that? SH"

"Nothing." Is it really Sherlock who asked for food?He really has grown up.thought Dr. Watson with both relief and sorrow.

"Where's your pistol? SH"

"What do you want to do?"

Sherlock continued to tease him calmly: "Interior decoration. SH"

"Don't think about it!"

"I'm good at crafting. SH"

"Don't mess around, I'm off work now, wait for me to come back."

"Okay." Sherlock put away his phone and smiled silently.

"I'll pass by the convenience store, do you have anything to buy?"

"Well, no. I'll assume what you'll buy. SH"

"Ok?"

"For example, on the shelf next to the cash register. SH"

"Stop posting, it's almost here."

"The cashier's smile is too ambiguous."

"You have to understand their poor spiritual life. SH"

"It sounds like you have a rich spiritual life, but you haven't had any cases lately."

"About this, I thought you had experienced it yourself. SH"

"..."

"...SH"

When Dr. Watson went downstairs, he just saw Mr. Lindbergh with blood on his chest leading someone to knock on the door.He stepped forward and asked, "I'm Dr. Watson, what can I do for you?"

"A case, Dr. Watson."

"Then please come with me." Dr. Watson said and led people in.

When Mr. Lindbergh went up, he was pleasantly surprised to find Hypatia also there.Suppressing his joy, he said as calmly as possible, even with a bit of sadness: "Mr. Holmes, a very dreadful case has occurred."

Sherlock, who had heard the arrival of the guests a long time ago, was sitting upright on the sofa. Hearing this, he glanced at him, raised his eyebrows and said, "Judging from your clothes, you originally planned to invite a girl out for dinner. Your reaction after seeing my sister just now, the target should be my sister, but it obviously failed. Then you drove to the suburbs by yourself. On the way, there was a single bloody case. The blood was very fresh and bleeding heavily, so the person should be sent to the hospital first You came here immediately after you went to the hospital, and the people from Scotland Yard were not accompanying you. The two behind you seem to be witnesses too." At this time, after hearing a dog barking, he frowned in distaste and added He said, "Oh, and I brought a dog."

Mr. Lindbergh looked at Sherlock in surprise, opened his mouth and said nothing.

Sherlock said impatiently, "The case?"

"Ah, yes." Mr. Lindbergh reacted, and quickly said: "That's right. When I went to the suburbs, I wanted to take a walk, but..." Sherlock put too much pressure on people, and Mr. Lindbergh was very nervous. Quickly reported what happened just now.

Hearing the last words of the deceased, Sherlock frowned strangely, and leaned on the sofa with his fingers together into a pagoda shape, repeating: "CAM?"

The author has something to say: the following is a short article written by the scumbag author himself:

If I were to chronicle myself at the end of my life, 1892 would probably be the most memorable year of my life, a year in which many things happened, the saddest of my life and the happiest of my life Two major events also happened this year.Several times I wished to write about this matter, but several times I had to hold back because of a strong order, which was not lifted until a few months ago.

I well remember that it was in the summer, a few months after the disappearance of my friend Sherlock Holmes, and that of my wife.I sent her to the cemetery that day, watching the coffin gradually disappear under the submersion of the soil, unable to speak, only the sadness and chill from my heart.

After returning home, I received letters and photos from my comrades in arms who were still stationed in India. He obviously heard about the misfortune that happened to me, and he was not without comfort in his heart. He also expressed his appreciation for the beauty of India. It's a pity that my eyes are sad, I have nothing to do with it, I just feel a little relieved.Until I saw the photo he sent, it was a very ordinary picture of Indian street jugglers, to my surprise, I saw a familiar person in the photo, and I saw his slender fingers, slender The gesture, the familiar face and the slightly mocking smile, this is Sherlock Holmes, how is it possible? !

The moment of ecstasy dazzled my eyes and almost fell to the ground. I slowly moved to the chair and sat down. I leaned on the back of the chair, looked up at the sky, and rang the bell for the maid to bring a glass of whiskey.

I drank a glass of whiskey and felt that my breathing had stabilized a lot before I picked up the photo for a closer look. Holmes was standing by the side of the photo, as if he had been included in the photo inadvertently.I read the letter again, but unfortunately the letter did not mention the specific shooting date, I just wrote that these were all shot recently, I hope it can entertain you.

This time for sure, Sherlock Holmes he is not dead, unless my friend filmed the ghost, so I don't know how he managed to climb out of that terrible abyss, but God bless, it is this gloomy year The best news ever.