{Fuhua}Stop it Sherlock

Ke, I swear if you don't let go, I'll show you the fighting power of a military doctor. John, who was completely unable to move, looked at the big kid and wondered if calling Priss back would make Sherlock look more mature.

Sherlock curled his lips, what kind of combat power does a military doctor have, except that it hurts to hit people and his marksmanship is very accurate.Ignoring John's protest, he continued to hug the little doctor to check the commission on the computer.

John looked at Sherlock, smiled silently, rubbed his back, and began to watch the case with Sherlock.

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☆, Hound

In a sense, Sherlock is definitely not a hard-working type, but his persistence in some things will not let him stop no matter how difficult it is, such as tracking down Moriarty. Nothing was left to chance, even including killing a pig with a harpoon.

This is what John wrote on his blog after Sherlock returned to 221B covered in blood.In this regard, Sherlock said that it was just a manifestation of extremes.

Afterwards, John called Sherlock God's favorite, and gave him a case when he was bored to kill a pig.

The doorbell rang, and Mrs. Hudson was frightened by Sherlock's attire and nagged out. Sherlock motioned John to open the door, which was obviously a client's visit.John saw that Sherlock was dressed in a nightgown, shook his head and went out, rejoicing that Sherlock was not visited when he was covered in blood.

When John went out, Sherlock flashed into the bedroom, changed his clothes as quickly as possible, and then sat on the sofa.When John came in with a client who had obviously received psychotherapy, what he saw was Mr. Sherlock Holmes, a consulting detective, private eye and Internet celebrity, sitting in the backlight, with his hands intersected under his chin and his fingers touching.The sunlight that fell on the room gave Sherlock a circle of golden light. To be honest, this look is really oppressive. . . .And it's easy to earn trust.

Sherlock didn't start working as a consulting detective until he had been a private detective for several years, and he still remembered what he was doing as a private detective.

"Henry, this is Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock, this is the client, Henry Knight."

Sherlock looked at John, then at the visibly frightened, older boy.John was already calling him by his Christian name in the time it took him to climb the first flight of stairs.It seems that recent psychology is not in vain.

"Hello, please sit down. John, don't you mind serving a cup of tea to this poor man who didn't even have breakfast? You must know that breakfast on the train can really affect a person's mood for the day, can't he, Henry?" Sherlock stretched out his hand Suggesting that poor kid Henry Knight has been terrified again after seeing Sherlock with psychic-like lines.

"How do you know, I ate breakfast from the train." Henry looked at Sherlock, it was like a psychic!

"You have this message written all over your body. I also know that the girl sitting across from you has a crush on you. You meant it, but then changed your mind. And your fingers, enjoy your first cigarette if you don't mind Well, it's not an easy ride this morning, is it? The first train from Exeter to London departs at 5:46. Not a very good time for you who didn't have a good rest last night. Obviously you are in a hurry, but Black coffee and sandwiches can be a disaster on a train. Trust, Henry, you're looking for a private eye, a cop for your hire, learn to trust, relax and enjoy your cigarette. You're a smoker, don't talk to me Pretend." Sherlock had recently been restricted from quitting smoking, and John had been very persistent in it.It is said that since the physical examination, John has paid extra attention to Sherlock's health problems.But looking at the little doctor's persistent expression, Sherlock felt that it was worth the fare. If John knew that Sherlock didn't change his life habits every time because of this, it would really let him see the combat effectiveness of a military doctor.

Henry breathed a sigh of relief and decided to follow Sherlock's words. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, but was interrupted by John's teacup.

"Henry, I suggest you go to the stairwell outside, where it is more conducive to thinking and organizing your thoughts, what do you think?" John raised his eyebrows in Sherlock's direction, and both Sherlock and Henry saw what they should see, Because Henry nodded, turned around and went out.

Seeing the nicotine and tar in front of him, Sherlock turned and went to the stairwell, looked at John who was smiling complacently, and curled up on the sofa to protest without saying a word.

