save Sherlock

Soon Watson was sent back to Baker Street, looked up at the two-story building, and then looked back at the number plate 221B.

Hope Sherlock won't lose his temper soon!

He glanced back at the dark Baker Street. The street lights only existed to tell people that it was night!

"Tick tock, tick tock——" Suddenly, fine and dense rain fell from the sky, hitting the red canopy of the nearby cafe.

Weather like this is like Satan singing...

Watson laughed at himself and shook his head.

When did you become so sentimental?

He raised his hand to knock on the door, but his right hand froze in the air.

No... When did I have feelings for other people?

Even if you appreciate Sherlock, it shouldn't be like this...

The sound of the rain became louder, hitting heavily on the red canopy of the cafe, a huge fear was like the night, eating away people's souls endlessly.

... Hehe, I have never been afraid.

As if in a fit of anger, he knocked hard on the black door.

It was still the kind Mrs. Hudson who opened the door. For a moment, Watson almost took her for his dead mother.

What are you thinking, can the dead be resurrected?

Watson sorted out his emotions a little bit, and climbed up on the wooden stairs.

He gently pushed open the door of the living room, and as soon as he entered, he saw Sherlock lying on the sofa...

As soon as Sherlock saw Watson push the door, he immediately sat up: "You must have gone to see those people!"

Watson shook his head regretfully: "It's a pity that I saw a friend of yours!"

"Friends?" Sherlock said in astonishment, as if he didn't have any friends.

"……enemy?"

"Oh, that one?" Sherlock said very calmly with a clear face.

"According to him, it's your demon king. Where did he hide his horn?"

"Did he pay you to spy on me?"

"Yes, but I didn't want it!"

Sherlock lay back on the sofa, closed his eyes and said, "As far as I know, he has always been very generous...you are willing to be hunted down for this gem, but you refused his deal?"

Watson shrugged innocently: "Don't you also provide me with a place to stay? The important thing is when will you return the gem to me?"

"You're implicated in a murder case."

"So you're going to catch me for Lestrade?"

"I'm more curious about what kind of terrorist organization it is..."

"I used to be a soldier. If I really had contacts with some terrorist organization, how could I be sent back to China?"

Sherlock said with a look of determination: "So...you have too many puzzles!"

Watson turned and went into the kitchen, opened the cupboard and took out a bag of instant coffee.

He said casually: "Okay... you can solve me as a case."

The tiger-headed dog wobbled to Watson's feet and asked blankly, "What's the situation now?" 】【The current situation is that I was treated as a puzzle by Sherlock... But this is a good thing, after all, I took Moriarty's things and dragged Sherlock into the water for more protection! 】【But don't you want to put Sherlock in danger? 】【Who said that? 】

[I can feel your emotions! 】

【Your emotions lied to you! 】

The tiger-headed dog looked at Watson, very puzzled...

What is Watson running from?

Watson returned to the living room with his coffee, sat heavily on the sofa, and then leaned down gently.

He glanced at Sherlock who closed his eyes and thought: "What's that thing on your wrist?"

Sherlock still squinted, he moved his right hand, revealing three strange patches on his left arm: "Nicotine patch, can help me think, it is difficult to be a smoker in London now, it is not conducive to the functioning of the brain !"

"When I cleaned the room, why didn't I find that you had this thing?"

"Because you only require regularity for what is within sight."

"So... you're hiding somewhere I didn't notice?"

Sherlock turned his head and said slowly: "I solved that crossword puzzle, you used the author's name of each book."

"I thought you were thinking about something, but I didn't expect you to have time to think about it?"

"So I put three nicotine patches on and it was a super puzzle!"

"Me, the terrorist organization or Lestrade's case?" Watson took a sip of his coffee and put down his cup in disgust: "Instant coffee is really bad, why would you buy this kind of coffee?"

"That was used for experiments in the last case." Sherlock suddenly got up from the sofa, stepped on the table in front of him and strode to the other side of the living room: "I have a number on the table, send me a text message!"

Watson stood up and walked to the desk, picked up the note on it: "Jennifer Wilson?"

"The name of the deceased."

"The Lestrade case?"

"He can't solve these cases, so it's not his!"

"Okay...what do you want me to send to the dead man's phone?"

From the corner, Sherlock placed the pink box he had just found on the chair in the center of the living room.

