save Sherlock

The smell of blood permeated the small bathroom, the yellowed shower curtain, and the mottled mirror all had a smell of blood.

Watson looked helplessly at the dirty environment, then suddenly lifted a stool on the ground and threw it at the mirror.

"Kang Dang——" the mirror was scattered on the bathroom floor in pieces.

He took off his shirt, picked up a shard of mirror and poked it at the bullet hole on his left shoulder, blood dripping along the glass onto the floor.

As the strength of the right hand increased, blood suddenly splashed out and sprayed onto the shower curtain. The yellowish color mixed with the blood appeared even dirtier.

"Ding dong—" a bullet fell with the sound.

The cracked mirror reflected Watson's painless smile, but due to the broken relationship, the mirror image became distorted.

At this moment, I really look like the Fang family!

He covered the right half of his face, but still couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.

Finish it early and go back.

Soon after he finished treating the wound, he pushed open the door of the bathroom, and he could see a large bed.

A naked woman was sitting on the bed. The smoke rings from her mouth looked extremely enchanting under the dim red light of the room, but it was disgusting.

It has always been a trinity of pornography, gambling, and drugs. No matter which one you see, you can feel sin beckoning to you!

Watson shook his head helplessly, pushing away the woman who was clinging to him.

"I'm not interested in you!"

"Handsome, but I like you very much."

With a smile, Watson took out a piece of money from his coat pocket and stuffed it into the hand of the girl.

"You are so gentle, can we still meet?" The woman stopped Watson's neck and put on her lipstick seductively.

Watson smiled and blinked, then took his jacket and left...

It was midnight when we returned to Baker Street, and the lights in the living room on the second floor seemed to be still on. The blackout curtains inside were not closed, and the goose-yellow gauze curtains outside fluttered in the wind.

Suddenly a cold night wind blew, and the curtains fluttered up and down, like elves dancing at night, and there was a faint cold fragrance in the air.

Watson stopped involuntarily and looked up at the living room on the second floor.

Sherlock isn't asleep yet?

"Kara~" He gently pushed open the half-hidden living room door with his index finger.

The light inside was very dark, the whole living room was only lit by a lamp on the fireplace, the faint orange light was only enough to illuminate the only place, and Sherlock was lying on the sofa at the other end of the room.

Although Sherlock is hidden in the dim light, his three-dimensional facial features are even more aloof... Mysterious, people can't help but find out!

maybe asleep...

Watson frowned and approached gently.

"Huh——" Sherlock suddenly let out a breath, and then sat up: "So you really went to the SOHO area?"

"You have questions?"

"of course not……"

"Then can I go upstairs?"

Sherlock paused for a moment, then said quickly: "The smell of alcohol all over your body, the marks of cheap lipstick on your neck, the red hair on the first button of your jacket, and those marks on your body... well, you did go Red Light District!

But where did you go that afternoon? "

Watson put his hands back into his trouser pockets and looked at Sherlock with a smile.

"What do you think?"

Sherlock shook his head slowly: "No...don't know." Suddenly he raised a victorious smile: "But the dirt on your shoes came from a bridge hole."

Watson smiled helplessly. He crossed his arms and looked at Sherlock with admiration.

It was just such a flaw that Sherlock found out... But, it should be Sherlock!

"I didn't know you still have research on soil?"

"Of course... tell me!" Sherlock picked up a fighting knife casually, stroked the serrations on it, and asked lightly, "What are you doing?"

"You know men will be very tired at this time..." Watson yawned and stretched his waist: "Let's talk about it tomorrow!"

"Listen, John, talk about danger sharing!"

"Didn't you abandon me last time?"

Sherlock pursed his lips and threw the knife in his hand into the air: "You are my assistant, please show your loyalty!"

Watson was stunned, looked at Sherlock seriously and said, "Don't doubt my loyalty..."

"Why don't you say that in the red light district?"

"what?"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and looked at Watson displeased...

Suddenly, the knife in his hand flew towards Watson!

Watson dodged, and the fighting knife was inserted into the door frame.

"Mrs. Hudson will be angry."

Sherlock didn't speak, just stared at Watson motionlessly...

Watson smashed it and smacked his lips, bent down and picked up the bulldog on the ground: "Your eyes can't kill people!"

"Don't you think you should have an explanation?"

"I'm going to tidy up the attic tomorrow!"

"what?"

"It's too painful to face you!"

Sherlock suddenly became quiet, and fell down on the sofa, completely ignoring Watson!

Watson shook his head, and reluctantly picked up the bulldog and entered the room...

The next day, after Watson got up, he glanced at Sherlock who was still half dead on the sofa.

He said patiently: "I cleaned the microwave oven, put breakfast in it, don't throw it to me after eating, if you break a plate, I have to throw a plate, otherwise the odd and even numbers won't match, understand?"

Sherlock raised his hand, indicating that Watson can go shopping...

Watson stood in front of the shelves in the supermarket and had no idea how to choose shampoo and body wash!

What does Sherlock usually use?Strawberry?Lemony?

God, there were only a few brands before, and I never changed them...how do I buy them now?

Watson took a deep breath and chose two bottles with his eyes closed!

After the purchase was completed, Watson went home with plastic bags in large and small bags...

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Sherlock in a suit holding a book, sitting on the sofa and flipping through it very carefully.

Watson sighed helplessly.

...The premise is that Sherlock, your book is not upside down, and the corners of your mouth don't rise so obviously!

Sherlock was certainly not going to help, and Watson had to carry these things into the kitchen himself.

The kitchen was very messy, and there was a strange smell in the air. The flask that was originally on the table rolled slowly to Watson's feet.

Watson immediately covered the flask with his foot, then stooped to pick it up and put it back on the table.

There was a curved scratch on the table, which looked like it had just been made.

