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Watson came back from the supermarket with two bags of food. Although he looked straight at the road ahead, his eyes never focused...

What to eat tonight?

Sherlock has been leaving very early these days, and he doesn't know what he's doing.And in the past few days, he is no longer picky about food, he almost eats whatever he eats.

The child's rebellious period has passed, so he knows how to be considerate of adults?

"Pfft——" Watson was dumbfounded by his own thoughts. Sometimes he really can't use ordinary people's thinking when facing Sherlock. He is no doubt like a six-year-old child in terms of tossing people, but sometimes he is very wise and mature...

For example, when thinking about problems, such as when playing the violin, his smoky blue eyes are always filled with a halo of wisdom and deep... But once he is brought back to reality, he is like a child who knows nothing about the world!

Soon, Watson came to the door of the house. He shook his head with a smile, dispelling these unrealistic fantasies. As soon as he looked up, he saw that the door was unlocked...

When I went out this morning, I must have locked it. Could it be Mrs. Hudson?

He cautiously pushed open the door, and saw a fresh scratch on the corner of the staircase. Watson took two steps back, stood on the sidewalk, and looked up at the dangling curtains on the second floor...

After thinking for a while, he slowly put down the plastic bag in his hand, and moved lightly into the house.

Obviously, there were traces of fighting from the door to the stairs. If it was Sherlock's house, there would be more movement. Now these traces can only show that it is Mrs. Hudson who is facing the enemy!

This conclusion made Watson's pupils shrink. He glanced nervously at the door of the living room that was still shaking. Suddenly, he rushed forward...

There were five gunmen standing in the living room. Mrs. Hudson was tied to a chair by them. She had bruises on her face and hands. Although it was not fatal, she was old and she had to lie down for a long time with her bones injured.

"Woo~~~" Mrs. Hudson was restrained by a white cloth, and could only whine at Watson.

Watson stared at this scene angrily...

Mrs. Hudson was the first person she met who was like a mother after she came to this world. She always smiled amiably and treated everyone enthusiastically. She was also able to deal with Sherlock's various strange habits. All inclusive, not to mention always enlightening and caring about yourself!

This is someone who was like a mother and now being treated like that.

"Who are you?" Watson asked blankly.

"Hand over your phone." The leading man pointed the muzzle of his sniper rifle at Mrs. Hudson's forehead.

"What..." Watson paused, and suddenly remembered that Sherlock had indeed mentioned that a group of people wanted to snatch Irene's cell phone: "Let her go."

"Hand over your phone." The leading man looked at Watson threateningly.

"Let him go first." Watson looked coldly into the other's eyes.

"Hand over your phone first."

Watson looked away, paused for a moment, then looked back at the man and said, "Okay."

"where is it?"

"On me."

The man beckoned his two accomplices to search the body. Watson raised his hands above his head and looked at the group of people very cooperatively...

When the two bent over to search, Watson raised his knee and slammed the other person's door. At the same time, he raised his elbow and slammed it hard on the back of the other person. Then, he quickly squatted down to pick up the other person. The dropped gun, the whole process took less than three seconds...

As soon as Watson's hand touched the gun, he caught a glimpse of a person standing at the door from the corner of his eye. From the hem of his leather shoes and coat, he was sure to be Sherlock.

"Go on!" Watson threw the gun in his hand upwards.

Sherlock caught the gun nimbly, jumped up two steps on the spot, and at the same time dived down, slid on his knees in front of Mrs. Hudson, and put the gun against the chin of the leading man.

The man standing next to Hudson immediately counterattacked with a gun. Sherlock kicked the opponent's ribs with a right kick, and easily snatched the gun from the opponent's hand.

For a breath, Sherlock aimed two guns at the two men beside him.

Watson easily kicked the two gangsters who had removed their guns to the ground, picked up the gun and jumped up on the spot, aiming at the forehead of the last gangster and smashing it down. With one blow, all the gangsters fell to the ground.

After dealing with the enemy, Watson immediately ran to Mrs. Hudson, untied her the white cloth that deformed her face, and then eagerly untied the rope that bound her wrist.

"Are you all right?" Watson swallowed with some fear.

Not only in this world, even in the original world, there will not be another Mrs. Hudson. Although she is not related by blood, she is already a relative of her own. What will happen if she is lost again?

"It's okay, I'm fine." Mrs. Hudson seemed to see Watson's uneasiness, immediately hugged his waist, and comforted him softly with tears: "I'm fine."

"That's good, that's good..." Watson couldn't help tightening his arms around Mrs. Hudson's shoulders, as if he was afraid of losing them.

Sherlock glanced at Watson, then turned to look at the leading man coldly: "What are you looking for?"

"I don't want to hurt you, I just want the phone." The man begged.

"Humph." Sherlock snorted coldly, threw away the sniper gun in his right hand, and then knocked out another gangster with a hand knife, leaving only the leading man behind: "What do you want in the phone?"

"I..." The man's chin was still pressed against by Sherlock's muzzle, and he took a step back in fear, but he couldn't escape Sherlock's hold: "Photo."

