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Suddenly, Mrs. Hudson took a newspaper and broke into Sherlock's field of thinking: "What's the matter with these suicides, Sherlock? I think you will be interested. The three cases are exactly the same."

Sherlock paused, stood up slowly, walked to the window and looked at a police car downstairs: "Four times! The fourth happened, and this time it's a little different."

Watson took a sip of his coffee and asked, "What happened?"

"I knew he couldn't handle this kind of serial suicide!" Sherlock curled his lips in disdain, turned to look at Watson and said, "Even if there is Lestrade, the presence of a third person can't tell."

"Who is Lestrade?"

Suddenly a footstep sounded on the stairs.

Sherlock said to the man outside the door who hadn't entered yet: "Where is it?"

The man who hurried up said eagerly, "Blackston Lauriston Gardens."

Sherlock asked casually: "What's different this time? Otherwise, you wouldn't have come here specially, there must be something abnormal."

"The victim never left a message before, but this time he did. Are you coming?" The man with the crew cut was very sincere in his invitation.

Watson glanced at the newspaper in Mrs. Hudson's hand, then at the man in front of him...

And now, the man was Inspector Lestrade from the papers!

So, Sherlock has something to do with the police... so why did Moriarty let himself be close to Sherlock?

"Who's taking the evidence this time?" Sherlock asked.

"Anderson!"

"I don't get on well with him."

"He won't be your assistant anyway."

"I'll take him there!"

Following Sherlock's gaze, Inspector Lestrade finally noticed Watson, who was leaning against the wall, wearing pajamas with half-dry hair, and holding a cup of coffee with a happy face...

He asked in surprise, "Who is this?"

Watson took a step forward and shook hands with Inspector Lestrade politely: "Hi, my name is John Watson! You can regard me as Sherlock's... roommate."

Lestrade blinked and looked at the living room in shock: "It's the first time I've seen this place so clean! You still help him clean?"

Watson stroked the hair on his forehead with his index finger: "Ah... I have very high requirements for odd and even numbers and symmetry!"

Sherlock, who was ignored by the side, suddenly said, "Do you still want me to go to the scene?"

"Of course!" Lestrade replied immediately.

"Don't take the police car, I'll follow behind."

"Thank you!"

Lestrade turned around slowly and left. When he reached the door, he still couldn't help but glanced back at Watson...

After Lestrade left, the corners of Sherlock's mouth twitched uncontrollably...

Finally he couldn't help jumping up: "It's great, yeah, there are four serial suicides, and this time there are last words, Christmas is here..."

Then he hurried back to his room.

Watson immediately put down the coffee cup in his hand and blocked the door with his foot.

He frowned and said, "Why did you pull me up?"

"What if I'm on the other side of London when the killer is here?"

Watson was stunned, and looked at Sherlock in disbelief: "You treat me as a danger attractor?"

"Good analogy!"

"This is not something to be happy about!"

Sherlock stood in front of Watson, staring at him with his sharp eyes: "Are you a military doctor?"

"Yes!"

Although I am not a military doctor, I am indeed a medical student!

"Want to see those tragic corpses again?"

Watson pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath...

After a while, he resumed his smile and said, "OK, the only thing holding me back in this world is 'danger'! But... I want to help you?"

"Is there a problem?"

"I would never do anything for anyone!"

"I'm sure you'll do well."

"Yes..." Watson looked at Sherlock seriously and said, "I'll make an exception and try!"

Sherlock pursed his lips and smiled lightly, turned around and opened the closet, but when he saw the scene inside, he immediately froze in place...

He leaned halfway out of the room, looked at Watson and said, "My cabinet?"

"I used half of your closet, don't worry...I divided the closet into four sections for symmetry, and the clothes are in odd numbers, and you'll notice the patterns pretty quickly."

Sherlock paused, took a sharp breath, looked at the closet for a while, and immediately started looking for the pattern in Watson's mouth!

While searching, he muttered to himself: "It's not the color, it's not the material, it's not the season..."

After changing his clothes in the living room, Watson leaned against the door and said, "Have you found it yet?"

Sherlock stopped suddenly, folded his arms and looked at the closet without saying a word...

Five seconds later, Sherlock smiled triumphantly: "It's buttons, you sort them by their size and quantity!"

Watson's eyes showed appreciation: "Smart!"

Sherlock pursed his lips, ignored Watson's praise, and calmly put on his black coat...

Watson looked at the smug look in Sherlock's eyes, and couldn't laugh or cry...

What a child!Doesn't he even hide his emotions?

