[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

At this time, seeing the black muzzle pointed at him, Sherlock laughed instead, and the laughter became louder and louder. At the end, after the laughter faded, he said: "Mrs. Barton, you don't think I'm the only one here Right? Listen..."

There was already the sound of roaring engines and the sound of alarm bells outside the house, and Mrs. Barton's face turned completely pale.

Sherlock said: "Put down the gun, Mrs. Barton. I know you are pregnant, and the police will not do anything to a pregnant woman. As long as you promise to appear in court, I can help you plead with the judge. I will do what I said."

Mrs. Button closed her eyes, opened them again, and said, "I wish I could believe you, Mr. Holmes."

"Of course you can trust me, ma'am." Sherlock said very sincerely.

When Lestrade came in to take the man away, Sherlock added: "Graeme, please take John back, I have something to do."

"What?!" Dr. Watson stared at him with eyes wide open upon hearing this.

"Yes, I have some things to do alone." Sherlock said and was about to leave.

Dr. Watson grabbed him and said, "Don't take any chances, please."

Sherlock looked back at him with deep and sincere eyes, and said, "Promise." After speaking, he hugged Watson tightly and left.

After Dr. Watson watched him leave, he turned around and saw Mrs. Button getting into the police car.Seeing Dr. Watson's gaze, she said sadly, "Please don't tell my husband, can you? Dr. Watson, you are a good man, please."

Dr. Watson looked at Lestrade in bewilderment. Lestrade sighed and said, "According to the law, we must notify the family." Seeing her sad eyes, he added: "But maybe, we can stop talking so much."

Mrs. Button twitched her lips and said, "That's enough."

After Sherlock bid farewell to Dr. Watson and Lestrade, he went downstairs to Miss Janet's apartment alone, made a phone call, and said, "Janet, I'm downstairs, are you asleep?" ?”

Miss Janet, who had just gone to bed, was wrapped in her dressing gown, and she stuck her head out of the bedroom window to see Sherlock, she was so shocked that the phone almost fell from her hand downstairs, and said, "Sherlock, what are you doing?" coming?!"

"Let me come up."

"Yes," said Miss Janet, and opened the door to let him upstairs.As soon as she came in, she stepped forward and shook his hand, saying, "My God, it's so cold outside, your hands are like ice cubes." Then, she pulled him to sit on the sofa next to the electric fireplace , wrapped him in a light purple printed blanket from the room, then went to the kitchen, stopped in front of the kitchen door, turned around with a charming smile, and asked, "I don't think you want to drink coffee at this time either. How about hot cocoa?"

"That would be boring."

"It seems very suitable." She went in with a smile.

Wrapped in a blanket, Sherlock followed in, leaning against the door just in time to see Janet's graceful waist bent and then arched, and then down, skipping there, and then the slender and straight thighs under the cover of silk and tulle , and the pink pearly calves exposed to the air, he turned his head silently and wrapped the blanket again. Is she really not cold?

"Okay." The ending was upturned, and the voice hooked like a hook trembled. She straightened up, screwed on the valve, poured a cup of hot cocoa, and handed it to Sherlock.

Sherlock took it, took a sip, it was too sweet, he didn't drink any more, but held the cup to warm his hand, and said, "Janet, I need your help with something."

"Okay, go out and sit down and talk."

Going out to sit down, Sherlock was drinking hot cocoa, while Janet was leaning on the sofa with half a glass of leftover wine, her pair of jade feet resting on Sherlock's lap.

Sherlock finally drank the whole cup of cocoa, put down the cup and said again: "I need you."

"So what can I do for you?"

"Do you remember Ian Bradley you mentioned to me, and Osmen Norris?"

"Oh yes, they're my boss' bodyguards, what's up?"

"Can you testify in court that they are indeed subordinates of your boss?"

"Going to court? Why?!" Janet heard the words, sat up straight, put her feet away, and curled up, "Are you dealing with my boss?" Although it was a question, the tone was very certain.

"Yes. He is not a good person, and it is not a bright future for you to work for him. He has blackmailed the Prime Minister and has already made his name with the government. People in MI6 have paid attention to him, even earlier." Said Here, he watched Miss Janet rub against his arms bit by bit, paused, and then continued: "Earlier, he was tracked by the CIA."

"Oh, really?" She responded vaguely, and began to unbutton his shirt.

Sherlock took her hand and said, "I wish to save this for the wedding night."

"Why?" Janet said, leaning over to lick his Adam's apple, and then continued to unbutton his shirt, saying, "I will help you, let's see how you behave tonight?"

What? !Sherlock suddenly felt that he might be hallucinating, Ms. Irene was not so direct back then!What should I say now, rely on it, and throw her directly to the ground? !No, I still have to persuade her to appear in court; I promise her that John will kill me directly; it is better to find some words to decline.

Sherlock felt that two balls were pressing on his chest, and stepped back. A certain word beginning with F flashed in his brain once, and there was actually a sofa armrest behind him, making it impossible to retreat.

