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Watson frowned, stared in disbelief, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching a few times... After that, he looked at Mycroft blankly!

His fists slowly clenched, his eyes were full of helplessness, and finally he sneered and said: "Hehe, you also know that I'm just a lead wire, can it burn if you don't light it?"

Mycroft still hung on, smiling lazily and calmly, "I'm not going to light a fire!"

"Yes...you are God, you have a lot of people lighting the fire for you!"

"Listen..." Mycroft sighed, "I need your real cooperation."

Watson folded his arms and said with a smile, "You can find cooperation among the ruins of the factory!"

"Yes, I can't find it..." Mycroft paused and said, "You are indeed a good means. You blew up the factory, not to mention destroying all the computers inside, and people can't find any evidence about you. !"

"Thank God for the praise!" Watson squinted at Mycroft, "I am the only one who owns the munitions information. Isn't it enough for me to leave?"

"Anyway, you can only stay in prison, and it is impossible to have any lethal power!"

Watson stood up angrily, and almost growled, "Then you will imprison me forever!"

"Your wishes are easily granted!"

"Okay...okay..." Watson stared at Mycroft and slowly moved away. He said calmly, "Okay! You can get out!"

In the middle of the night, the gentle moonlight squeezed in through the narrow bars, trying its best to bring a ray of light to the people in the prison... Even though this light does not have temperature and looks deserted, to the people in the prison, But it has a different taste.

A familiar singing melody rises slowly and haunts every cell. Due to the hoarse voice of the singer and the desperate atmosphere, this classic Russian folk song "Katyusha" becomes heartbreaking...

The protracted rhythm brings a painfully heavy texture...

The lovely and beautiful Katyusha in the lyrics is full of hope standing on the steep cliff, waiting for her beloved to return from the battlefield. However, due to the performance at this moment, Fang seems to be telling Katyusha that he does not Will be back...never!

The prisoners stood in front of the cell door, quietly listening to this sad song. Of course, many of them could not understand Russian, but they were all infected by this sad atmosphere...

Watson closed his eyes quietly, clasped his hands gently on his lower abdomen, and lay peacefully on the hard prison bed...

It's really a heartbreaking song. When I go back, let Sherlock pull a happy Katyusha out...

No... Sherlock may never believe in himself again!

...But since he will send a text message to Lestrade, does that mean he is still willing to believe in himself?

Watson closed his eyes lightly, and couldn't help but close them tightly, and his brows were even more tangled...

Must go out and ask Sherlock himself!

...This is the first time that I am so eager to meet someone...

He exhaled lightly, calmed down and listened to the sad melody again...

Listening, Watson couldn't help but frowned again...

This sound is wrong, this sound is also wrong!

The singing lasted for about half an hour, and there were three mistakes every time...

This is thanks to China and the Soviet Union. There was a honeymoon period with deep love and rain. Many Russian folk songs may be remembered by the Chinese...

So... these mistakes in the song are coincidences?

After repeating the mistake three times, it was replaced by another three wrong sounds... Such a regular repetition cannot be a coincidence!

Watson suddenly opened his eyes and listened carefully to the mistakes in the song. During the period, he heard the singer pat the bed to beat the beat...

There is also a problem with this beat!

...but what does this beat imply?

Today's London is cloudy and rainy again, the sun cannot be seen outside the bars, and the occasional raindrops blown in by the wind bring a refreshing coolness...

Standing on the prison bed, Watson stretched out his hand to touch the iron railing on the window, and then he tried to squeeze his wrist out from the gap between the two iron railings...

A drop of rain hit Watson's palm, and then countless raindrops landed on his palm. Soon the temperature of the hand was taken away by the rain, but the cold feeling made people feel very comfortable...

Watson withdrew his right wrist, which was slightly bruised due to squeezing, and then put his right wrist into the palm of his left hand...

The temperature from the palm of the left hand was transmitted to the right wrist, and the feeling of alternating cold and warm made a kind of fear that was deeply pressed in the bottom of my heart slowly dissipate...

His eyes were glazed, and he knocked his head against the wall unconsciously!

"Boom, boom, boom... boom boom..." again and again, and each time became more intense...

It's unbelievable that the death of the parents was the killer of the grandfather... Although he didn't order to kill the father, the father went back too early that day!

And the education of more than ten years and the death of my sister...he just treats me as a pawn, wants to brainwash me, wants to lock me up...in his cage!

No... I can't go back to that state, or my sister and uncle will all die in vain!

"Sister..." Watson murmured to himself over and over again, hugged his arms tightly, curled up into a ball on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably!