What kind of knife is this angle?

Watson opened the refrigerator while thinking, and when he saw what was inside, he clenched his fists tightly.

"Sherlock!" Watson shouted.

"I'm researching the coagulation speed of saliva after death." Sherlock said without turning his head. "He is a good man. He used to work as a cleaner in Barts Hospital. He donated his body after he died."

"Who told you what's going on with this crumpled head and the yellow scarf inside?"

Sherlock put down the book in his hand and said proudly, "Oh, that's Mrs. Hudson's."

"For God's sake, I don't think Mrs. Hudson has such a scarf from Arabia. And... the hair on it, the sweat stains, it's a man's."

Sherlock stood up, put his hands in the pockets of his suit trousers, and grinned: "...Maybe it belongs to Lestrade."

Hua laughed angrily: "Hehe, Lestrade is really fond of you. He wears a scarf to seduce you?" He shook the scarf in his hand.

"What do you think?"

"A killer, still from Arabia, with a samurai sword, as evidenced by the scratches on the table."

"That's right!" Sherlock blinked arrogantly.

"You made it so obvious, I can't see it, am I a fool? And that knife is under your chair... What about the danger sharing?"

Sherlock took two steps forward, looked at Watson and said, "Oh, you also know about risk sharing? It wasn't you who broke the agreement first?"

Watson opened his mouth to say something, but didn't know how to say it.

After being stunned for a while, he said, "You are so naive."

"Thank you!"

Watson folded his arms impatiently and lowered his head helplessly.

"Reconciliation!"

"you sure?"

"I'm pretty sure!"

Sherlock smiled and said, "So where were you yesterday?"

"I actually went to the red light district."

Sherlock took a step forward, staring at Watson without blinking...

"Sherlock, even if your eyes are comparable to subtle detectors, you don't have the ability to see through!"

"Are you calling me a gauntlet?"

"You think too much." Watson turned and walked into the kitchen to wash the dishes: "Do you still have lunch?"

Sherlock rolled his smoky blue eyes, angrily picked up his coat, put on his scarf and prepared to go out...

Watson stopped Sherlock and asked, "Where are you going?"

"bank!"

Watson thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Do you want me to go with you?"

Sherlock looked at Watson condescendingly, and said blankly, "You'd better hurry up, I won't wait for you."

Watson immediately put down the plate in his hand, and followed Sherlock to the street...

Passing through the revolving door with people coming and going, is a long elevator with black handrails and crawlers, which is moving in an orderly manner.

Watson and Sherlock ascend the elevator steps.

Seeing Sherlock who was silent all the way, Watson could only smile and say, "Don't always use such childish means of revenge!"

"It's all your fault!"

"But you're still naive!"

"You are provoking!"

"You sure like to dramatize everything."

Sherlock stopped looking around, looked at Watson and said, "When will you be on the same side as Mycroft?"

"Possibly a faction?"

"That means you used the self-control that an ordinary person should have, and went to the red light district to do something that didn't require self-control!"

Watson looked at Sherlock in disbelief: "You still really hold a grudge, don't ask me to buy anything in the future!"

"But I'm still stuck with you."

Watson paused, tried to restrain himself and said, "I'll give it back to you!"

"Heh, your control is not very good either?"

"what?"

"Don't you want to hit me now?"

"I'm glad you figured it out!" Watson clasped his hands together and made a "click" sound when he moved his knuckles.

"That's what you want!"

As soon as the words fell, Sherlock suddenly launched an attack, punching Watson directly in the face.

While dodging sideways, Watson raised his right foot and kicked back.

"Are you really fighting me?"

Sherlock grabbed Watson's jacket, bent his elbows, and pressed him firmly against the handrail of the elevator. The movement of the track was blocked, and it rubbed against Watson's clothes, making a "creaking" noise.

"It was you who wanted to beat me up first." Sherlock said with an arrogant smile.

"Okay... then don't blame me for really beating you!"

Watson raised his knees to Sherlock's crotch, and the two immediately distanced themselves.

Suddenly Sherlock landed a right uppercut right on Watson's left cheek.

"Bah!" Watson spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, immediately entangled him, kicked Sherlock on the chest, and pressed Sherlock on the elevator at the same time.

"You don't hit people in the face, don't you understand?" Watson triumphantly punched Sherlock on the right side of the face.

"Oh!" Sherlock laughed and cried out in pain, and calmly clasped Watson's left wrist.

Watson did not show weakness, he pinched Sherlock's right wrist, and the two hands crossed each other to clasp each other, and the battle reached a stalemate...

People coming and going looked at Watson and Sherlock in surprise, and a man even bumped his head against the revolving door.

Noticing people's gazes, the strength of the two hands gradually relaxed. After looking at each other, the two turned their heads in disdain at the same time.

Sherlock straightened his coat and scarf nonchalantly, and Watson calmly pulled back the jacket that had fallen below his shoulders.

The two of them calmly came to the front desk lady as if nothing had happened.

Sherlock put his hands in his coat pockets and looked at the receptionist calmly: "Sherlock Holmes."

Watson glanced at Sherlock's bruised right cheek, and crossed his arms in displeasure.

what?Don't look at yourself now!

"What's your expression?" Sherlock looked back at Watson and said angrily, "Your left cheek is not much better either!"

"Are you starting a war again?"

"It's obviously your fault."

Watson curled his lips in disdain: "Why didn't you say that you wanted to fight?"

The two entered the elevator noisily all the way, and Watson quietly moved his left shoulder.

Yesterday's gunshot wound must have opened, but Sherlock didn't see it.

The piercing pain was like a stimulant, traveling along the nerve endings all over the body, entrenched in the brain, Watson clenched his fists tightly, trying to restrain himself, so as not to let Sherlock see Ni Duan.

Pain only makes you more violent...