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The bank service hall is full of people coming and going, and it is very lively.

"Ding ding—" the phone rang one after another.

Everyone has busy and serious expressions on their faces, serious white shirts, and well-fitting suits and trousers.

...and a standardized black leather belt, which is tightly bound around everyone's waist, like a prisoner under the gallows.

Suddenly a phone next to Watson rang crazily!

He plucked his uncomfortable ears and saw no one around, so he strode to the desk.

"Pa-ta--" Watson hung up other people's calls.

He happily turned around to look at Sherlock, just about to say something, but immediately turned his head... After rubbing his left cheek, he looked at Sherlock again: "It's so noisy here!"

Sherlock stared blankly ahead and said, "Who knows how they would regard such a place as Buckingham Palace!"

"Yeah, they are like old scalpers who can't breathe." After finishing speaking, Watson glanced at Sherlock who was looking straight ahead.

Sherlock felt Watson's gaze, squinted and gave him a vague peripheral vision, and then moved away immediately...

Watson froze for a moment, and pulled the corners of his mouth to the sides, trying to pull out a stiff smile...

That disdainful look... still angry?

Watson let go of the stiff facial muscles, and immediately turned his head to the side, never looking at Sherlock again!

The two of them entered a luxurious office, where the noise outside could not be heard, making the atmosphere even more silent...

Watson said in a bad tone, "Who are you here to see?"

Sherlock just opened his mouth and was about to answer more unkindly, but he froze for a moment, tried hard and said, "...classmate."

Watson looked at Sherlock inquiringly, because his micro expression was distressed...

It seems that as long as the relationship between people is involved, Sherlock cannot be accurately defined.

"Just use us like this?"

Sherlock said calmly: "You didn't show mercy when you slapped me in the face last time."

"... If you want to fight, I will accompany you at any time!" Watson opened his mouth and didn't know what to say: "Okay, are you satisfied now?"

"A little bit."

Watson glanced at Sherlock, crossed his arms and looked to the other side, ignoring Sherlock...

Soon, a high-spirited man came in, with the banker's usual domineering manner.

He shook hands with Sherlock enthusiastically: "Sherlock Holmes."

"Sebastian." Sherlock greeted in a friendly manner.

"Long time no see, it's been eight years." Sebastian looked at Watson out of the corner of his eye while making friends with Sherlock.

Sherlock looked straight at Sebastian and said, "This is my friend, Huahan Watson!"

Sebastian was taken aback for a moment, touched his eyebrows, and pursed his lips in disbelief.

Watson looked at Sherlock in astonishment, feeling at a loss for a while...

Sherlock didn't hesitate, and defined his relationship with him accurately...why?

He immediately stepped forward and shook hands with Sebastian politely: "Yes, Sherlock and I are very good friends, there is no need to doubt that."

"Oh, hello, of course I don't doubt it." Sebastian smacked his lips, but couldn't help but look at the faces of the two of them.

Watson blinked mischievously: "This is the way we communicate our feelings. Apart from picking up girls together, men should be able to fight together!"

Sebastian pursed his lips, held back a smile and said, "... I doubt he knows what it means to pick up girls?"

"You haven't seen each other for eight years, have you?"

Sebastian shrugged his eyebrows helplessly, and soon returned to the formulaic expression and condescending disdain that a successful person should have.

"Sit down wherever you want, do you want something to drink?"

Sherlock, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said after sitting down: "It seems that you are living a good life, and you often go abroad."

Sebastian said proudly, "How?"

"Flying around the world, twice a month"

Sebastian said mockingly: "Ha, I see, you are here again!" Then he smiled and said to Watson: "We are classmates in college, this guy always plays such tricks."

"Dear Mr. Sebastian, it seems that you are quite critical?" Watson said with a polite smile.

Sebastian's expression changed suddenly, and he looked at Watson sharply: "He always makes everyone feel insecure, he's an annoying guy. We went to the restaurant for dinner, and this bastard pointed out in a flash, you're coming Went fooling around for a day."

"I'm just observing the details." Sherlock turned his head helplessly.

"Okay, I travel twice a month and fly all over the world. How do you know if everything is right?"

Just as Sherlock was about to open his mouth, Sebastian said domineeringly, "Don't tell me it was a drop on my tie, some special ketchup from Manhattan."

"Do not……"

"Is that the mud spot on my shoe?"

Suddenly Sherlock fell silent: "I just talked to your secretary outside for a while, she told me."

"Haha!" Sebastian looked at Watson angrily and said, "Eight years have passed, it's really good!"

Watson immediately blurted out: "Well... remember to adjust the time back next time you are on a business trip."

Just after finishing speaking, Watson fell into a moment of confusion. He adjusted his sitting posture uncomfortably, crossed his hands on his knees, and moved his fingers regularly,...

Sebastian looked at Watson puzzled: "What?"

Watson smiled and said: "Your watch has only been on the market for a month, and it has crossed the dateline twice and has not been adjusted back... Also, don't have an affair with your female secretary, office romance affects work, and of course, it also affects family! "

"Uh..." Sebastian stared at Watson, narrowing his eyes in displeasure: "You are definitely friends!"

Watson said with a smile: "It is my honor."

Sherlock watched Watson pursed his lips and smiled, and immediately said, "Although he and his wife are divorcing!"

Sebastian gritted his teeth, trying to keep calm as a symbol of identity: "My bank was broken into illegally yesterday, and nothing was lost, but a strange graffiti was left behind. I think my security system has Vulnerabilities, if you can find the problem, I can pay you five figures."

"I don't need money..."

