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"How are you, Sherlock?" Watson put Sherlock flat on the shore, swallowed in horror, and the right hand placed on Sherlock's chest couldn't help trembling.

The water on Watson's hair was completely absorbed as soon as it landed on Sherlock's black coat...

Sherlock looked at Watson with a water-stained face, wrapped his coat tightly again, and said with trembling lips, "I don't know what else to say, can you forgive me?"

"What are you talking about?" Watson roared with pale face and red eyes, "I won't let you die, you know, I won't let you die."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Sherlock slowly raised his right hand, grabbed Watson's sleeve weakly, and sniffed in grief: "Are you really not thinking about it?"

"I told you Sherlock, I won't let you die, do you hear me?" Watson shook off Sherlock's hand, hugged his head, and stroked his curly black hair anxiously: "Who said that he is always a winner? "

Sherlock covered his face with his hands, and his voice was very hoarse: "I don't know that you will be angry, and I don't understand why you are angry, but I know you will definitely leave."

"Okay... I guessed that you might not know why I was angry, but..." Watson cried and hugged Sherlock tightly: "But I am not angry now, really, I don't blame you, I don't blame you either. Won't leave, but...but please don't leave me too, okay?"

"Really?"

"I told you you're a great person, you're such a good person, and you deserve the best... so if you want it, I'll do it."

"Hmm..." Sherlock suddenly shrugged his shoulders and couldn't help crying.

As the cry grew louder, Watson raised the back of his hand to cover his mouth, a tear fell from his tightly locked eye socket, and flowed into the gap on the back of his hand, staining his lips with the salty taste.

Watson licked his tears, and the cry slowly overflowed his mouth: "Sherlock, Sherlock..."

"Pfft——" A discordant voice broke the grief at the moment, and Sherlock's crying stopped abruptly.

Watson frowned suspiciously, and as soon as he lowered his head, he saw Sherlock who was holding back his laughter and was about to hurt himself!

"You..." Watson's eyes widened, and he was slightly taken aback... Soon, he reacted and raised his fist, heading straight for Sherlock's face.

Immediately afterwards, Watson grabbed Sherlock's coat collar, pulled him up, gritted his teeth and said, "You fucking lied to me again?"

"Hey..." Sherlock raised his hands and put them on top of his head, and soon a warm feeling flowed from his nose: "I'm really hurt."

"Hmph!" Watson said coldly.

Sherlock wiped his nosebleed with the back of his hand, and immediately pulled off his coat. The white shirt was stuck to his shoulders, and the blood was trickling out: "Look, I'm really hurt."

Watson glanced at Sherlock's blood-stained white shirt, and his heart sank... After a while, he breathed out, pursed his lips, and gave Sherlock a helpless look: "If you do this again, I will kill you." Cut off your head and put it in the freezer. I have a hundred ways to kill you."

"I have a thousand ways to kill you without being discovered."

"I can throw you back into the water now."

"Okay...I'm hurt now."

"Then shut up."

"Don't you think it's not the right time for you to talk about love?" Moriarty forced himself to stand up, and looked at Watson and Sherlock viciously: "Do you think this is the way to win?"

Watson gave Moriarty a look of disdain: "A lost dog."

"Then try."

As soon as Moriarty finished speaking, gunshots rang out from all directions, red light spots scurried in the air, and the bullets pierced through the air, before they could see the trajectory of the ballistics clearly, they were intercepted by another bullet...

Watson immediately supported Sherlock and found a hidden place to hide.

He quietly watched his men fight with Moriarty's men, the firepower of both sides was evenly matched...

Sherlock watched the scene calmly, raised his hand to stop Watson who was about to draw his gun: "Don't go."

"I'm going to kill Moriarty."

"It's not safe to go out now."

"I must kill him."

Sherlock looked at the firepower of the two sides without moving...Suddenly, he cursed: "Damn it."

"what happened?"

"I miscalculated his number."

"what?"

"Touch—" Watson hadn't finished speaking, a burst of flames shot into the sky, and Sherlock immediately pulled off his coat to protect himself and Watson's head.

Watson stared at Moriarty all the time, regardless of the explosion, he wanted to open the gap in his coat...

After the flames stopped for a while, Watson poked his head out of his coat and looked at Moriarty coldly: "You can't run away."

The wall behind Moriarty had a hole opened by the explosion just now, and soon several people came in from the hole. They surrounded Moriarty with submachine guns, and then shot back to cover Moriarty escapes.

Moriarty walked to the entrance of the cave with a smile, turned to look at Watson and said, "Let's play next time."

"You think beautifully, Moriarty, don't run away." Watson rushed out of the safe zone and tried to stand within the range of the pistol. Before he could stand still, he shot Moriarty twice.

Both shots missed, and Watson was about to fire the third shot. The person protecting Moriarty pointed the gun at him...

