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The gate of 221B on Baker Street swayed back and forth in the breeze, with a wire inserted into the lock, and scratches all around the keyhole...

Watson opened his mouth and looked in front of him. This man in a black coat, after a while... he still couldn't give a reasonable explanation!

And the man quietly waited for Watson's answer...

Watson folded his arms gloomily, and looked at the bulldog at his feet...

I really want to strangle this dog!

two hours ago...

The bathroom was filled with a choking rose scent, and the open windows couldn't dispel the smell in a short time...

With a hot towel covering his face, Watson lay comfortably in the bathtub, and soon smelled the fragrance in the air.

He wiped the towel off his face, and the water in the bathtub had turned pink...

"What do you want to do?"

The tiger-headed dog hugged its paws, stood on its hind legs, and leaned against the door: "I think this fragrance is good, I added some more for you!"

Watson raised his arm, and the pink water was scooped up, giving off an almost disgusting smell.

He looked helplessly at his arm, which seemed to be a little discolored, and said with a smile, "Thank you!"

"How on earth do you want to do the task, today is the deadline, you can't miss it!"

"I'm not going!"

"why?"

"I'm waiting for the buyer of the sapphire to reply!"

"Ding dong——" Just as he was speaking, there was a sound from the computer.

Watson immediately strode out of the bathtub, wrapped himself in a towel, and ran to the computer!

Seeing the content of the reply on the screen, he raised the corner of his mouth, insisting on replying to the email happily...

The tiger-headed dog on the side looked at Watson with tears in his eyes: "Are you really going to buy this gem?"

"The price given by the other party is quite good!"

"Then can you do the task first?"

"No, I'm going to make an appointment for an afternoon deal, so let's get rid of it early to avoid long nights and dreams!"

The tiger-headed dog curled up its toes resentfully, its hooked nails clicked, hooked the carpet without a single click, and made a "click" sound.

Watson untied the towel around his bed, turned and went back to the bathroom: "Don't break the carpet, you'll have to pay for it!"

Soon there was a clattering sound from the bathroom, and Watson stood under the shower head, washing his body over and over again...

He sniffed the skin on his arm, and turned his head away in disgust.

How many times does it take to wash it off?It won't be washed off, right?

... It's terrible!

Half an hour later, Watson frantically turned off the shower head...

He lowered his head and smelled the smell on his body, so he had to compromise and put on his bathrobe!

In fact, the smell on my body is actually much weaker, probably because the fragrance in the bathroom has not dissipated...

However, I always feel that smell on my body!

Watson returned to the computer, ready to make an appointment with the buyer.

While wiping the water off his body, he took out the sapphire from his trouser pocket. Suddenly, he froze...

What about gems?gone?Are you kidding me...

There will be no second person in the room. In just half an hour, it can only be the system's tricks!

"System, you come out for me!"

【Haha, I want you to know how amazing I am! 】The bulldog ran quickly on the streets of London, and the wind passed by it mercilessly.

【Where are you? 】

【Want to know? 】

[I want to know, London won't be able to pass the winter solstice! 】

Panting, the bulldog stopped in front of a black door, the house number written in gold paint was very eye-catching - 221B.

finally reached!

It breathed a sigh of relief and said: [Hmph, we are protected, if you want to return the sapphire, come to 221B Baker Street! 】【What are you thinking? 】

[I'm waiting for you here! 】

Watson breathed a sigh of relief, replied to the email helplessly, and changed the trading time!

He didn't even have time to dry his hair, so he immediately put on his clothes and pants, picked up his black leather jacket and rushed out the door...

The taxi slowly stopped at 221B Baker Street. Watson put on his leather jacket while examining the two-story British building...

He calmly put his hands into his trouser pockets, maintaining his usual faint smile: [I'm here, where are you? 】A speck of dust fell from the air to Watson's feet, and when he looked up, he saw a bulldog lying on the windowsill of an attic.

The tiger-headed dog shook its tail triumphantly: [Hmph, I hid the sapphire in this family, come in and get it if you can! 】【You think I can't come in? 】

[Even if you come in, you may not be able to get out...] Watson interrupted the bulldog, shrugged his shoulders and said: [Is there any place in the world that can trap me? ] As he spoke, he took out a wire from the inner bag of the jacket...

This is a very ordinary house, and even the door locks are not equipped with any alarm facilities. Maybe because it is the city center, it doesn't need too much protection...

This kind of lock can be opened by a three-year-old child!

I just took a shower, and I haven't dried my body yet, and my left shoulder hurts when the cold wind blows...

The original owner's gunshot wounds... always happen when they shouldn't be!

Watson's hand holding the wire trembled a little, and soon left thin scratches on the door lock, so he had to switch to his right hand to open the door...

This pissed off my left-handed self!

"Crack——" With a crisp sound, the door was successfully opened!

Watson crossed his arms, sighed, and looked at the door lock helplessly, with a faint displeasure on his face!

It actually took 35 seconds... In the past, at most five seconds!