Before Sherlock could think of a word, after Miss Janet unbuttoned his shirt, saw the tooth marks on his chest, her face turned blue instantly, then she covered his clothes and got up from him , and said, "Sherlock, has anyone ever told you you're an asshole?"

Sherlock looked down at the marks on his chest, understood, buttoned his buttons, and said, "There are many people."

"I guess so."

"So, you don't want to help me anymore?" Sherlock said after finally buttoning it up.

"Do not."

Hearing this, Sherlock couldn't help but looked at her in surprise. He expected that she would make a fuss after knowing the truth, and even attempt to commit murder and intentionally hurt others.

"Yes, I'll help you," Janet said; "I'll go to court."

Sherlock said with some doubts: "He threatened you? Does he have something against you?"

"It didn't exist before, but it probably has now."

"What do you mean?"

"What do you think?" Janet said with a half-smile and looked down at him.

"So, are you serious?"

"Yes, what I promised you is naturally true." Miss Janet folded her hands and said to him from a distance.

Sherlock walked up to her, and at last he could only say, "Thank you."

Miss Janet looked into his deep eyes, and said a little confusedly: "Your eyes are so beautiful, like glass."

"..." Sherlock wanted to say, "Just because I looked at you." But thinking that she knew he was lying to her anyway, is it necessary to say these things?

"Kiss me, will you?"

Sherlock heard the words, thought for a while, but didn't move yet.Miss Janet had already stepped forward, hugged him, tiptoed, kissed him lightly, then left, walked to the bedroom door, turned around and said, "You can sleep in the living room, I'm asleep."

Sherlock saw the ten-centimeter-wide gap in the door and said, "I'd better go."

In the bedroom, hearing the sound of closing the door without hesitation from outside, Miss Janet hugged the quilt and leaned on the bed, two lines of tears fell quietly.

After returning to Scotland Yard, Lestrade saw that Sherlock came back so soon, and said, "Actually, you don't have to come back so early. Moriarty threw 1000 million pounds on you."

Sherlock didn't answer, and went back to the prison familiarly as if going home, and pulled Lestrade in who had closed the door for them. After closing the door, he looked at Dr. Watson who was already asleep, and said in a low voice: " Get ready for arrests, Ian Bradley and Osmon Norris, they are Magnuson's men. Kidnapped Eva Blackwell on October 10th, and on the 27th, in Eva After Blackwell fled, she was brutally murdered, all on Magnuson's orders."

"Now?"

"No, the time has not come. If you arrest people too early, it will arouse Magnuson's vigilance. The court will be held on December 12, then arrest people on the night of the 16th and give a statement as soon as possible. They all like to hang out in bars and disappear. For a day or two, Magnuson won't care. It's just that it must be kept secret this time, and it must not be leaked."

"Okay." Lestrade replied solemnly upon hearing this.

"Then you can go." Sherlock made a gesture of asking to go out.

Lestrade had blue veins popping out of his forehead, and wanted to yell at him, but Sherlock stopped him with a gesture, and said through gritted teeth, "You locked me in too!!, I don't have the key to open the door from inside!"

"...Oh, do you want to squeeze?"

"No!"

Of course, in the end Lestrade managed to get someone to rescue him and open the door by knocking on the Morse code on the wall, because the signal interception in the prison is really good.

On the morning of December 12, Magnuson enjoyed a hearty breakfast in his apartment, accompanied by music. It was an antique record player made in the 16th century, with smooth and melodious sound quality.

After eating, he straightened up, stretched out his hands, and asked his private secretary, Miss Janet, to come forward to arrange his clothes, making sure that there were a few elegant wrinkles in them.

After enjoying Miss Janet's service, he showed a kind smile and said, "Janet, hand over your face."

Janet, who lowered her head, raised her head smoothly and naturally when she heard the words, opened her eyes as much as possible, and looked at him.

He bent down, raised his hand, and then flicked his finger on her eyeball.

Miss Janet was in tears from the pain, and her eyelids blinked unconsciously.

"Don't blink, do it again." Magnuson said, played it again, and asked, "How do you feel?"

Miss Janet lowered her head, wiped her tears and said, "It's getting more and more technical."

Hearing this, Magnuson laughed out loud, and said after laughing, "That's thanks to your cooperation."

"My pleasure, sir," said Miss Janet, with an unusually sincere smile.

"You have always done well, but why can't you persuade your lover this time? What I hate most is going to court? Or sending a gentleman to prison. It's so bad. Be kind, Wouldn't it be better to negotiate?" Magnuson said, for him, the worst choice is to really convict Sherlock, which will not only fail to suppress him, but will offend the British government, in addition to serving as a warning to future generations In addition, it is almost not worth the candle.

"I tried, but..."

"Don't make excuses, justifications are excuses for laziness."

"Yes."

"Okay, it's time. Let's go." Magnuson felt a little bored, looked at his watch and said