"It's no use, you know." John walked over and started to curl Sherlock's head.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and held out his hand to John.

John shook his head firmly, and Sherlock continued to shrink back on the sofa.

Five minutes later, Henry, who had sorted out his thoughts, returned to the living room, and then was rushed by the resentment behind Sherlock, and Henry was taken aback.

"Is Mr. Holmes okay?" Henry looked at the private investigator who had emphasized on trusting him before, curled up in the sofa in a three-piece suit, like a big child.

"Talk about your case, he'll recover. You know, like solar power." John was sitting on the other sofa with a newspaper, which was his way of ignoring Sherlock.

"Strange characteristics." Henry put his hands on his knees and rubbed them.

"Go ahead," Sherlock said, getting into work.

"Have you ever heard of the Dart Swamp?" Henry seemed to want a little start.Sherlock nodded, "No." John understood Sherlock's bad taste.

"It's a beautiful place, even though it's a bit desolate." Henry fell into memories.

"Skip all the useless nonsense and go straight to the day it happened." Sherlock interrupted his recollection. "I'm not your therapist and don't need to hear your opinion on everything."

Henry visibly choked.

Half a minute later, Sherlock stood up. "Okay, if you don't know how to say it you can come back tomorrow. I'll ask John to give you another cup of tea." Looking at Henry's almost empty cup, Sherlock added.

"NO! You don't know what a horrible thing it is to have horrible memories. I lost my life the moment my father was bitten right in front of my eyes! Now, 20 years later! That thing is back Already!" Henry suddenly stood up excitedly.Even knocked over the almost empty teacup, and the tea flowed out and wet the carpet.

"What?" Sherlock focused.

"HOUND! A huge, bloodthirsty, ferocious, and glowing hound!" Henry seemed to be starting to collapse, and his hands began to tremble.John was on the other side in case he crashed or hurt someone.

"One, giant hound, killed your father?" Sherlock looked at Henry in disbelief. "Are you sure?"

"I saw it with my own eyes and listened to it with my own ears." Henry calmed down when he heard the question.

"How old were you?" Sherlock sat down on the sofa again, "Ten? Eight?"

"Seven years old."

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☆, clues

Henry's narration is not attractive, at least in the eyes of ordinary people, but Sherlock has been bored to the limit recently, so he took this case and planned to go to Dart Swamp with John.Sherlock felt that John packed his luggage significantly faster after following his mother to clean up the warehouse.

The two of them carried a suitcase downstairs. Due to regional restrictions, the omnipotent taxi was useless this time, so Sherlock called a business jeep for transportation.

"Who's going to drive?" Sherlock glanced at John with interest.

"Don't expect me to allow you to drive when you are anxious and lack of tobacco." John waved his hand firmly, and then pushed Sherlock into the passenger seat.

"Your driving speed will delay the progress." Sherlock wanted to fight for the last chance. Although he didn't like driving, he was almost bored to death at this time.

"If you want to make progress, you should take the train with Henry." John lit the ignition and started it.

"No," Sherlock absolutely could not bear the noise of the crowd.

In fact, John proved that he was not slow, and Sherlock also turned his attention to the case, a case of beasts attacking humans 20 years ago, and saw the attacker again after the witnesses of the year returned to the scene The evidence, a giant footprint, and that place, coincidentally, was a restricted military zone, and, Sherlock remembered, the glowing disappearing rabbit that he had seen on the website earlier.If Henry's narrative is not mixed with his own fantasy, then the hound will also shine.

In fact, both Sherlock and John have to take their attention away from finding Moriarty, which they have devoted too much attention to.Now the two need some other cases to relax.

When the two arrived at the place, the signs of the military restricted area could be seen everywhere, and there were some signs to avoid stepping into the minefield.Henry's residence is nearby, but Sherlock asked John to go to the Valley of Demons first.

Demon Valley is very famous locally. In this small town, Demon Valley is a must-see for tourists.In a vegetarian restaurant in the town, Sherlock and John booked a room under the introduction of the hotel owner's boyfriend.Sherlock uses the tip to assure the boss that it won't make them less money.

