save Sherlock

Suddenly, Mrs. Hudson appeared at the door and kindly reminded Sherlock, "Is the doorbell broken? The car you called is here, Sherlock."

Sherlock was deep in thought, walking around restlessly...

He roughly interrupted Mrs. Hudson's interference with him: "I didn't call a taxi, go away!"

Mrs. Hudson looked at the house that had been raided by the police, and said in amazement, "Oh, what are you looking for, it's such a mess?"

"This is narcotics, Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock pressed his hands to his temples, trying to sort out the case.

"But it's what I take for my back pain. It's herbs," Mrs. Hudson complained to Watson.

Suddenly, Sherlock, who couldn't bear it anymore, ordered everyone present loudly: "Shut up, don't move, don't talk, don't breathe, I'm thinking, and Anderson turned around, you are too intrusive."

"What, my face?" Anderson said angrily.

"Everyone, stand still for me. Anderson, turn around." Inspector Lestrade immediately gave the order, for fear of disturbing Sherlock's train of thought.

"Taxi..." Mrs. Hudson still seemed to want to remind Sherlock of something.

"Mrs. Hudson!" Sherlock yelled at Mrs. Hudson, so frightened that Mrs. Hudson immediately turned and went downstairs.

Suddenly Sherlock laughed nervously: "She's smart, smart, yes. She's smarter than you all, and she's dead, understand?"

Lestrade looked at Sherlock suspiciously, and everyone was also puzzled!

Sherlock had no choice but to continue to explain: "Her mobile phone was not lost at all. She fell to the murderer. When she got out of the car, she knew she would die. She left her mobile phone to track down the murderer."

"How?" asked Inspector Lestrade.

"What is how to track?" Sherlock asked back.

Seeing no response from the crowd, Sherlock said, "Rachel, don't you understand? Rachel"

But the reality is still no one understands, Sherlock smiled sarcastically and said: "Look at you bunch of idiots, it feels good not to be me, right? How easy it is, Rachel is not a name."

Inspector Lestrade asked: "What's that?"

Sherlock ignored Lestrade, walked to the computer and sat down, then looked at Watson and said, "There is an email on the box!"

Watson crossed his arms, showing no sign of wanting to walk to the box...

He half-closed his eyes and looked at Sherlock: "My leg hurts!"

"what?"

"I was beaten by you just now!"

"You hit me too, and my forehead still hurts."

"But my feet hurt and I can't walk!"

Sherlock wanted to say something more, but he didn't know where to start. He turned his head and glanced at Lestrade, just in time to see the aggrieved Anderson.

He ordered Anderson: "Read me the mail on the box!"

"What?" Anderson turned to look at Sherlock angrily.

Lestrade immediately gave Anderson a look, and Anderson had no choice but to suppress his anger, walked to the box, and reluctantly read out the email address to Sherlock.

While entering the address, Sherlock said, "She doesn't bring a computer, so she must be using her mobile phone for office work. The smartphone is bound to an email address. There is a website where she can log in to her account. The user name is the email address. Guess what the password is ?”

Anderson said dissatisfied: "The password is Rachel, we can read her email, so what?"

Sherlock sarcastically said: "Anderson, don't yell, the IQ of the whole street has been lowered by you. It's not just mail, it's a smartphone with satellite positioning, and it says that if it is lost, it can be tracked online. She wants Bring us before the murderer."

Anderson looked at Lestrade resentfully, and Lestrade immediately gave him a comforting look.

Watson watched this scene and shook his head helplessly...

Sherlock doesn't care about the eyes of the world, he lives cleanly!

Except that the drugs are really unacceptable...but he is undoubtedly a unique genius.

If... my hands were not stained with the blood of my loved ones, I might live like Sherlock, but...

There is always someone who deserves happiness, but this person will not be me!

Watson finally moved his feet, let go of his preconceptions and walked to Sherlock, looking at the location of the mobile phone on the computer.

He frowned, and asked Sherlock inexplicably, "Why is it at 221B Baker Street?"

"Why are you here?" Sherlock was also puzzled.

Inspector Lestrade said: "Maybe in the box you brought back, it fell out, but you didn't see it."

"I didn't notice?" Sherlock whispered to himself.

Watson said to Detective Inspector Lestrade, "We texted, and he replied."

Inspector Lestrade immediately told everyone, "Attention, look for a mobile phone in this building, it belongs to the victim."

At this time, Mrs. Hudson hurried up again: "Dear Sherlock, that taxi driver..."

"Mrs. Hudson, should you take your medicine at night?" Sherlock stood up irritably, walked to the door and looked at Mrs. Hudson and said.

Then he walked around the room again, and two seconds later, Sherlock stopped walking, looking at his phone blankly...

