[Comprehensive British and American] My Neighbor Mr. Holmes

Just as he was about to catch up and ask in doubt, the phone vibrated. William raised his hand and saw that it was Louis calling.

"Louis, what's the matter?" William answered the phone and asked.

"Of course I'm asking you if you want to have a few drinks," Louis said, and said a little embarrassedly, "I already know about you, it's a trick of fate, isn't it?"

"Wait. What the hell are you talking about?"

William asked suspiciously, "I think you're acting weird today."

"Well, of course it's nothing, I'm fine, it's you who's bad, William," Louis said, sighing, "To tell you the truth, I already know about the breakup between you and Sherlock."

"Are you kidding me, when did I break up with Sherlock?"

William said in surprise, "To be honest, Sherlock and I never started."

"Oh my god buddy, are you serious?"

Louis asked in surprise, "Don't you love Sherlock to death?"

"I just want to know who made up this rumor," William said, as if thinking of something, he asked Louis suspiciously, "Could it be that you made up this story again, Louis?"

"of course not!"

Louis immediately retorted, "I just overheard someone say in the bar that they are your friends, and they wanted to comfort you, but because of you, they were extremely depressed, and they didn't listen to anyone's advice, so I kicked them out , so you want me to help..."

"Wait a moment."

When William heard this, he faintly sensed that something was wrong. He subconsciously looked in the direction Sherlock left. The figure had disappeared into the crowd and could not be found.

This is probably a conspiracy by Moriarty.

I'm afraid the person Sherlock wants to meet is Moriarty!

But how did they connect, and where exactly are they going to meet now?

All this William knew nothing about.

"Sorry, Louis, I can't continue chatting with you now. I can only tell you that you must pay attention to safety recently, and don't believe anyone's words easily."

After William finished speaking, Louis obviously realized what was wrong, and he asked William suspiciously what was going on.

"Remember the criminal we used to say, he acted, I'm sorry, Louis has troubled you, I have something urgent, bye."

After William finished speaking, he hung up the phone, and then dialed Watson's number, but strangely, Watson's phone was turned off.

This is simply not possible.

You must know that Watson is a rigorous person. He never shuts down the phone, lest people can't find him for anything. However, now a person who has never turned off the phone turned off the phone. How do you think, how strange is it.

What happened?

Sherlock's silent departure and Watson's inexplicable shutdown all point to one person this time - Moriarty.

But even if he knew that Moriarty did this, he didn't know how to contact Moriarty.

How can we know where Sherlock has gone?

William was thinking, and suddenly a figure appeared in his mind.

After dialing 999, William asked Constable Lestrade, obtained the number of Mycroft Holmes' office from him, and dialed it.

The phone rang twice, and was answered by a sweet female voice, "Hello, who are you looking for, do you have an appointment?"

"I'm William Stoke. I'm urgently looking for Mr. Mycroft Holmes. You just need to tell him my name."

William said, not giving the man room to speak, and said, "This matter is about his younger brother, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. I think he will definitely listen. Don't worry."

The female voice on the opposite side paused, and said in a business-like manner, "Please wait a moment."

After a while, Mycroft Holmes' voice came from the phone, "Mr. Stoke, what do you want to talk to me about so late?...Is it about persuading me to reconcile with Sherlock? I think You still don't waste your time."

"No, it's not this," William said, "I want to know where Sherlock went just now."

"...This question, I think you can ask Sherlock directly, not me."

Mark Loft Holmes paused and replied, "My stupid brother, what has he done?"

"I don't feel well, it's Moriarty, I need him to know where he's gone."

As William said, he briefly explained what he found strange.

"You wait."

Mycroft Holmes' tone sounded serious. After he finished speaking to William, he ordered his surveillance personnel to show Sherlock's walking violently.

"Sherlock went to the swimming pool, three blocks away from where you are now."

When Mycroft Holmes had finished speaking, he paused, and added, "I leave my stupid brother to you, Mr. William Stoker, and I hope you will not disappoint me."

"Of course, with me here, nothing will happen to Sherlock."

William smiled, speaking confidently.

After hanging up the phone, William "teleported" to the outside of the swimming pool. At this time, it was already late, and there was no one in the open door of the swimming pool. William cast an invisibility spell on himself, and was about to go in, but he was preparing to go in. On the steps, he stopped.