Suddenly, a shadow was cast on the corner of the gate.

Watson showed the most disarming smile, and slowly turned around...

When he saw the person in front of him, he froze in place in surprise!

The unusually thin figure made the man look particularly slender, and the smoky blue eyes revealed a kind of aggressive sharpness. Although the black curly hair was not messy, the owner didn't spend much effort on tidying it up...

Watson took a breath, still looking at the man calmly.

There is no doubt that this man is the one I saw on the street yesterday!

He smiled and said, "I didn't expect to meet again today. It's really a place in life where we don't meet again!"

"Oh, so what are you doing?"

Watson pouted, stretched out his hand again and said with a friendly smile, "My name is John Watson!"

The man took out his hand from his coat pocket, and lightly shook Watson's hand: "My name is Sherlock Holmes...so what are you doing?"

"Hello, Mr. Holmes!"

"Call me Sherlock!"

"I am very honored!"

Sherlock stood on tiptoe, looked at the ground and said, "So, do you have a reason for the explanation?"

"..."

Although Watson's face still maintained a well-prepared smile, it still couldn't hide his bewildered heart...

He opened his mouth, really not knowing how to explain it!

The tiger-headed dog looked at this scene in disbelief, and immediately slipped down from the water pipe on the outer wall...

It's over, I was misunderstood by Sherlock, and I will never even think about completing the task for the rest of my life!

It looked at Watson with a sky-falling expression: [What should I do? 】【You have the nerve to ask me? 】

[I just want you to complete the task! 】

[Do you think I can still complete the task as it is now? 】【...I believe you will find a way. 】

Watson's hair hadn't dried yet, and when the wind blew, it slipped from the slightly curly yellow hair and just dripped onto the corner of Sherlock's black coat.

He said shyly, "Ah...I'm sorry."

Sherlock's eyes remained fixed on Watson: "No...it's okay, but have you thought about how to answer?"

"I'd love to explain it to you, but..."

Sherlock withdrew his gaze, stepped forward, put on black gloves, and touched the door lock.

He said lightly: "I was hunted down yesterday, and I just took a shower today, standing at the door of my house, and trying to pry open the door... Oh, no, you didn't pry open it, you are very professional! Who are you?" ?”

Watson spread his hands and looked at Sherlock with broken eyes: "I am a military doctor who was unfortunately shot in Afghanistan and then sent back to China. If you don't believe me, you can go and investigate!"

"Yes, I know it's the gun in the left shoulder!"

"How did you know?"

Sherlock looked down at Watson: "The angle and direction of the scratches on the door lock are caused by your left hand, but the direction of the wire in the keyhole shows that you are opening the door with your right hand.

But you're obviously left-handed, otherwise no one would be left-handed in the first place.There must be some reason that caused you to change hands. You said that you were shot so it was exactly the same! "

Watson looked at his left hand...

This Sherlock seems very interesting, with good observation and analysis skills!

He asked curiously: "Then, how do you know that I was hunted down yesterday?"

"There was a shooting on Green Road yesterday. I judged that besides the deceased and the killer, there must be a third person present, but Lestrade believes that the other three shots fired by the killer were caused by the deceased evading!"

Watson crossed his arms and looked at Sherlock warily: "What?"

"You have glass shards on your body, but the deceased doesn't have it!"

"Wait...I don't understand what you're talking about."

Sherlock glanced at Watson, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Well, I believe you came back from Afghanistan, but why don't you behave like a soldier, and besides that, you are also involved in the murder?"

"I don't understand what you're saying!"

"Your collar is full of shards of glass, but in your cuff, there is a shard of Bohemian crystal glass, which is just broken from the cross-section. There happened to be two Bohemians in that restaurant. A crystal vase imported from Asia."

Watson was stunned, let go of the arm he was holding, and for a while...

He smiled lowly and said, "It's just a coincidence, my house happens to have a Bohemian crystal vase..."

"You still have obvious signs of fighting on your body."

"I like fisting and kicking!"

"Of course there is a bunch of bulldog hair on those broken glass!" Sherlock raised the corner of his mouth proudly, and then said disdainfully: "I know this is also a coincidence, but at least it proves one thing!"

"what?"

"Lestrade was wrong, and I was right!"

Sherlock's face is full of unreserved pride... Also, there is a kind of joy of children getting candy!

…Okay, the analogy is weird, but it is true!

Watson crossed his arms and stared at Sherlock in a daze, trying not to miss a slight expression...

[Who is Sherlock, his reaction is very strange! 】【Ah... I can't spoil it! 】

[What's the use of keeping you? 】

【…】

Watson sighed and said with a smile: "My dear Mr. Sherlock, may I leave now?"

Sherlock immediately moved to the left to make way for Watson: "Of course!"

"Thank you!"

But Watson didn't take a few steps before Sherlock called out: "Wait!"

"what?"

Sherlock held Watson's iron wire to unlock the door in his mouth, and he jumped forward to Watson and said, "Do you want more?"

"You look very happy."

"Of course, once again proving me right!"