"What picture."

"We don't know, we are only responsible for recovering the photos."

"Okay..." Sherlock glanced at the man, turned around slightly, then lifted the man's collar and pushed him to the French window.

The man looked around vigilantly, and grabbed Watson's coat with his backhand. Watson subconsciously pushed Mrs. Hudson away, but was dragged to the French window by the man.

Sherlock pressed the man against the window, half of the man's body was hanging outside, and Watson was his only life-saving straw. He held on to Watson's clothes tightly, and the three of them fought by the French window...

The man grabs Watson and doesn't let go, but due to the narrow window, Watson can't break free from him smoothly. Sherlock has no choice but to loosen his grip on the man and go to help Watson.

Taking advantage of this gap, the man bounced Sherlock away with his elbow, and Watson immediately stepped forward to force the man out of the window again.

Sherlock, who had just stood firm, was about to come up. The man panicked when he saw it, and his body slipped, so he dragged Watson and fell off the window sill...

"John!" Shouted Sherlock, watching this scene in disbelief, he subconsciously jumped onto the window sill, looked at the water pipe outside the wall, and slid directly down the water pipe.

Both Watson and the man fell heavily on the ground. The disgusting feeling of the concussion made Watson writhe on the ground uncomfortably, but he still managed to stand up and punched the man hard.

The man who was also in concussion was knocked to the ground by Watson's punch, unable to fight back...

Sherlock, who had just arrived on the ground and hadn't stood still, immediately ran to Watson, supported his half-kneeling body, and asked nervously, "Are you all right, are you all right, John?"

Watson only felt a blur in front of his eyes. He saw Sherlock's face pale with fright. He tried his best to smile and said, "It's only on the second floor. You know I'll be fine."

"I know, I know..." Sherlock hugged Watson's shoulders tightly, unable to suppress the trembling in his voice: "But... But this is not the first time."

"What?" Watson asked with difficulty.

"It's not the first time I let you have an accident in front of me."

Watson froze for a moment, his dizzy brain finally regained some clarity. He squinted his eyes and tried to focus his attention on Sherlock.

Watson was taken aback seeing Sherlock's bewildered look. He never thought that Sherlock would have such an expression. No matter what happens, Sherlock can always retain his sanity, not to mention that the current problem is not very big...

"I..." Watson paused, frowned and said, "The problem is not that big now, so you don't need to blame yourself."

"I'm not blaming myself." Sherlock turned his head away, unwilling to admit it.

"Listen..." Watson bowed his head in thought for a while and said, "To protect you, even if I die for you, it's my own will, and it has nothing to do with you!"

"It doesn't matter? Are you sure?" Sherlock turned his head angrily, gritted his teeth and looked at Watson: "If I let you die in front of me, it will prove my incompetence."

Watson blinked, trying to understand the meaning of Sherlock's words...

The two brothers of the Sherlock Holmes family seem to belong to sovereignty and have a strong desire for control. The most unique thing should be their proud ability, so if they die, it is also an...an insult to Sherlock's ability?

Watson smiled slightly and said, "I'm sorry to make you worry about this, but you know that I am also strong and will not lose to you, so I will not die easily."

"That's not the problem, John!" Sherlock said, holding back his anger.

"Where is that?"

Sherlock froze for a moment, as if he couldn't find the answer, he looked away, staring at the unconscious man on the ground in a daze...

Where is the problem?

Danger follows everywhere, I enjoy it, and John also enjoys it, but...it is absolutely unacceptable to be afraid when facing danger for the first time.

I, Sherlock Holmes, am not afraid of anything but... only, perhaps Mycroft is right, that when something really matters, it fears losing it.

But... this kind of fear is unusual...

"What's the matter?" Watson interrupted Sherlock's contemplation, and emphasized again: "I will not die easily to insult your ability."

Sherlock looked down at Watson, sighed softly, pulled an unnatural smile, and said reluctantly, "It's best to remember your words."

"what?"

Sherlock pursed his lips and looked at Watson reproachfully, as if he didn't understand why Watson couldn't understand what he was talking about, and he was very understanding when solving the case.

This feeling is very bad, Sherlock showed his usual childish style, and ordered nonsense: "I don't want to tell you this, anyway, from today onwards, your life is mine."

Speaking of Sherlock, he carried the unconscious man upstairs, and Watson looked at Sherlock's back inexplicably...

"Bump—" Watson was startled by a loud noise, and when he looked up, it was Sherlock who pushed the man down the stairs again.

"Bump bump..." Before Watson could recover, there were several loud noises, and Sherlock threw the other gangsters down.

Watson, who came back to his senses, watched dumbfoundingly as Sherlock moved the gangsters up the stairs again and again, and then threw them down again... This way of venting, I have to say, is very laborious, but it is very similar to the childish Sherlock style. !

The author has something to say: Well...water drips through stone, and the capture of Sherlock is just around the corner...but what is it like for Sherlock to take the initiative to chase his wife... Waka Kaka's recent publication time may be a bit messy, but it will definitely not be at night, because at night Very pumping_(:з"∠)_