save Sherlock

After dinner, Sherlock sat on the sofa with his right elbow resting on the backrest, the back of his hand resting on his temple, and he lowered his eyes without saying a word...

The night wind suddenly rushed into the living room, and the curtains were rattling!

As soon as Watson came out of the room, he saw Sherlock standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, holding a violin in his hand...

Unable to predict whether Sherlock will pull out the magic sound or the fairy music, Watson had to stop in place, watching Sherlock's back and waiting quietly...

"Crack——" A piercing noise was like a cat's paw, constantly scratching in people's hearts!

Just as Watson was about to tell Sherlock to stop, a peaceful melody suddenly sounded!

It's like a clear spring flowing through the heart, gorgeous and elegant, before you have time to react, a subtle feeling has already reached the bottom of your heart... When you are conscious, the clear spring has already flowed into the sea, everything is uncontrollable, and you are happy!

This is Bach's music, which always washes people's hearts...

The sister is obsessed with the musician, and their birthdays are on the same day, which Sherlock will never guess!

Watson looked at Sherlock's back, and suddenly thought of something, he folded his arms uneasily...

The gorgeous and elegant texture in the tune is like Sherlock... When you realize it, it is already uncontrollable!

Indeed... Sherlock should enjoy the highest praise in this world!

Instead of lying in a cold grave like my sister!

Watson clenched his fists tightly, raised his head firmly, turned and left!

"Where are you going?" Sherlock's piano sound stopped abruptly.

"Don't spend time analyzing me all the time, unless your sexuality is abnormal."

"Will your sexual orientation change because of my analysis?"

Putting on his jacket, Watson smiled and said, "Okay...I have something to do when I go out. Remember to close the windows. It's windy tonight!"

It wasn't raining in London tonight, but the wind was strong. Watson felt the direction of the wind as he walked quickly through the woods...

The woods are too big to find the exact trading location of the drug dealers!

He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes full of determination.

"Crack——" The dead branches and leaves left by the cold winter were moaned by Watson's stepping on them.

The cold wind in early spring was a bit biting, and the woods were shivering.

The sky is full of bright moon. The cold moonlight penetrates the clouds, forming a light gray halo. After spreading into the night sky, it immediately renders the night a faint dark green...

Suddenly, a bright light penetrated the forest, and the light scattered the cold moonlight!

Watson raised his lips, stopped, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and slowly walked towards the light source...

On the clearing in the woods, there were two gangs standing as usual. The uniforms of foreign gangsters are very uniform, all in black suits and trousers, which are very suitable for such a sinful night!

The moonlight passed through the layers of green leaves, and spread quietly on Watson's face. At this time, the moonlight had a green light and shadow, which made Watson's expression even more ferocious.

Drugs again, this time the amount of drugs is so large...

Disgusting, dirty... sickening white!

His hand on the tree trunk couldn't help but slowly tightened, and soon his fingers sank deep into it.

Just wanted to take a look, didn't expect it to be like this, what should I do now?

【Are you in the system? 】

【Ah Qiu~ You finally remember me? 】

The bulldog was lying on the window sill of the living room, looking at Sherlock motionless, the cold wind made it shiver.

[How about Sherlock? 】

【He, since you left, he has been lying on the sofa, it seems different from usual! 】【What? 】

[I don't know, I feel... By the way, why should I help you spy on Sherlock so much? 】【You don't want to be a stray dog, so you have to do things for me. 】【……】

[Don't talk nonsense, can you hack into the police system?I need you to call the police now! 】【I said can you tell me what you are doing?I can only feel your emotions, I don't know what you are doing, I am very worried! 】Suddenly, the gray moonlight was dyed with a red halo!

"Bump—" A huge explosion sounded, shaking Watson's ears and tinnitus!

The woods were instantly enveloped in gunpowder smoke, and behind the choking smoke were charred bodies all over the place.

The drug dealers who were suddenly attacked immediately came to their senses, picked up the guns in their hands, and fought back in horror against the unknown enemies hidden in the dark!

Just as Watson got up from the ground, there was another huge explosion on the right.

What has happened so far?

A bad premonition arose in his heart, and he immediately crawled to the front of a big tree that was blown up in the middle, and the air was filled with a rather strong pungent smell.

Watson picked up the black powder from the blown-off tree...

There is also white phosphorus in the explosive, such a pungent TNT smell, coupled with such a huge explosive power, what is it if it is not C4?

He immediately took out a black veil and covered his mouth and nose, trinitrotoluene is a poisonous and bad thing.

C4 is not available to ordinary people. It is held by the general army, but it is favored by terrorists.

...So, what's going on?Even if Moriarty is a terrorist organization, he has no reason to attack his own business!

Watson was lying on the ground thinking about a problem, when suddenly, a blue figure jumped down from a tree.

The woman's red hair looked extremely enchanting under the moonlight. She pressed Watson's back hard with her right knee.

"My dear John Watson, long time no see!"

Watson grabbed the woman's arm tied around his neck and smiled relaxedly.

"I just saw you today."

"Is it...but I think so."

"You put the explosives yourself?"

The woman grabbed Watson by the hair and lifted him from the ground.

She smiled and said: "The plan failed, we can only blow up the evidence, but it is all your credit."

With a side kick, Watson broke free from the woman's hand: "What?"

