[sherlock] It's mine, don't move!

The London Underground has now passed the rush hour of people going to work. Countless white energy-saving lamps are intertwined against the luminous marble floor to form a daytime-like light. Crowds of three, three, and two are hurriedly walking up and down. On the train, John followed closely behind Sherlock and wandered through the complicated underground passages. Their goal was the unmarked abandoned subway platform between Westminster Station and St. James——Sumatra platform

"John, sometimes London is like a huge cesspool. All the beggars and homeless people will be squeezed here. They are the best informants. The problem is not that people have abnormalities, but who will know. For example, forever A bald man sitting on a wooden bench unsubscribing from a newspaper, a woman who always walks her dog on cloudy afternoons and leaves London without keeping her dog in a kennel, I need to know." Sherlock said deftly. While walking forward quickly, he bowed his head and used his mobile phone to orderly give instructions to his informants, and then miraculously avoided all the oncoming crowds.

"I know the whereabouts of some important people, and they are insiders. If they have any unusual changes, it means that London is about to undergo major changes, just like a mouse will leave a huge ship that is about to sink in time." Xia Xia Locke paused while speaking, because he was sensitively aware that John behind him had slowed down his pace by three steps, and when the people behind him finally rushed to his side, he continued: "Today, the parliament building will hold a vote. It’s very unusual that one of the rats that I’ve labeled as the focus of attention suddenly appeared, ha, something is going to happen in London!”

"Those informants told you?" John trotted hard to keep up with Sherlock's pace, and complained silently in his heart: People with short arms and short legs can't afford to be hurt!

"During this period of time, I have always felt that I have overlooked some very important things, but I have been unable to connect them. It turns out that the facts are very simple! The information transmitted by McCoff's agent who sacrificed his life directly and clearly tells I promised, and I would be so stupid as to be so damn stupid that Mycroft would use it as a laughing stock!!"

"John, I've become stupid!" Sherlock complained to John in a tone of serious self-dissatisfaction.

"Oh, very good! I finally heard the legendary Sherlock Holmes say that he is 'stupid'." John laughed very unkindly at this great detective who always despises all beings with his high IQ.

Oh, what a regret John felt that he didn't record this sentence as the ringtone just now. Inspector Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson must be very interested!So, John quickly grabbed Sherlock's arm, and under the detective's puzzled eyes, he begged in a sincere tone: "Sherlock, can you repeat what you just said? I want to record it as the phone ringtone."

"..."

"Sherlock, will you promise me?"

"I do not!"

"Sherlock"

"No!!" Sherlock didn't want to record that damn sentence at all, so he could only distract John's attention again, which is easy, isn't it? "John, we are here to investigate the case, not to engage in other irrelevant matters! Moreover, there seems to be no relationship between the puzzling intelligence, the mysteriously disappearing train, and Lord Moran who behaved abnormally. There’s actually an inextricable relationship.”

"Sherlock, what do you mean?" Forgive his mortal wisdom, he really couldn't understand the meaning of Sherlock's words at all. What did the information pass mean?What is the direct or indirect relationship between intelligence and this disappearing subway train?

"Use your rusty little head to think about it, John." Sherlock took John's hand and walked in along the less-traveled passage. They are now walking in a certain passage of Westminster subway station , this channel has an entrance that can directly lead to the abandoned subway station in Sumatra, "a train with a total of seven carriages departs from Westminster Station, but only six carriages remain when it arrives at the St. It can only mean that the last car of this subway train was manually unloaded by the driver when passing through Sumatra Station."

"Then, how to explain Lord Moran who disappeared out of thin air?"

"John, after we ruled out all the possibilities, the least likely one left is the truth. Lord Moran didn't disappear out of nowhere, he was just left at Sumatra Station with the last carriage."

"He bribed the subway driver to unload a car, so what does he want to do in that car?"

"You were not only kidnapped but nearly burned to death at the bonfire in Jacob's Church Square; Lord Moran disappeared with a carriage inexplicably between Westminster and St James's; today People who were supposed to be in Parliament to vote on the 'new anti-terrorism bill' suddenly went out, that's pretty obvious, John!"

"?" Excuse me, where is it obvious!

"Lord Moran wants to imitate Guy Fawkes in blowing up Congress on this anniversary today." Sherlock said his final conclusion.

"my God!"

John exclaimed. He really didn't expect that in this peaceful era, there would be such a desperate lunatic like Lord Moran, delusional attempt to blow up the British Parliament? !And on such an important voting day today, if he succeeds, he will definitely leave a strong mark and a notorious reputation in the history of the British Empire!

That Lord Moran must not be a die-hard admirer of Guy Fawkes, right?Tsk, what is wrong with imitating others and blowing up Congress! !

When John's mind wandered into space again, Sherlock took out a wrench and opened the iron gate leading to the entrance to Sumatra Station. Put it back into the pocket of the windbreaker, stretched out his hand to grab the dull bear, opened the iron door, turned the person in, and then closed the door again. He didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

"Sherlock, do we need to call the police?" Walking into the dark underground tunnel, John, who came back to his senses, held a flashlight in one hand and pulled Sherlock's clothes with the other, asking uneasily.Although, the man doesn't have any sixth sense to speak of, but he just has an inexplicable uneasiness.Come on, what they have to face is a huge bomb that is said to be able to blow up the Parliament Building to ashes!

This is not a child's play house game. If they are not careful, both of them will be blown to pieces, and there may not even be leftovers.He is still waiting to marry Sherlock, and he must not die before he is ready!

