save Sherlock

Although there is no rain in London tonight, the cold wind will not be so lovely, the moon is completely covered, and only a street lamp illuminates everything...

Watson has been standing under the street lamp for five hours...

He wrapped up his jacket and looked up helplessly at the window on the second floor. The orange light was still on!

It's almost one o'clock, why is Sherlock still not asleep?

Baker Street was very quiet in the middle of the night. A gust of cold wind seemed to dim the light of the street lamps, and a few mice took the opportunity to scurry across the street.

Watson folded his arms irritably, and looked at the windows on the second floor!

There are several mice on this street, and I almost counted them.

The tiger-headed kennel trembled at Watson's footsteps: [Sherlock didn't go to bed so early, you came too early! 】【You have to know, who is responsible for this? 】

【I don't want to either, but I want to tell you one thing...】【What? 】

[It's like this...] The tiger-headed dog looked at Watson hesitantly, and after a while, it finally took a breath and said: [I put the sapphire in Sherlock's room!So... are you going to wait until he's asleep before getting it? ] Watson paused for a moment, then slowly turned his head to look at the bulldog at his feet.He couldn't help but close his eyes and adjust his emotions...

After a while, he opened his eyes, smiled and said, "What should I repay you?" ] The tiger-headed dog curled up his body tightly, and said submissively: [I originally thought that I would put the sapphire here with Sherlock, and then let you go to Barts Hospital for the plot, so that you can become Sherlock's roommate smoothly Already...but now...]【Even if London is not the winter solstice, I think I can still boil you! 】【Don't be like this, we are on the same line after all! 】【a line? 】

【At least for now! 】

Watson leaned his head heavily against the lamppost, looking at the window of Sherlock's house with a complicated expression.

[I really lost to you! 】

Suddenly, the curtains cast a shadow on a tall figure, and the iconic curly hair indicated that this person was Sherlock. At the same time, the lights in the room disappeared!

Watson breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the door of 221B.

He looked down at the tiger-headed dog: [You stay here and don't move, I will find the sapphire and deal with you! 】【good……】

Watson immediately grabbed the water pipe and climbed to the attic in two or three strokes. He gently opened the window and jumped in neatly!

"Pa-ta--" After a crisp sound, the attic was illuminated like daylight.

Watson couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and put his hands in his trouser pockets.

Sherlock was wearing a white shirt, a pair of black suit pants, and a pair of black leather shoes on his feet...

Apparently he was waiting to come, otherwise it would be such a dress!

He showed a visiting expression, looked at the dusty attic, and said appreciatively, "Not bad!"

Sherlock unbuttoned the cuffs of his cuffs, and said in agreement, "I think so too. I've been waiting for you for five hours, and I didn't expect you to come in now!"

"How did you know I was coming?"

"The choking smell of rose essence on your body is usually used by hotels. I can easily find out where you live. Then, I followed you to Baker Street, but you didn't seem to want to come in, so I had to turn on the light." Wait for you!"

Although Watson had an unbelievable expression on his face, the smile on the corner of his mouth was excited: "Wait, how could I not feel that someone is following me?"

Sherlock pouted triumphantly: "Who knows, maybe those who followed you before were all fools!"

Suddenly, a picture flashed in Watson's mind!

He said in surprise: "You must be pretending to be a waiter. No wonder the number of people in the lobby is always wrong today. I am always sensitive to odd and even numbers... But unfortunately, this good habit didn't work today... By the way, Are you still pretending to be a delivery guy?"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and said with a little appreciation: "You have a good memory, but you didn't realize it at the time!"

"Yes... I was too careless... I should say I underestimated you!"

"It's okay, people in this world are like goldfish, their brains are too small to see!"

"Of course, of course..."

Watson suddenly stood still, watching Sherlock quietly...

Sherlock rolled up his cuffs, suddenly stepped forward with his right foot, leaned forward at the same time, and swung a right uppercut in front of Watson.

Watson smiled, turned right to avoid the attack, and slapped Sherlock's wrist with a palm: "Aren't you lazy!"

Sherlock took another step forward, bent his elbow and flicked Watson's palm away.

He hooked the corner of his mouth: "Your skills are not bad, this way looks like a killer?"

"I'm not a killer, I never do that kind of low-end work!"

As he said that, Watson dived down, turned his palm into a fist, and hit Sherlock's knee hard.

Sherlock, who had been hit, was not in a hurry, and immediately raised his other knee and lifted it to Watson's chin.

Watson narrowly avoided the blow, but the corner of his mouth was scratched.

He raised the back of his right hand and rubbed the corner of his mouth: "Can you not slap your face?"

Sherlock shrugged, smiled and said, "Then solve the problem in another way."

"what?"

Watson immediately noticed a flash of black...

Angle, force, speed at which Sherlock draws the gun... the size of the room and the speed at which he runs... Well, it is indeed impossible to escape!

