Rational discussion, who is the stupidest brother [Comprehensive British and American]

Watson's "suicide" threat was quite useful. Even though Sherlock's face was stinking like shit, he still reluctantly obediently followed the route Watson had planned for him and chose option one—to open the door.

Sure enough, standing against the door, blocking the door tightly was his teddy bear... Oh no, former military doctor Watson.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, what kind of strange way to block the door, why didn't he just pick the door panel and forget it?

Are you so afraid of him running away?

Seeing that the door of 2315 opened a crack, Watson immediately pushed the door panel with lightning speed, and pushed the door and Sherlock who was unsuspecting behind the door open. He closed the door with a click, and put on the anti-theft chain by the way.The whole set of movements is done in one go, without sloppy.

Sherlock: "..."

Sure, Watson was really afraid that he would run away.

But is this attitude a little too much?He is not a thief!

"It's not a thief—" Watson looked at Sherlock with a gloomy gaze, as if what Sherlock did was not to sneak away, but to sneak away with a wild man, "—but you may have more criminal records than a thief .”

Can you still speak well!

Watson told him with the facts - no!

And he intends to use the various poisonous tongue routines he has learned from Sherlock after living together for many years, so that he can experience the feelings of people who are usually speechless by him.

The point of entry to hate Sherlock is - Watson looked at the shabby flashlight in Sherlock's hand, suddenly raised his head, and smiled strangely at Sherlock.

At the scene of the crime, the dim light, the weird smile, and the super associative ability necessary for a detective, Sherlock broke out in a cold sweat, and then realized... He must have thought too much, and Watson in front of him was breathing With temperature, he is a living person, not some evil ghost.

Watson didn't notice Sherlock's sudden strangeness. He tapped the flashlight Sherlock was holding and asked, "Did you buy it? What's the price?"

Let's chat a few words casually first, let Sherlock relax his vigilance, and then we can officially start the venomous performance!

Sherlock had already squatted at the door of the bathroom again, holding up a flashlight to carefully observe the blood pattern on the bathroom floor, not unprepared for Watson's question, and replied casually: "20 knives."

"Oh~~~~~~~~~~~" Watson said a thousand times, and asked with a lot of content: "The 20~ knife~ flashlight~ is it easy to use? Is it easy to use?"

Sherlock paused with the hand holding the flashlight.

He listened to Watson's voice, something was wrong?

Watson: "How do I see you squinting all the time, Sherlock? Is it because the light is not enough, is it too hard to look at?"

Sherlock was sure Watson was mocking him.

However, Watson did not intend to let Sherlock go because of his awakening, and then continued:

"You bought a $20 flashlight, doesn't it look very healthy? Look at this poor little light bulb, you really don't worry, you can blow it out with a big breath?"

Sherlock: "...it's not a candle, Watson."

To be honest, Sherlock feels that the number of paragraphs of Watson's poisonous tongue is a bit too low, it sounds harmless, and there is still a lot of room for improvement.

Watson gritted his teeth: "I said that if you can blow it out, you can blow it out. Do you want to see it?"

"..."

Yes, but dare not have.

Sherlock knew he was right, closed his mouth and continued to examine the patterns on the floor. After a few minutes, he asked Watson nonchalantly, "How do you know it's from this room?"

Theoretically speaking, even if Watson went to Gotham Police Station to handle the bail procedures for him, generally even the newest and most talkative policeman would know the rules not to inform the suspect's family of the details of the case at will.

That is to say, even if Watson can guess that he came to the Wayne Hotel, the possibility of finding him is very small if he doesn't know which room of the hotel the incident happened.Unless, Watson directly called Gotham's goldfish police to search the hotel, and even so, he was very sure that he would sneak away before the police found him.

This is the biggest reason why he dared to sneak out!

Although...was still caught by Watson_(:з」∠)_.

Watson stood aside with his arms folded, watching Sherlock struggling to distinguish patterns on the floor, he felt inexplicably relieved.

Hmm - isn't it kind to gloat?

Watson scratched his chin, thought deeply for three seconds, and decided to continue.

Once in a while, it's cool ︿(￣︶￣)︿.