Sherlock took a few steps forward calmly, grabbed Watson's arm while firing back, and pulled him back: "Moriarty, you can't escape."

"But I'm going to run away now." Moriarty smiled and narrowed his eyes: "I really miss you all. But I have to say, Sherlock, you are very powerful."

"Let the tiger go back to the mountain to save future troubles." Watson pushed away Sherlock who was blocking him, and raised his gun again to point at Moriarty.

"I don't think he's a tiger." Sherlock twitched the corners of his mouth disdainfully, raised a smirk, looked at Moriarty and said, "I'll be waiting for you."

Moriarty raised his right hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, and made a gesture of "obey" on his forehead, then turned and bent over to step across the hole in the wall.

The person protecting him immediately fired indiscriminately, using bullets as cover...

Sherlock immediately threw Watson down and protected him. After the wave of shooting was over, Sherlock pulled Watson up and hid in the corner.

"Let him go like this?" Hua asked angrily.

"No way, I underestimated his power. He can put so many people around, which proves that his criminal gang is very big... He has not broken the line in Afghanistan."

"As you said, he is unfathomable, so it is very dangerous for us not to kill him." Watson paused and said, "We don't have as many resources as Moriarty."

"That's true..." Sherlock suddenly lowered his voice, and slowly turned his head to look away...

Watson looked suspiciously at Sherlock who was suddenly silent: "What are you thinking?"

"There will be a way, there is still some time before his next attack..."

"Can you build a sphere of influence comparable to his in a short period of time? Or can you replace Mycroft?"

Sherlock curled his lips and said displeasedly: "Don't underestimate me, I'm not a coward like Mycroft who needs to hide behind a group of people."

"Mycroft will not be pleased."

"He's happy every day."

Watson suddenly stopped talking, and stared into Sherlock's eyes without moving... After a while, he lowered his head and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't think that this matter is over, you have not lied to me once or twice."

"You lied to me too."

"When?"

"You said you could defuse bombs."

"Even if I don't know how to dismantle it, you don't need to take such a naive...Are you taking revenge on me for lying to you?"

"No..." Sherlock shook his head slowly, then pursed his lips tightly, and said angrily, "You always think of me so naively?"

"That's because you're naive."

Sherlock turned his head dissatisfied, and completely ignored Watson... Watson glanced at Sherlock and turned his head angrily.

"Listen, people inside, you are surrounded!" Suddenly a loud loudspeaker sounded from outside, and it was undoubtedly Lestrade who spoke.

The two gangs who were fighting suddenly stopped fighting and retreated to both sides in an orderly manner...

Soon there was only a mess left in the swimming pool. The ground was full of bullet casings, and the walls turned into concrete blocks were scattered all over the place. The clear swimming pool had become turbid.

Sherlock and Watson came out one after the other, Sherlock took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Lestrade, and soon the police poured into the swimming pool like a tide.

Lestrade rushed to the front with a loudspeaker and stopped five meters in front of Sherlock. He gasped and said, "What's going on?"

Sherlock gave Lestrade a white look impatiently: "Even if something happens, will your speed be useful?"

"You just sent me a text message 3 minutes ago." Lestrade panted and looked at the scene and said, "Is this a mass shooting?"

"Even if there is no text message from me, with such a big movement, you can't arrive earlier?"

"There were also shootings on the other side of London and the full force of the police was there."

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips, sneered, and said in a low voice, "As expected of Moriarty, he is thorough in his work."

"What did you say?" Lestrade asked, frowning.

"Nothing." Sherlock staggered away from Lestrade and strode forward.

"Where are you going?" Lestrade turned around and chased after a few steps, stopping Sherlock from asking, "You have to cooperate with the police now."

"No time."

"Wait..." Lestrade could only hold on to Sherlock's coat, but saw the blood on the white shirt: "Are you injured?"

Sherlock pulled back his coat, covered the wound, took a look at Lestrade, and moved on: "You also saw that I was injured and needed a doctor instead of a policeman."

"Hey... Sherlock." Lestrade could only turn his head to look at Watson. Watson lowered his head and said nothing: "What's wrong with you? Have you had a fight?"

"Sherlock is crazy." Watson raised his head and said dissatisfiedly, and then strode away in the opposite direction.

"Wait." Watson had just walked a few steps when Sherlock called Watson to stop and turned to look at Sherlock. Sherlock walked over and took a look at Watson, then walked forward without saying a word... …

Watson looked at Sherlock's back inexplicably.

What happened to Sherlock?Obviously he lied to me, how can he be the most wronged one now?

Did you make a mistake!

He exhaled angrily, and followed Sherlock's back to leave.

The author has something to say: So, Sherlock just needs to beat QAQ...

After taking cold medicine, I fell asleep with my comb... Even typing on the keyboard feels like cotton OTZ