Before Sherlock could finish speaking, Watson stood up and took the check from Sebastian: "Thank you for the check, you are such a successful businessman!"

Sebastian took a deep breath, and immediately picked up the phone and asked the secretary to take them to investigate the site, otherwise his demeanor as a banker would probably cease to exist!

Watson looked at the yellow graffiti seriously, but his tightly pursed lips showed that he was absent-minded...

I have always been clear about my motives and purposes in everything I do, but... never before have I helped Sherlock fight back without even thinking about it like today!

...Is this still me?

He collected his emotions and said, "No one can climb up this high, but... why don't you steal something and leave such a graffiti?"

While taking pictures with his mobile phone, Sherlock retreated to the door, completely ignoring Watson, and then he wandered around in the office hall, attracting strange looks from countless staff.

Watson looked displeased at the staff around him...

Yes, that's the kind of gaze... When I didn't know how to cater to others, I was surrounded by such gazes!

But... Sherlock doesn't need to bear such a gaze, because he doesn't allow it!

Soon Sherlock walked into an empty office, "Fanku?" Watson took off the note at the door of the office.

Sherlock walked up to Watson and took the note from him: "Smart."

"You are talking nonsense. Only this office can see the graffiti. It is obvious that the graffiti is a message, and this guy named Fanku didn't come to work."

"Alright then, let's go!"

Seeing the enthusiastic Sherlock, Watson smiled helplessly, lowered his head and got into the taxi...

Sherlock pursed his lips, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, with a smile in his eyes, and glanced at Watson from time to time.

"What are you looking at me for?" Watson asked, frowning.

Sherlock puffed his cheeks, turned his head calmly: "It's okay!"

Soon the two came to the downstairs of Fanku's house, Watson looked up at the building, and Sherlock tried hard to ring the doorbell.

...After half a ring, there was still no answer from the Fanku family.

Watson folded his arms and said with a smile: "We don't have any chance of breaking into his house illegally, and there is no climbing around the building, unless you are Spider-Man!"

"Who's Spider-Man?" Sherlock asked, looking at the doorbell.

"You don't even know Spider-Man?"

"How do I know him?"

"Don't you watch a movie?"

Sherlock said impatiently: "Why should I watch a movie!"

"Then what do you usually do?" Watson paused and said, "How do you spend your time?"

"what?"

Watson looked at Sherlock puzzled, "You don't usually do nothing but investigate cases, do you?

"Why should I do those boring things?" Sherlock suddenly rang the doorbell of another family.

"What are you doing?" Watson asked puzzled.

"The doorbell is newly replaced, maybe this house is newly moved."

"Okay...you are amazing!"

Soon Sherlock cheated the family's trust, and went to Fanku's house through the balcony of the family...

Sherlock cautiously pushed open the French windows, the smell of blood in the air told him that something was wrong, he had to cheer up to face the situation in front of him...

Since the two powerful men climbed over the balcony, it would definitely arouse suspicion. Watson consciously waited at the door of Fanku's house, but...

Watson impatiently took out his mobile phone and looked at it, staring gloomily at the black door of Fanku's house.

Count on Sherlock to think of something other than the case when he solves the case, unless God can dance pole dance!

He rang the doorbell angrily: "Sherlock, open the door!"

Sherlock's footsteps paused, and soon, he decided to look at the specific situation here and ignore Watson...

When there was no response, Watson simply clenched his fist with his right hand and slammed on the door: "You're breaking the agreement again, right? I knew you couldn't be trusted!"

Standing in front of the bedroom of Fanku's house, Sherlock took a deep breath, then pushed away...

Watson stood outside the door and kicked the door helplessly: "You wait!"

In the bedroom was Fanku's body, nothing else. Sherlock seemed to be relieved. Just as he was about to open the door, he found that Watson had disappeared...

Watson first turned around and went upstairs to knock on the door of the family just now...

But unfortunately, the hostess of this house has left, and Watson, who cannot borrow the balcony, is even more irritable.

He took a few deep breaths, but still couldn't calm down.

I really want to beat Sherlock up!

Hua tugged at his collar angrily, and trotted to the side of the building.

On this secluded road, there is not much traffic and few people coming and going. There is only one truck parked alone on the side of the road.

Climbing up to the balcony on the second floor with a large truck may be a bit difficult, but it is worth a try!

With a run-up, he successfully stepped onto the roof of the large truck. As soon as he stabilized his body, he saw a figure not far away...

Watson half-closed his eyes, looking at the alley diagonally opposite.

At this time, a ray of light happened to hit the wide-angle reflector on the side of the street, and the line of sight on the right immediately turned into a ball of white light.

He frowned dissatisfied, and took a few steps towards the front of the car.

...But still not sure if the alley behind the reflector is the person he thinks.

Suddenly, a breeze gently pushed the white clouds to block the sun, and the vision on the right immediately became clear.

This person... must be the leader of the drug dealer who fought with him that day!

Watson was very confused. After being surprised, he rolled over and jumped out of the big truck to chase after him!

Suddenly, on a secluded street, a taxi popped out from nowhere.

He was caught off guard looking at the taxi...

In just half a breath, Watson jumped onto the roof of the taxi in one stride!

"Crackling——" the piercing sound of brakes ran through the street, leaving an arc-shaped brake mark on the ground.

The taxi was parked across the road, and the driver inside clutched the steering wheel in shock...

"I'm sorry!" Watson apologized calmly and ran towards the alley.

However, there was no one in the alley at this time!

...Damn it, it's gone!

Why is that drug dealer not in the prison, but appearing in the streets of London in a grand manner?