save Sherlock

Watson took a bite of the steak on the dinner plate and looked up at Sherlock helplessly: "Okay, okay...you're not shy!"

Sherlock half-closed his eyes, looked at Watson, and stared closely at the opposite street from the corner of his eye...

After a while, he retracted his gaze, turned around and looked at the opposite side intently: "Tell me about your danger?"

Watson let out a sigh of relief, and looked at the steak with some nausea...

Speaking of this criminal gang, I really... I didn't think so before, but now I really want Sherlock to be in such danger?

He put down the knife and fork in his hand and said, "A man named Moriarty, murder on Green Street, I happened to be there...Anyway, he's eyeing me, let me approach you, sapphire is the reward!"

"Close to me?"

"Probably in love with you, I don't know anyway."

"In love with me?"

"Why don't you think about how he got his fancy?"

Sherlock lowered his head and drooped his eyelids, thinking for a few seconds without gaining anything: "Um... I have many enemies, I don't know which one he is!"

"Do you have many enemies?"

Sherlock shrugged his shoulders, curled his lips in disdain: "Probably..." Suddenly Sherlock looked at the opposite street and said, "Look, the taxi on the opposite side stopped, no one went in, and no one came out, why? taxi?"

"what?"

Sherlock kept moving his fingers, and then said, "Smart, really smart."

"Is it him?" said Watson.

"Go and have a look." Saying that, Sherlock suddenly picked up his clothes, quickly pushed open the door of the restaurant, and strode out.

Watson followed suit and walked out.

Sherlock looked at the taxi ahead as he was getting dressed.

Suddenly, the taxi quickly started to leave the scene, and Sherlock immediately chased after him without even thinking, and was almost hit by a red car!

But he nimbly flipped over the hood of the car and continued on his way unscathed.

Watson ran to Sherlock and said, "Chasing?"

"Of course." Saying that, Sherlock began to close his eyes and think about something: "Right turn, one-way street, road construction, traffic lights. Buses, crosswalks, left turns only, traffic lights..."

"Then chase after yourself..."

Sherlock suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Watson puzzled: "Why?"

"I have something to do."

"What's the matter..." Sherlock paused, then said slowly, "You're going to find Moriarty?"

"I'm making it clear that he's in the dark, and the situation is very unfavorable."

Sherlock raised a touch of absolute confidence: "He will be found."

Watson lowered his head and folded his arms, looking at his toes without saying a word...

I have never trusted anyone, nor have I had any friends, but important things have always been protected!

He smiled and said, "But it's my business."

Sherlock looked at Watson with displeasure: "I just said that danger sharing, you want to leave me to play by yourself?" Suddenly he untied his scarf and put it on Watson's hand.

"Hey... what are you doing?" Before Watson could react, Sherlock tied his hands with a scarf.

"Go after the prisoner first, you won't be able to catch up if it's too late!"

Before Watson could stand on his heels, he was dragged by Sherlock and ran towards a building on the left.

Watson followed Sherlock to the top of the building, dumbfounded, and said, "You can't force others like this, can you?"

"You just said to be my assistant."

"Is there a relationship between the two?"

"Maybe, maybe not!" Sherlock strode across the gap between the two buildings ahead.

Since the hand was still tied by Sherlock, Watson didn't pay attention to the sudden force, stepped on the ground, and his body fell straight down.

Watson immediately kicked his feet against the wall and quickly searched for a solution in the air, but soon, he found himself hanging from the building by Sherlock's scarf.

Sherlock poked his head out, glanced at Watson, and immediately pulled him up.

Before Watson could stand still, he was dragged forward by Sherlock.

Watson, who finally came back to his senses, shouted to Sherlock angrily, "You did it on purpose!"

"what?"

Suddenly there was another gap in front of him. Watson ignored Sherlock and immediately concentrated on crossing the obstacle.

After arriving at the top of another building, Watson was about to untie the scarf while running, but Sherlock's right hand holding the scarf immediately wrapped it tightly...

The sudden shortening of the scarf caused Watson to bump into Sherlock's back, but Sherlock didn't look back, and continued to drag Watson forward.

Watson couldn't bear it anymore and said, "You definitely did it on purpose. What do you want?"

"Shut up, I'm going downstairs!"

Sherlock didn't choose the stairs, but grabbed the water pipe with one hand and slid down!

"Oh!" The sudden turn of events caught Watson off guard. He instinctively clamped the water pipe with his knees and fell to the ground in a little embarrassment.

"FUCK, Sherlock..."

Sherlock didn't give Watson a chance to continue cursing, and dragged him out of the alley, just in time to see the taxi, but unfortunately the taxi just passed by.

