{Fuhua}Stop it Sherlock

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"Bastard!" Sherlock quickly found the backstage, and everything inside, including the aggressive cock, disappeared, only some costumes and props remained.No trace, no direction.Damn.Sherlock put his hand in his pocket and found the cipher paper John had given him.Under the light of the flashlight, hosta, tramway, black, dragon's lair.

Hosta, hosta is what they are looking for, that is, Brian Lucci and Van Koo, one of them stole a hosta worth 900 million, who is it?

'He only appreciates things of value. 'Van Ku's assistant's words came to mind, but what Sherlock thought of was the jade hairpin on the assistant's head when the assistant was speaking.Yes or no.

When Sherlock turned around, he bumped into Lestrade who was looking for him, "How many people caught?"

Lestrade shook his head, evidently not catching any of them, the group was running fast.Under normal circumstances, Sherlock would definitely give some speeches about Scotland Yard's ability to move down another level, but now he needs to rush to a place where it is more needed.Lestrade was left alone, and Sherlock once again sighed at the dedicated taxi drivers in London, and drove to the bank.

On the pretext of looking at Van Koo's last file, Sherlock cleverly took away the hosta that was used as a decoration on the head of the female assistant, and then turned and left. "Thank you again, we will let you know when we have news."

"Okay, actually, I don't really care." The female assistant's expression reminded Sherlock of Jasmine, and she left quickly and politely.

Sherlock returned to Baker Street once, then hurried to the tramway.

Underground, Sherlock lamented that these smugglers are indeed not the work of normal people, the performances are underground, and the trading place is also underground.Then I heard Shan Gangzhu's broken English.The gang leader Shan stabbed the sandbag with a dagger, and another hostage sitting next to John was tied to the position of the warrior in the show, but it is a pity that he will not escape like the warrior.That person was Andy. Sherlock saw Yao Sulin on the other side, and she was restrained by two people.Shan Gangzhu obviously made two-handed preparations, and it seems that he is determined to win Yuhan.

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☆. Necessary play codes after successful rescue

Sherlock walked to the hiding place.He used the souvenir dart left by Yao Sulin to hit the heads of the two people who were restraining Yao Sulin.The two fell down in response, and then Yao Sulin kicked the gun to the side at the first time, and then shot the gun, and the other minion became a dead soul under the arrow.Sherlock noticed that the tarantula had been hiding in the darkness as soon as something happened. As a killer, he would find the best time to attack.

"Mr. Holmes." Chief Shan's Chinese was as bad as her English. "You helped this traitor, I don't care about your responsibility. I believe that you have got what we want when you get here, and your people are here, hand over the things, and I can let you go."

"Aren't you going to avenge your other people who died at my hands?" Sherlock didn't show up.He saw Gangzhu Shan take out a pistol, which is the most widely circulated small gun in China, and it seems to be only available on the black market.

"If I were you, I wouldn't shoot." Sherlock changed positions.

"Why" Shan gang leader raised the gun in his hand, the warrior stood beside her, and the tarantula hid in the dark.Yao Sulin was on guard against tarantulas in front of Andy.

"Please, don't speak English, your English level is really unbearable for me." Sherlock's voice broke down slightly.John couldn't hold back his laughter, and the echo was slightly dull.

"Come out." Gang leader Shan still raised his gun.

"Why don't you let the tarantula come out?" Sherlock laughed, "Isn't it fair to be a human being? However, for the sake of our lives, I still advise you not to shoot. The gun is semi-automatic. Once the bullet is fired, it will The radius of this tunnel is nearly four meters when fired at a speed of one kilometer per second, and the bullet will rebound if it goes off.

Although Gang Leader Shan still didn't put down his gun, he lowered his hand a bit.

Seeing that she still didn't put the gun on John's head, Sherlock became more certain of his judgment.

Sherlock stepped out of the darkness, although the light was still dim.But the hosta in Sherlock's hand can be seen clearly.Turning around in the air in a very dangerous way, Gang Leader Shan's eyes obviously revolved around Yuhan.

"It seems that what I took is right, Chief Shan." Seeing Yao Sulin's movements, Sherlock smiled with satisfaction.

"Yes, give me the hosta, and you take your people back." Shan Gangzhu turned John's chair around, and John turned to face Sherlock.Sherlock's eyes tightened suddenly, and there was obvious blood on John's head.Seeing Sherlock, John blinked, signaling that he was fine.

