"Maybe for a while?"

William blinked and glanced at the driver who fell to the ground.

"too slow!"

Sherlock shook his head. After turning around in place, he said to William with a serious face, "When I saw you, I doubted the collective IQ of the entire London!"

……

William glanced at Sherlock and twitched, "I didn't shoot hard, maybe he woke up soon?"

Knowing that he had done something bad with good intentions, he moved his finger and cast a "sane" spell on the driver who fell on the ground.

"Are you sure?" Sherlock glanced at the big swollen bag on the driver's head, and said solemnly, "Based on your strength just now, I am afraid that if you participate in the shot put competition in London this year, you will definitely be the first, trust me , William."

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, he saw the driver open his eyes in confusion, and reached out to pat his head.

"Oh my gosh this is just amazing!"

Sherlock pushed William away excitedly, walked to the driver, raised his lips, "Good evening, Mr. Driver, did you sleep well? I think it's time for you to answer the question just now."

The driver glanced at Sherlock, then shifted his gaze to William behind Sherlock, and frowned, "I thought it would be your assistant who saved you, but I didn't expect it to be a stranger."

"He's not a stranger," Sherlock shook his head, "Didn't your behind-the-scenes sponsor tell you that we are neighbors?"

The driver was stunned when he heard that. The information that the man gave him did not contain any information about William, but at this moment, no matter how much he was puzzled, he couldn't show it. He had already lost to Sherlock, and he would definitely solve the last mystery. Won't help Sherlock!

"From the look on your face, I guessed right."

Sherlock said, bent down, looked at the driver and said, "Who is your behind-the-scenes sponsor?"

"Who will sponsor a murderer?" The driver looked at Sherlock and sarcastically said, "Can't you guess it? Because that person is Sherlock's admirer!"

"Did he hire you to kill for Sherlock?"

William opened his eyes brightly and spoke.

"Of course!" The driver said it very simply, it didn't look like he was telling a lie.

"Well, this is true love, Sherlock!" William's face was full of blood, "It's both exciting and helpless to meet such an admirer who loves you and does not hesitate to commit crimes!"

"William, you can shut up now!"

Sherlock glared at William, and looked more fiercely at the driver, "Who is he? Who is that person who mentioned me to you and admired me?"

"Hmph, you never want to know!"

After the driver finished speaking, he laughed haha, that smile had indescribable joy and malice!

"Give me his name." Sherlock glared at the driver.

"No!" The driver shook his head.

"His name, tell me!"

Sherlock frowned, and he stepped on the driver's arm, hard.

"Moriarty?"

William stood aside, watching Sherlock's movements, a name suddenly appeared in his mind.

As soon as the words fell, the driver ignored the pain and suddenly turned his head to stare at William, apparently not knowing how William knew the name.

"Moriarty."

Sherlock moved his foot away, and he read it out of his mouth, looking at William, obviously in need of an explanation.

"My guess."

William knew that he had guessed right when he saw the driver's appearance. It was originally a happy thing, but seeing Sherlock's face, he felt that it would definitely be bad if Sherlock suspected something, "You know Yes, Sherlock, I just came to London, it is impossible to know what Moriarty is, I only heard about him when I was on Line [-], I heard that he is your fan, I admire you very much..."

While William and Sherlock were not looking at him, the driver suddenly got up, rushed to the table, opened the medicine bottle on the table, took out a medicine and stuffed it into his mouth.

"not good!"

Sherlock frowned, and just as he was about to walk over, he saw Lestrade rushing over with a large group of agents, followed by the driver and fell to the ground, lifeless.

"Are you all right!"

Lestrade looked at Sherlock and William who were standing in the house at this time, looked around, and found that there was no one except the man who fell on the ground.

"Mr. Police Officer, we're fine!"

William smiled at Lestrade and explained, "Sherlock and I caught the murderer, but he swallowed a pill by himself while we were not paying attention, and it became like this."

After speaking, William pointed to the driver lying on the ground, and said regretfully, "This is really a sad thing."

After looking around, the police officers shook their heads at Lestrade.

"I see, you go out first." Lestrade glanced at Sherlock, "Sherlock, thank you!"

"I'm not for you."

Sherlock shook his head and went out first.

Seeing this, William motioned to Officer Lestrade and left.

On the way, the police officers put a blanket on Sherlock and William. Sherlock touched the blanket in surprise, "Why did you give me the blanket?"

"They are worried that we will be frightened!"

William touched the blanket on his body and replied.

"I'm not frightened!" Sherlock pulled the blanket that the police officer put on him, "They're slandering!"

"However, they will take pictures for a while."