Sherlock turned to the right without hesitation: "Quick, this way!"

Watson took a deep breath, immediately calmed down, and said, "Let me go first, we have something to talk about!"

"Shut up, I won't be able to catch up in a while!"

Hua was very angry, but he had no choice but to be dragged away by Sherlock...

I really want to kick Sherlock in the back!

Crossing two small alleys, there is a street full of people coming and going. Sherlock is always holding on to the scarf, dragging Watson to run rampant among the crowd...

"I'm sorry!" Watson had to apologize to the person who was hit by Sherlock.

Everyone looked at Watson and Sherlock with strange eyes, especially the black scarf between them...

Watson rolled his eyes, and immediately ran to Sherlock at a faster speed!

He tried his best to block the scarf, so as not to make himself look so embarrassed: "Let go of me first, I swear I will never play alone."

Suddenly Sherlock speeded up and distanced himself from Watson, and the two returned to being one running in front and the other being dragged behind.

"Did you listen to me? Let go of me first, I don't want to beat you up!"

Sherlock made a sharp turn and Watson hit him on the back again!

Watson resigned himself to following Sherlock and ran forward...

It seems that Sherlock is not going to let go of himself!

He resumed his usual smile and said, "Let me go, no matter if you want to play urban parkour or whatever, I will accompany you!"

"Shut up, hurry up!"

Seeing that this parkour movement is about to become a marathon with no end...

Watson completely gave up resistance and tried his best to cooperate with Sherlock so that he could catch up with the taxi as soon as possible!

I really don't know what Sherlock is thinking!

Suddenly, Sherlock let go of the scarf in his hand, and rushed out of the alley...

Watson lost Sherlock's traction, staggered and fell at the entrance of the alley, and the accumulated water on the ground splashed up and drenched him all over.

He immediately got up, glanced at the messy sewage on his body, and cursed angrily: "FUCK, Sherlock..."

As soon as he raised his head, Watson froze in place...

Sherlock blocked the taxi with his body, and stopped it desperately!

"Police, open the door!" Sherlock opened the door, quickly glanced at the people in the car, and said disappointedly, "No, teeth, dark skin, Californian?" Then he looked down. At a glance, the sticker on the box in the car said: "Los Angeles, Santa Morica, just arrived."

Watson patted the mud on his body, and slowly walked to Sherlock with his eyelids down...

This is the second time, when Sherlock is in danger, he rushes ahead!

"Excuse me, are you the police?" the man in the car asked.

"Yes." Sherlock took out a police officer ID out of nowhere: "Is everything going well?"

The man in the car replied, "Yes."

"Welcome to London." After saying that, Sherlock left the car and walked to the side.

Watson immediately caught up with him and said out of breath, "Do you think that ordinary woolen scarf can really tie me down?"

Sherlock gasped and said, "Of course not, you have a fighting knife in your trouser pocket, which I collected for research in the last case."

Watson was stunned for a moment, blinked his eyes and said, "Okay... I took your knife, but you haven't figured out what the problem is?"

"what?"

Watson stopped in his tracks, held his forehead and said helplessly, "Then why are you still tied to me?"

"Then why don't you cut it off with a knife?"

"That's because you have repeatedly said that the situation is urgent!"

"Of course, how can you catch up if you don't hurry up?"

Watson couldn't bear it and shouted: "Then why do you have to tie me up..."

Suddenly, Watson froze...

It seems that Sherlock tied himself because he wanted to go alone.

I didn't cut it off with a knife because I didn't want to delay Sherlock...

Well, from all logics, it's all my fault... But, I always feel that something is wrong!

Watson shook his head, not to dwell on this nerve-wracking question anymore...

He adjusted his mood, resumed his usual smile and said, "It doesn't look like the murderer, but just happened to encounter a slowing car?"

"Yes."

"Don't be discouraged." Watson said as he took Sherlock's police officer's ID from his hand: "Where did you get this? Inspector Lestrade's?"

"Yes, as soon as he annoys me, I'll steal his things. You can keep this, I have plenty in my room!"

"How long have you been working with Lestrade?"

"No cooperation..." Sherlock suddenly said proudly, "It is he who asked me for something!"

Just as they were talking, Watson and Sherlock saw that the man sitting in the taxi just now was reporting the situation to the real police...

Sherlock took a few deep breaths, and said ready to go, "Have you caught your breath yet?"

"Of course, when you give orders, but don't tie me down with a scarf."

"Are you sure you'll follow?"

"I'm sure!" Watson was stunned suddenly: "Also... next time you stand in front of me when there is no danger."