Half a second later, after the analysis, he spread his hands and said helplessly, "I didn't bring a gun!"

Sherlock held up a black pistol and made a regretful expression: "That's really unfortunate...Although I really want to fight you, but now I want to know the answer even more!"

"what is the answer?"

"That murder case, why was it hunted down, why did it sneak into my house!"

Watson walked to the wall, leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, and asked with a smile, "What do you think?"

Sherlock shook the gun in his hand, pouted and said, "You'd better cooperate, otherwise the consequences will be very troublesome!"

"You didn't intend to kill me, and you didn't think I was guilty. What am I afraid of?"

Sherlock blinked, squinted and thought for a moment, "What?"

"Your expression tells me that there is only excitement in your eyes. If you kill me, you won't know the answer. So as long as I don't tell you, you won't kill me!"

Sherlock stared at Watson for half a second, and immediately made a decision. He put the gun on his index finger, and then turned the pistol with his index finger upright.

He smiled and said, "You seem to be very interesting!"

"How to say?"

"But you... still don't want to tell me why you came to my house?"

"this problem……"

"Kang Dang——" There was a sudden sound downstairs, followed by a woman's scream: "Ah! Sherlock, when did you get a dog?"

Sherlock shook his eyes and ran downstairs immediately!

Watson was stunned and asked the tiger-headed dog in his heart: [What did you do again? 】【I'll find you a sapphire, and I found it! 】

"Fuck!" Watson put aside his proud self-cultivation, cursed, and followed Sherlock's footsteps downstairs.

A middle-aged old lady stood in the living room in purple pajamas, holding a bulldog tightly in her arms: "It was too noisy just now. I saw this dog as soon as I went upstairs. What kind of dog do you have?"

Watson looked at the tiger-headed dog with a blank expression. It was holding a blue gemstone in its mouth, and its body was covered with black mud...

Not afraid of god-like opponents, but of pig-like teammates!

...Although I don't eat dog meat myself, why not try it once?

Sherlock took a step forward, took the bulldog from Mrs. Hudson's arms, then quietly took out the sapphire from the dog's mouth and put it in the heart of his right hand.

He smiled and said to Mrs. Hudson: "Eh... Mrs. Hudson, I just raised one."

Mrs. Hudson suddenly noticed Watson, and asked with a puzzled look: "Sherlock, who is he?"

"Uh... Watson, John Watson, is a military doctor who just returned from Afghanistan."

Watson immediately stepped forward and greeted Mrs. Hudson politely: "Good midnight, beautiful Mrs. Hudson!"

Mrs. Hudson was stunned for a moment, then blinked, and then said pleasantly: "You don't need to go to the attic next time, I haven't cleaned it yet!"

Watson blinked suspiciously, and glanced at the tiger-headed dog...

The woman's reaction is so strange!It's probably strange to classify it with Sherlock...

Sherlock raised his hand suddenly, pushed Mrs. Hudson's shoulder, and said, "Um... Mrs. Hudson, should you go back downstairs to sleep?"

"Alright, let's play slowly!"

After seeing off Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock looked at Watson without saying a word, and Watson stared at the sapphire in Sherlock's hand...

Suddenly, the door opened again, and Mrs. Hudson poked out half of her head: "I don't want to disturb, I just ask if you want to put hot water for bathing? The attic is too dirty, but if you like it, I will clean it tomorrow !"

Sherlock stopped loudly: "Mrs. Hudson!"

"Oh, I'll fall asleep right away, you go on!" Mrs. Hudson's footsteps came downstairs soon.

After making sure no one was disturbing, Sherlock spread out his right hand and shook the sapphire in the light: "There is no doubt that this is 'Cornflower', such a small piece is worth a lot of money... When did you hide it in my room?" of?"

Watson raised his eyebrows in disgust: "If I say that I didn't hide it, but a dog did it, what do you think?"

Sherlock looked down at the bulldog in his arms, frowned and said, "It's more reasonable, otherwise I wouldn't have noticed someone broke into the house!"

"Okay, you can give it back to me!"

Sherlock blinked his left eye and said triumphantly, "This gem is stolen goods, so I can't give it to you."

"How do you know it's stolen goods?"

"You took the killer's sapphire in the murder case that day, so you were hunted down!"

Watson raised his hand and said with a smile: "Wait, you misunderstood, I didn't take this, they gave it to me."

"Then why are they chasing you?"

"Because of some technical issues, we couldn't reach a consensus!"

Sherlock looked at Watson and said slowly, "Very good, very good...I see!"

"Then please give it back to me, I can't live on that little pension!"

"no!"

"why?"

"Is there any question you didn't answer honestly."

"what?"

"For example... who are you?"

Watson pursed his lips and looked down at the floor...

This is really a good question. Do you believe it or not when I say that I have time-traveled?