"No, don't call the police, they'll always do bad things!" Sherlock raised his chin proudly, and refused in an exasperated tone.

"However, it's dangerous for us to break into here rashly, without any tools or called the bomb disposal team."

"I don't need that group of policemen in my way, I just need you alone."

"But……"

The two held their mobile phones, stumbling their mouths all the way. Under the light of the flashlight, it can be found that the closer to the Sumatra Station, the more remote-controlled bombs are placed on the top of the tunnel, reflecting in the light. The cold light of the metal made John and the others feel their scalps tingling. At the same time, there were countless communication lines connecting bombs on the ground. The wires are working, like monsters dormant in the dark panting faintly, not knowing when they will raise their claws and give them a fatal blow!

"Sherlock?" John picked up the phone quietly, probably because he was underground, the signal displayed on the screen was 0, and when he looked up again, the big detective had already leaped onto the section and stayed in In the strange and dangerous carriage in the dark tunnel, John swallowed nervously, put the phone back into his pocket quietly, and could only jump on it tremblingly.

"Sherlock? Sherlock? What did you find?" John held up the flashlight and saw Sherlock standing motionless in the middle of the carriage. He became even more nervous when he didn't get any response.

"John, it seems that my original idea is still too simple. This carriage is not used to install bombs, but it has been transformed into a giant bomb." Sherlock's words came slowly, and the voice was not loud But John was so scared that he nailed him in place and dared not move.

"Then what should we do? Now... is it still too late to go back the same way and call the police?" John paused, raised his foot carefully and then lowered it gently, and walked to Sherlock's side tremblingly, subconsciously holding his foot. Tighten his hand.John didn't seem to realize until now how much he relied on this divine detective, but now that he was in a state of confusion, he couldn't spare his mind to think about these things.Let me ask, who would have the leisure to think about other things while standing under a pile of TNT explosives that could explode at any time?

"I think it's too late, John." Sherlock tightened John's sweaty palms and replied helplessly.

"Then think of a way!"

"How can you be sure that I will have a solution?" Sherlock looked at John's still extremely dependent eyes, his eyes flickered slightly, and rarely asked curiously.Sherlock doesn't understand why there are people like John in the world?John is upright, brave, kind, and adventurous just like him. He indulges him in character, takes care of him in life, and is his most powerful assistant in solving cases. The most important thing is that he always believes that his roommate is omnipotent and the world. An invincible hero, this person is simply the best partner tailor-made for him Sherlock Holmes!

"Because you are Sherlock Holmes." John looked at Sherlock in puzzlement, and blurted out the answer without thinking.This person is Sherlock Holmes, the great detective who was praised for being almost omnipotent in that world. Even if the world is changed and the time is changed, this person is still that Sherlock Holmes?

"You seem to trust me more than before?" Sherlock discovered from the first meeting that John's personality has changed a lot compared to two years ago, and his way of getting along with himself does not seem to have changed much, and he is even more dependent on his words and deeds At the same time as trust and trust, there are some complicated emotions that are difficult to explain, but they are not like the kind of lovers.Although John is trying his best to conceal it, there are still some clues to follow. He has used more than fifteen scientific methods to confirm that this person is indeed John H. Watson himself!So what changed this person?Could the two years of his 'sudden death' have really resulted in a dramatic change in John's nature?Because there was still a little doubt in his heart, Sherlock decided instantly in his heart that it would be a good opportunity to take this opportunity to inquire about it.

"of course."

"John, I'm glad you depend on me so much. But even if I have a high IQ, it doesn't mean I know how to defuse such a large bomb. So, would you?"

"I can't, I'm a military doctor, not a soldier, how can I dismantle bombs!!" John was really anxious this time, he really couldn't dismantle bombs, if he knew that he would come to such a dangerous world, He must have learned eighteen martial arts for self-defense a long time ago!You don't need to be able to fly planes and cannons, just want to save your life! !

"However, John always talks about being proud of being a decorated soldier." Sherlock shone a flashlight on John's face, and continued to babble in an aggrieved tone, "Besides, didn't you mention it before?" Did you ever defuse a bomb in Afghanistan? When a bomb was dropped in your medical tent."

"Even if it was dismantled, I forgot! Besides, when did I say that a bomb was thrown in my medical tent? Obviously that bomb was dropped in the trench where I treated the wounded!! What time is it now, You still have the mood to chat with me about these old things, hurry up and think of a way for me!! Use your brain that is comparable to the terminal cloud computer system to think carefully, don’t you have any information about dismantling bombs stored in your brain? memory?!!!"

"you……"

"Shut up, me what me?!" Without seeing Sherlock's complicated eyes mixed with relief in the darkness, John was concentrating on lowering his head and shining a flashlight on the main bomb switch exposed after the seat cushion was lifted. Nervously, he tentatively proposed: "Can we try to tear off the thread on the timer now?"

"That will detonate the bomb, John." Sherlock's more helpless voice came from behind.

"Hey, you still know?!"

"It's basic common sense."

Before John could refute, all the lights in the carriage turned on instantly, and the two light tubes of the timer, which John had been staring at, also began to emit ominous red flashes, flashing pale circles in John's instant. On his face, he looked inexplicably terrifying.With green-painted handrails, transparent glass windows, and shiny metallic walls under the light, this carriage looks no different from the train carriage that John took the subway outside. Bombs of great power were placed under all the seat cushions that were opened, and were connected to the timer under the seat in front of John with a black wire. After the light is on, there are bursts of "dididi" urging sounds.

The sound that sounded indicated that the time displayed in the bomb timer had officially counted down.They have 2 minutes and 30 seconds left!