He banged his head against the wall fiercely, because only pain can make people wake up, and because there is only pain in life... If there is no pain, then it is not alive!

A smear of red blood slowly flowed down the right cheek and dripped on the ground...

When the prison guards arrived, Watson's forehead was already bloody!

Watson's consciousness was very clear, even when the doctor gave him stitches again, the white saline bag flowed out of the blood vessels drop by drop through the tube, and now even the blood vessels became cold...

But... the corner of Watson's mouth was a smile that was easy to win!

He glanced at the patient in the next bed, it was the person who sang in the cell yesterday...

Hehe, now the rhythm is unlocked!

As soon as Watson wanted to get up, Mycroft walked in surrounded by three bodyguards. After Mycroft stood around Watson's bed, the others began to clean up the scene, excluding a bunch of idlers...

"Oh..." Watson said with a sigh, "Mycroft, thank you so much for coming to see me!"

"I wanted to bring you a present, but... I think I'll save the chrysanthemums for later!"

"Mycroft, you are so understanding!"

Mycroft glanced at Watson, propped his hands on the edge of the bed, and said gloomily, "Hand over the munitions information!"

Watson was stunned for a moment, opening his mouth and not knowing what to say...

Mycroft looked confident yesterday, what happened today that made him anxious to get back the documents?

He blinked in confusion: "What? What happened?"

Mycroft said blankly: "What happens is not your business, you just need to hand over the munitions information!"

"Will you let me go?"

"Heh..." Mycroft walked to the window with his arms folded, and said with his back to Watson, "...you're still in prison anyway, and it's even more impossible for me to let you go now!"

Watson frowned suspiciously: "What happened? Who do you sound like you are competing with? By the way... where is your umbrella?"

Mycroft turned unhappily and walked to the door, then turned his head to look at Watson... After raising money for a long time, he said, "Win or lose is yet to be determined!"

"what?"

"It's never a good thing to let you out, you are too dangerous!"

"Am I in danger?" Watson raised his eyebrows and looked at Mycroft: "Although I really want to break into your house...but I haven't implemented it yet. Try it that day?"

Mycroft glanced at Watson, then left without looking back...

Watson pursed his lips tightly, looking at the fluttering curtains and the rainy weather... After a while, he lifted the quilt and got off the bed, and walked to the window...

What happened?Mycroft's reaction was so strange!

Just thinking...the doctor and nurse led the patient back to the hospital bed.

Watson immediately lay back on the bed, and after the doctors and nurses had left, he said to the man next door, "Afghanistan?"

The man's index finger moved slightly, but he still said in Russian with a blank expression: "What?"

Watson scratched his head, and said in Russian: "You have to speak Russian to me, isn't Afghani better?" He changed a wronged tone and said, "...But, I can't speak it!"

The man rolled over vigilantly from the bed and stared at Watson...

Watson tore off the needle on the back of his hand, and sat cross-legged on the bed: "You just hummed an Afghan song to the doctor. In fact, you hummed nothing, but why did you sing "Katyusha" last night? beat?"

The man still looked at Watson without saying a word, but his calmness was betrayed by his overlapping and gently rubbing hands!

"Okay... well, although I don't talk as much as Sherlock, you can just listen to me." Watson smiled very friendly: "I have been thinking about your beat for a long time, because it is too slow and I can't tell it. Until the song you just hummed...it's obviously the song that beat yesterday!"

"How do you know it's Afghanistan?" The man stared at Watson angrily.

"Don't be like this... I won't betray you." Watson blinked playfully: "And I won't expose that doctor just now!"

"I can take you away!"

"It's so straightforward, I like it!"

"But... why did you come in?"

"This prison is different. There is no need to take apart many things. It's not good-looking!"

The man pursed his lips tightly, and quickly made a decision: "It's really not good-looking, ten o'clock tonight!"

Watson looked at the man appreciatively: "You are very decisive!"

"You are calm!"

"Who do you work for?"

"Oh! I never for..."

After speaking, Watson paused, and an incomparable face appeared in his mind...

Although he has the unique arrogance of the British, but the curly black hair and profound facial features are like the missing gods in Greek mythology...

It's not true that there is such a statue that represents wisdom, courage, hope... and justice!

Perhaps, such a divine mansion is too arrogant, disdainful of the fireworks and worship in the world, and would rather wander in the mortal world and reincarnate quietly...

"Hehe!" Watson laughed, turned to look at the man and said, "I work for a man who represents God's residence!"

"How much did he give you?"