Sherlock's expression returned to normal, and then he threw the jade hairpin at Gang Leader Shan, took out the gun from his pocket while the eyes of Gang Leader Shan and the warrior were raised, and fired two shots in a flash. At the same time, Yao Sulin's willow dart hit Tarantula. Here, Yao Sulin came prepared this time with poison on the willow-leaf dart. She took advantage of the tarantula being shot by Sherlock to grab her mind. When the killer panicked, the reflection of his eyes exposed his weakness. The toxin invaded in an instant. Tarantulas fell from the top.Sherlock's two shots, one shot hit the warrior, and the other shot ran towards Yuzan. As expected, he was shot by Shan Gangzhu who wanted Yuzan wholeheartedly.The moment the Tarantula landed on the ground, Sherlock and Yao Sulin restrained the leader Shan and the warrior. I have to say that Yao Sulin's poison dart was the most useful. The warrior was weakened by the toxin. Knock the leader of the gang unconscious, and then handcuff the tarantula before going to see John.

"John, Jack," Sherlock stepped forward to check John's wound, fortunately, it was only a superficial wound.

"Sherl, I didn't faint." John looked at the person in front of him, and it was really hard to imagine what else he couldn't think of.

Looking at the doctor's smile, Sherlock kissed the upturned lips without thinking. They were soft, dry, with a faint smell of blood and the smell of the doctor's shaving water this morning, which smelled surprisingly good.Four lips pressed against each other, Sherlock's lips were cold, but delicate with almost no lip lines, refreshing and smelling like gunpowder.One of the two is sitting on a chair with his hands tied, and the other is bent over. It is definitely not a comfortable posture, but the current picture of the two of them would rather let the world stop.

On the other side, Andy looked at the other side.Putting your hands in your pockets, you lower your head.Yao Sulin looked at the boy who was shy in front of her but could cover the spiders, smiled lightly, and said in Chinese, "Don't you wait for me to take the initiative?" After speaking, she was kissed by Andy. This is not the pure lips on the other side Sticking to each other, but a real kiss, there is a sound of tsk-tsk in the tunnel.He only called out the two people next to him from a state of ecstasy.Sherlock looked at the other side of the fire, looked down at John, and untied John's bound hands.Then a kind reminder that the police will arrive in less than 5 minutes.Andy let go of Yao Sulin and smiled like a fool.

"What should we do now?" Yao Sulin looked at the people on the ground.Sherlock walked over, picked up Gang Leader Shan's gun, and shot each of them in the head and heart, then walked a little farther, and shot at the wall, and the reflected bullets hit the dead bodies on the ground scatteredly.He fired a few more shots with his own gun.Then put Gangzhu Shan's precious jade hairpin in her hand.After a few fiddlings, the scene looked like a gang fight with uneven distribution of spoils.

John suddenly remembered a sentence, if one day Sherlock finds it boring to solve the case and commits a crime, then no one will be able to solve it.The scene was set up and the police arrived.The people who came were from Lestrade and Dimock, so Sherlock's explanation was accepted as a matter of course.The two gangs wanted to seize Yuzan, except for the one who was shot dead by the gun, which was an accidental rescue, and the rest of the dead died of bullet reflection and mutual shooting.Excessive rebounds turned the ballistic detection into a rather large project. Anyway, the relevant personnel have died, the proprietress of the lucky cat who was connected has also been controlled, and there are many auction items as evidence. This case can already be closed.Lestrade felt that this report could be handed over to Mycroft, after all, he was most familiar with Holmes' thoughts.

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☆、BOOM!

Yao Sulin was also exempted from criminal responsibility for helping to solve the case and confessing the merits of other people related to the smuggling gang. With her excellent knowledge, she was also awarded a doctorate degree in archeology by McCauf.To borrow a word, it is a fake document made by the government, and it is true.McCoff was surprised that a seemingly simple black lotus would involve such a wide range, from bank clerks to department store owners, from streets to temples.Mycroft looked at Andy as if he was looking at a revolutionary who was ready to dedicate himself to the revolution.Sherlock could clearly read 'good luck' from Mycroft's expression.Good luck. '

Yao Sulin can be with her favorite clay pot, and Andy can be with her favorite goddess.Everything seems to be fine.