Sherlock was kicked out while John was packing.Just take this opportunity to see if there is any suitable intelligence.Outside the door, there are endless streams of travelers, maybe this is the peak tourist season, maybe this place is like this all year round.Sherlock walked up to the young man after listening to a tour guide brag.

"I bet you haven't, have you?" Sherlock turned and sat down in the chair behind the young man.

"What?" The little tour guide seemed to have been violated.

"I said, you haven't seen that dog, and you can't produce evidence. Except, the hood on your hand is obviously a tourist prop." Sherlock pointed to the huge, dog's head.

"That's not a dog. It's a hound. It's a demon. Like Cerberus! But it's not from hell, it's from a forbidden military zone. Maybe Borden Downs or Baskervilles, listen, it's absolutely true, the news is our country A friend from the Ministry of Defense revealed it." The little tour guide showed Sherlock in a deductive way. "Look at this." The little guide took out a digital camera, a blurry picture, with a black animal on it, and it can be seen from a long distance that this guy is not small.

"So it's true, right?" John saw the interpretation of the little tour guide when he came out of the hotel.

"It looks like you're going to make fifty pounds, but maybe not, because he still hasn't produced proof." Sherlock beckoned John to sit down.

"Hey, if you let me earn fifty pounds, I'll give you half of it." John was good at it, with a sincere and trustworthy look.

"Are you serious?" the little tour guide believed.Sherlock can see it without deduction.

"I never lie." John blinked.Sherlock turned his head aside, he only occasionally delayed transactions.Sherlock has already been fooled by John's little trick.

"Look, this. According to the footprints, this dog is taller than a horse." The little guide took out a huge plaster model from his backpack.It was a footprint, the one Henry said, a huge paw print comparable to a horseshoe.

"Fifty pounds, it's yours." Sherlock thought of some clues, but he had to verify it.Then he took out a fifty-pound note and gave it to John.

"Here's your twenty-five pounds." John took out two banknotes from his wallet and put them on the table, then put the fifty pounds that Sherlock had taken out at some point back into his wallet.

Sherlock walked to the Devil's Valley. As the locals said, it was very close and terrifying.This is a depression, surrounded by fog that seems to be lingering all year round, but Sherlock assured that when he stepped into this area, the fog was thick, although only a little.

When John arrived, Sherlock was about to explore the bottom of the valley.

"Sherlock," John called.

"What's the matter?" Sherlock stood halfway up the slope.

"The locals suggest not to stay in Devil's Valley for more than an hour!" John said at the top of the slope.

"I don't feel anything, it's just a rumor." Sherlock gestured to John and went down to the bottom.There, there was really a paw print the size of a horseshoe, and there were many faint traces around it. Sherlock looked around carefully, but did not find any other traces, such as hair or others.

"Come with me, John, let's find Henry." Sherlock strode up to the top of the hill.

"27 steps, now, I think you will run faster than that hound." John shook his head and went to drive.

"What" Sherlock didn't understand the connection here for a moment.

"Nothing~" John waved his hand, Sherlock pursed his lips and smiled, he understood.On the way, Sherlock looked at the little doctor with his thoughts written on his face, and thought for a while, "25, if you are on my back." John smiled, "NO, I will kill it." Sherlock turned his head to look To John who was driving the car, since when did the little doctor advocate violence?

"After I met you." John turned his head and smiled, "You always make me want to beat you."

"You won't." Sherlock smiled confidently.

"Who said that?" John looked at the detective who would never joke at this time.

"Irene Adler."

"You know what, I want to punch you right now, but I want to save it for the next time your phone rings with an untimely gasp."

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☆, base

Henry is not as ordinary as imagined. On the contrary, this room shows that this young man is very successful in his career.

"Why not change the color?" Sherlock looked at the room either in black or in white, even including the coffee cups.

