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It was a dark and windy night again, there were only a few dim stars in the night sky, the moon had long been hidden behind the clouds, and the woods were rustling under the blowing of the night wind...

Lestrade took a step forward, shielded his client Harry behind him, held his gun and looked around, and after confirming that there was no danger, he signaled Harry to move forward.

Harry followed behind with a pale face, and asked Lestrade in a low voice, "Is there really a hound?"

"Sherlock said no, so there shouldn't be. We found the Hound Project in the major's computer. It's just a poisonous gas." Lestrade explained calmly.

"Follow up quickly." Watson turned to remind Lestrade and Harry.

"Ah!" Harry yelled, because Watson was holding a flashlight in his hand, and the light hit Watson's face from bottom to top, turning it pale, matching the eerie atmosphere in the woods, Harry was really frightened one jump.

"What's your name?" Sherlock paused and turned back impatiently: "Stop playing."

"I didn't play." Watson shrugged innocently, turned his head and asked Lestrade to prove himself.

Suddenly there was a scream in the woods. Although it was just a bird call, it was extremely sensitive to Harry, who had been troubled by nightmares for a long time. After being startled, Harry slipped and was about to fall. In a hurry, he grabbed Lestrade's coat.

"Be careful." Watson stretched out his hand to hold Lestrade, but no one thought that there was a big hole behind Harry, and the three of them were about to fall.

"I really don't understand what you guys are going to do." For Sherlock, a workaholic, solving the case as soon as possible is the most important thing, but seeing Watson in danger, he panicked and immediately stepped forward to grab Watson's hand. sleeve.

"Hey, Harry, don't pull my belt." Lestrade said embarrassingly to Harry, who was half hanging in the air: "Don't pull your pants either!"

Watson grabbed Lestrade's hand tightly: "Give me the gun in your right hand, it's no fun if it goes off."

"Okay..." Lestrade just handed the gun to Watson, Harry pulled Lestrade's trousers up to his thigh, and Lestrade hurriedly lifted up his trousers: "I told you not to pull my trousers , Harry, calm down."

"I'm sorry." Harry said very apologetically, "I didn't mean to."

"Shut up." Sherlock growled, "Lestrade handed Harry his right hand, and Harry grabbed Lestrade."

"Okay..." Harry slowly let go of Lestrade's trousers, grabbed Lestrade's hand with all his strength, and whispered to himself: "I can do it, I can do it... "

Sherlock looked at Harry with a headache, especially because Watson's half body was also in the air. Sherlock immediately hugged Watson from his armpit to prevent Watson from falling.

When Watson raised his head, he met Sherlock's smoky blue pupils. In the night sky where even the stars are so sparse, I don't know why he could still see the color of Sherlock's eyes, and they were very clear. From this angle, there were more than one color. It changes different colors like an opal, charming and charming...

"Damn..." Watson was annoyed by his momentary loss of focus.

"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked with concern, but accidentally put his lips on Watson's forehead.

As if the skin was scalded, the nerve endings transmitted this information at the speed of light, and the brain responded instinctively. Watson subconsciously wanted to escape...

"Hey, what are you doing?" Lestrade suddenly became unsteady and shaky, and immediately raised his head and said to Watson, "I haven't grabbed Harry's hand yet."

Startled, Harry turned back and grabbed Lestrade's trousers: "I'm sorry."

"Don't pull my pants." Lestrade looked down at Harry, wanting to cry without tears.

"I understand..." Before Harry finished his sentence, there was a sudden sound of brocade being torn, and Lestrade's fragile trousers could no longer bear the burden, and Guangrong opened a hole.

Lestrade no longer cared about his trousers, and tried hard to catch Harry. The sudden situation directly caused the four of them to roll down the slope...

Watson took a mouthful of sand, but he always felt something soft on his lips. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Sherlock's face. Watson couldn't tell for a moment. What happened to Sherlock just now? Are lips folded over their own...

"Bah bah..." Watson hurriedly got up and spit out the sand in his mouth.

Lestrade held his trousers, which were missing a trouser leg, and comforted himself, saying, "At least I can still wear it."

"I'm sorry." Harry climbed up from the mound full of apology, wiped off the dirt on his face, and apologized sincerely again: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, as long as people are okay." Lestrade sighed.

"Where did you buy the trousers? The quality is too bad." Watson looked at Lestrade's blue striped boxers and teased.

"Oh!" Lestrade immediately blocked the important part with his hand: "Damn it."

Sherlock glanced at Lestrade, then looked away calmly: "I thought you would wear white."

"Pfft——" Sherlock and Watson couldn't help laughing, and Harry was very embarrassed, so he could only ask Lestrade not to blame himself with his eyes.

Lestrade, wearing trousers with only one trouser leg, walked up to Watson and said with a dark face, "Gun."

Watson obediently handed over the pistol, but still couldn't help smiling: "We won't tell."

Lestrade glanced at Watson and Sherlock angrily. They were just two brats who hadn't grown up. Falling in such a mess and laughing at others, they were too nervous.