Watson met Police Officer Lestrade on the way to find Sherlock, and came with them, but because he was not a police officer, he couldn't go in, so he could only wait outside. At this moment, seeing Sherlock and William coming out, Just about to express condolences, when he heard the two of them like this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "William, why are you with Sherlock?"

"Oh, I was about to go back at that time, and I met Sherlock behind the door and got into a taxi. I thought it was strange and followed him."

William had already thought up his speech, and he explained it calmly when Watson asked about it.

"From the smell of your clothes, you met a friend and went to the bar with him, and you were approached by a beautiful woman, and you received her business card, which was in your left pocket," said At this point, Sherlock paused, and smiled meaningfully at William, "There is a touch of white at the corner of your clothes, which should have been accidentally touched when you turned the window, and now, you know that you are missing something. what, right?"

William was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly covered it up. He smiled, pretending that he didn't understand Sherlock's words at all.

"Mr. Inspector, can we go now?"

William pulled the blanket on his body and smiled at the female police officer on the side. His handsome face and gentle smile instantly made the female police officer blush, "I, I don't know, I have to ask, Officer Greg .”

"Then can I trouble you to ask for us? You see we are frightened now, so..."

William frowned, his pale face reflected his current face, which was still so handsome that it almost made the female police officer bleed!

"Oh, oh! Of course! I'll ask!"

Before she could finish speaking, the female police officer ran away excitedly.

"Rational use of resources, not bad." Sherlock looked at and nodded.

Upon hearing this, William shrugged, noncommittal.

After a while, Sergeant Lestrade came over in person and said that they should come over tomorrow and they can go now.

Hearing this news, Sherlock was obviously very happy. He pulled off the blanket covering him and threw it to Officer Lestrade. Then, when William was about to send the blanket back, he snatched it and threw it away. Give it to Officer Lestrade, and leave with William and Watson.

Lestrade looked at Sherlock who was leaving, and then at the two blankets in his hand, speechless.

"Officer Donovan told me just now, which is true and false, this game is really scary, and it's frightening." Watson finished speaking and looked at Sherlock.

"You wanted to shoot just now." Sherlock didn't answer, but just asked this sentence. This sentence was unclear, which made William confused, but Watson understood.

"Did you see it?" Watson looked at Sherlock in amazement, and thought of his 'deductive method', he understood, "But he is not a good person, to put it bluntly, he is a terrible driver!"

I don't know how Watson hit Sherlock's joke, Sherlock laughed, "Yes, he is indeed a terrible driver, you can see how many times he took us around."

Thinking of the scene where he and Sherlock ran around London to investigate the case, Watson also laughed, "Oh, Sherlock, don't do this, this is the scene of the crime, don't make me laugh!"

Listening to Sherlock and Watson "*", William looked boredly into the distance, and suddenly saw a familiar figure appear, "Sherlock, here comes the money bag!"

"I knew it was him!"

Sherlock heard the words and looked, his face changed, and he walked to the man.

"Have you solved the case again? How caring and charitable!" The man glanced at William with a smile, then turned his gaze to Sherlock, and said, "But that's not actually your motive, is it?"

"What are you doing here?" Sherlock didn't answer, but just looked around, obviously not paying attention to him.

"It's just that I care about you as always."

After the man finished speaking, he smiled.

"Oh, yes, I have received your attention, can you leave?"

"Always so aggressive, Sherlock, don't you think we're the same people?"

"It's unbelievable to say, I don't think so."

"We have so much in common that you can't believe it. Did you follow that person on purpose? Because you're an idiot, Sherlock. In comparison, our small grievances are nothing but child's play, but some people will, Discomfort, you know, and it would worry Mum."

Huh? ... Mom is worried?

William was taken aback, then looked at the man in surprise, and said, "Could you be Sherlock's brother, Mycroft Holmes, who works for the British government?"

"The British government?" Mycroft Holmes raised his eyebrows, looked at William and smiled. "That's really a good title, Mr. William Stoke."

"William."

Sherlock frowned. He glanced at William, then looked at Mycroft and said, "Who do you think is worrying her? Me? She's worried about you, Mycroft!"

"Wait, you guys are brothers?"

Watson was the last to understand. He looked from Sherlock to Mycroft.

"This is my brother, Mycroft, gaining weight again."

After Sherlock's expressionless introduction, Mycroft smiled and said, "On the contrary, I lost weight."

"Anyway, Mr. Maccroft, does your statement count?"

After William finished speaking, all three looked at him.

Mycroft just smiled at what William said, not sure if it was right or not, but what he meant was indescribably similar to Sherlock's expression at the time: No way!

"...You and Sherlock are indeed brothers!"

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