save Sherlock

The heavy rain is falling tirelessly, as if it wants to wash away everything in the world...

A black car braved the heavy rain, shuttling through the streets at midnight...

Watson leaned against the window, quietly listening to the sound of rain outside the car window, he couldn't help but clenched his hands to resist the clamoring and roaring rain—it was as if God was angry!

Gradually, the impact of the rain has become numb to hearing, perhaps because the heart has become numb...

Watson let go of his fist and exhaled lightly, so that no one would find out!

I just don't understand why Sherlock is being treated like this...why?

And... why on earth did I live?

"Give me the things!" Mycroft stretched out his left hand from the passenger seat without looking back.

"What?" Watson asked, frowning.

"I'm talking!" Mycroft said impatiently.

Watson was stunned for a moment, then suddenly slightly startled, and then rubbed the back of his hand in embarrassment... After hesitating for a while, he still didn't know how to speak!

"This..." Watson looked at Mycroft very apologetically, "It ran away with the little plane!"

Mycroft shook his eyes in confusion, and was about to ask, but suddenly froze...

After a while, Mycroft smiled in disbelief and said, "Did you give the fugitives the arms information to Afghanistan?"

"Ah!" Watson smiled at Mycroft, "This is probably the case!"

"Hehe!" Mycroft laughed angrily. He turned around and looked at Watson through the gap in the seat: "He is a munitions smuggler himself!"

"Oh! Mycroft is very worried. God says everything will be fine!" Watson smiled mischievously.

"Then tell me where is God?"

"This question... I guarantee that the information is safe."

"You think I won't throw you back in prison again?"

"You always like to push me...you have to know it's all your fault!"

"I?"

Watson shrugged helplessly, and only raised the corners of his mouth to give Mycroft a smirk: "If you don't force me, I won't give that fugitive a final push and put the documents in his pocket!"

"why?"

"Didn't you say that I can't threaten you in the prison? I have to send the materials out, and then I can threaten you!"

"But it's not me..." Mycroft paused, gritted his teeth and said, "Sherlock!"

"What's the matter with Sherlock?" Watson couldn't help laughing at Mycroft's out of breath look: "Well... I know where they are going, you can always It can be recovered!"

Mycroft squinted at Watson, folded his arms and looked out the window, ignoring Watson!

Watson curled his lips and looked out of the window again...

The rain has begun to weaken, and the street washed by the rain has a clean atmosphere... When the car stopped at 221B Baker Street, the rain had completely stopped. As soon as I opened the door, I was wrapped tightly by the cold wind live!

Watson was terrified from the cold, but was soon attracted by the sound of the violin floating down from upstairs... He completely forgot that he was still in the cold wind at this moment!

The tune that Sherlock played today does not belong to any musician, and the improvised tune is somewhat cheerful, as if welcoming someone's arrival.

Watson frowned, gently pushed open the concealed door, and stepped up the wooden stairs step by step...

Is Sherlock waiting for himself?

As soon as he reached the door of the living room, Sherlock's piano sound stopped abruptly!

Watson was standing by the door, and this angle was just right enough to see Sherlock's side face...

Sherlock was wearing a neat suit and trousers, even the cuffs were buttoned up. He put down the violin, then turned around slowly, with a faint smile on his mouth...

"Mycroft, you really keep the agreement!" Sherlock glanced at Watson, and immediately looked at Mycroft who was secretly outside the door and was not sure to come in.

Mycroft reluctantly came out, then stood in the middle of the living room, put on his formulaic smile, looked at Sherlock, then at Watson...

He said with a friendly smile, "Well... John Watson welcomes you back, you have passed the test!"

Sherlock squinted at Mycroft, stepped forward, walked up to him, and said condescendingly, "Don't say it's your credit, I'm forced to make a bet with you!"

"But you won!"

Sherlock slowly put on a triumphant smile, and said to Mycroft disdainfully, "Yes, I won!"

Mycroft gave Sherlock a blank look, and immediately turned his head to look ahead and said, "Give me back my umbrella!"

Sherlock walked into the room and took out a long black umbrella, imitating Mycroft's usual standing posture, holding the long umbrella, and looked at Mycroft without saying a word.

Mycroft stared at Sherlock. After a while, he finally moved, walked up to Sherlock, and grabbed the long umbrella...

He walked to the door angrily, looked back at Sherlock and said, "I can't believe you didn't tell me!"

"Oh..." Sherlock looked at Mycroft innocently: "You started the war with me first, don't be like a gambler who can't afford to lose, you know it's ugly!"

