save Sherlock

There is a road on the right, two alleys, two roads on the left, an alley, and an alley directly opposite...

Watson was isolated by the side of the road, only turning his eyes to observe the terrain.

Why has no one said that the streets of London are so complicated?

... No, Sherlock can memorize the streets of London to perfection, comparable to a satellite!

He raised his head helplessly and took a deep breath of cold air.

Both sides of the street are full of white, low two-story British buildings, with complex carvings, round arches, and curved lines, like a mess, making people dizzy!

Even if there is only an old woman in a royal blue coat pushing a stroller on the road at this moment, it feels very "lively"!

Watson put his hands in his trouser pockets irritably, and just took a few steps back when he suddenly froze in place.

An old woman with a stroller?

He took a few steps backwards, leaned out and looked at the old woman's pair of red high-heeled shoes.

The slender heels are inlaid with fashionable rhinestones, two strands of red hair float out from under the bohemian-style headscarf, and the black sunglasses are actually Ports' new style!

Fashion grandma?God, are you kidding me?

Watson quietly followed to the alley across the street...

"Don't worry, I'm not here to kill you." The woman gracefully took off her scarf, revealing her red hair.

"Didn't they come to kill me? Who was that person that day?" the drug dealer leader asked coldly.

Watson stood in the corner with his arms folded, and smiled helplessly.

35, 24, 37, I can't forget such a figure...

Who is this charming lady killer!

She took off her sunglasses calmly and smiled charmingly: "That day... that was a cute little guy, I really like him! But, he is not one of us."

The leader of the drug dealer stared at the woman for a long time, and after a while he said, "Okay, the police siege, this mission failed, you have to give me a hiding place!"

"Of course..." The woman took out a wad of money and a plane ticket from her exquisite handbag: "Follow the instructions inside, and you will arrive at the safest place."

Seeing the mocking smile on the corner of the woman's mouth and the killing in her eyes, Watson raised the corner of her mouth in disdain.

After a while, there will definitely be another bloody scene, who is this cute lady killer, who likes to get blood dripping...

"Okay, but I want to see your boss." The drug dealer leader took the money and the plane ticket, biting his lip and said.

"I know you must be suspicious, but..." The woman walked up to the drug dealer and stroked his neck charmingly: "I've never seen Moriarty."

"Haven't you seen it?" The drug dealer leader frowned.

The woman's hand stopped suddenly, and she walked back to the stroller.

She turned her back to the drug dealer and said, "I really want to help you...but the deal will continue tonight."

"Who's going?"

"That's the point." The woman curled her lips mischievously: "You are not as important as you think."

"What do you mean?"

The woman's half-closed eyes opened with a whoosh, and while her pupils shrank rapidly, she took out a pistol from her bosom.

"Bump—" Before the woman could shoot, a bullet exploded beside her.

She quickly flipped back and used the baby carriage to block the attack of the drug dealer leader.

The drug kingpin approached the woman step by step, and the bullet grazed the armrest of the stroller, sending a flash of sparks.

The smell of gunpowder filled the alley, and the dust kicked up by the bullets mixed in the cold air.

The woman crouched on the back of the stroller, holding her breath.

Suddenly, she rolled forward and came in front of the drug dealer leader, and shot the drug dealer in the abdomen with precision.

Then she jumped up and kicked the dealer over, stomping hard on the gunshot wound to his stomach.

"Ahhh!" The drug dealer yelled in pain, and the blood spurted from his abdomen splashed onto his face.

The woman smiled and raised her pistol as she trampled on his wound.

"Pengpeng——" After two gunshots, the drug dealer's mind exploded.

The yellow and white stuff mixed with blood smeared all over the ground...

I knew that this girl liked this, but this method was too rude and not artistic at all!

The woman picked up her sunglasses, straightened her hair, and quickly left the scene.

Watson thought for a while, and then slowly walked out from behind the wall. In order not to damage the scene, he had to switch legs from one leg to the other, bouncing to the corpse.

This scene is really messy!

Soon, Watson found a note from the inside bag of the drug dealer's suit...

He held the note in his hand and calmly left the scene.

Should I call the police this time?

... No, this matter is too strange, just go by yourself!

"Ding ding——" Watson took out his hand to answer while thinking.

"Where are you, why can't I find you?"

On the other end of the phone was Sherlock's excited voice...

Watson looked down at the black road, his fists loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again!

Sherlock still has the nerve to call?

The downstairs of Fanku's house was full of police cars, and there were yellow cordons everywhere. It was too obvious that idlers were not allowed to enter!

"Hey, Fanku is dead!"

Watson sat down on the flower bed by the street, and said coldly, "Didn't I remember that you liked to send text messages?"

"Oh! There are dead people and corpses this time."

"Hehe...you don't know what you did wrong?"

"what?"

Watson looked at the shrubs in the flower bed expressionlessly. It was spring, and the buds stood proudly on the branches. No matter how you look at it, it looks like Sherlock!

"Pa-ta!" Watson grabbed the branch and cut it off fiercely.

"Hey, come up!" Sherlock ordered.

"Pa-ta, pa-ta, pa-ta—" the branch was broken into several pieces in Watson's hands, and the poor young leaves and bark fell to the ground.

Watson said in a flat tone: "Sherlock, unless you apologize, I will beat you until you don't even know your parents!"

"what?"

Watson closed his eyes, took a sharp breath, and a few seconds later...

He suddenly opened his eyes and roared loudly: "Damn you, did you forget the agreement again? Are you looking for a fight? Are you itchy? The agreed danger sharing!!!"

