save Sherlock

No rain today, but a lot of wind, especially around the empty train tracks, the cold wind howling with impunity...

Watson walked on the train tracks with his head down, holding a white memory stick in his hand, looking over and over again.

He raised his hand to smooth his hair that was blown by the wind, and took out his mobile phone to call Mycroft.

Does this kind of case need running errands?No one around Mycroft had feet?

What the hell is the missile program...

Suddenly, he stopped, frowned and looked at the phone, then at the memory stick... A strange face suddenly appeared in his mind.

It stands to reason that this was an ordinary case of murder and extortion. The owner of the memory stick was killed by his brother in order to sell the missile program...

However, the elder brother of the deceased couldn't find any channels in the background to sell the memory stick, but he did not hesitate to kill people.

Of course, it is reasonable to be drunk and kill people, but why...why, there are many wine bottles in the house, but he doesn't smell of alcohol?

Yes, the wine bottle is from yesterday, but there is no smell of wine on the murderer's clothes, but his clothes have been worn for three days.

Is it...

Watson suddenly quickened his pace, put the phone back into his trouser pocket, thought for a few steps but then stopped... He took out his phone again, thought for a while and decided to call Sherlock.

"Ding dong——" She was thinking about calling Sherlock when Sherlock sent a text message.

Watson frowned puzzledly, raised his head and fell into deep thought...

Sherlock told himself to go to the subway to dismantle the bomb?

... Moriarty is playing something new again.

He shook his head, then took a breath, and walked quickly towards the designated location.

The cold wind whizzed past the railway tracks, and a small piece of paper slammed into the wind without direction, and was quickly taken away from the ground and flew to a high place...

In the living room at 221B Baker Street, a scrap of paper rushed in through the open window led by the cold wind, and the curtains shook for a while, which could not be calmed down for a long time.

Sherlock was sitting on the sofa, with his palms folded on his lips, and a laptop was directly in front of him... The screen's erratic light was reflected in his pupils.

Moriarty: [The rules of the game have changed, I haven't forgotten the charming and lovely John. ] Sherlock: [I have already answered your riddle, why should I dismantle the bomb? 】【It will explode...】

【What does it have to do with me? 】

[Okay...but John is on the subway...] Sherlock was stunned for a while, squinted his eyes and thought for a while, and immediately typed on the keyboard to reply: 【What do you want to do again? 】【You don't ask him to dismantle the bomb, I have to ask my people to send him to see God. 】【Why are you doing this? 】

[I don't want to blow him up... But, since he is willing to sacrifice his life for you, I have to fulfill his wish. 】【This is a war between the two of us, don't bring John into it. 】【I really want to say yes... But, this is unlikely. 】Sherlock's hand typing on the keyboard was clenched suddenly, and after slowly lifting it up, he threw it angrily towards the lower corner...

He put his right fist to his mouth, biting his lip uneasily... After a while, he calmed down, took out his phone and sent a text message to Watson.

Since John can defuse bombs, it should be fine...but...

Sherlock suddenly turned around, rushed into the room and began to change clothes, grabbed the scarf and gloves and ran out in a hurry before they had time to put them on.

Can't let John face it alone!

According to the route sent by Sherlock, Watson soon found his target at the crowded subway station...

A pink cake box lay quietly on the bench, with exaggerated bows tied on the box, and a yellow plush puppy toy on it.

He glanced at the cake box impatiently, and stood there with his arms folded... After a while, he slowly moved closer to the box.

Moriarty is such an exaggeration, always likes to be so dramatic.

what is this puppyHehe, it is clear that he is really laughing at himself!

Watson threw away the plush puppy lying on the box, then slowly squatted down, and carefully opened the box...

You know you can't call the police. This is a time bomb of a remote-controlled bomb. There are only 5 minutes left, and Moriarty can operate it to explode at any time!

How can I dismantle it?

He took a deep breath and tried to calmly remove the shell of the bomb. Seeing that there were countless loops mixed together inside, he immediately became irritable!

In terms of the power of this bomb, the impact area will not be small, but I really can't dismantle it!

"John!" Sherlock squeezed through the crowd at the entrance and exit, pushing several people down during the process.

"Ding ding——" Watson took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket to answer: "Who?"

"Do you like the toy dog ​​I gave you? It's cute and looks like you... You can evacuate the crowd now, there are still 5 minutes, otherwise I will detonate the bomb now."

Watson looked at Sherlock who was still trying to squeeze over from a distance, and said slowly, "I don't know how to defuse bombs."

"Oh... what did you say?" Moriarty smiled incredulously: "The bomb will go off!"

Watson put the phone to his ear and didn't put it down for a long time, listening to the "beep" sound from the other end of the phone... His eyes were always fixed on Sherlock who was still running in the distance.

The curly hair on Sherlock's forehead was already wet with sweat, and it was firmly attached to the skin, and the scarf was also torn apart and hung loosely around his neck...

A woman holding a child was hit by Sherlock, and when she was about to fall to the ground, Sherlock quickly turned around to support them.

Before the lady could complain, Sherlock climbed onto the shelf next to him and shouted at the crowd: "Everyone leave, everyone leave, there are bombs here!"