Ignoring Sherlock's sarcasm, Mycroft turned to Watson and said, "Thank you for finally letting him beat me for a while!"

Watson frowned in confusion, and was about to ask, but was interrupted by Sherlock!

Sherlock twitched the corner of his mouth and gave a smirk: "I've never lost!"

"But you haven't won!" Mycroft paused, looked up again, the displeasure on his face disappeared, and he said with a sincere smile: "But this is an exception, because John...God must be dozing off, Otherwise, how could you have this accident!"

After speaking, Mycroft turned around and went downstairs, leaving without looking back...

Hearing Mycroft's brisk footsteps, Watson became even more puzzled. He frowned and thought for a long time, but couldn't come to a conclusion!

He had to look at Sherlock: "What's going on?"

Sherlock walked to the sofa, sat down slowly, and closed his mouth just as he was about to speak. He lowered his head and unbuttoned his cuffs, and looked at Watson again...

He let out a breath, put his fingers together, and said slowly: "I didn't understand at first, why you have trouble with drug dealers, the obvious reason is related to your identity, but this is not true! Because you have suffered so badly. Injury, and came to the circus to save me..."

Sherlock suddenly fell silent, and Watson looked at him puzzled...

It seems rare that Sherlock never pauses in his reasoning!

Watson couldn't help but interrupt Sherlock's meditation: "What?"

"Until the explosion that night, you blew up the factory! Eliminate all kinds of impossibilities, and the rest, even if it is so impossible, is the truth... So, you did this for me!" Sherlock suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Hua. Sheng: "Otherwise you don't have to yield to Mycroft every time!"

Watson was stunned, folded his arms involuntarily, looked down at the ground and said, "What's going on with Mycroft?"

"Mycroft came to me when you brought back the munitions information, and I told him that you and Moriarty are hostile!"

Sherlock walked to the window and slowly told Watson what happened that day...

There is no rain in London tonight, and the moon is particularly eye-catching in the sky, probably because it is the middle of the month, so the moon is very round...

A black car was parked downstairs at 221B Baker Street. Mycroft climbed upstairs with a black umbrella. He used the umbrella to push open the door of the living room...

The living room was dark and the lights were not turned on, but the windows were wide open. Sherlock sat on the sofa without saying a word, looking at the moon outside the window...

Mycroft turned on the light, looked at the still motionless Sherlock and said, "Are you looking at the moon?"

"What did he say?" Sherlock said without looking back.

"He didn't say anything, the shoulder wound seems to have been there for some time, he just got shot in the thigh and is now in the hospital." Mycroft paused, walked to the fireplace and said, "I'm here to ask your opinion! "

"He is not from Moriarty. He and Moriarty met by accident. The reason is a sapphire. It is no accident that they are enemies!"

"Then who is he?"

Sherlock curled his lips and shrugged indifferently: "I don't know!"

"He served as a soldier in Afghanistan before. You must know that the battlefield is changing rapidly, and you must be careful in foreign affairs... He has no doubts at all, but he is abnormal, so I have to ask your opinion!"

"If you don't believe me, you can lock him up for a few days, you won't be able to ask anything, but don't send him to a military court!"

Mycroft frowned and said, "Sherlock, you must know that I don't care about this matter, and it's only right for him to go to that court in the end!"

"Don't tell me this, you don't have to worry about the ammunition!"

"Yes, but the cause of this incident is one of my subordinates."

"There must be something more important, anyway, you can't ask him anything, unless you are too scared to bet with me!"

Mycroft paused, leaning against the fireplace and crossing his arms: "Okay, I can temporarily put him under my supervision!"

Sherlock glanced at Mycroft, and continued to look at the moon outside the window...

After hearing this, Watson looked at Sherlock in surprise, he opened his mouth and didn't know what to say...

Almost forgot about the court-martial, if Mycroft handed himself over, it must be a disaster!

... After all, the army knows John Watson too well. If he finds that he is not dead, he will peel off his skin, but the final result will definitely be death!

Watson pursed his lips tightly, and after a while, he said, "What else?"

"Mycroft doesn't let you go that easily, if he doesn't ask what he wants, he will hand you over, I have to let him keep you. Then I tell him you have something to do with Afghanistan, so it makes sense , because you disappeared on the battlefield for a short time!"

"What? Why is it involved?"

There was a smug smile on the corner of Sherlock's mouth: "So I have to make a bet with him!"

"what exactly is it?"