The tiger-headed dog followed Watson and Sherlock step by step, and suddenly it realized a serious problem: [I suddenly thought of a question... Sherlock's EQ is inversely proportional to IQ, will you take him to ruin him? 】【Why would you say that? 】

【You used to be an antisocial personality, although you have been cured... But, I think you are not normal now! ] Watson bent down helplessly to pick up the bulldog on the stairs, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Sherlock excited about Mrs. Hudson.

"It can't be suicide? It's all over? It's impossible to sit at home, and life is finally fun." Sherlock couldn't help but put his arms around Mrs. Hudson's shoulder, and kissed her on the cheek.

【Look, it's him who thinks life is fun, it has nothing to do with me! ] Mrs. Hudson said helplessly: "It's shameful that you are so happy when someone is dead."

The tiger-headed dog looked at Sherlock wanting to cry without tears, and couldn't help roaring: 【It's not that you run a funeral parlor, one or two of you, you're so happy when you're dead! ] "Don't care about his appearance, the game has begun, Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock hung a smile that I had tried hard to suppress, and opened the door excitedly.

Watson followed immediately.

The moment he stepped out of the door, an orange halo blurred Watson's vision on the right, and then exploded into a white light...

Soon Watson was surrounded by bright red!

"Tick tock, tick tock—" The bed sheet soaked in blood water continuously dripped thick red.

Broken corpses were scattered in every corner of the room, and the smell of blood was like an airtight plastic wrap, wrapping the two young children tightly layer by layer...

Before he had time to experience what it meant to be afraid, the police surrounded this cruel and bloody crime scene!

The tiger-headed dog sensed that Watson's mood was wrong, and bit his trouser leg: [What's wrong with you? 】Watson came back to his senses, the orange halo slowly receded into the street lamp, and Sherlock in front was playing.

This kind of sky is exactly the same as back then. It should be the time when thousands of houses are lit up, but the moment you open the door, what awaits you is not a tempting meal, but... your parents who died tragically.

The parents' livers were also put in a juicer and turned into the murderer's drink.

Ha ha……

He unconsciously tightened his arms, tightly strangled the tiger dog in his arms: [I just remembered the death of my parents! 】The tiger-headed dog was very uncomfortable being strangled by Watson. It asked with concern: 【Do you need a psychiatrist for further treatment? 】【……I do not need. 】

Watson regained his composure, looked at the bustling streets, and then at the excited Sherlock.

This high-spirited spirit once belonged to me...

Soon the two got into a black taxi.

The car was passing through the streets of London, the sky was getting darker and darker, and the temperature outside the car seemed to be getting colder and colder.

Hate the rainy weather in London!Because it was raining that day too.

No, no, it has been so many years, why do you think of the past so often at this time?

Watson became very anxious, looking for something uneasily, just in time to see Sherlock playing text messages on his mobile phone, and he was looking at Sherlock motionlessly as he urgently needed to change his attention.

Facing Watson's fiery gaze, Sherlock said helplessly, "What do you want?"

"Why are the police looking for you?"

Sherlock shook his head triumphantly: "Because Lestrade can be regarded as the highest IQ among them."

"Hope the whole of Scotland Yard won't be offended! Well...what's your occupation?"

"I am the only consulting detective in the world, because I invented this job. Whenever the police can't find their way, they will come to consult me." Sherlock said triumphantly.

"That's good, you can enjoy the danger... without having to face a pool of goldfish!"

"You think Scotland Yard is a place for fish, too?"

"Who says a goldfish has a smaller brain..."

Sherlock pursed his lips and glanced at Watson, Watson looked at Sherlock with a smile...

"Puff—" The two couldn't help laughing at the same time: "Hahaha!"

Suddenly, Watson froze and stopped smiling...

Sherlock never hides his emotions at all, he is proud, he is confident, he laughs at ordinary people unscrupulously...

It's like a blank sheet of paper!

...Blank paper?

Watson glanced down at his hands, his eyes flickering with unknown emotions.

These hands are stained with the blood of relatives, and I can never go back to the past!

He looked up at Sherlock, his gray-blue eyes were crystal clear and clean.

fair enough……

The tiger-headed dog lay on Watson's lap and asked, "What's wrong with you?" 】【Sherlock is very good...very good...】

The tiger-headed dog couldn't help but rolled its eyes, and found a comfortable position to lie down on its own.

Watson, who has started to fall ill again, is really incomprehensible... There is no way to be so neurotic all the time!

Watson gradually relaxed, and the street scene outside the car passed by in a hurry, turning into blurred lights and shadows, and the colorful world was dizzying.