"Do you think that the lawyer Aum helped hire is free? Lawyer William is a famous gold medal lawyer. Do you think he is the kind of person who can only do things but can't do things?"

Watson praised the lawyer, and he didn't forget to laugh at Sherlock by the way.

And, what he said was indeed true.

When they went to the police station to find people, Lawyer William not only silenced the police who received them, but also had to agree to Sherlock's request for bail. All the case materials were shown to lawyers Watson and William.

Sherlock stood up suddenly, strode in front of Watson, and asked sharply, "Have you and the lawyer read the case files?"

"Yes, I've seen it." Watson frowned, and pushed Sherlock away a little uncomfortably, "Is there any problem, Xiali?"

The problem is big!

"Did you ask to see it? Or did the police give it to you?"

"Uh……"

Watson looked up, trying to recall the situation at that time.

"It seems to be... Attorney William said a lot of technical terms and legal provisions, accusing the police of arresting people without authorization and detaining them in an irregular manner. You really have a basis... Xiali?"

Seeing that Sherlock's face became more and more ugly as he talked more, Watson stopped temporarily.

"Tell me, Watson,"

Sherlock looked directly into Watson's eyes and said very seriously:

"Is the policeman who gave you the case information tall, with brown hair, tan eyes, freckles on both sides of the nose, an old scar about two centimeters long on the inside of the left wrist, a white stain on the bottom of the trousers on the right leg, speaking With a Kansas accent?"

Watson: "... I can't tell if the accent is from Kansas, I didn't see the stain on the bottom of the trousers, and the freckles... I didn't look that closely, but the scar on the left hand, the figure, the color of the hair and the eyes are indeed the same as you said .”

Sherlock's face suddenly became gloomy!

The police definitely have a problem!

But...reason...purpose...his purpose for doing this...

Sherlock opened his eyes suddenly, pushed Watson aside and rushed to the bathroom door, lay down on the floor and looked closely at the blood-red pattern.

Unexpectedly, Watson was caught by Sherlock and staggered for two steps before standing still on the outer wall of the bathroom, "Charlotte..."

"Shit!"

Sherlock suddenly uttered a swear word, got up suddenly, jumped out of the bathroom, rushed into the bedroom of the suite, and rummaged around.

Watson, who had just stood firm on the outer wall of the bathroom, was hit by Sherlock and staggered two steps. He stabilized his body, and when he looked up, he saw Sherlock rummaging in the room.

The pillows were thrown on the carpet, the quilts and sheets were all lifted, the doors of the wardrobe and the low cabinet were all opened, and all the spare items inside were thrown on the carpet. Sherlock himself was bending his knees while leaning on the mattress , seeming to plan to lie down on the carpet and look under the bed.

Xiali's movements were still as neat as ever. Watson supported his old waist that had been hit twice in a row, thinking bitterly, has it been a minute?He almost turned the room upside down...

Watson's face suddenly changed!

This TM is a crime scene!

"Charlie!"

Watson rushed forward in two steps in three steps, trying to stop Sherlock.

"Don't make noise! ​​I'm looking for bombs!"

Explosion | Bomb? ? ?

Watson was stunned. Isn't this the scene of the crime?What does it have to do with bombs...there really are! ! !

While Watson was in a daze, Sherlock had already sprawled on the carpet and dragged out an improvised bomb from under the bed!

What the hell!

Watson squatted down to check the situation of the bomb with Sherlock, while feeling wildly in his heart, Gotham is indeed Gotham, the criminals are really playing it!

Sherlock checked the bomb carefully, and said, "It's a homemade remote bomb. It needs a remote control to start it. The distance of the remote control is no more than 300 meters. The power is average, and it can probably blow up this room."

Watson twitched the corner of his mouth and couldn't help complaining: "Xiali, I think your understanding of the power of bombs seems to be different from mine?"

"No, I'm just thinking from the perspective of Gotham." Sherlock fooled Watson solemnly. "If it were in London, I would definitely say that the bomb|bomb is quite powerful, and it's best to dismantle it as soon as possible."

Saying that, Sherlock took out a pair of scissors from the inner pocket of the windbreaker like lightning, and with a click, he cut off a thread on the bomb.