Well, there are also bad things. As the gunshots sounded, John quickened his pace upstairs. "Sherlock! I remember I hid the gun!"

Sherlock rolled his eyes, emptied the bullets in the gun and fell on the sofa. "My young master is boring!"

John checked the gun and put it away.Ever since he knew that Mycroft had hidden a lot of guns in 221B, Sherlock hadn't concealed from John how many dangerous items were in the apartment, including bugs.

"I need a case!" Sherlock felt that he was about to collapse. "You just came back from Belarus." John looked at the man who had been complaining about being bored for only a few days. "I wouldn't bother with that boring love killing if it wasn't for that nice hunting knife." Sherlock smiled nicely, and John liked that knife very much.Of course, this answer also made John blush.But for a moment, Sherlock's mind was filled with the word boring again. How long has it been?Has your brain not worked?ah!Let's go tease the little doctor.Sherlock walked into the kitchen, hanging himself behind John with no burden.The height difference allowed Sherlock to rest his chin on John's shoulder.Sherlock's koala-like habit is from the last time John was taken away. According to Mycroft, it is caused by the insecurity of this eight-year-old child.Strong desire for control, extreme rationality, lack of normal emotions, and constant self-improvement are all manifestations of insecurity. In fact, this can be seen from Sherlock's occasional gestures. In fact, Sherlock is extremely insecure at times. of.For example, now, for the last time, Sherlock actually solved it very well, but John doesn't know which memory palace he walked into again.

Sherlock turned his head and caught John's earlobe, which was distracted, causing the person in his arms to tremble.

Sherlock just hung on John and walked around with John, which was one of his favorite things to do these days.The premise is that as long as John doesn't go out to buy the necessities of life for them.Mrs. Hudson went upstairs after shopping, "Sherlock, Mrs. Kate next door said you~~oh~~ You continue." Sherlock was kissing John's neck, "Sherlock, my wall~" Locke destroyed the wall, and then saw Sherlock who was surprised after John broke free, and Mrs. Hudson tuned in at the right time.

Sherlock looked at the shy doctor and smiled triumphantly. The next second, a huge explosion and shock wave shattered glass and window sills and rushed into the room.Sherlock was instantly hit on the ground.

"Oh! God! Sherl!" John swept Sherlock from the debris and rubble.Sherlock let out a long breath, "It's a good thing you're not here, otherwise no one would have swept me out." John didn't know whether to punch him or kiss him after hearing this.

Mrs. Hudson came up, saw the house with half of the wall destroyed, and then looked at the two people who were squatting on the ground and smiled at each other, shaking their heads, "Young man."

"I'll fix the wall for you, Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock's gray face made his white teeth more prominent, but Sherlock rarely grinned.

Since building walls and repairing glass is a big project, the two of them temporarily pasted the hole with newspaper after cleaning the ground.Although it was a bit cold, Sherlock was actually quite happy, at least he didn't have to worry about one of the reasons why the little doctor rejected him, someone would read it.In fact, except for the female doctor and Jasmine who had a crush on John during John's interview, everyone else regarded them as a couple, isn't it normal?

At least Angelo said more than once that the couple's package in the store will always be free for two people.

Sherlock deduced that it was a gas explosion, but it was a pity that the repair project of the house next door was much bigger than theirs.At this moment, Mycroft called. "Actually, you can come here, let's have an interview." Sherlock looked at John, "There's no need to look for it, we have someone here to help."

Ignoring Mycroft's tsk-tsk on the other side, Sherlock hung up the phone.

In a short while, McCoff walked to the room at 221B, which was the site of the explosion, leaning on the black umbrella that never left his hand.

"You really are," Mycroft circled around, "the impact is very direct."

"I don't think you're here to evaluate an adjoining room affected by an explosion." Sherlock habitually used defensive mode, making John shake his head.

"Andrew West. Known as Serena Williams, an agent of the Ministry of National Defense. He was found dead near the railway tracks at Battersea Station a few days ago." McCoff hit the point directly. "Brain burst."

"Suicide by lying on the rails?" John gave the most reasonable inference.

"This is the most direct conclusion." Mycroft nodded.

"What's your judgment?" Sherlock frowned, it's not a good thing to be stained with the Ministry of Defense.

"The Ministry of National Defense is conducting the latest anti-missile system research, and the data is stored in a memory stick." Mycroft found a sofa and sat down, and then John was restricted from moving, by Sherlock.

