[Comprehensive wear] You will get used to it

Sherlock will be injured, and part of it is Yang Yi's problem. If Sherlock didn't protect him when the bomb exploded, he probably won't be opened by the bomb fragments, so when he returned, Yang Yi went to the store to express his apology. Bought a beautiful hat for Sherlock, let him cover the tightly wrapped gauze on his head.

"Are you suffering from Parkinson's disease, John?" Sitting in the taxi, Sherlock looked out of the window and looked at John dissatisfied.

"No, I'm just, just a little... I can't help it." John shook his shoulders and said, "Sherlock, you look like a transparent person now."

"Transparent! Do you think I'm like that stupid creature?"

"I mean you look a bit like you now, you need to be wrapped in gauze to show your shape." John poked the gauze on Sherlock's chin and said.

"Haha!" Sherlock sneered twice, "The so-called transparent person is just an optical illusion caused by the refraction of light, you would believe it."

"I don't believe it, Sherlock, it's just an analogy," John said.

"John, Sherlock has no sense of humor, don't make any jokes with him, you will be cold to death." Yang Yi said.

John laughed, and Sherlock pretended to be concerned and asked Yang Yi if he was cold, and planned to lend Yang Yi his blue scarf.

Yang Yi immediately pushed away, and said: "Sherlock, these days I have been having a very confusing question to ask you." "What question?" Sherlock said.

"Why do you wear the same clothes and scarves every time you go out?"

This is really a rather embarrassing question. In fact, John also had this question when he first met Sherlock, but he didn't ask it out of good intentions.It wasn't until after living with Sherlock for a few days that John discovered that many of the clothes in Sherlock's wardrobe were the same, especially his black windbreaker and blue scarf, which were his favorites. There were at least five of each in the wardrobe. There must be a lot of worn out sets.

Sherlock himself was not embarrassed at all. He lifted his collar and said, "I like this style of clothes, so I made many sets. If you have any good suggestions for my clothes, I will take them."

"You can try to change a few more styles, Sherlock, it will make people feel more approachable." Yang Yi said.

Sherlock shook his head indifferently, and said, "I don't need to get close to people."

"Then our outlook on life is really very different." Yang Yi said.

If Sherlock wants to pursue Yang Yi's success, the most important thing is to mature himself and learn to blend in with the crowd. Even if it is pretending, he has to pretend to be accepted by others, instead of being disgusted by everyone like a ghost.People like Yang Yi, who always live in no fixed place and are always in a state of loneliness, the longer they live, the more afraid they are of loneliness. In the first few lives, he could survive alone, but after a long time, he gradually began to feel uncomfortable. I like being alone, I don't like being out of the crowd.So if Yang Yi wants to find a lover, the other party must be qualified in communication skills. Sherlock is obviously not very qualified so far. The best communication he has now is John alone. It is because John has a good personality and is It's because of a veteran who is good at patience, but Yang Yi doesn't have the good temper to tolerate Sherlock's childishness and willfulness all the time. "You don't like me now?" Sherlock asked, pointing at his chin.

Yang Yi nodded at him. He had met the people of Scotland Yard a few times, and he could feel the miserable situation of Sherlock being isolated inside. Of course, Sherlock didn't think there was anything wrong with that at all, but there is nothing wrong with being a drifter. After being stabbed, Mycroft may not always be able to sit in the current high-ranking government position. When Mycroft is removed from power one day, the narrow-minded policemen who were offended by Sherlock in Scotland Yard now only need a person who hides the corpse The crime can make Sherlock go away.

When the car arrived at building 221B, Yang Yi got out of the car and walked while saying, "Sherlock, you don't need to care about people with lower IQ than you, but don't underestimate them. Do you know why we found out about Robert Taylor's criminal evidence today?" Will it be leaked? Just because you were killed by someone you offended in a small way. He just said something to a friend who worked in the bar under Robert Taylor's name. Damn Sherlock Holmes brought the case again It’s broken, and within a few hours you’re almost blown to nothing by a bomb, don’t you think that’s good?”

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and said, "Lestrade said that he hasn't found out the reason for the leak, Liu, how did you know?"

