Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Wu Zhen hugged Sherlock tightly and buried her head in his chest, afraid that this was a fleeting dream.

These days, she seems to be sinking and floating in the water, sinking, floating, sinking, floating.The heart was crushed and breathless.

All right now.The drowning man finally grabs a piece of driftwood.

"Well, let's go home." Sherlock rubbed her head affectionately.He had never used this way of expression before, he was a little uncomfortable, and let Wu Zhen go, face to face, looking into her eyes, black like black gemstones.

"Hi! Hi!" Dylan held on to the shelf and tried to step forward, but he hesitated and dared not go forward. "Did you forget that there is another person here?"

Reason tells him that he should slip away at this time, but Sherlock is here, this is Sherlock!

Dylan's scalp was numb with slight irritation. In the dull basement, he took a big mouthful of air.He felt his heart beating fast.

"Remember me?" He caught the attention of the two of them, and forgot to say something for a while. Those lines and impassioned questions that he had prepared before could not utter a word, stuck in his throat and dry.

Sherlock never forgets, the memory palace in his head contains almost all the knowledge he uses, useless amnestics.

He remembered that this man had worked for Moriarty.Other information is not important, it's just a defeat.

"The man who claimed to be the messenger of God." He said with a cold look.

Wu Zhen was excited, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.Seeing that no one in the audience got to the point, he cleared his throat, but still wanted to laugh.

Hahahaha, the man of the messenger of God.Dylan, I didn't expect you to be in secondary school like this!

Dylan's eyes immediately shone brightly, "You still remember me."

Thousands of words in one word.Dylan couldn't be more upset.At this moment, he has no intention of harming others or blocking them. He clearly knows that Sherlock cannot be stopped.

They got here, that means Eustace... no, Moriarty failed.

Look, this is Sherlock.

"Let's go," he said.

"Dylan, you are Eustace's subordinate, do you know what's inside?"

Wu Zhen asked him.

It refers to the things contained in these coffins. He must know what these things are, otherwise he wouldn't be so scared.Uneasy even called her.

"Vampire." He replied bluntly, "I don't know where the vampire body was dug up. You can do whatever you want."

He is really a smart person, he can hear the true meaning of Wu Zhen's words at once.

"I'm going to burn them, so they don't stay and harm people." She nodded and went to get the oil lamp.

Sherlock stopped her, and there was no objection in his eyes. He said, "It takes too much time for you to do this, blow it up."

"How to explode, you brought explosives?"

"On Sophie, she won't be able to wait to take it off." Sherlock shrugged.

"Sophie? Why is she here too?"

"Because she was Moriarty's subordinate, once."

"what?"

Dylan interjected maliciously, "Moriarty, that's Eustace."

Wu Zhen held back his desire to ask again: "After a while, Sherlock, you have to explain everything to me clearly."

How could Sherlock disagree, and readily agreed: "No problem."

The four of them walked up the moss-covered and dusty stairs in a formation of three in front and one in the back, without speaking a word all the way.

Wu Zhen just wanted to enjoy the tranquility at this moment, and Sherlock calculated the probability of possible situations.

Malloy thought that he would soon be able to interview Sherlock and make a name for himself, so he closed his mouth excitedly and dared not disturb him.Dylan is like a walking watchdog, looking at Sherlock with tenderness.

The oil lamp on the wall was lit all the way, thanks to Malloy, the stairs were always lit.Only the sound of treading footsteps.

The firelight dimmed and the daylight softened.

Louis moved a chair at the entrance of the cave and sat there, waiting for them. He did not know where to get a glass of red wine. He held it in an elegant posture, but it was as elegant as drinking afternoon tea. cake.

There were only Louis and Sophie in the whole hall. Seeing that Sherlock came out safely, with two people he didn't know behind him, he greeted him politely.

"They're all gone."

Sherlock: "What?"

"There's no need to stop them." Louis tilted his head, he deliberately wanted to let the group of people go.

"You'll know how powerful it is later." Sherlock said, "Sophie, dismantle the bomb and throw it into the basement."

"I've already dismantled the damn bomb, over there, go get it yourself, I really don't want to touch it at all."

Sophie was sweating profusely from exhaustion, she was touching up her makeup, she turned her eyes, saw Wu Zhen in the mirror, and smiled with half apologetic and three parts smug.

"I don't feel guilty for cheating you for the rest of my life, but you are a nice person who is willing to work hard for your friends. If there is a chance, I still want to be friends with you. You can decide whatever you want."

Wu Zhen was very sad, and then she thought about it, she has experienced so many things, she has gone through so many hurdles, compared with before, this bit of suffering is nothing.

Sophie is such a person. From the moment she knew her, she could tell that Sophie didn't trust others and was a heartless person.

She was still wondering why Sophie was so enthusiastic about herself.

"Did you arrange the killer who came to kill you and made a fuss in your store?"

Sophie: "No, I said I have many enemies."

"Your story is false?"

"No, I just said the beginning, it's true."

"Ah."

"No text?"

"Your personality is what you are now, and you must have experienced something. But I'm not going to forgive you for cheating and causing me psychological harm."

Sophie smiled brightly: "Yes, you are not going to forgive me now." Maybe in the future.

Sherlock suggested: "Who will take the bomb down."

Everyone looked the same.

Sophie: "I swear I'll never touch that thing again."

Louis: "I haven't finished my glass of wine yet."

Dylan: "If I go down, will you let me up?"

Wu Zhen: "No, you are an enemy personnel."

Dylan: "So, take what I just said as fart."

Malloy looked at the crowd of cowards, smiled calmly, and deliberately expressed in front of the beauties: "I'm not afraid of bombs."

Louis: "Then you go."

"well said."

"Hero, go. We will miss you."

"Brave man."

"Go and go."

Malloy glared at everyone, filled with anger and grievance, and went down to the basement with the bomb in his arms.In less than a moment, he came up quickly.

"All right."

Sherlock clapped his hands, motioning for everyone to evacuate.Walking to the gate of the manor, three black helicopters hovered in the sky, shouting at them with their horns, and the sound of the horns was mixed with murmurs.

"Holmes Sherlock, where is it! Please answer if you hear it, and wave if you hear it!"

"Holmes Sherlock has been searched, request to land."