Everyone paused, and all stared at Sherlock dumbfounded... After a short silence, a huge panic broke out in the crowd, pushing and shouting towards the exit.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Sherlock looked back at Watson in the crowd, and Watson was holding a bomb box in his arms...

"Leave quickly." Watson said in his usual voice.

Sherlock frowned: "What?"

The two couldn't hear what the other said, but they could feel each other's emotions... Suddenly, Sherlock widened his eyes and looked at Watson in disbelief.

Watson curled his lips helplessly, smiled gracefully, turned around and walked to a small door with the box in his arms...

Sherlock yelled in horror, "John, what are you doing?"

Watson didn't make a sound, and mouthed to Sherlock: "I don't know how to dismantle bombs, you leave now."

After speaking, Watson opened the iron gate with a wire. This is an underground air-raid shelter, which is relatively safe.

And Sherlock tried his best to go retrograde in the crowd, only seeing the small iron door...

Watson put the box on, turned around and closed the iron door, and then ran forward quickly...

Moriarty wants to play with himself, but he really can't defuse bombs. If Sherlock is not among the crowd outside, then I must drop the bomb and run away.

But...he was outside, how could he put him in a little danger?

Anyway, the system said that he would not die, so... run as far as possible now!

"Bump—" There was a huge explosion behind him, and the flames quickly flooded the air-raid shelter.

Watson threw himself forward as hard as he could, holding his head tightly... Soon, his consciousness was plunged into darkness.

The force of the explosion smashed through the iron gate, and the subway passageway was full of fragments from the explosion. The iron gate was distorted beyond its original shape, and was firmly pressed against a pedestrian.

Sherlock looked at everything in front of him, and was completely stunned...Suddenly, he ran forward like crazy, and just about to enter the air-raid shelter, he was choked out.

"Ahem..." He coughed violently, shaking the scarf in the air to disperse the smoke, and then Sherlock took a deep breath, blocked his mouth and nose with the scarf and burrowed in desperately.

"John!" Sherlock yelled in panic, running in the air-raid shelter without direction: "John!"

Suddenly, 50 meters ahead, there was a figure on the ground, and Sherlock ran over desperately...

Before he could stand still, he squatted down immediately, and under the forward force, his knees landed on the ground, and he slid forward for a certain distance, becoming a kneeling position on the ground.

Sherlock picked up Watson regardless of his embarrassment: "John, John."

Watson's curly yellow hair was completely burnt, his face was covered with red, swollen and dark marks, his clothes were also torn, and his hands were hanging limply by his sides.

Sherlock reached out his hand to check Watson's breathing, and froze for a while... Then he immediately laid the person flat, and folded his hands on Watson's heart.

"No...no, you can't die." Sherlock looked at Watson in grief, and pressed Watson's chest with all his strength. After a while, he immediately lay down and put his ear on Watson's heart, but felt Not a single sign of life...

Sherlock raised his head in disbelief, covered his mouth and nose with the back of his hand, sniffed a few times, and started a new round of CPR with red eyes.

...Still unable to hear any heartbeat, Sherlock raised his right hand in a panic, and slammed it hard on Watson's chest.

"We agreed, we agreed, right? But why do you always break your promise?"

As he spoke, he opened Watson's mouth, bent down and performed artificial respiration...

In the haze, Watson felt something soft on his lips approaching, and he didn't know who was calling out to his ears.

Who else would call himself so anxiously?The people who worried about me are all dead...

No, there is also Sherlock... Yes, Sherlock, is Sherlock calling himself?

"John, I beg you... I beg you, just for me, please come back to life once, okay?" Sherlock clenched his teeth and screamed in pain.

Watson tried his best to open his eyes, only to see a familiar face in his eyes.

Sherlock's face was filled with uncontrollable grief, and his eyes were full of pleading. He knelt on the ground like this, perseveringly doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

Seeing Sherlock's bewildered and directionless expression, Watson felt distressed for no reason...

He tried to open his eyes, looked at Sherlock with a smile, and said in a hoarse voice, "The living will be crushed to death by you."

"Are you awake?" Sherlock's eyes were full of joy, he raised his hand to wipe the sweat that slid down his cheeks, loosened his tense muscles, and sat on the ground panting heavily.

"Will you wake up?" Watson sneered weakly, "Your saliva is all over your mouth."

Sherlock froze for a moment...Suddenly, he raised his hand to touch his mouth, and then he licked his lips.

"Hiss—" He seemed to be taken aback, shook his head and came back to look at Watson.

"What's wrong with you?" Watson asked with concern.

"No... nothing." Sherlock carefully lifted Watson up, hugged him horizontally, and muttered something.

Watson raised his eyebrows and glanced at Sherlock: "What are you talking about?"

"I thought you were dead."

"I do not know."

"But you always lie." Sherlock's eyes showed a kind of hurt and loneliness.

"I really won't, trust me."

Sherlock looked at Watson... After a long while, he finally nodded slowly.

The author has something to say: Are you familiar with it?Watson also asked Sherlock, who was suspended animation, to appear in the same way... How many girls were so teary that the subtitles were blurred when Watson begged for the tombstone?

But...but! ! ! !You, Juanfu, are actually playing voyeurism in broad daylight in a fashionable outfit.

Glass heart, I immediately felt that I was being played with, typical of abuse! ! !