save Sherlock

A big red curtain hung in the center of the stage, and the dim light was only enough to illuminate the narrow space. Arrows brushed against the curtain and rushed towards the position of Sherlock and Watson!

"Ah!!!" The audience was so frightened by this sudden change that they dodged around, and after a while, only two people with alert faces were left behind!

Watson shook his head helplessly: "Look, I told you to leave early, and now neither of us can leave!"

"What happened?" Sherlock stared, there was a slight change in the background.

Suddenly, a group of people rushed out from the backstage, all dressed neatly, white short sweaters, black light velvet pants, and black cloth shoes, plus typical Asian faces...

I really want to rush up and call out fellow countrymen!

However, now is not the time!

A man in the lead, ten meters in front of him, suddenly jumped up in the air, holding a Guan knife in his hand, and slashed at the two of them fiercely!

Watson and Sherlock immediately bent over and rolled to the sides.

Where the two of them were originally, the wooden floor cracked a deep hole, and the man's knife was stuck in it...

What if you use a real knife to set up a stage, but you don’t have a weapon?

Watson shrugged, looked at Sherlock opposite and said, "Did you see it? This is real Chinese Kung Fu. What should we do?"

Sherlock got up, patted the dust off his coat, and glanced at the cut in the wooden floor.

He said with a relaxed face: "How do you know that I didn't study?"

"When did this happen?"

"Start from your last acupuncture point boxing."

Watson smiled disdainfully: "It's only been a few days."

"Of course..." Sherlock moved slowly while staring at the man, "So I only know a few moves."

As soon as the words fell, Sherlock suddenly attacked the man.

The man raised the knife, the muscles on his arms were tangled together, very ferocious, he turned around and slashed at Sherlock's shoulder!

Sherlock squatted down suddenly, a right leg swept across the man's lower body, the man jumped up to avoid the blow, Sherlock immediately stood up, and punched the man on the arm...

The man in pain threw away the knife in his hand, and Sherlock kicked him in the abdomen.

"Kangdang——" Guan Dao fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

Watson got up leisurely and said, "You are not Chinese Kung Fu."

"I didn't say yes."

"What now?"

The man bent down and grabbed the handle of the knife, and Sherlock immediately slashed at it with his palm. The two fought on the handle, and suddenly, Sherlock kicked the knife out.

Watson stepped on Guan Dao and asked helplessly, "Even if I know how to play Guan Dao, don't you think I should give me a blood transfusion first?"

Sherlock blocked the opponent's volleying palm, looked at Watson and said, "Okay, give it to me!"

Watson raised Guan Dao with his feet, and at the same time he raised his knee vigorously, sent Guan Dao to Sherlock's hand.

"You can?"

Sherlock grabbed the upper part of the knife and stabbed at the opponent's face. The long handle of the knife was caught by Sherlock's armpit...

Watson couldn't bear to look directly at Sherlock: "You don't know it at all, you are uglier than playing with a kitchen knife!"

The man saw that Sherlock didn't know how to use a knife, and attacked the right side of his body holding the knife. As for Sherlock's center of gravity, he was unstable.

"Well, you're right, I won't...but."

Seeing that Sherlock was about to fall to the ground, suddenly he put one hand on the ground, kicked his feet towards the opponent's chest, then turned his palm, twisted his body, and hit the opponent's head with the long handle of the knife.

Looking at the fallen man, Sherlock stood up, brushed the dust off his coat with the back of his hand, and calmly combed his hair.

He looked at Watson proudly: "Anyway, I can win!"

Watson put his hands in his trouser pockets, pouted in disdain: "Then what about those people in front?"

More than a dozen men holding sticks, holding sticks under their arms in one hand, took half a step forward on their right legs, and looked at Sherlock and Watson warily.

Sherlock and Watson slowly moved closer, their backs pressed against each other, and soon they were surrounded.

"Why did you do this?" Suddenly Sherlock asked.

"You think now is the time to say that?"

Sherlock, looking down at Watson suddenly: "You'd better tell me what happened!"

"What do you want if you don't tell me?"

Sherlock paused, looked at Watson displeased, and his anger slowly rose...

Suddenly, Sherlock became expressionless and turned to look at the enemy ahead!

In the same second, more than a dozen long sticks attacked together, and the two immediately squatted down, sweeping their legs sideways at the same time, shoveling a path.

The two got out and ran forward respectively...

Watson was surrounded by several people, and he had to brace himself to deal with the enemy.

He snatched the opponent's long stick, lifted his right hand and danced quickly, disrupting the opponent's sight, and at the same time hit the opponent's chest with the palm of his left hand.

Standing on the stage, Sherlock put his hands in his coat, looked down at his opponent, and easily dodged the oncoming wooden sticks...but his peripheral vision never left Watson.

"You can also use stick skills, and your moves are deadly!"

Watson bent his knees with his front legs, turned his toes inward, knelt and stepped forward, striking from top to bottom!

He looked at the man who fell to the ground in response, and Watson said annoyedly, "I don't understand why you care so much about my identity!"

Sherlock turned around and looked at Watson, holding the enemy's wooden stick with one hand, taking the dominant position: "I don't care about your identity..."

"what is that?"

"That's..." Sherlock thought about it blankly, but still didn't know how to speak, he kicked his opponent away irritably!

Hua Shengqiang focused on dealing with the enemy, his vision was a little blurred: "Can you pay attention to the situation?"

"I don't need you to worry!" Saying that, Sherlock climbed up to the red curtain on the stage, wrapped his right hand and foot around the curtain on one side, and let his body stand upright on the soft cloth.

