[Comprehensive British and American] The world painting style is not right

Before Sherlock could answer, there was a crisp sound of opening the door, and someone had already opened the door from the inside.They turned their heads together and saw that Watson came out on crutches, and was taken aback when he saw the man next to Sherlock.

Before Watson could speak, the group broke into 221b Baker Street.Puzzled, Sherlock followed in, only to find that he had brought in Carol who hadn't recovered.

Sherlock originally wanted to find a chair to put Carol down, but the weird group of people unbuttoned their trench coats, and several short people jumped down.

No wonder this group of people walked unsteadily and had strange postures. Everyone was actually made up of several dwarves.One of the blue-bearded dwarves nodded to Watson. "Good evening."

Then, they divided up the chairs in the living room without treating themselves as outsiders at all, and of course they didn't give Sherlock a chance to let go of Carol.

"Hey! Got any torte?" cried a dwarf, waving at Watson.

"...Yes." Watson looked a little unhappy, as if remembering something, he lowered his eyes and said insincerely, "I'll bring it right away."

"Thank you!" said another dwarf, "then better have some more beer!"

Watson ran to the kitchen and brought out the torte and beer, which they brought to the table.The dwarves drank beer excitedly, thirsty so much from the long walk, and soon the table was spilled with beer.

Then, the dwarves began to discuss some topics they had never heard of, such as lonely mountains, gold, and treasure hunting, which made Watson confused.

Sherlock, who couldn't find a place, put Carol on the stairs and sat beside her.

Carol felt that the scene in front of her seemed familiar, while Sherlock quietly listened to the dwarf's words, seeming to be thinking.

"The torte is finished!" The dwarves looked at Watson, and then thumped the table again.

"I'll make a new one right away!" Watson, who had always been calm and silent, was a little flustered, and he ran quickly to the kitchen with a cane.

Watson skillfully took out the fermented flour, poured it into a mold, sprinkled nuts on the surface, and put it into the oven.

Watson then pulled out what was left of the fridge and even found some biscuits.He came hurriedly, and the dwarves saw the food, and began to feast on it again.

The knock on the door came again, and Watson trembled with startle, and it sounded anxious.

Watson sighed, walked over and opened the door, and a tall man walked in with a long cane.

"Bilbo, I'm Gandalf." The white-haired man in the long robe was Gandalf, and he smiled and nodded at Watson.

Carol was stunned, what's going on now?This group of dwarves came to 221b Baker Street, why even Gandalf came?

Sherlock looked at Watson thoughtfully, clasped his hands together, and tapped the back of his hands lightly with his fingers.

Watson turned his head slightly to look at Sherlock, and sighed softly. He took out a bottle from his pocket, poured a large mouthful of the liquid in the bottle, and threw the crutch aside.

In a few seconds Watson rapidly began to dwarf, his hair grew wildly to his shoulders, and his ears elongated and enlarged, until he was about the size of the dwarves.

"This is you, Bilbo Baggins." The dwarves clapped their hands happily, and the whole room was filled with their applause.

"Living in the human world must be very tiring." A dwarf wearing a sky-blue turban showed a concerned expression.

"We are here to invite you to return to Middle-earth." Gandalf tapped the floor with his stick to show his sincerity.

During their conversation, Carol learns that Watson's true identity is a hobbit.Since he left Middle Earth and came to the human world, he has been studying in medical school.

Later, he found a job as a military doctor, returned to London due to injury, and rented an apartment at 221b Baker Street.These are not different from the plots in Sherlock.

However, Watson has stayed in the human world long enough and has enough "experience".No matter how powerful Sherlock was, he still didn't realize that the person he rented with was from Middle Earth.

Carol, who is familiar with the plots of the two movies, naturally knows that Watson and Baggins look exactly the same except for the pair of dwarf-specific ears.

So Carol unlocked a new identity for a character.Watson was a hobbit... well, since she knew she looked like a werewolf, nothing seemed strange.

"Bilbo Baggins, you are a very fine hobbit." said the dignified-looking dwarf, Thorin, king of the Turin tribe.

"The Turin family needs you now, you have to go to the Lonely Mountain with us." Sorin, who was still in high spirits just now, suddenly lowered his voice and became serious.

