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There are a few thin clouds floating in the dark night sky, and a full moon hangs quietly above the head. Without the company of the stars, it looks extraordinarily lonely. There is a dense jungle in front of it, and "click" from time to time from the dark road ahead The sound of the sound, it sounds like the devil chewed human bones...

"This is really not a pleasant travel experience." Lestrade looked at the eerie road ahead with the bulldog in his arms, and sighed helplessly: "I'm here for vacation."

Watson looked back at Lestrade and said: "Isn't it exciting to go hunting for the hound?"

"It's quite exciting, but this is a military research base... Well, let's check it out, otherwise the people living here will be very dangerous."

"Why don't you keep the dog in the room?"

"Nick might be able to help."

Sherlock stopped and looked at the surrounding trees, and said without looking back, "Do you think this bulldog can transform into another hound to save you when it meets a hound?"

Lestrade glanced at Sherlock awkwardly: "Do you believe in hounds?"

"of course not."

"Why don't you believe it, the two-headed dog of hell, the basilisk, these things may really exist."

Sherlock smirked at Lestrade, then looked at him sympathetically: "Do you believe in these things that lie to children?"

"Okay..." Lestrade had no choice but to turn to Watson and ask, "John, don't you believe it?"

"Who knows, there may really be many unknown creatures. When I was young, I wanted to be an explorer..." Watson paused, and said with a smile, "It's the same as Sherlock, you wanted to be a pirate when you were young."

"Who told you, it was Mycroft again." Sherlock looked at Watson angrily, always feeling that these things should be told to Watson himself.

"There's no need to be shy about it, I've thought about it too."

Lestrade intervened and said to Watson: "Then you never know that Sherlock really went to the beach and drew the blueprints for shipbuilding, but was beaten up by Mycroft and dragged back Home."

"Hahaha..." Watson looked at Lestrade in disbelief. He didn't expect Sherlock to be so cute when he was a child. It's hard to imagine that Sherlock would really believe that those bizarre pirate stories are very inconsistent with his image today.

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't want to recall everything about his childhood, so he could only grit his teeth and speed up his pace: "Don't forget, we are here to handle the case."

"So, Sherlock, you really had such an innocent and lovely childhood?" Watson held back his smile, but still couldn't help teasing Sherlock.

"Well..." Sherlock sighed and said angrily, "My whole childhood was Mycroft, and he'll tell you he's smarter than you, so you have to listen to him!"

Lestrade walked up to Watson and said, "But Sherlock really believed in the pirate stories Mycroft told when he was a child."

"But I swear Mycroft's method of education must be a failure," said Watson.

"If it were you, what kind of education would you use?" Sherlock suddenly stood behind Watson, and his hot breath hit Watson's neck.

Watson froze slightly. In a dark environment, people's other senses will be strengthened, especially where the neck is so sensitive... Watson, who could not speak, was suddenly pulled back to his sanity by Lestrade's yell.

"Look, Hound!" Lestrade yelled, and immediately drew out his gun and pointed it at the red light hidden among the trees.

The bloody red light stared fiercely at the three of them. Judging from the distance and size, it was certain that the hound was described by everyone, but they couldn't make a judgment before seeing everything clearly. Sherlock rushed over immediately, and the hound turned and ran towards the woods. and go.

Lestrade and Watson followed quickly, but the dense forest blocked most of the sight, and soon lost Sherlock...

Watt looked at Lestrade panting, "Which direction did Sherlock run?"

"It seems to be the right...the right." Lestrade swallowed, trying to slow down his breathing rate.

"Are you sure it's the right side?" Watson wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The two looked at each other, then suddenly turned around to look at the tiger-headed dog squatting on the ground...

Lestrade immediately understood Watson's intentions. He picked up the bulldog and said like coaxing a child, "Nick, tell us which direction Sherlock ran to?"

Watson looked at Lestrade with disgust, and said to the bulldog in his heart with contempt: 【You like to be treated like this?Don't you think Lestrade is a little silly sometimes? 】【But he is really a good man...】The tiger-headed dog glanced at Lestrade, and turned his head unbearably: 【Sherlock ran to the right, I will take you to find him. ] Speaking of which, the tiger-headed dog jumped off Lestrade and rushed out with a whoosh. Watson dragged Lestrade to follow quickly.

Lestrade said worriedly, "Don't you give Nick a sniff of Sherlock's stuff?"

Watson didn't bother to pay attention to Lestrade, only thinking about Sherlock's personal safety, and soon found Sherlock in the middle of a big pit!

"Sherlock!" Watson immediately slid down the slope and rushed to Sherlock's side.

Lestrade picked up the bulldog, jumped down immediately, and said proudly, "As expected of Nick, you can find Sherlock without smelling anything."

