save Sherlock

The white mist entangles the drizzle in early spring, and drags the rain into the hot spring with all its strength. The cold air in the rain collides with the heat of the hot spring, and more white mist evaporates...

Watson is hidden in the looming heat of the hot spring.

He leaned against the wall of the hot spring pool, quietly closing his eyes...

If Moriarty was ready to attack Sherlock at any time, then...how would he use it?

Will Sherlock lose?No, Sherlock can't lose!

The ultimate winner of this game can only be...

Watson suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, that face that was always proud and arrogant!

Suddenly, a pair of soft and plain hands touched Watson's neck, and then slowly closed it tightly!

"This is not good!" Watson still closed his eyes, and gently patted the back of the woman's hand.

"The premise is, can you stop thinking about Sherlock?"

"How do you know that I'm thinking about him?"

"Clatter—" The woman suddenly jumped into the water and looked at Watson with a childish expression.

"A woman's intuition...especially when the man she loves is in front of her."

"What's your name?"

"Erica!"

Watson curled his lips in disdain, and said with a smile, "Real name?"

"How do you know it's not?"

"Your look doesn't tell me that."

Erica froze for a moment, thinking about something quickly. A few seconds later, she looked at Watson happily, like a little girl discovering a new Barbie!

"Lie detector?"

"That's a good name, maybe God just put one in my brain, do you need to dig it out?"

"God won't allow it!"

"why?"

"Because...it's only attractive to you."

Watson finally opened his eyes and looked at Erica innocently.

He moved his left shoulder: "Don't you want to watch this pile of rotten meat become inflamed, then rot and then crawl with maggots?"

Erika smiled coquettishly, and took the wooden basin placed on the bank into the water.

She took out the medical bag from the tub: "The injury on your shoulder is already inflamed, and I need to stitch it up again. You shouldn't move around when you're injured. It's difficult to deal with if you drag it on like this!"

"Then hurry up."

"But I didn't bring anesthesia."

Watson smiled and said, "You did it on purpose."

"why?"

"Who knows...maybe you want to see the chemistry of the pain in me!"

"That's right, I like to see the bloodlust in your eyes."

Watson leaned heavily against the wall of the hot spring pool, and sighed helplessly.

"Hurry up!"

Erica smiled and picked up the scalpel, slowly scraped off some rotten flesh, then raised the needle and thread with a smile on her face, and deliberately shook it in front of Watson...

Watson closed his eyes, with a face full of pain and forbearance, and cold sweat quickly covered his forehead...

"Okay." Erica clapped her hands and announced with a smile that everything was done.

Watson glanced weakly at Erica, then at the blood in the tub.

The wooden basin used to hold rotting blood floated quietly on the water, a few strands of blood dripped to the edge of the wooden basin, and then slid into the water...

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, constantly irritating the pale Watson.

"Do you need to get bloody no matter what you do?"

"This is art, the color of this blood is so beautiful."

"Do you need to shed so much blood on me?"

Erica climbed out of the hot spring, picked up the bath towel on the floor, and wrapped herself around her body.

"Want to know why?"

"what?"

"You're so dishonest, it's been so many days, and you still think about Sherlock...and I can't see what you want to do."

Watson said with a helpless smile: "There is an old saying in China that you are in Cao Ying and your heart is in Han."

"I thought you were going to lie to me!"

"I hate that thing!"

"So..." Erica helped up Watson, who was pale and weak due to excessive blood loss: "I want to punish you, but I really can't bear it. Let's go into the room, and I'll give you a shot of morphine."

"Thank you for remembering that I hurt!"

Erica threw Watson on the bed, and then went to dress herself.

Hua Sheng was lying flat on the bed, feeling the whole roof was turning, and the nausea was churning in his stomach...

"You change clothes in front of me, do I like it or not?"

Erica smiled and put on her coat, then took out a needle and walked up to Watson.

"Of course I want you to see... Forget it, it seems that you like Sherlock better."

"Why do you always bring it up to him?"

"I'm sorry for you. You were bled by me here, but Sherlock was very excited and investigated the case for several days!"

Watson was stunned for a moment, and almost forgot to breathe...

Mycroft must have told him everything...

He curled his lips, pretending not to care, and said, "This is Sherlock! It would be strange if... he didn't investigate the case because of me!"

"Aren't you angry?" As she said, Erica held up the needle and slammed it into Watson's blood vessel.

"Oh!" Watson yelled, looking at Erica helplessly, "I really doubt that what you gave me was either morphine or hydroxide!"

"I won't, since you all admire Sherlock so much, why don't we come and play?"

Watson struggled to get up from the bed, and he leaned gently on the head of the bed.

"playing what?"

"Sherlock is currently investigating the case."

"what?"

"Hong Kong gangsters smuggle cultural relics, understand?"

Watson froze for a moment, his fingers flicked gently on the white sheet...

"You mean, Fanku's death is related to gangsters smuggling cultural relics, and gangsters are related to you? Your boss has so many interests!"

"About this point, I may not be able to answer you. I don't know Moriarty. To be precise, I have never seen him. What information you want to get from me will be in vain!"

Suddenly, Watson smiled with great interest and said: "It seems that Moriarty is really not simple. Such a big criminal gang has never revealed its whereabouts. I like smart people!"