"Lonely Mountain?" Watson became nervous. He waved his hands hastily and shook his head desperately. He is not a person who can afford to take risks.

Why should he stay in England when he should have moved his family far away?A hobbit who is often scared, having a roommate like Sherlock is already very uneasy.

But now, these dwarves were able to find his residence.This doesn't sound like a good thing, otherwise why would they travel all the way to find him?

"It seems that you have almost forgotten everything about Middle-earth?" Thorin sneered, "I shouldn't have trusted Gandalf's words so easily, and asked a hobbit for help!"

"He looks as timid as a mouse, how can he have the courage to face the dragon?" A dwarf questioned, looking Watson up and down.

"Warriors," interrupted the dwarves, who were chattering incessantly, "but this must be done by the hobbits, and Baggins is my chosen man, and there can be no mistake. "

"Do you want to give up the mission of Lonely Mountain and go back to mine?" Gandalf just said this, and all the dwarves fell silent.

In order to regain the glory of the dwarves, they must go to the lonely mountain and find the treasure.

"That's right." Gandalf nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at Watson, "If you still remember that you are a hobbit, come with us on the road tomorrow."

Watson clenched his hands hesitantly. After the pain of the battlefield, he chose a peaceful life.Is it going to Middle Earth again, embarking on this journey, going back to that turmoil?

"Can you tell me what's going on first?" Watson's voice sounded timid.

"My grandfather was King of the Lonely Mountain, and the towns below him were happy and rich," said Thor, "but the gold and jewels brought Smaug the dragon."

"The dragon came flying, the death knell sounded, and it burned everything to ashes." He said slowly, leading people into that distant memory.

"Smaug hid the treasure in the mountains, and guarded it at every step. But..." Thorin paused, and continued, "he would come out at night to capture the inhabitants and eat them, and then everyone fled, and the whole city in ruins."

"We're going back to the Lonely Mountain to get back the treasure that belongs to the dwarves!" Thorin's voice suddenly rose, and he turned to look at Watson. "We need your help, Hobbit."

Watson seemed also attracted by this story, and he wanted to see the place he had never set foot before, but the legend of the dragon made him shudder again.

Everyone was staring at Watson, which made him a little at a loss.

"Mr. Baggins, are you afraid?" a dwarf sneered.

At this time, Sherlock, who had been silent all this time, said, "Don't interfere with Watson's thinking, this should be decided by himself."

"There are actually two humans eavesdropping on our conversation!" They noticed Sherlock and Carol sitting on the stairs.

Carol rolled her eyes. The dwarves really have a bad memory. Didn't they ask for directions at the door?

Sherlock ignored the stupid dwarf. He glanced at Carol, whose legs were still unable to walk normally, and picked her up, ready to throw her back to the next door.

"Aren't you tired?" Watson looked at the dwarves. He seemed to have made up his mind to go to Middle-Earth. "Go to sleep first, and talk about it tomorrow morning."

Watson brought the quilt, and the sofa and chairs were full of dwarves, and some fell asleep directly on the floor.

Sherlock carried Carol out of the door, and Carol finally asked, "Have you never discovered Watson's identity before?"

"He has the right to keep his identity, everyone has a secret." Sherlock turned his head to look at Carol, and said softly, "Aren't you the same?"

Carol was stunned. Before she could say anything, Sherlock had already opened the door of 222 Baker Street, put her on the sofa, and quickly turned and left.

The exhausted Carol was in no mood to think, she lay down on the sofa and fell asleep after a while.

The next morning, Carol woke up from the cold, with bursts of coldness flowing through her body.Her legs had already recovered, and as soon as she stood up, she saw a group of people in foot-length trench coats walking by outside the window.

They walked a little unsteadily, but they were able to move forward smoothly.Behind him is Gandalf, a robed wizard with white hair. It seems that Watson has set off with them.

Carol stretched, ready to wash up before going to school.Just as she was brushing her teeth in front of the mirror, a voice suddenly sounded.

【Your next task is to tame the dragon Smaug】

She was so frightened that she swallowed all the water in her mouth. She looked up at herself in the mirror with a mouth full of white foam, and couldn't help frowning. What kind of mission is this?