He used the curtain to spin in the air, and then took out a pistol from his arms...

"Bump—" After two gunshots, Sherlock precisely hit the knees of the two men.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, everyone besieged Watson one after another.

Watson rubbed his blurred eyes, he would faint sooner or later due to excessive blood loss, the current situation is only a matter of time...

He glanced at Sherlock who was swinging in mid-air, and after climbing onto the stage, he immediately rounded the tip of his stick, and struck out with the wringing stick, using his dark force to open the two people in front of him!

After that, Watson stood there waiting for Sherlock in the air...

"Come up!" Sherlock rode the curtain and drew a circle in the air in an arc. When he came to Watson's position, he hooked one foot and stretched out his hands to grab Watson.

Watson adjusted his posture, frowned and asked, "What should we do now?"

Everyone gathered around the stage, staring up at Sherlock and Watson. Suddenly, a flying knife came through the air.

When it was too late, it was too late, Watson held the stick horizontally, and then pushed it horizontally in front of his body, intercepting the flying knife!

"Bump—" The stick and the flying knife collided and fell to the ground at the same time.

"Give it to me," said Watson.

Sherlock immediately handed the gun to Watson, and Watson calmly shot the man with the knife in the wrist.

"It's very troublesome to kill someone." Sherlock reminded in a bad tone.

"I didn't intend to kill someone."

"Every time you calm down, it means that you are suppressing the killing. I think the British government should let you go back to the battlefield!"

"Then you should ask Mycroft if he wants to."

Speaking of Watson throwing the gun up, Sherlock went on precisely and fired another shot at the people below: "Do you want to give me an explanation?"

"what?"

"Where have you been these days?"

"My dog ​​is still with you, where can I go?"

Sherlock sighed and frowned: "I don't know who you are... There are too many unreasonable things, many things can't be explained, but they are real... But, in the chain of logic, there is something missing. One link will inevitably affect the derivation of the whole process...but...I mean, I don't know where you went, because I can't deduce it smoothly...the whole logic is missing a link, and this link..."

Watson frowned and tried to understand what Sherlock was saying...

After a while, he let out a heavy breath, and asked tentatively: "You mean, a very important link is missing in your logic chain, and this link is my identity, so you can't deduce my identity smoothly." Where did you go?"

"Yes, that's what it means... That's why I haven't been able to find you!"

"Are you worried about me?"

"Eh..." Sherlock turned his head away, paused and said, "That's probably what it means!"

Watson couldn't help laughing...

Letting Sherlock express emotions is a linguistic disaster!

He thought about it, and decided to tell Sherlock about the drug dealer: "Listen, Sherlock..."

Suddenly, a bright light penetrated the windows of the circus, and it quickly turned white...

Watson and Sherlock couldn't help squinting their eyes half-closed as they watched the change. Soon, the glare disappeared without a trace!

"Bump—" The loud noise made the floor shake non-stop, and a lot of dust fell from the beams!

A black car rushed in from the gate of the circus, and after a beautiful right drift, it stopped firmly in front of the stage...

The car door opened, and Mycroft slowly got out of it, his hands on the long black umbrella.

He lowered his head and smiled, leaned lazily against the car door, raised the umbrella in his hand with one hand, and then put it down absent-mindedly.

"John Watson, I should like to know who you are!"

Watson jumped off the curtain helplessly, and Sherlock also fell onto the stage, but he wrapped his hands around the curtain and looked at Mycroft warily and suspiciously.

"Who are you Mycroft, and what else do you not know?"

"Yeah... Then tell me when you got involved in arms smuggling?"

"Arms?" Watson frowned, looking at Mycroft suspiciously.

McCrov smiled faintly, and said disdainfully: "Don't do that, since you dare to come here for Sherlock, then I can give you a chance."

"what chance?"

"As long as you confess the mastermind of the arms smuggling and tell me where it went, the court should be able to speak easily!"

Watson pursed his lips tightly, Mycroft's headlights were as dazzling as ever, the circus was full of mess, and Sherlock was also puzzled...

Why are drugs involved in the arms deal?

What exactly is going on……

He crossed his arms and said dissatisfiedly, "You hang the line of Sherlock just to wait for me?"

Mycroft took two steps forward and looked at Watson seriously: "Do you still remember that drug dealer leader?"

"what?"

"We spent a lot of effort to get him to surrender, but your pursuit made him panic... Not only did you destroy our plan, but he died in the end!"

Watson looked at Mycroft quietly...

So Mycroft was using the drug trade to try to detect arms smuggling.

...But because of his pursuit, the drug dealers mistakenly thought that his whereabouts had been exposed, so he dared not cooperate with the police anymore.

"But, what about those drugs?"

Mycroft said in an admonishing tone: "One must know how to trade off interests...Of course, one must also have an overall perspective!"

Watson felt dizzy for a while, and his footsteps were unstable due to excessive blood loss. The light and shadow in front of him kept overlapping, and a voice echoed in his mind...

The big picture, the big picture... that's enough, it takes patience to make a big deal happen, but I never thought of making a big deal happen!

He covered his eyes, and after a while, he said coldly, "I can't control what your British government wants to do. I only know what I want to do!"

Standing aside, Sherlock suddenly asked, "...what happened?"

Mycroft looked at Sherlock with a smile and said, "We have evidence that this Mr. John Watson is from a criminal organization!"

Sherlock froze for a moment, then slowly turned his head to look at Watson: "So...you are working for Moriarty?"

Watson looked at Sherlock without saying a word, and quietly clenched his fists.