John also looked at Yang Yi suspiciously, "Can you tell us?"

Yang Yi smiled and said: "Government departments are the place where the most sinister and cunning people gather in the world. How could I just cooperate with Lestrade without any preparation, so I hacked Lestrade's place." Internet and phone lines, and mobile phone reception for key employees, so I can see what they're doing."

"Why do I hear your tone as if the network and telephone lines of Black Scotland Yard are a very simple matter." John said.

"As long as you find the trick, it's actually quite simple to be a hacker, and the more it looks like a system with high security technology, in fact, as long as you find a breakthrough, you can hack it in seconds, and it's not easy for the other party to find out."

"Maybe I can learn a little bit, so next time I might as well use the Black and White Kingham Palace Internet," John said.

"Hackers or something, I'm just talking about it. There are not many people in this world who can hack the government system. At least in the UK so far, I have only met Moriarty who has this ability." Yang Yi said, then turned around and quickly went on building.

John stared at the stairs and shrugged speechlessly. Just now Yang Yi said that Sherlock had no sense of humor, but now John felt that Yang Yi had no sense of humor either. The two were a perfect match.God knows he was just joking, okay? His computer skills are limited to browsing the web and playing games. Not to mention being a hacker to hack the network of Buckingham Palace, he can't even hack the wireless network of the neighbor's house.

When Mrs. Hudson came out of the room and saw Sherlock's mummy appearance, she was really distressed. During the years Sherlock lived in Building 221B, Mrs. Hudson raised Sherlock as a half son, otherwise Can't stand Sherlock's bad temper either.She gave Sherlock a big hug, then wiped her tears and walked to the kitchen, saying that she would help Sherlock make some delicious food to nourish his body.

"Mrs. Hudson, I want a cup of hot coffee!" Sherlock said, craned his neck.

"I'm not your servant, Sherlock!" Mrs. Hudson's voice came from the kitchen, but she must have been making coffee for Sherlock.

Sherlock nodded in satisfaction, and said to John while walking upstairs: "I'm going to take a hot bath, then put on my silk pajamas and have a good sleep. Ah, the weather is really nice today!"

John glanced at the water marks on the shoulders of his coat. When they first entered the house, it was obviously raining outside. The weather forecast also reported that there might be heavy rain tonight. How could the weather be better?Sherlock is probably the only one who can be so happy after being opened and bleeding all over his back. At least John has never seen such a person before.

Lestrade sat in the office and rubbed his forehead in pain. When he was in the hospital, he vowed to deal with the news leak, but in fact he couldn't do anything.There are hundreds of employees in the entire Scotland Yard. Although there are only a dozen people who can know that he has obtained the evidence against Robert Taylor, it is unknown how many people know about the materials once they are in the hands of others. Although he can read them All the monitor records, but there is no clue who sent the news, which is not bad at all.

As for Robert Taylor, Lestrade was even more immobile, even though he had a lot of evidence in his hand, and any piece of evidence could put Robert Taylor in prison.When it was found out that the murderer was Casey Taylor, he knew that this case would definitely end in nothing or find a scapegoat. He said that he wanted to negotiate with Robert Taylor, but he was only in a passive position.No way, the higher-ups department has a deal with Robert Taylor. As long as Robert Taylor doesn't do too much, those people generally don't care.This time it was just a few ordinary people who died, it was really not a big deal.

If Sherlock was blown to pieces or paralyzed in the explosion, his brother Mycroft might have put pressure on something to come out, but he opened a ladle and bled a little, and Mycroft couldn't even see his eyes. Will blink, maybe he will also think that it is not a bad thing for Sherlock to shed some bad blood and replace some blood.

Sherlock took a shower and changed his clothes and came out just as Mrs. Hudson went upstairs with food. After eating and drinking, he couldn't wait to go back to the house and go to bed beautifully as he said just now.After all, he had lost so much blood, and he hadn't had a good rest a few days ago, it would be strange if he was still alive and kicking.