"Uh," Henry took the coffee pot and added coffee to the three of them's cups. "No need to answer. I'm just asking casually." Sherlock nodded, interrupting Henry's hesitation.

"No sugar, thanks." John stopped Henry from adding sugar to his coffee.

"So, what do you need from me?" Henry put down the coffee pot and sugar bowl.

"Accompany us to the Valley of Demons, I thought there are some things that only you can see." Sherlock sighed about Henry's coffee.It doesn't taste that good to be honest.

"When?" Henry was very obedient and trusted his detective.

"Tonight, maybe. When the sun goes down." Sherlock put down his glass and turned. "Mind if we take a look?"

"No, of course, do I need to prepare anything for my trip at night?" Henry gestured at guns, knives and the like.

"It's enough to make yourself smarter." Sherlock ignored Henry and walked into the room.

"What he means is that you can do it yourself." John shook his head and continued to clean up the follow-up for Sherlock.

In a room, Sherlock saw the hound that Henry was trying to draw. It was ferocious, covered with long black hair, full of sharp teeth, and scarlet and fierce eyes. Sherlock lamented Henry's psychological shadow area.

"Uh, Mr. Holmes." Henry brought over a video tape, "Maybe this can help you understand Dart Swamp."

Sherlock nodded to indicate that he heard it, and then turned to the living room, where Henry played the video.John turned straight on the bar stool in the dining room with his coffee.

This is a video of a TV show. Sherlock's attention is in the military base mentioned in the video, not far from here.Moreover, Henry's painting level has improved a lot since he was nine years old.At least it can be seen that it is a dog.

The video didn't end, and Sherlock signaled John to go out.Henry looked at the detective who was going out with his clothes inexplicably, "What's the matter?" John thought about where Sherlock was going, and shrugged, "After the sun goes down at night, wait for us in Devon Valley. Bring a flashlight."

Sherlock sat in the cab and opened the co-pilot's door for John. "If we're fast enough, we'll be back before dinner." "I never thought you needed dinner, when you were on a case."

"That just represents a period of time." Sherlock didn't deny it, he thought John's helpless expression was cute.

It turns out that Sherlock is indeed faster than John, at least he is familiar with the performance of this car.John pouted, "You're a good driver."

"Actually, it's my car." Sherlock looked at the car that he hadn't used much since he owned it.Ignoring John's expression, it took less than half an hour to reach Baskerville.

"Please show the pass." The guard at the door stopped the car, and Sherlock handed over Mycroft's pass.

"Which Minister's?" John agreed with Sherlock's habit of collecting documents, at least it would be convenient.Of course there are dangers too.

"It's from the British government." Sherlock pursed his lips, "One is enough." Calculating the exposure time, Sherlock decided to speed up his action, and at this moment the guard returned the certificate to Sherlock.

"Who is the leader here?" John turned his head and asked.

"It should be a colonel, I don't know him." Sherlock thought about it, "Ask him what to do?"

"In case we don't know when we're invited to tea." John rolled his eyes and smiled.Sherlock didn't know why, so he didn't quite understand it.The car continued to drive, all the warnings on the road and the guards who could shoot at any time suppressed the atmosphere here.

"Gentlemen," said a soldier getting out of a military vehicle. "Are we in any trouble?"

"It's our trouble, it's just a temporary inspection." Sherlock was a good leader, but he was nothing like McCaw.Let people know at a glance that they are government officials. "Your reaction speed is qualified."

"Your information has been reported. We have top secrets here, and generally do not accept inspections." The soldier had a good attitude. "Corporal Lyons, I am from the Security Department."

"It's just a surprise inspection, take it easy." John took out the gun "Captain John Watson. The Fifth Northumberland Regiment."

"Sir." The corporal saluted, and the army's set works everywhere. "Major Barrymore will not be pleased. He wishes to see you."

Major?Sherlock is darkened, and the danger level is reduced. "We don't have a lot of time for tea. Your base is huge, so you need to check it thoroughly."

"Lead the way, Corporal. This is an order." John's tone was serious.But Sherlock found it inexplicably cute, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, and then recovered quickly.