"Okay... you three men always like to ignore women." Erica took out her mobile phone and said bitterly while lowering her hair and sending text messages.

"What are you doing?"

"Tell the spiders that Sherlock is going to their circus tonight."

"spider?"

"The boss of the Black Lotus Gang."

Erica put the phone back in her pocket and looked at Watson with a proud face.

"I originally wanted to give you a diazepam injection, but with your current state... you can't even walk, so I don't have to worry about it at all. I'm going to do my own business, so you can sleep peacefully!"

After speaking, Erika blinked, smiled and locked the bedroom door behind her...

Watson stared motionlessly at the desk lamp on the table, the Fantini-style paintings, the composition is detailed and the colors are bold and bright... The pattern of blooming flowers is full of vitality, but the air-conditioned room cannot change the bitter cold wind. outside!

He touched the position of his heart, quietly feeling its beating...

I always feel that something is missing... There is still a little discomfort!

Forget it, since I can't find any useful information from Erica, let's put Sherlock first!

Suddenly, he sat up and walked to the desk. After crossing his arms and thinking for a while, he raised his right hand and opened the laptop on the desk.

The light from the computer mixed with the colorful light from the desk lamp reflected on Watson's face together, making him look even paler.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, pursed his lips tightly, and concentrated on dealing with the computer's defense system!

Dusk had fallen, and when everything was shrouded in darkness, Watson finally raised a triumphant smile.

"Pa-ta--" He pressed the last button and stood up from the chair gracefully, but due to excessive blood loss, he almost lost his center of gravity!

This girl is really cruel, it's time to teach her a lesson!

Watson raised the water glass on the table and poured it into his mouth.

Fortunately, Erica still remembered to keep water, but compared to the amount of blood loss, it was too little!

... What a meticulous woman, even the water is so precisely controlled.

After restoring the computer to its original state, he calmly lifted the Fantini lamp on the table, walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window, and then raised the lamp in his hand...

"Bang——" Watson slammed the lamp against the glass.

The glass was covered with cobweb-like cracks immediately, but... it still didn't break open.

After losing so much blood, ordinary people are already lying in bed obediently, how can they still have the energy to toss through the French windows!

"Damn it!" Watson yelled and picked up the chair in front of the desk.

He raised his arms and threw the chair against the French window!

Accompanied by a loud noise, the glass shattered into pieces...

Watson immediately stepped on the glass residue, aimed at the hot spring pool below, and jumped down from the second floor...

The cold wind poured into the collar and cuffs, and the glass shards that fell together reflected a little shattered light under the moonlight, and the splashed water brought out a section of silver light...

Watson got up from the water and immediately took off his jacket, shaking out a lot of glass shards.

He looked at the wound on his body in embarrassment, reached out from the back of his neck, and tore off a piece of glass inserted into the flesh...

After tidying up a bit, he made an apologetic gesture to the camera.

Watson ran hard in the cold wind, leaving wet footprints one after another. The wet sweater hung heavily on his body, which added a lot of burden. The water on his hair had already been dried by the cold wind, leaving only a cold touch ...

He was standing at a cross street, but at this time there was no taxi, not even a private car, it was pitch black as far as he could see, and the orange street lights didn't help at all!

She can't let anything happen to Sherlock, but... how to face Sherlock now?

Suddenly, a taxi broke into Watson's field of vision, and he subconsciously rushed to the middle of the road, trying to stop the car...

"Squealing—" Accompanied by a screeching brake, Watson opened the door and got in without waiting for the car to stabilize!

...Finally, under Watson's constant urging, the taxi stopped at the circus as he wished.

Watts walked into the dim hall panting angrily...

Sherlock has the ability to wear black with a striking effect, even in the most secret night, it can be seen at a glance, maybe because of his tall and thin figure, maybe because of his curly hair... maybe because of the darkness Never belonged to him.

Watson immediately found Sherlock's location: "Sherlock, get out of here quickly!"

"Oh, I almost didn't hear your footsteps. Where did you go?" Sherlock frowned and looked at Watson: "It's only been a few days, and you've done it like this?"I've been looking for you! "

Watson was stunned for a moment, a trace of warmth flowed through his heart, he covered his chest in astonishment...

It turned out that I was sad just now, sad that Sherlock had forgotten himself so quickly!

He smiled self-deprecatingly: "There's something..."

Sherlock interrupted Watson and asked, "Why are you having trouble with drug dealers?"

"You know? When?"

"I know the tramps around London better than you. They are the best intelligence agents, but I only know that you ask them about the drug deal. But..." Sherlock smiled triumphantly: "I fought with you at the bank .”

"what?"

"The walls inside the elevator reflect light, and I see something wrong with your shoulder."

"Did you fight with me on purpose?" Watson let out a sigh of relief and said helplessly, "My shoulder was already injured."

"No... I am more familiar with human body structure than you."

Watson had no choice but to smile: "Okay, you leave now, I'm leaving too."

Sherlock took Watson's arm and said, "Where are you going?"

Watson stopped, folded his arms, and looked at Sherlock without saying a word.

Mycroft actually didn't tell Sherlock about himself, so... it means that he is hanging on the line of Sherlock, waiting for himself to be caught!

But why would Mycroft do this?

I can't see through this man...

"listen……"