On the other hand, Harry is the normal person's reaction, Sherlock is fine, and Mycroft himself admits that the education has failed, but John always makes troubles, why follow Sherlock, this will not work!

"Are you okay?" Lestrade glanced at Harry, then turned to Sherlock and Watson and said, "You all walk behind, and I will take the lead. Sherlock, you are walking too fast, and it is not suitable to lead the way at all." John, can you stop making trouble with Sherlock? You have to suffer for spoiling him. "

It was the first time I saw Lestrade lecturing people in a serious manner. You must know that he always just swallowed his anger. After all, his good upbringing allowed him to face Sherlock's blows and ridicule again and again, so Sherlock was also slightly surprised.

Seeing Lestrade, who was full of parents, Watson gave Sherlock a sympathetic look, and told Sherlock that in addition to Mycroft, there would be another person in charge of him in the future.

"I'm fine." Harry got up and patted the dirt on his body.

Lestrade looked at Watson and Sherlock and said, "Do you have any objections?"

Sherlock and Watson looked at each other, and looked at Lestrade innocently: "We have no objection."

"If you have no objection, get up and hurry. I will go ahead, Harry will go second, and Sherlock and John will go behind."

"Hmm..." Sherlock and Watson nodded obediently.

Lestrade really didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to the two who were still laughing. He felt like he had transformed into a parent in an instant. I don't know where this inexplicable feeling came from. Maybe it was because of worrying about Mycroft I was used to Sherlock, and unknowingly regarded Sherlock and John as my younger brother and my own family.

Given that I have no brothers or sisters, it's not bad to have two more brothers who need to be worried...

After walking for a short time, they came to the place where Sherlock met the hound last time. The four of them slowly slid down the slope to the bottom of the pit. As soon as they reached the bottom of the pit, they felt an abnormal reaction in the optic nerve, and then there was a low cry of the hound. The roar reached everyone's ears.

"Listen, it's a hound." Harry was very frightened, he grabbed Lestrade's sleeve and exclaimed, "Look, it's a hound."

In the misty air, there were two red lights, and then a huge hound appeared. It looked at the people evilly, and looked down on Sherlock and his party from the top of the pit.

"Oh..." Watson was also taken aback when he saw the hound, and turned around and shouted: "Sherlock, this shouldn't be true, right?"

"God..." Lestrade stared at the hound dumbfounded.

Harry on the side had already collapsed in fright. The thing that had tortured him for a long time really existed. He said hysterically: "There really is, you have all seen it, there really is!"

"No, it's not true." Sherlock tried to keep himself calm, he clenched his teeth, and stared at the hound.

In a daze, Sherlock saw a person approaching, he immediately went up and grabbed the person by the collar, and forcibly took off the person's gas mask.

"No, who are you?" Sherlock shook his head fiercely, not believing that the person he saw was Moriarty: "Who the hell are you?"

Soon, Sherlock, with strong willpower, overcame the influence of the poisonous gas, and saw clearly that the person in front of him was Dr. Frank Frank, and Sherlock knocked Dr. Frank Frank to the ground: "Is it you?"

Harry on the side was still yelling at the hound almost frantically: "There are, there are!"

Lestrade stuck to his duties as a policeman and stood in front of Harry. Although his face turned pale from fright, he still fired two shots at the hound in order to fulfill his duty of protecting the citizens.

"Bump——" After two shots, the body of a dog rolled down the slope, which did not match the size of the hound we saw just now.

Seeing the dog's body, Harry regained his composure for a moment, and looked back at Sherlock blankly.

"There are load-bearing pads under your feet, and poisonous gas inside. It's a perfect combination of criminal methods and environment, isn't it?" Sherlock exclaimed excitedly.

Harry realized immediately, and rushed forward to beat up Dr. Frank Frank.

Lestrade put away his pistol, turned around and asked Sherlock, "So the murderer is Dr. Frank Frank?"

"Yes, every time Harry comes back, he will poison Harry." Sherlock looked at everything around him refreshedly: "This case is good, John!"

"Well... it is indeed..." Watson paused, although he wanted to remind Sherlock that it is not suitable to say this at this time, otherwise it would be too heartless for Harry, but seeing Sherlock so happy However, Watson still chose not to disturb his elegant mood.

"Sherlock pay attention to the occasion." Lestrade looked at Watson and said in a low voice, "Don't spoil him too much."

"Okay..." Watson looked at Lestrade amusedly.

While speaking, Dr. Frank Frank rushed out, and everyone immediately chased after him... As soon as they chased to the periphery of the minefield, they saw the sky full of flames. After a "touch", Dr. Frank Frank disappeared into the flames .

Lestrade who came later took a breath, looked up and asked Sherlock: "Is this the end?"

"Yes..." Sherlock turned to Lestrade and said, "Are you satisfied with your holiday?"

"To be honest, it's no different from going to work." Lestrade shrugged helplessly.

Watson patted Lestrade on the shoulder: "You deserve something during this vacation."

"What did you get?"

"Go back and ask Mycroft." Watson blinked mischievously.

"Okay..." Although he still didn't quite understand, Lestrade nodded. After all, there are many things that need to be reported to Mycroft...

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