"Yessir." The corporal ran forward and opened the first door.Sherlock then swiped the card with Mycroft's identification, and from this moment on, the time for them to guarantee safety began to count down.

John frowned slightly. As a soldier's understanding of military bases, this is not an ordinary weapon research.

Sherlock counted the time as the doors opened one after another.Occasionally ask some questions. After arriving at a hall, the animals used in the experiment are displayed in twos and threes, "Are there many kinds of animals here?"

"Countless." The corporal replied, and Sherlock noticed that the corporal's actions were very rigorous, and it seemed that this old military base still played a big role.

"Is it tightly locked up? Has there been any escape incident?" Monkeys are very sensitive to the arrival of strangers, and the animals here are more easily agitated.Sherlock sees a man in a gas mask appear, nearly 60 years old but tall.

"Unless they know how to use an elevator, we don't have that smart breed yet." The corporal introduced the man, "Dr. Francoran. These two are here for a visit."

"Newcomers? Fortunately, you are not here to repair the faucet, otherwise you will stay." Dr. Frankoran stared at the two of them, and he seemed to have found something but left without saying anything.Sherlock looked at this doctor who didn't match the temperament here, maybe it was a breakthrough.

In another laboratory, the corporal greeted the female doctor inside, "DrStapleton,"

The unusual surname and location of "Stapleton" make Sherlock believe that there are no coincidences in the world.

"Who are these two?" Dr. Stapleton was recording the experiment.He looked up and saw two strangers.

"The highest-priority officer is sent by the higher authorities to inspect." The corporal obviously received the latest news.

"Yes, I don't think you should have reservations about us." Sherlock looked at Dr. Stapleton. "What are you doing in Baskerville?"

"I don't think I can say, it involves authority." Stapleton smiled, with a good attitude.

"So," Sherlock wrote in the notebook he carried with him, and showed it to Stapleton.It says 'Bluebell'. "I promise I've heard that name before."

"Obviously you know my daughter." Stapleton pursed his lips. "Gene combination. Simple job."

"A moment of silence for your daughter's rabbit." Sherlock looked at the time, "Glowing rabbit, what a pity. Alright corporal, here we go, we already know what we want. Is this the right way?" The phone prompts The speaker rang, and it was Mycroft texting 'what are you doing? MH' Sherlock smiled, "23 minutes, Mycroft was much slower." John caught a message, Sherlock used his brother's identity to do investigations or, in other words, to make trouble, not the first time that McCoff It can be concluded immediately that it is his brother who stole his identity information.

Sherlock walked to the door first, and when the elevator opened, Dr. Frankland was in the elevator, and Sherlock suspected that he was waiting for them.

"Hi, we meet again." Frankelan said in surprise.Sherlock didn't speak, sorting out clues in his mind.John chatted with the corporal.

When the elevator door opened again, a bearded man appeared in front of the door.

"Major."

"why no one informed me"

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☆, red eyes

Major Barrymore was very disgusted with the so-called inspection by Sherlock and the two of them. Sherlock didn't plan to pay attention to him and just responded that he kept walking. The departure of the corporal made Sherlock quicken his pace again.At this moment the alarm sounded.

"Identity is not authorized! Major."

"Aha, So, who are you, there is no such thing as Mycroft Holmes, right?" Major Barrymore stared at Sherlock's eyes like a cat's dog.

"If that's the case, then there's something wrong with your computer." Sherlock rolled his eyes, why did this major become the top leader of a military base that is still in use.

"That's right, corporal, believe me, this is definitely a misunderstanding." John looked at the nervous corporal and smiled, "Relax."

The siren was still ringing, and it was still impossible to confirm whether these two people who were not nervous at all were intruders under such circumstances, which made Major Barrymore a little angry.