"What a good way," Sherlock said sarcastically, he was already a little annoyed, but holding the little doctor would make him feel better.

"Well, cough." Mycroft was a little speechless by the actions of the two and Sherlock's words, but it was only for a moment. "Of course it's not the only one. West has come into contact with the memory stick. We suspect that he stole it, and then."

"Mute, it's obvious. It's in line with your habitual thinking, and it will make you more useful."

"John, mind his mouth." Mycroft raised his head and received Sherlock's eye knife. "Help us find it. Although it is not the only one, it is still a secret."

"Why don't you find out yourself," Sherlock looked at Mycroft, "You've gained two pounds recently."

"I can't leave my office for reasons you won't care about, and stop watching my weight. My diet plan works." Mycroft looked around. "What's going on here?"

"Don't let fat lower your IQ." Sherlock pulled John up and took their coats to go out. "What's your secretary's name now?"

"Ansiya" Mycroft turned his head. "What do you ask this for?"

"Reduce the number of words I have to talk to you, a person whose IQ is obviously lowered by fat." After finishing speaking, Sherlock took John away.Asked the address of West's fiancée from the omnipotent female secretary, and then Sherlock and John sat in a taxi.

Nine hours later, get the memory stick from the junkie.Sherlock looked at the memory stick in his hand, "Sobored." Then he rested his head on John's shoulder.John reluctantly reached out to smooth Sherlock's hair.The taxi driver looked at the two people behind and smiled ambiguously.Back on Baker Street, the food that had been neglected since breakfast was finally on the agenda, and dinner was packed from the corner fast food restaurant, Sherlock threw the memory stick to the still waiting staff, and then saw the whole apartment changed.From the messy and weird before, it has become neat and clear, such as the light blue wallpaper and wooden floor, and Mycroft deliberately made the walls make people prone to destructive desires, and the furnishings are still weird, because Sherlock's experimental equipment still.

"How did they do it?" John nodded watching all this. Maybe he once hoped to be warm, but it is undeniable that he still misses the contrasting mixed feeling of the battlefield. Habits are well preserved.For example, the placement of furniture, books, and materials.

"Holmes is omnipotent." Seeing that John was very satisfied, Sherlock muttered a family motto and began to enjoy dinner.

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☆, the game has started.

Sherlock's boredom was well ended the next day when Lestrade called.

"Yes, why not." After hanging up the phone, Sherlock got up to get his coat.John breathed a sigh of relief, the guy rejuvenated better than anything.

"It has been checked, and X-rays show that there is no danger." Lestrade looked at the envelope signed and addressed to Holmes.Apparently Mr. Detective has caught the attention of criminals.

"That's really safe." Sherlock shrugged, the equipment of the police station, please spare him.

The letterhead in his hand was obviously written by a lady, the Bohemian envelope, the Parker titanium pen, um, the mobile phone inside, Sherlock looked away, and John didn't notice the look in Sherlock's eyes when he looked elsewhere because of embarrassment. Perhaps the helpless pampering and connivance that he himself didn't realize.Lestrade took a breath, well, maybe Sherlock will be much more talkative when there are cases in the future.

"Ah, it's that pink phone." A police officer said suddenly.Lestrade coughed lightly to hide his smile.

"Thank you, I don't need you to remind me about the number of visits to John's blog." Sherlock looked at the phone that only he and the murderer knew what kind of phone it was. Since this magical evidence was posted on John's blog, well, everyone Got it, like everyone knows he's not familiar with the solar system. Comeon, what does that matter!

"This is not the same one, this is a new one. Obviously someone wants to play a game with us." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, and a text message rang after it was opened. This perfect coincidence made Sherlock inexplicably disgusted, and made Xia Luo Locke thought of the ubiquitous surveillance under Mycroft's men, but this was obviously malicious.

An image, Greenwich estate ad.Sherlock looked at the angle of the photo, he'd seen it before.

"What game?" Lestrade looked at the two who left quickly.

"Boom!" Sherlock waved his phone before disappearing from the sight of Scotland Yard officers.

"Here," Donovan pouted, before Lestrade stared back.

Lestrade followed up resignedly, obviously Sherlock would not wait for them, and the directionality and hint of this envelope were too obvious.

