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Watson looked around at Harry's kitchen. It was neat and clean, and it looked different from his own. There was no need to worry about using sodium nitrate as table salt when cooking.

"What are you looking for?" Watson said to Sherlock, who was rummaging through the cupboard.

"The last time I was at Harry's house, I drank coffee with sugar, maybe there's something wrong with the sugar." Sherlock said while making coffee.

Watson asked puzzledly: "Shouldn't that be taken back for testing? Do you want to drink it again?"

"Of course not, I don't drink."

"Are you going to let me drink?" Although Watson was a little surprised, it didn't matter.

Sherlock smiled and said, "I let you drink it, will you drink it?"

"of course."

"What if it's poison?"

"If you want me to die, the method will be much better."

"I wouldn't do that." Sherlock raised his head and blinked at Watson: "I don't want to do that."

"What?" Watson suddenly exclaimed, frightening himself.

It's really not my own illusion. Sherlock has been speaking very strangely lately... Perhaps he should be taught how to express the emotional world of ordinary people. These inexplicable lines are too unbearable.

Sherlock looked at Watson aggrievedly: "Am I wrong?"

After thinking about it for a second, Watson thought that Sherlock was indeed right. Reluctant is a word used in the dictionary to express feelings, and it is also very reasonable to use in friendship... So there is something wrong with me?

Sometimes Sherlock can't be overcomplicated. He is so simple that all he has left in his world is work. Watson suddenly realized that he was very rude, and said apologetically, "Maybe I've been too tired recently. It seems that when I go back I have to relax from now on."

"I understand." Sherlock smiled understandingly: "Just let me know if you need a vacation, and the same goes for any troubles."

"Sherlock, you have suddenly become too considerate, and I can't get used to it." Watson paused and said, "You must know that you were very self-centered before."

"I'm still me, John," Sherlock said firmly.

"Yes..." Watson smiled self-deprecatingly, Sherlock will always be Sherlock, no matter what he does, he should be trusted: "Well...well, you can do whatever you want, as long as you feel happy. "

"You always pamper me like this, which makes me very distressed many times."

"Am I doing something wrong?"

"It's fine for me, but no matter who is saying you spoiled me, I don't quite understand what it means to be spoiled, maybe it means it's not good for you."

"I don't think there is anything..." Watson said with a smile, "Anyway, I spoiled you, and I will bear the consequences myself. It's fair."

"Very good, as expected of my brave assistant." Sherlock returned to the bar, continued to make coffee, and whispered: "Be sure to remember what you said."

Lestrade walked around Harry's house, and when he came back, he heard Sherlock coaxing Watson again, so he quietly lay down by the door. Although this posture was very awkward, it did not affect his concentration...

Speaking of it, you must tell Mycroft that you don’t have to worry about Sherlock at all. What you have to worry about now is John. John is so pitiful. Because he trusts Sherlock too much, he never goes into Sherlock’s words and actions. This is very important to him. unfavorable.

Especially just now Sherlock tricked John and said that he would bear the consequences, which is not fair to John at all!

Lestrade couldn't help but rolled his eyes in his heart, and reminded Watson if necessary.

"Lestrade." Sherlock opened the half-closed door, stood in front of Lestrade, and smiled lightly: "Have you heard enough?"

"I'll just listen." Lestrade said guiltily.

"Then drink this cup of coffee."

"What?" Lestrade almost panicked, because Sherlock made him coffee himself: "You made it for me?"

"It's not for you." Sherlock returned to his usual condescension: "John doesn't want to drink, I hope you don't waste it."

Lestrade lowered his head and snickered. With such a remarkable appearance, he was at a disadvantage in John's hands. Lestrade suddenly became in a better mood, took a sip of coffee happily: "Not bad."

Watson glanced at Lestrade, who was kept in the dark, and raised his head to look at Sherlock hesitantly. Sherlock shrugged innocently, looked at Watson with a regretful expression, and then looked at Lestrade sympathetically. A look at Trade...

Watson was amused by Sherlock's expression, so he had to let Sherlock do whatever he wanted. After all, he was used to it. If Mycroft wanted to get angry, he could come to him.

This time, with the help of Mycroft, Sherlock and his party easily entered the Baskerville military base, and then quietly entered the research room, but as soon as they entered the research room, Lestrade walked away with Sherlock and Watson. In the dark environment, he always felt that something was staring at him...

"Sherlock." Lestrade called softly, "John."

Without any response, Lestrade had to carefully search for the so-called hound in the research room, when suddenly he heard a ferocious growl...