"Aha. I remember." Dr. Franklan extended his hand to shake Sherlock's hand, "How did I expect to see you here, Mr. Holmes." Sherlock looked at the doctor who was winking at him, and felt that what he said was the truth. "Major, this is Mr. Mycroft Holmes. It's all because I am too old to have a bad memory. I met him at a WHO meeting. Is it right in Ethiopia?"

"Vienna." Sherlock nodded cooperatively, and Major Barrymore signaled the corporal to turn off the alarm. "I hope you will take responsibility for what you say."

"Of course, leader, I'm not here enough." Francoran smiled. "Corporal, I'll see you off."

Coming out of Baskerville, Sherlock drove directly to Devil's Valley. "That doctor, it's weird." John looked at Sherlock who was thinking.Is this guy still thinking about the question just now?

"Which one? Stapleton?" Sherlock did have doubts about her. "It is now certain that Stapleton used genetic technology to experiment. The question is whether she has used it on more dangerous species."

"If she has, then what Henry saw was made by her?" John tilted his head, "I think Henry is more like seeing his own imagination."

"Do you imagine that we will know tonight." Sherlock braked and stopped the car in front of Henry.It was completely dark by this time.

Henry walked in front, and Sherlock and John walked behind. I don't know if it was because he was accompanied by someone, Henry felt that his sense of fear was much less.

The fog in Devil's Valley at night is thicker.Entering the bottom of the valley, surrounded by surrounding areas, the top of the slope has been completely shrouded in fog.Can't see further afield at all.Sherlock saw the footprints seen during the day, and roughly identified the direction.Looking up, he found that Henry in front had disappeared.Sherlock's hand tightened suddenly, feeling the palm of his hand still breathe a sigh of relief.

"What's the matter?" John asked, Sherlock turned his head, a pair of red eyes were in the bushes far behind John, this was impossible, Sherlock closed his eyes, then opened them again, John's face came into view "Did you hear that?" John pointed around.In the dark, the whimpering sound of wild beasts was faintly heard, similar to howling of wolves but rougher than howling of wolves.More like the bark of a large dog, do hounds really exist?The flashlight hit a tree vine, the sound of animals passing by quickly, and a passing figure.It was a black animal. Sherlock collected himself, and the light of the flashlight traced the direction just now.

The voice was still there, but the owner of the voice did not appear again, until Henry staggered over from the other side of the valley and shouted, "That's true, Hound!" Sherlock lowered the flashlight, and the light spot shook slightly, John Behind him, Henry is in front, here is Devil's Valley.No here, no hounds here.

"Let's go." Sherlock pulled John, Henry followed behind and panted abnormally.In the car, Sherlock sent Henry home, and then stayed in the car by himself, letting John take the patient in.

Everything just now was very real, but there must be other reasons for it, and Sherlock suspected it was all an illusion from the very beginning.He didn't hear the dog bark until John reminded him, and when he began to doubt whether the hound was there, the figure flashed by.But the first red eyes appeared without warning.It's so obvious in the darkness and mist that if it's fake, it's real.

By the time John got into the car Sherlock had returned to normal, at least on the surface.

Late at night, when Sherlock got up, there were still drunks in the restaurant of the hotel.Sherlock asked the waiter for a glass of whiskey and walked to the fireplace.He clearly knew that what he saw and heard just now was a hallucination, but he couldn't find any evidence to convince himself that it was an hallucination.

The fire was burning brightly by the fireplace, but Sherlock only felt a chill coming from the bottom of his heart.The hand holding the wine glass trembled unconsciously.Sherlock had to admit that a feeling that had disappeared at a young age came back to him, fear.If Sherlock's brain is like tense strings at this time, then every string is humming involuntarily now, and Sherlock by the fireplace tries to calm himself down.Whiskey did not do much for him at this point.Sherlock pulled a cigarette from the inside of his coat and stopped him with a hand from behind.Sherlock looked up, smiling.

"It's good to quit." John put down his glass and let Sherlock wrap himself in his arms.Feeling the body temperature of the person in his arms, Sherlock's chill seemed to be eased.