Opening the room where Mrs. Hudson lived in the early days of her marriage, a pair of clean sneakers appeared in front of several people.

"It's either a retro model or an antique." Lestrade sighed.Sherlock walked over to the shoes.

"Sherlock, he is the bomber, isn't he?" John stepped forward to stop Sherlock.

The phone rang, a weird old phone ring, not any music, obviously not wanting Sherlock to analyze anything.

"Hi, sexy." A trembling woman's voice sounded, and she said flirting words in a terrified tone, but it couldn't make people laugh. "I gave, prepared, a, a small game. This, just, a, start."

"Who are you? Are you crying? Why?" Sherlock frowned.

"I'm not... crying, I'm typing, and, this, stupid, fuck, reading it."

"what do you want to do?"

"It's just a game, twelve, hours, solve my, puzzle." The woman's voice became more and more trembling, but her words were very clear, as if someone was staring at her.Sherlock guessed that if she mispronounced a word, someone would kill her.

"Otherwise, I will, it's very naughty." It was obviously a very joking sentence, but when it was said in the tone of a woman whose life was threatened, the people who heard it shuddered.

The phone hangs up, apparently the only clue is the shoes, but what clues can the shoes give him?

Barts College of Medicine, Sherlock looked at the pair of shoes that had been preserved for 20 years, and John helped him sort out the data.

"Hi, Sherlock." The forensic doctor Jasmine pushed the door in. This little girl has always had a crush on Sherlock, but now she has given up. Instead of being a crush who doesn't believe the truth, it is better to get along peacefully as a friend.

"Did it go well?" Jasmine looked at the pair of shoes, "This kid's feet are really big."

"Well, it is indeed a big foot, and I love this pair of shoes very much," John raised his head, "But I think the murderer who can keep these shoes for 20 years is also a magical person."

"Found him." Sherlock looked up, and at the same time, the door of the laboratory was opened again.A man with eyebrows and eyes came in, and Sherlock frowned at that man. Few people could arouse his disgust the first time they appeared, and neither could McCoff, but I have to say, this man did.

"Sorry," the man said timidly, "I don't know."

"Oh, it's okay, Jin, come in quickly." Jasmine obviously knew the man well. "This is Sherlock Holmes."

"Oh, hello," as he said, Jin came over, knocked over a petri dish excitedly, and tidied up the things at a loss, Jin looked at Jasmine, "Then, the time remains the same."

"Yes." Jasmine smiled, obviously not angry because of Jin's flurry.

"Okay," Jin rubbed his waist nervously, "Then I'll go first." After speaking, he walked out, not forgetting to close the door.

"Jasmine." John looked at the girl, and to be honest, he was a little embarrassed.Especially on some issues, but he knows that this is a good girl, so.

"Living at home is not conducive to your weight loss plan, you have gained nearly three pounds, and, besides, that person is gay." Sherlock picked up the note that Jin had left under the petri dish just now. "Brow pencil, hair gel, and face paint Taurine essence, and this." Sherlock suddenly thought of something. "Botox!"

"What?!" Jasmine was already in a state of anger, but when she heard this sentence, she exploded instantly.

"Hey, Sherlock, this is a bit~" John didn't finish his sentence, and Sherlock continued quickly.

"That kid, Karl Bowles. Botox killed him. The world's largest drug paralyzed his muscles, so he drowned in the swimming pool." Sherlock took out his phone and edited quickly The conclusions are posted on the website.The moment the transmission was successful, the ancient telephone rang.

"Help me, someone." The woman's voice sounded again.

"Where are you?" Sherlock breathed out.Sending the address to Lestrade and reminding him to have a bomb disposal man ready, Sherlock sits in the lab chair looking at the shoes, it was his first case, it's a pity no one listened to him then .Now, it's another way to achieve your wish.

"Would you mind telling me more?" John clearly wanted to know the story of the shoes.At this time, Jasmine had already left, so she should go to break up.Sherlock picked up his coat, "Let's go to Scotland Yard and tell you stories on the way. Although I can't redeem my reputation as a mentally retarded person among your fans, I can attract more jobs." Sherlock blinked, he didn't He is a big-hearted person.But it turns out that John likes to listen to stories. Which of his previous cases is more interesting?Still have to think about it.

Scotland Yard Police Station, Lestrade appears to be defying gravity and trying to float himself, at least that's what Sherlock sees when he arrives.

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