Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

The interior is a mess, and the impatient tumbler clearly has no intention of putting it back in place.

The old antique bottle, silver and copper pendulum in the outhouse is almost unscathed. There are two people lying on the ground, one is half kneeling on the ground, and the other man may be the only one in the whole room who is standing and "not busy", just ignore him Handcuffs on hands.

He shrugged, looking at all this with the attitude of a bystander.

Ha, that's fucking ridiculous.

Vikas almost laughed.

This is a bad incident similar to a robbery. The situation of the parties is worse than the incident itself, and they obviously don't have time to think about it.

Sherlock was writhing, Wu Zhen was pressing questions, Wu Pan was half-conscious, and the ambulance was on the way.

In this antique shop where the original perpetrator becomes the perpetrator, everything is blurred by light and shadow.

Sherlock has a map of all of London in his mind, and he can even call for things that are not within his - a consulting detective's - scope of authority.Who told him to be the only consulting detective in the world.

Sherlock puts all his talent beyond genius into investigating cases. There are people beyond others, geniuses beyond geniuses, and some people. Although he is not the only consulting detective in the world, he has power.

Lestrade arrived one step ahead of the ambulance. He always ran very fast in relation to Sherlock, and almost ran through red lights on the road.

Once he was out of breath and ran through the antique store's rolling shutters, he was once again thankful for his mobility, or for the extra attention Mycroft paid to his brother.

"Go clean up the mess."

A phone call from Mycroft aroused the nerves of Lestrade, who was sitting at his desk smoking a cigarette.

God!

This subdued cry lasted until Lestrade arrived on the scene.

As soon as he entered the door, Lestrade took out his pistol, which was completely a habitual action.When he saw the scene in the house clearly, he called out to God again in his heart, feeling both shocked and ridiculous.

Sherlock didn't know where he was, but the sound of ping-pong-pong in the back room gave him some clues. Wu Zhen wrapped his thin arms around Wu Pan, and there were two pale faces under the same black hair. The boy's condition looked very bad.There were only two ugly people in the room, one was lying on the ground, the other was showing a mouthful of big white teeth towards the back room, with eyes downcast, he didn't know what he was laughing at.

"Ok."

He muttered silently, walked up to Vikas, and poked the gun in front of Vikas with the gun in his hand—he took it out, how could the sword be drawn without seeing blood?

Vikas shrank back unexpectedly, put away his smile, and showed full respect to Lestrade.He is tall and handsome, with wild eyes shining, but the lion's world and majesty are limited to the prairie.Other than that he is disciplined.

Lestrade was very satisfied with his reaction, and felt secretly refreshed.Look around.He asked, "What happened to Wu Pan?"

Wu Zhen's eyes were like knives in the wind and ice, and he slashed hard at the owner of the antique shop who was curled up on the ground.

Lestrade probably understood what was going on.

He made a phone call gesture, and said softly in a coaxing tone, "Ambulance?"

"Already called."

"Sherlock!" Lestrade yelled into the back room, trying to pull away the irreparable situation and the irredeemable people before the ambulance arrived.

Backroom responded:

"To shut up!"

The expected answer.

Everyone present was not surprised.

"Sherlock, what the hell are you doing?" Lestrade held his head and walked back and forth in the room.

"Case."

A lump bulged out of Sherlock's black trench coat.

"It's time to hurry."

He is always succinct and succinct, running around like a black lightning bolt. Sometimes Sherlock will make Wu Zhen feel that he is some kind of feline. He is all black, proud and elegant, and his jewel-like smoky gray eyes are shining. , like the stars never fall.

Wu Zhen looked into his eyes, and a certain missing place in his heart was filled.

The sound of an ambulance approaching outside the house.

In the strong wind, Wu Zhen watched Wu Pan get into the ambulance and followed closely.With his coat on his wrist, Vikas whispered a reminder in her ear: "Do you know the British ambulance charges?"

Wu Zhen was sobbing, with a cold face, one hand supported the armrest inside the ambulance, and one foot stepped into the ambulance.

"That kind of thing, let's talk about it after you survive."

The car door closed, and Vikas let out a "hoo", and changed his mind about her again.

The ambulance creaked and stopped abruptly. Vikas didn't know why, so he saw the back door of the car opened, and Wu Zhen rushed down, aggressively, as if he was about to hit someone.The hem of her skirt was scratched by the bottom of the carriage, and a gust of wind happened to blow, Wu Zhen was unconscious, Vikas clasped his hands and looked up at the sky.

...Safety pants are really not a good thing.

She was furious, but still holding back her anger.When she was angry, the corners of her mouth would pull up, as if she was about to laugh, and two small fangs were exposed, as if some kind of small animal was about to bite someone.

Sherlock licked his lips.His eyes were ignorant, he didn't notice Wu Zhen's anger, he didn't think Wu Zhen would make a move, so he patiently said to her: "You have to stay."

"Listen, Sherlock, this is my brother in this car!"

"Biologically speaking, you are talking nonsense... Oh, I know what you mean. You have to realize the seriousness of the current situation. He will not die, but you will."

Wu Zhen's head went cold.She pulled Sherlock aside, gave way to the car, and comforted the nurse who came down after hearing the news: "You guys go first, I'll be there later."

The two-color lights flickered away, Sherlock and Wu Zhen stood face to face, Vikas stood a little far away, smiled ambiguously, and hid further away.

Sherlock grabbed Wu Zhen's shoulder and stared at her, blinking his eyelids.

"Listen, I already know of Moriarty's plan..."

"Why are there two of you?"

Sherlock stretched out his palm and waved it in front of Wu Zhen's eyes.

It was only then that Wu Zhen looked at Sherlock seriously, his eyes were blue and black, his eyes were still excited, but his eyelids could not stop closing.

Sherlock grabbed Wu Zhen's arm and slowly slid down.Wu Zhen supported him, pulled off his sleeves, and the things that came into view were as expected.With a mess of hair, he turned to Vikas and said, "Do me a favor and call the ambulance back."

Lestrade raised his hand: "I'll shout!"

Sherlock was so angry that he hummed a few times in his nasal cavity before exiting: "I'm just, a little sleepy..."

Wu Zhen: "Please hurry up!"

Lestrade held the phone to her ear and said to her, "I'm trying, little brats! No... not to you..."

The phone was connected, and Lestrade held a cigarette in one hand and the phone in the other.

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