He put his fingers together on his chin: "As I said, exactly 'What happened to Lawston Gardens, I must have fainted, 22 Northumberland Street, please come quickly'"

"The newspaper said that these dead people took the poison themselves." Watson said while texting.

"How is it possible, someone must have killed them!"

"who is it?"

Sherlock opened the box, and then put his hands on the chair behind him, using his strength to jump onto the chair and squat.

He pointed to the box and said, "There is no mobile phone of the deceased inside."

"You think the murderer is there? So let me text to test?"

Sherlock changed from squatting on the chair back to sitting on the chair: "Maybe he left the phone when he put the box, or maybe the murderer took the phone away for some reason. Either way, the phone is very powerful." Possibly in the hands of the murderer..."

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, Watson's cell phone rang, and the phone number belonged to the deceased.

Sherlock closed the box with a "snap", with a victorious smile on the corner of his mouth: "A few hours after the murder, the murderer received a text message that could only come from the deceased... People who accidentally picked up the phone would not be able to ignore such text messages , so the murderer will definitely panic!"

"Great, let's hurry to 22 Northumberland Street!"

"Of course, Mrs. Hudson confiscated my skull."

"What do you mean?"

Wearing a coat and scarf, Sherlock said: "I like to go out with company. Talking loudly helps my thinking. Mrs. Hudson said you will replace my skull!"

"It's okay to replace a skull, but it's not fun to be a skull!"

"Don't worry, I won't let you turn into a skull!"

Watson followed Sherlock with his head down, walked for about 5 minutes, and came to Northumberland Street.

His mind was full of what Sherlock said just now...

Although I know Sherlock's subtext, it is very likely that you have become a skull now, so you have nothing to play with?My mystery is still unsolved!

... But, just such a sentence, I once thought that no one would say it to me again!

While Watson was wandering, he accidentally kicked a red fire hydrant, and his body leaned forward uncontrollably...

He reacted immediately, and was about to roll over to prevent himself from falling, but an arm lay across his chest first.

Sherlock squatted halfway, and stopped Watson with a hand: "What are you thinking?"

Watson immediately resumed his standing, straightened his clothes and said, "I'm sorry... um... I..." He paused, took a deep breath, and asked with a smile, "Is the murderer really stupid enough to go to Northam?" 22 Berland Street?"

Sherlock stared at Watson, frowned and said, "No, he thinks he's extremely smart. I like smart people, and I'd love to be caught."

"why?"

"Being appreciated, being sought after, and finally getting the spotlight. That's the soft spot of geniuses, they need an audience."

Watson blinked and looked up at the dark sky...

Back then, I not only needed the audience, but also needed the audience to act according to my own ideas... Undoubtedly, I was successful at that time.

...but also lost their loved ones.Being sought after by others, being appreciated by others, I am no longer qualified!

Watson looked at Sherlock, smiled and said, "You need it too?"

"You think I'm a genius?"

"What do you think?"

"Do you need it?"

Sherlock stopped, his smoky blue eyes flicked around quickly, looked at Watson and said, "What would you do if you need it?"

Just as Watson was about to open his mouth, he suddenly froze. He frowned tightly and looked at Sherlock...

What happened to me today, I obviously didn't want to say such a thing, but I couldn't control it.

……What should we do now?What does Sherlock need the audience to do with himself?

Watson crossed his arms, thought for a while and said, "I can be your audience!"

"why?"

Watson gave up on himself and said: "There is no reason, there is always a genius who needs to be noticed, unless you want to be like Van Gogh or Bach!"

Sherlock pursed his lips and turned around with a smile!

He turned around as he walked forward, looked around and said: "This is his hunting ground, the center of the city.

Now knowing that the victim was abducted by him was different.Victims disappear from busy streets or downtown, but no one ever notices them leaving"

Watson spread his hands and said helplessly, "Taking away the victim so easily must have gained the other party's trust, but...will the four deceased with different backgrounds trust the same person?"

Sherlock was silent for a few seconds...

Suddenly he shouted mentally: "Who is hunting among the crowd? Who is unnoticed no matter where?"

"I have no idea for now!"

"Thoughts don't appear easily..." I thought Sherlock would answer next, but his mind leaped across the Pacific Ocean again: "Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry!"

Sherlock turned and pushed open the door of a restaurant: "Eat something if you're not hungry."

"it is good……"

Just as Watson was about to answer, he was stunned again...