"Now that we know it's real, are you scared?" John nestled into Sherlock's arms, and Sherlock put his chin on John's shoulder and shook his head. "It's an illusion, it's impossible. But I can't figure it out." evidence!"

"There is really a big dog. Do you remember the photo taken by the tour guide? That black dog is real." John took out a receipt from his pocket, and the name of the hotel on it was the hotel they stayed in.But the item does have meat, a lot of meat.

"As a vegetarian restaurant, there seems to be too much meat here." John waved the receipt, "evidence."

Sherlock's brain was running fast, "This can only prove that one dog is real, but not the other one is fake." John looked at Sherlock who was caught in an endless loop, and raised his forehead.

"Let me tell you with the intuition of a soldier, the other one is definitely an illusion."

"Evidence." Sherlock looked at John with a smile on his lips.John gritted his teeth and was kissed by Sherlock.

"I have a guess, but confirmation will have to wait until tomorrow.

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☆, blood, medicine

The next day, the two who came out for breakfast saw Lestrade drinking tea on a bar chair.Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "Help is here." Lestrade put down the coffee cup in his hand, and then looked at the two of them, "You won't believe that I came here by chance, so, how can I help?"

"Very well, it just so happens that there is an incident that requires regular police investigation." Sherlock took out the receipt from John's pocket, "The owner of this restaurant has a giant dog to deceive tourists. I think you should start an investigation."

While Lestrade was passing, Sherlock called Mycroft asking for investigative rights to Baskerville.Of course, he used the identity of Mycroft. For McCoff, who was playing games with the terrorists, he could only hope that his younger brother would be a little more modest, or that it was John beside him.

"Who are you going to investigate there?" John got into the car, and Sherlock drove, but did not head in the direction of the military base.

"Don't go there first, go prove something first." Sherlock drove to Henry's house.

Henry is receiving psychotherapy.His psychiatrist still felt that it was something a child imagined and encouraged Henry to face it.But Henry was obviously deeply affected, and he was always in fear and even lost control of his emotions.

"Calm down, calm down," Louise Mortimer tried to salvage the situation.The ringing of the doorbell made Henry's spirit even more tense.Louise leaves Henry to answer the door, where a detective and his assistant stand outside.

Sherlock said, "We are Henry's friends, and we need to find him for some things."

"Actually, he is not in a very good condition now. If things are not urgent, can you..."

"Sorry, I'm afraid we don't have much time. John, you talk to this lady." Sherlock walked in the door.

Where the painting was found last time, Henry was curled up and hiding in a corner.

"Henry. It's me, Sherlock," Sherlock approached Henry, baring his head. "You're remembering that day right now. What else did you see? Other than the dog. Tell me."

"Free, in, free, there are only these two words, free, and, in" Henry spoke tremblingly, and then stood up supporting Sherlock's arms. "I saw it, in a trance, so it's real, isn't it? It's in my head."

"Yes, yes, I believe you, and now, Henry, do you mind if I take a little of your blood?" Sherlock pulled out a small syringe.

"No, but what are you going to do?" Henry rolled up his sleeves obediently.

"Just some tests, about your case." Carefully draw a needle of blood and seal it.Sherlock turned back "Now you need a good rest."

"I'll try my best." Henry shook his head, apparently without hope.

Sherlock knew it wasn't the right situation, but he really wanted to recommend a sleeping pill.

Walking out the door, I saw Dr. Franklan annoy Henry's psychiatrist away.Why hadn't he noticed something so obvious before?

"Hey, Sherlock, how is Henry?" Franklin greeted Sherlock naturally.

"Emotionally unstable, obviously I can't help you with anything." Sherlock shook his head, and it was true. "We are going to Baskerville, are you interested?" Sherlock gave John a wink, and he believed that John saw understood.

"Is there anything suspicious there?" Franklin said, but picked up the coat in his hand, obviously intending to go with the two.To be honest, it was only yesterday that Franklan's enthusiasm for this matter far exceeded the general category.Speaking of which, although he and Henry's father are good friends at the same time,