Pedestrians on the street stopped and looked at Watson in horror. A small deer dog stared at its round eyes, and only burrowed into its owner's arms!

Watson let out a sigh of relief...

Then he raised his right hand insincerely and made an sorry gesture to the fawn.

I'm really sorry for my self-cultivation for more than 20 years... But, it's all Sherlock's fault!

"Uh... John, don't be so stingy!" Sherlock said indifferently on the other end of the phone.

Watson was so angry that he was out of breath, hung up the phone heavily, and kicked the flower bed hard...

What about an English gentleman?Where has Sherlock's grace gone?

Watson sat quietly on the flower bed with arms folded...

As the old Chinese saying goes, if you don't fight, you can't succeed. This is a model of owe j□j!

Not long after, Sherlock walked out of Fanku's house.

While putting on his gloves, he walked towards Watson's position: "I knew you were around here, you won't miss a murder case!"

Watson raised his eyelids: "Empty?"

"what?"

"The disdain and sarcasm on your face, your footsteps that are one-fifth heavier than usual, and of course...the strength with which you hold the glove."

Standing on the flower bed, Sherlock stood on tiptoe and said, "...Okay, I'll call Lestrade, who knows why a more stupid one will come."

"The whole world is not as smart as you, don't mind it!"

Sherlock jumped down from the flower bed.

After turning around gracefully, he looked at Watson and said, "The deceased is left-handed, yes, it's obvious that all the items in the house, including the knives and forks, are on the left.

But the gunshot wound was on his right temple, how could it be suicide?I'm saving them time, do you understand? "

"Um……"

Sherlock glanced at Watson and said puzzledly, "I thought you'd really like to know what happened."

Watson put his hands on his knees and flicked his fingers lightly.

"I give you a choice."

"what?"

"Apologize!"

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, frowned and blinked puzzledly: "...the building of Fanku's house can't be climbed, so..."

Suddenly, Watson jumped up and shook his fist at Sherlock's chin.

Sherlock staggered back a few steps, bumped into a sidewalk tree, and a few leaves fell danglingly onto his black overcoat.

"Apologize!"

Watson grabbed Sherlock's lapel and slammed his own right uppercut!

Sherlock immediately blocked Watson's right fist: "Why are you so angry?"

"What the hell am I mad about?"

Watson was so angry that he hugged Sherlock's head violently and slammed into the tree trunk behind him.

"Oh!" Sherlock cried out in pain, and grabbed Watson with his backhand: "I didn't open the door, but why did you do that?"

"Hehe, so you know, then you know why I beat you, right?"

Sherlock squinted at Watson, and the displeasure slowly accumulated in his eyes...

Suddenly, he slid out of Watson's shackles, then hugged Watson's waist and knocked him down on the flower bed.

Watson looked at Sherlock in disbelief, and grabbed his sleeves tightly with both hands...

I didn't really want to beat him up!

"Well, if you want to do this, I won't be polite to you!" He raised his leg and kicked Sherlock's knee fiercely, pressing him against the flower bed.

"You've never been polite to me!"

Watson was stunned, looked at Sherlock and said, "What did you say?"

"You just have something to hide from me!" Sherlock grabbed Watson by the collar and pressed him against the crosswalk.

"Hehe, you are telling the truth, so you have been taking such naive ways of revenge?"

Sherlock frowned, pursed his lips angrily, and punched Watson in the face without saying a word.

Watson kicked Sherlock away, stepped aside and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth!

Suddenly, he looked at Sherlock with a sad face, and immediately looked at the ground...

So, Sherlock never believed in himself... He, just regarded himself as a research object, not a friend?

...involving himself in his activities, just for better research?

Seeing Watson who suddenly stopped still and completely relaxed his muscles, Sherlock blinked in confusion...

After a while, he frowned and asked, "...what's wrong?"

Watson twitched the corners of his mouth a few times, but he never put up his smile...

If I were Sherlock, I wouldn't believe myself!

He sighed, looked up at Sherlock calmly: "It's nothing..."

Sherlock turned around and turned his head again. He put his hands back into his coat pockets and took them out immediately...

After some tossing, Sherlock looked into Watson's eyes and said blankly, "...what are you disappointed about?"

Watson pulled out a leaf from the back of his neck, took off his jacket, shook the soil, and put it on his wrist...

After tidying up, he smiled and said to Sherlock: "It's still time to go back now, Mrs. Hudson's meal!"

"Okay..." Sherlock withdrew his gaze and immediately stopped a taxi.

The two sat in the taxi without saying a word, each turning their heads to look at the scenery outside the window...

Suddenly, Sherlock's fingers tapped the car window erratically.

Watson turned his head and glanced at Sherlock's curly hair, which was wrapped in a green leaf, and his black coat was mottled with yellow dirt marks.

"Ah..." Watson just wanted to remind Sherlock that there were leaves on his head, but he swallowed the words abruptly.

The car stopped, and Sherlock just opened the door and got out of the car, standing on the road with people coming and going...

Watson exhaled slowly...

I didn't expect Sherlock to dislike me so much. Anyway, I've always been alone, so why not?

Watson looked back, and just about to open the car door, the door opened...

Sherlock opened the car door for Watson, then stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes wandering into the distance... A second later, he suddenly went around behind the car door, and raised his right hand to block the door frame.

Watson looked at Sherlock in a daze, then walked out cautiously...

"Bang—" the car door was slammed shut by Sherlock.