Watson glanced at Sherlock and asked, "Sherlock, are you all right?"

Sherlock held the phone and replied blankly: "No, I'm fine..."

"Why is the phone here?" Watson asked.

"No, I don't know." Saying that, Sherlock walked out the door.

"where are you going?"

"Go out to breathe, just for a while, and come back right away."

"Are you really all right?"

"It's okay." Sherlock quickly disappeared into the corridor.

Watson stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked down at Sherlock who had just gotten into the taxi.

He held the curtain tightly, pursed his lips, and his body was stiff.

The promised danger sharing... Could this be his means of retaliation?

... Are you childish?

Watson immediately took out his mobile phone and called Sherlock.

Hehe, I don't even answer the phone...

Sherlock's inexplicable departure caused everyone's dissatisfaction and disputes.

"He's a lunatic and always disappoints people. You're wasting everyone's time." Donovan glanced back at Watson and said, "You should take care of Sherlock. It's really great that you can be with him!"

Inspector Lestrade lowered his head and thought for a while, then gave up collecting the phone: "Okay, guys, let's call it a day." He put on his coat and asked Watson suspiciously: "What is he doing? What is he running for?"

"You know him better than I do." Watson replied coldly.

Inspector Lestrade said seriously: "I've known him for five years, but I don't know him well."

"Then why did you put up with him?"

"I am a dead horse as a living horse doctor." When Inspector Lestrade walked to the door, he suddenly turned around and said, "It is also because Sherlock Holmes is a great man. I think one day, if we are all lucky, he Might as well be a good guy.”

"Few geniuses are recognized by the world because they have their own persistence... As far as you ask, Sherlock is undoubtedly a good person." Watson said with a smile.

People like Sherlock are very arrogant, so arrogant that they don't care about lies and others.

So as long as his interest is in solving crimes rather than committing crimes, then there is absolutely no need to worry.

Inspector Lestrade looked at Watson, paused for a few seconds and said, "I hope you are right, but love is blind."

"Wait." Watson took a few steps forward and called Inspector Lestrade, "Where did I find love with him?"

"Anything, as long as you can make him stop being really anti-social!" Inspector Lestrade's eyes were full of pleading.

Watson: "..."

Inspector Lestrade bent down and picked up the bulldog, rubbed it twice, and couldn't help but show a fond expression: "What a cute little guy!"

Watson was a little surprised and said, "Do you like dogs?"

Detective Inspector Lestrade's hands were stiff, his mouth was pursed, and he hesitated for a while before saying, "Can't you? They are very loyal!"

"I just thought detectives were tougher guys."

"Am I not a tough guy?"

Watson thought for a moment before slowly saying, "You are very cute now!"

Inspector Lestrade withdrew his hand awkwardly, and left with an embarrassed expression on his face, but before he left, he still couldn't help but look back at the bulldog!

"Didi..." The computer beeped.

Watson looked back and saw the dead man's mobile phone location system, which was displayed at the Roland Kerr Professional School.

He immediately walked into Sherlock's room, took out a gun from the drawer, and smiled coldly.

The tiger-headed dog squatted at Watson's feet and asked, "Why are you laughing like this?"What are you going to do to Sherlock? 】【Don't worry, I won't kill him. ] Watson shook his head helplessly: [The mobile phone is with the murderer. It was here just now, and now it is displayed at the Roland Kerr Professional School. There is no doubt that the murderer was here just now, and then Sherlock followed the murderer away. ] After getting off the taxi, Watson entered the Roland Kerr Professional School.

There was no one in the school at the moment, only the sound of Watson's footsteps echoed in the empty corridors. He leisurely checked every classroom and called out to Sherlock softly.

Where will Sherlock be?

"Oh, it's so fun to play alone?" Watson looked at the window at the end of the second floor and saw someone pointing a gun at Sherlock in the opposite classroom.

Watson looked at the other side carefully.

Although no sound can be heard, there are two medicine bottles on the table, and the middle-aged man is holding a gun...

It seems that at first he wanted to force Sherlock to choose a bottle and eat it, just like forcing other dead people.

What a cunning murderer, killing people in such a way!

Soon, Sherlock debunks the murderer's gun as a fake, so this cunning trick will not work!

Sherlock walked to the door and was about to push the door to leave, but when he got up, he was stopped by the murderer.

Not knowing what the murderer said, Sherlock picked up the medicine bottle in front of the middle-aged man, and the man picked up another bottle.

The two took out the medicine at the same time and put it by their mouths...

Hua Sheng stared at this scene, his lips trembling slightly.

He suddenly cursed: [FUCK! 】

【What is Sherlock going to do? 】

[What are you going to do?Heh, he likes this kind of game, yes, I mean Sherlock regards life and death as fun...]