save Sherlock

The taxi finally stopped. The environment here was relatively dark, but the red and blue searchlights of the police cars in front were very dazzling. A long cordon line was in the middle of the road, and several policemen were guarding there.

Sherlock, who was walking ahead, stopped suddenly, turned around and said to Watson, "Give me the dog!"

"Huh?" Watson handed the bulldog in his arms to Sherlock.

"This is a crime scene, dogs are not allowed in."

[Then throw it away! 】

【you are so cruel. 】

"But I can hide things in my coat." Sherlock raised the corners of his mouth, like a child who has done something bad, blinked his eyes triumphantly, and then put two palm-sized bulldogs into his pocket. Inside the coat.

[I think it's better to throw it away. 】

The tiger-headed dog said angrily: 【Aren't you afraid that I will be taken away by the bad guys? 】【Don't forget what you did before! 】

The bulldog got into Sherlock's coat with a sad face...

Really enough to hold a grudge!

"Hello, freak!" said a dark-skinned female police officer with instant noodles hair.

"I went to Inspector Lestrade, who invited me," said Sherlock.

"Why?" The female police officer frowned, very puzzled.

"He wants me to see!" Sherlock pulled up the cordon and slipped through.

"Okay, do you want to know what I'm thinking?" The female police officer folded her arms in a playful tone.

Watson looked at the female police officer and couldn't help thinking...

Sherlock, a moody and self-willed person, should have offended many people, and his interpersonal relationship must be very bad.

"Of course, Sally." Sherlock put down the cordon in his hand and said, "I know you didn't even come home yesterday."

"Wait, who is this?" Sally reached out to block Watson.

"My colleague, Dr. Watson." Sherlock looked at Watson and said, "Dr. Watson, this is Officer Sally Donovan, an old friend."

The words "old friend" obviously have no commendatory meaning!

Officer Donovan smiled in disbelief and said, "Colleagues? You have colleagues?" She looked at Watson and said, "Will he follow you home?"

Watson twitched the corners of his mouth, and said with a helpless smile, "I've seen him stalking me before. In fact, he just waits for me at home!"

Officer Donovan was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly looked back at Sherlock: "Are you following your colleague?"

Sherlock stood on tiptoe and looked at Watson unwillingly: "How can I be sure that you will definitely come? And you didn't even notice that I was following you!"

"Okay...I'm here, you can sleep on the sofa from now on...unless you want to put..."

Suddenly, Watson caught sight of a black shadow from the corner of his eye...

He paused, looked at Sherlock with a smile and said, "I can't go in with you now."

"Wait, where are you going?" Sherlock asked, grabbing Watson's arm.

Watson looked up and saw the abandoned small building inside the cordon, and then turned his head to look at the alley ahead...

He winked at Sherlock and said, "Secret!"

Sherlock lowered his head and thought for a while, with a struggling expression on his face, suddenly he turned and walked towards the small building: "Give me 5 minutes, I'll come down right away!"

"But……"

Sherlock took two steps, and immediately turned back to Watson and said, "Stay here, don't move around, I'll come down right away!"

Before Sherlock had walked a few steps, a man in a blue protective coat with a ridiculously parted hair came up to him.

He said to Sherlock in a commanding tone: "This is a crime scene, don't pollute it, understand?"

"Anderson, I don't have time to talk to you today!"

After speaking, Sherlock went straight to the scene of the crime without looking back.

Anderson glanced at Donovan, and Donovan glanced at Watson...

Watson looked at himself and asked puzzledly, "Is there a problem?"

"What happened to him today?" Donovan asked.

"How do I know, I've only seen him three times!"

Donovan pursed his lips: "That's right...he doesn't even have colleagues..." Suddenly, she seemed to think of something again: "But listen to you...you live with him?"

"Yes, I live in his room."

Donovan's eyes widened: "Huh?"

"Don't worry, he sleeps on the sofa."

"what?"

Watson couldn't help laughing: "You guys really have a lot of opinions on him!"

Donovan said disgustedly: "Because he is a freak, crazy... I advise you to leave him early!"

"But I like him a lot!"

"what?"

"You do not believe?"

"I...I..." Donovan looked at Watson in a daze, unable to speak for a while!

After a while, Sherlock came down from the small building and rushed to Watson's place!

Inspector Lestrade followed behind, shouting: "Sherlock, what box are you talking about, where are you going?"

While putting on his gloves, Sherlock said contemptuously, "It's really a group of goldfish, and Scotland Yard is not a fish pond...I don't have time to explain to you now!"

Inspector Lestrade ran a few steps forward and stopped in front of Sherlock: "For God's sake, there are no pink boxes here. If you have the ability, you can bring it to me!"