Not quite right.

Based on Moriarty's understanding of him, I'm afraid there must be other things guarding against him. Then, there may be a problem with this empty gate.

Thinking about it, William took a few steps back silently, summoned the wind elf in the air, and a strong wind blew away the plastic bag who didn't know who was still on the ground, and flew into the door. Suddenly, a red light flashed .

It turned out to be an infrared alarm.

It really is a big deal.

William thought, regretting that he didn't learn the skills of wizards well, otherwise he could transform into a bug and fly in.

Now I don't even know a few spells commonly used by wizards, and I feel quite heartbroken when I think about it.

At this moment, he couldn't get in the door, but he could go in through the window.

Thinking of this, William walked along the entire swimming pool, and it didn't take long to find an open window. If it was more specific, it might be called an exhaust fan, because this place is a bathroom.

Because, without knowing the specific situation inside, William didn't dare to rush in, so he had to climb through the window and enter the swimming pool.

At this time, the light was on in the bathroom. William heard the movement outside, and there was nothing wrong, so he opened the door lightly. When he came out of the bathroom, William heard Sherlock's voice faintly not far away. Therefore, William walked over there.

"Hey, Sherlock, don't take off my clothes, it's not good to be seen by others."

Before he got close, he heard Watson's voice.

William paused, touched his nose, a little at a loss, not sure if he should pass by at this time.

It's bad if you accidentally see something.

"You're worried about being seen," Sherlock said. "There's no one else here."

"Sherlock, you never think that our conversation just now must have been misunderstood," Watson said suddenly.

"That's just because those people think too much." Sherlock said indifferently.

As soon as the words were finished, Sherlock and Watson's laughter could be heard.

"To be honest, if I didn't know clearly that we were here to defuse bombs, I'm afraid I really thought we were doing something," Watson joked.

"boring."

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, William heard a "creak", the door opened, and Moriarty's voice came.

"Sorry, I changed my mind again," Moriarty's voice sounded very apologetic, "You know, no one is perfect, I only have this little flaw, but I don't think it's a big deal event."

"Sorry, I still think it would be better to kill you."

After Moriarty finished speaking, there was silence all around.

Seeing this, William lifted his invisibility and walked out from behind.

"I'm afraid you're not alone in this matter, Moriarty."

William didn't mind the snipers hiding around, and said with a smile.His eyes flicked over to Watson and Sherlock, then moved to Moriarty.

Moriarty was a little surprised to see William appearing, but quickly covered it up, he looked at William with a smile, and said, "I remember you said that you will not interfere with the affairs between me and Sherlock. "

"Of course, I remember that I also said, as long as you don't touch my bottom line." William said.

"Oh, I never knew that Sherlock was your bottom line." Moria said, blinking.

"It's not too late for you to know now," William said.

"It seems that you really want to protect Sherlock?"

Moriarty frowned and said.

"Of course," William said, "If you have the ability to put Sherlock in prison, I won't care at all. Of course, the reverse is also true."

"You like Sherlock that much?"

Moriarty suddenly looked at William and asked, "Sherlock is not someone worth choosing."

"Whether it's worth it or not is my choice, isn't it?"

William was unmoved at all, his eyes were so firm that Sherlock couldn't help looking at him for a long time.

"Okay, okay," Moriarty said with a disappointed sigh, "My promise to you back then still counts."

"Thank you," William said, "my answer is still the same one."

"It seems that we really have no destiny," Moriarty shook his head and sighed, and then watched William walk up to Sherlock and Watson and said, "I promised you, I will tell you that person Who is it, but there has never been a chance, and now I will tell you, that person is-Vincent Woodridge."

"It's him."

William raised his eyebrows, but his expression seemed natural.

"Looks like you already guessed it."

After Moriarty finished speaking, as if he had discovered something, his face froze slightly, and he said, "I'll go first."

After finishing speaking, Moriarty walked out, and after Moriarty left, the snipers around him also left.

"It seems that he is here." William glanced at Sherlock and said.

"Who?" Watson felt baffled when William came out at the beginning, and he is in a dazed feeling until now.

"Yes……"

Sherlock said, looking out the door.