The tiger-headed dog turned his head away silently, and said to Watson in his heart: [You still need to know that Lestrade is a very good person. 】【No need to argue, as long as Mycroft likes it. ] Watson took a few breaths, and after he calmed down, he realized that Sherlock's expression was not right.

"Did you see that?" Sherlock said, tugging at Watson's coat.

"what?"

Sherlock's face was pale, and he looked ahead in disbelief: "Hound... Hound."

Watson immediately looked around and found nothing unusual: "Where?"

Sherlock didn't speak. After heaving a sigh of relief, he turned around blankly and left quickly. Watson immediately chased after him...

Lestrade held Watson inexplicably and said, "What's wrong with Sherlock?"

Watson shrugged his shoulders and said puzzledly, "He said he saw the hound."

Lestrade was taken aback, and quickly turned around to see if there was anything unusual around him: "Is there really that kind of thing?"

"I didn't see..." But Sherlock said that he did, which made people very strange. Could it be that he had eaten something hallucinogenic, but everyone's diet was the same.

Watson shook his head and put his thoughts aside, because Sherlock's current state is obviously wrong, but it is definitely not fear. It is a kind of uneasiness after the world view has been subverted. Once the long-term belief no longer exists, it is unacceptable matter……

The bar in the town is still open at night, the bar is quiet, but the light is not bright, with an atmosphere of quiet enjoyment... But for Sherlock, he is not in such a good mood to appreciate it.

The wine glass was shaken in Sherlock's hand, the whiskey spilled out and fell onto his sleeve, but he still couldn't control his trembling hands, his long-term cognition was challenged, his nerves tightened involuntarily, and then tightened again, as if they would break at any time Lose.

Watson held Sherlock's trembling hand and said worriedly, "Calm down first."

"I'm calm, my brain is very clear." Sherlock swallowed, his voice trembling as well: "You think I'm abnormal."

Watson changed his sitting position, looked at Sherlock and said, "I won't doubt you, trust me, so we need to clear our minds, can you calm down first?"

Sherlock looked into Watson's eyes and nodded slowly: "Okay...but I really saw it."

Lestrade frowned and asked, "Hound?"

"Yes, it's the Hound." Sherlock roared, "That's what I saw."

"Stop, stop..." Watson grabbed Sherlock's wrist, pulled the wine glass out of his hand, and said with a smile, "I believe in you, don't get excited, everything has its truth... let's clear our minds ."

"Okay...okay..." Sherlock raised his glass again, took a sip into his own mouth, and finally calmed down and said, "I don't know what's wrong, but they appear very clearly in front of my eyes."

"What are they like?"

"Huge body, red eyes, claws...claws..." Suddenly, Sherlock grabbed Watson's wrist and said slowly, "I don't know what to do, but they really exist."

Watson looked at Sherlock, and felt extremely uncomfortable. It was more painful than painful. Sherlock, who is usually strong and impossible to admit defeat, would actually show such... such a weak side, which is really inconceivable.

"Let's go back to the room first. You can't do this. Let's talk about it tomorrow after a good night's sleep." Watson helped Sherlock up and let Sherlock lean on his shoulders.

"I can go." Sherlock gently pushed Watson away, but held Watson's hand tightly.

"Okay..." Watson held Sherlock's hand back, and led him back to the room with a smile.

Sherlock sat on the bed, leaned gently in Watson's ear and said, "I'm not afraid."

"I know." Watson took off Sherlock's coat with a smile: "Don't tell me, I understand."

"But you don't understand, I'm not afraid of anything."

"Really?" Watson squatted down to take off Sherlock's shoes, coaxing, "Why is that?"

Sherlock suddenly became very serious, with unknown emotions flowing in his smoky blue eyes: "Because I know what I am most afraid of."

Watson was slightly taken aback, looking into Sherlock's eyes, his heart suddenly seemed to be pulled, a feeling that he had never felt before rose from the bottom of his heart, covering everything in front of him...

Suddenly, Watson was shocked, came back to his senses, and said with a smile: "You also have something to be afraid of?"

"Yes, you know me, I've never been afraid..." Sherlock paused and said, "But, some things can only be admitted, if you don't admit it, you will lose more, and nothing is more frightening than losing gone."

"Are you afraid of losing? You don't even care about your own life."

"Yes, so such things are more important than my life."

Watson's brain stopped spinning for a moment, because he couldn't take his eyes off Sherlock's eyes. In such an atmosphere, it seemed that something was about to break through the ground, and at the same time, such cognition always carried a hint of danger...

"Dong dong——" Lestrade just knocked on the door twice, but found that the door was not closed: "John, is Sherlock better?"

"Ah! Alright!" After speaking, Watson fled without looking back.

Lestrade looked at Watson's back, looked at Sherlock suspiciously and said, "What's wrong?"

"What's the matter?" Sherlock looked at Lestrade very displeased, then got up and pushed Lestrade out of the room.

Lestrade looked at the closed door and suddenly realized that he had made a huge mistake...

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