Lestrade was stunned for a second, and immediately came back to his senses. The voice must have come from the hound. He immediately pulled out his gun to check the surrounding environment, and then took out his mobile phone to call Sherlock...

Watson stood beside Sherlock, looked at Lestrade on the computer screen, and asked very puzzled, "Who is he calling?"

Sherlock leaned closer to the screen and took a closer look: "Looking at the lip shape, it seems that the call is for me."

"I thought so too, but your phone didn't ring."

"So..." The two turned their heads slowly, looked at each other, and said in unison, "Did you call Mycroft?"

"I think it's very possible." Watson looked at Sherlock with some guilt: "Does your brother hold grudges? Will he take revenge?"

"I have fought with him many times since I was a child, basically because he always shows you the mistakes you made again and again, so as to ridicule and retaliate against you, because he will get a kind of pleasure that is almost perverted."

Watson lowered his head and thought for a while, then pursed his lips, and looked at Sherlock sympathetically: "What are the chances of us winning against Mycroft together?"

"Very big, you forgot the last time?" Sherlock smiled triumphantly: "But if Mycroft is not busy with work, he will go all out to deal with us, but his work has always been very busy."

"That means he must not retaliate against us?" Watson said with a relaxed smile. "I really sympathize with Lestrade."

"Of course, Mycroft regards work as more important than his life, because only work can let him vent his almost perverted desire for control."

"Pfft——" Watson couldn't help laughing: "When you talk about others, you have returned to your usual bitterness."

"You also know that I won't do this to you?"

"It really flatters me."

"What do you think specifically?"

"I feel like the child I spoiled, finally knows how to love adults."

Sherlock's expression changed, and he immediately looked back at Lestrade on the computer screen: "I'll talk about this question later."

"Hahaha..." Watson couldn't help laughing.

But Lestrade, who was still in the research room, was not in such a good mood. In stark contrast to Sherlock and Watson, Mycroft's mood at this time...

Mycroft kept tapping the table with his right hand, and said to the phone rather irritably, "Lestrade, you must calm down now, I'm not Sherlock, I'm Mycroft."

"Sherlock, there are really hounds, there are really hounds..." Lestrade turned pale with fright, and kept repeating this sentence.

Mycroft immediately changed the phone and called Sherlock, and when he heard Sherlock's voice, he was furious: "Explain!"

Sherlock shrugged helplessly, and said with a smile: "It is necessary for work."

"Isn't John your assistant?"

"So you can't let your assistant take risks."

"You can clearly distinguish the relationship between closeness and distance. I hope you still remember that I am your brother."

"Does that mean to remind me that Lestrade is my sister-in-law?"

"It's really embarrassing for you to be able to sort out the family relationship."

"Okay..." Sherlock got up, turned off the computer, and turned on the lights in the laboratory.

"Bump——" For a police detective, drawing a gun to face danger is a subconscious choice, so Lestrade fired these two shots hysterically, shattering the lights in the laboratory, and turning everything back into darkness.

"Oh no, this is a military base." Watson rushed in immediately, and brought out the terrified Lestrade: "It's all right, you're all right, there are no hounds at all."

Lestrade, who finally came back to his senses, looked around and wiped the sweat off his face: "What's going on?"

"Eh..." Watson paused, and looked at Lestrade with great apology: "This is an experiment..."

Under Watson's persistent explanation, Lestrade nodded slowly: "I understand."

Looking at the too calm Lestrade, Watson asked puzzledly, "Aren't you angry?"

"Facing Sherlock, you will be angry for several lifetimes..." Lestrade put away his gun and said helplessly, "But since he is trying to solve the case, I should endure it."

"Because you promised his brother?"

"I'm always very committed, and if there are hounds, people here are very unsafe."

Watson was stunned. Although Lestrade was not that smart, he asked Sherlock for help again and again in the face of difficult cases, but he endured Sherlock's ridicule and all kinds of ridicule, not because he could get promoted and get rich. But as a police detective, I have to say that Lestrade is a good cop...

"You are very good." Watson patted Lestrade on the shoulder, and sincerely praised: "You are a good policeman...just because you can bear Sherlock."

"You certainly don't know that Sherlock was more difficult to get along with at the beginning." Lestrade breathed out and calmed down completely: "As long as he can solve the case and keep people from being harmed, even if Scotland Yard is called a fish farm by him." I can accept it."

Sherlock sat under the microscope, analyzing the candies brought out from Harry's house, and glanced at Lestrade a little distracted... Lestrade's character was also the reason why Mycroft and himself could accept it.

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