Sherlock's forward steps stopped suddenly, and he turned to look at Lestrade...

After a while, he said in a tone of: I have accepted your challenge, "Okay!"

After finishing speaking, he ran sideways to the right!

Watson looked at the back of Sherlock going away, and asked the bulldog in bewilderment: 【Where is he going? 】【I don't know...I feel like vomiting, he runs so fast! 】【How long do you think I can suppress myself? 】

【what? 】

[Make you into dog meat soup! 】

The bulldog was dangling around in Sherlock's coat, and finally found a gap and rolled out.

It looked at the surrounding environment and said: [We are probably on the same roof! 】Watson crossed his arms and rested his chin on his left hand, looking around for Sherlock.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a man in a black coat on a roof not far behind him.

...Sherlock?

There is a full moon above Sherlock's head, there are no stars in the night sky tonight, a few residual clouds are spread thinly in the sky, the moonlight seems to be concentrated on his body alone, and the breeze stirs the curly hair on his forehead.

Dark night is a dangerous color, but it has a strange interpretation on Sherlock!

Watson blew upwards, then walked towards the house, just turned into an alley, and saw three unkind people coming.

Watson rolled his eyes dejectedly: "Swapped? Where's the beauty from last time? You dare to come here with the police, and I saw you just now!"

Three men each blocked Watson's path, arms folded, legs shoulder-width apart.

One of the men said, "Gem!"

"What gem?"

While Watson knew what to do, he bent his elbow and raised it preemptively, hitting the man behind him directly on the jaw.

The other two men immediately attacked.

Watson immediately took a half step forward with his left foot, flexibly dived to avoid the man's straight punch, and at the same time quickly bypassed the man's arm and returned to standing.

"Hand over the gem and let you go!"

Suddenly another man attacked from the side and grabbed Watson by the collar.

Watson immediately dived down to take off his clothes and escaped from the attacking range of the two men!

"Oh..." A voice came from above his head.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Sherlock standing on the roof.

He put his hands on the guardrail and exaggeratedly said, "Why didn't you wait for me?"

Watson smiled and said to Sherlock: "You are too greedy, and you want to take care of the dangers on both sides...but there is still time, do you want to play together?"

Sherlock stood up straight calmly, and slowly pulled off his black scarf.

Suddenly he took two steps back, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Why not?"

With a beautiful turn, he easily stepped onto the opposite roof.

At the same time, he deliberately took a step back, and when his body completely fell off the roof, he immediately rolled back and grabbed the pipe outside the wall, and slid down the water pipe in one go.

"Flying trapeze? Good skill!" Watson gave Sherlock a thumbs up.

As soon as he reached the ground, Sherlock straightened his black scarf with both hands, and quickly wrapped it around a man's neck from behind.

"Thank you for the compliment!" Sherlock replied calmly.

The man grabbed the scarf around his neck and immediately raised his right elbow to fight back.

Sherlock nimbly turned his head to the left and kicked his feet back at the same time, quickly popping out of the man's attack range.

"But be careful!" Watson reminded with a smile.

The man who broke free immediately counterattacked, and swung a right uppercut fiercely towards Sherlock's abdomen.

Sherlock raised his left hand and blocked the opponent's right uppercut from top to bottom.

After quickly completing the defense, he quickly swung his right fist and hit the opponent's head.

"Hmm..." The man lay on the ground and groaned in pain.

After a successful blow, Sherlock blinked his left eye arrogantly.

"Aren't you lazy...I didn't expect you to be so good at it." Watson was struggling to deal with two men at the same time, but he still devoted his energy to talking to Sherlock.

"Your fighting skills are also very good, I hope you can tell me the whole truth!"

"Of course I..."

Suddenly a man kicked with his right leg, touching Watson's crotch.

Watson immediately took two steps back, bent his left arm to block the opponent's attack.

"It's dangerous!" Watson avoided the blow and looked back at Sherlock.

At this moment, Sherlock has already dealt with a killer. He turned his head and looked at Watson with a smile: "You still don't plan to tell me?"

Watson bowed his head and thought for a while...

Who will believe it when they say time travel?

and……

The second that Watson was in a daze gave the other party an opportunity to take advantage of.

A right cross kicked straight to Watson's ribs. Watson took two steps back and immediately punched back.

"What's the fun in telling you?" Watson dodged quickly, and quickly circled to the opponent's right.

As he said that, Watson raised his hands and slammed the back of the opponent's neck fiercely, and then quickly hit the opponent's abdomen with his knee.

A successful blow, the man fell to the ground!

"How do you want to play?" Sherlock kicked the opponent over.

At this point, the three killers fell to the ground vulnerable!

Sherlock strode over their bodies and walked up to Watson: "You don't look like a soldier, more like... more like a killer or a spy?"