But tonight was destined to be a sleepless night. When Sherlock slept until midnight, the entire wall on the second floor of Building 221B facing the street exploded into tens of millions of pieces with a "boom".Since Robert Taylor had murderous intentions, it was quite normal for one miss to come the second time, so in the middle of the night, someone threw a bomb at the wall of the second floor of Building 221B.Fortunately, it was winter, and all the windows on the second floor were closed. If they were open, the bomb would definitely be thrown into the house.

But this time the bomb still did not cause much damage to Sherlock. At that time, the power of the bomb exploded and knocked down the large bookshelves on both sides of Sherlock's bed. A triangular stable space was formed, and it also helped him withstand a piece of the ceiling. Otherwise, even if Charlotte was not blown into slag this time, she would definitely be crushed into a ketchup patty.

Sherlock really became a mummy this time, lying on the bed with his eyes wide open, not daring to move, for fear that if he moved, he would disturb the bed, causing two bookcases that happened to be stacked together to hit his stomach at the same time.However, looking at the half-empty ceiling above his head and the bed that was about to fall, he still shouted while trying not to shake his body: "Liu, are you okay? Liu!"

Of course Yang Yi was fine, he jumped to the ceiling instantly before the explosion, and used a defensive spell to block Fei Lai Wu, so he was not affected at all.

"It's not bad, wait a minute, I'll fix the bed, or it will be over when it falls down." Yang Yi jumped from the ceiling, and without any effort to move the bed, he directly took a sheet and tied it to the window sill. On the bedpost, just hang this precarious looking bed to prevent it from falling.

Yang Yi moved the bed, and Sherlock took the time to yell in the direction of John's room, asking how he was doing.John was also very lucky. His bed was right against the inner load-bearing wall, so the other three walls and the outer half of the ceiling fell down. The wall he was leaning against and the small piece of ceiling next to the wall did not fall down. , so he didn't suffer any serious injuries, but he was still scratched by the blind flying objects in several places.

"Fortunately, I just suffered a small injury." John frowned while pressing the wound on his arm to stop the bleeding.

Yang Yi fastened the bed sheet, patted the ashes on his hands and said, "I'm done, Sherlock, are you okay?" In fact, he knew that Sherlock was not injured when he smelled no blood in the room, and the sound just now Shouting is really quite neutral, and it doesn't sound like an injured person.

"If you can get me out from under these two bookcases, I think I'll be all right," said Sherlock.

"Then wait a moment." Yang Yi said, put on a coat and jumped directly from the big hole in the ceiling to the second floor.

The floor shook a little because of Yang Yi's jump, and the two bookcases on Sherlock moved down, and they were about to overwhelm Sherlock. He was quite calm about the situation, just aggrieved I feel that the space is too small and stuffy, and there is dust and the smell of fireworks everywhere. The air condition is really bad. After all, London has such a good air.

John stopped the bleeding casually, and came over to help Yang Yi rescue Sherlock from his own bed, and then the three of them went downstairs to find Mrs. Hudson, and after making sure that everyone was fine, they sat in the living room to drink Suppressing the shock while sipping hot coffee, I waited for the police car and ambulance to come.

In fact, none of the four people remembered to call the police and call an ambulance after the explosion, but Mycroft was monitoring Sherlock's every move at the best level 24 hours a day, so his men were on the scene as soon as the explosion happened. The police and hospital were notified.So the four of them had only had two sips of coffee before the remaining cars arrived outside the door, most of the police cars, two ambulances, and one of them was Mycroft's car.

Mycroft was completely relieved to see Sherlock sitting comfortably on the sofa drinking coffee, but he wasn't too worried.When he received the news that the explosion in Sherlock's residence blew up the entire wall, he did miss a beat, but he quickly adjusted. He didn't feel anything about what happened to his brother?And thinking of Sherlock's personality, he felt that no one would kill him. He just learned an old Chinese saying not long ago, "A good man does not live long, and a disaster will last a thousand years." Sherlock is a disaster. He probably lived all his life to give Mike Loft was looking for trouble, how could he die casually!

"Sherlock, if Mom knows that you have done something stupid and almost slept in the coffin again, she will be very sad." Mycroft said.

"If mom knew you were looking at your injured brother with a cold face, she would be even more sad." Sherlock said with a wide eye.