The woman smiled gracefully, took out a fighting knife, and attacked Watson fiercely!

Watson blocked with both hands, the woman's kicked knee.

He smiled and said, "I told you not to kick around."

Suddenly, the woman hugged Watson's head and slammed it against the tree trunk behind her. She didn't give Watson a chance to breathe, once, twice, three times...

Watson was hit so that his mind went blank, and he kicked the woman's abdomen instinctively. The woman stepped back again and again, and after stabilizing her figure, she only held her stomach.

"It is said that women are ruthless and merciless when they strike. This is true!"

"So, don't underestimate women."

"Looking at your bloody killing methods, you don't look like a woman."

The woman smiled sweetly: "Then what am I?"

"Hell's angel who harvests people's souls!"

The woman gave Watson a tender look: "Oh! I really like you... By the way, our boss also likes you very much. The bloodlust in your eyes tells me that you belong to us!"

"And what about Sherlock?"

"...He is not convenient for you." The woman supported her chin with one hand: "After all, his brother is Mycroft Holmes, and the boss is willing to treat him as an opponent, because Sherlock is also very happy to have an opponent."

Watson sneered and said, "Then I don't need an opponent? Listen to me, Moriarty is ready to attack Sherlock at any time?"

"That's because the bloodthirsty in your eyes is too tempting. Why follow Sherlock? Isn't it good to follow me?" The woman approached Watson step by step, and hooked Watson's neck charmingly.

"There is no doubt that you are a beautiful woman, especially with this graceful figure..." Watson gently put his hand on the woman's soft waist: "But I still want to stay by Sherlock's side."

"Oh! You don't have that kind of relationship, do you?" The woman's red lips slowly approached Watson: "I can give you more! Then...you will find that I am the one you like."

"You're my favorite right now, but..."

"what?"

"I'm worried that my life will be over at any time."

"Don't be like this, you are not a coward, you are eager for danger and challenge!"

Watson let go of the woman's waist and said with a smile, "But... what Sherlock can give me, you can't give!"

"what?"

Suddenly, a helicopter appeared in the sky above the woods, and the wind from the propeller rolled up the branches all over the ground. Watson's clothes were blown rattlingly, and his eyes were blurred.

He half-closed his eyes and said, "Is this one of your people?"

The woman glanced back and said angrily, "Damn it! It's Mycroft!"

She immediately took out the walkie-talkie, and soon, another helicopter rose from the left...

Mycroft was standing by the cabin door, calmly holding a long black umbrella with both hands, and his light-colored suit pants were blown out by the strong wind...

As the helicopter descended, there was flying sand and rocks around, and the rolled up rocks hit the tree trunk and got stuck in it!

Watson raised his hand to cover his forehead for a moment of clear vision...

Suddenly, a figure stepped out from the strong wind.

Mycroft smiled slightly, raised the umbrella in his hand, and pointed at Watson: "So...you are also from this criminal gang?"

The moment Watson saw Mycroft, he just pursed his lips.

"I said I'm not, do you believe me?"

Mycroft looked down at Watson with an unquestionable tone of judgment: "Does Sherlock believe it?"

"Do you think I'm going to hurt Sherlock?"

"But your identity is a mystery... or do you have an explanation?"

Watson opened his mouth and didn't know what to say... After a while, he lowered his head and looked at the sawdust that had been blown into pieces on the grass.

No matter how you explain it, you will forget it the next day!

He sighed, and smiled helplessly: "Hehe...I didn't expect, I underestimated Moriarty..."

"Well, Mr. John Watson, I'm going to arrest you now, or you tell me why you approached Sherlock"

"Well... mymycroft, even if I say it, it won't relieve you of any guilt. You are only worried about Sherlock."

Microff lowered his head slightly, and said seriously: "Yes, I have to be responsible for my brother, but you... will obviously break his heart."

Watson sighed helplessly, and said a little excitedly: "I won't! My loyalty has only been sacrificed once, and this time is also the last time."

"Haha!" Mycroft exaggeratedly laughed, "Why?"

"Sherlock is worth it!"

"why?"

Watson was slightly taken aback, he raised his right hand to cover half of his face...

Why?Why... because in Sherlock, I unexpectedly saw hope inexplicably!

After a while, he looked at Mycroft calmly, and said with a blank expression, "...the winner is the loser, this time Moriarty won."

The woman standing aside suddenly said, "I'm so happy, honey, come with us!"

Two helicopters stopped in mid-air, one on the left and one on the right above Watson's head. The combined wind force of the two helicopters made the leaves rattle desperately, and the sky was covered with sawdust!

"Let's go!" The woman climbed up the ladder thrown down from the helicopter and shouted loudly to Watson.

Watson looked into Mycroft's eyes, and finally...he moved to the left.

He grabbed the ladder angrily and climbed up without looking back.

Damn Moriarty!

The helicopter quickly flew away from the woods...

221B Baker Street, the wind was particularly strong tonight, the books on the table were rattling, and as the wind speed increased, one of the pages jumped out.

Sherlock closed his eyes. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed the single page of the book. He slowly sat up from the sofa and walked to the French window.

At this time, Watson will come to help him close the window...

Sherlock rested his chin, quietly looking at the street outside the window.

What the hell is John doing?Why do you have to deal with drug dealers...