Watson: "Why do you still carry scissors with you... No! Don't cut randomly!!!"

Watson's horrified scream broke the sound directly.

"But—" Sherlock blinked innocently, and said, "—I did not cut it wrong. The bomb|bomb has been dismantled now, and there is no danger!"

"Don't be cute!" Watson was completely mad.

"I'm not being cute!"

Sherlock felt that it was very necessary to correct Watson's erroneous views and maintain the image of a high-ranking consulting detective. This was much more important than explaining to Watson what the bomb|bomb was all about!

"Blinking is a normal physiological mechanism of human beings, it is..."

"shut up!"

Watson violently grabbed something from the carpet and covered Sherlock's mouth.

"Either you fucking explain to me what the hell is going on with this damn bomb! Or you don't want to open your mouth again!"

"..." Even Watson would threaten him, it's amazing...

Sherlock held up his hands in surrender, and motioned his head for Watson to remove the pillow from his mouth.

To be reasonable, if he doesn't move away, Watson will probably have to communicate with that fat man McCoff about the location of his cemetery!

Surrender so easily?

Sherlock's resignation made Watson suspicious, and he hesitated for a while before letting go of Sherlock.Even so, he still held the pillow in his hand, as if to cover it again at any time.

Sherlock helplessly pressed the pillow in Watson's hand, and began to explain the bomb to Watson, trying to use a language that humans could understand.

Boyfriend, what if he doesn't pamper you a little bit ╮(╯▽╰)╭?thought Sherlock.

"The whole thing is a trap for the clown. The brown-haired policeman in the police station was used by the clown or simply was the clown's helper. The two-step trap set by the clown in this room, the first step, put Loki ——The clown's target is Loki, after all he doesn't know my existence——through the murder case, he got into the police station, restricted Loki's whereabouts, and bought enough time for himself to act freely.

The second step is the bomb|bomb. "

Sherlock bent his knuckles and tapped the bomb, watching Watson tremble with fear.

"Or, this bomb|bomb is actually just a backup plan. If Loki finds something wrong in the police station—"

Having said that, Sherlock pouted.

"But I think it's superfluous. If Loki can find something wrong in the police station, then he won't invade New York..."

"Charlie!" Watson glared at Sherlock warningly.

"...In short, if Loki comes back again, it's time for the bomb to come in handy."

Sherlock patted the bomb again, as if he was not the one who almost enjoyed the "gift" of the clown instead of Rocky.

"The Joker's target is Loki?"

"Mostly, but definitely including Loki's companions. Anyone who returns to this room to check the murder scene is the target of the clown sending bombs to the sky."

"evidence?"

"The pattern on the bathroom floor is actually cipher text, you can't even understand it..." Under Watson's menacing eyes, Sherlock changed his words: "...The cipher text probably means——enjoy the changes in the sky." The fun of mincing it!"

Watson shuddered and couldn't help rubbing his arms, which were covered with goosebumps standing up and reporting.

When Sherlock mentioned the clown's trap before, he didn't think much of it. With Sherlock all these years, he has encountered many cases that are more complicated, harder to solve, and lack clues than this.But when he heard the meaning of the cipher text, Watson suddenly understood the true horror of the clown!

There is no humanity!

That is a lunatic who regards killing as fun and beauty!

Watson opened his mouth, closed it again, frowned and thought for a few seconds, and asked again: "But the question is, why didn't the bomb start?"

Sherlock shook his head.

"There should be something wrong that we don't know yet."

Sherlock deduced that the clown must have left after arranging this series of traps, and it was the brown-haired policeman who interrogated him last night who was in charge of monitoring room 2315 and starting the bomb.

As for why the bomb wasn't activated until he cut the line?He really doesn't know.

There is no clue at all, and it is not something that happened right in front of your eyes. Even a famous consulting detective can't be fooled!

Hearing Sherlock's answer, Watson frowned even tighter. Sherlock has only been in Gotham for a long time, and he has provoked such a lunatic. Does he need to ask Mycroft...

"What are you going to do, Xiali?" Watson decided to ask Sherlock about his plan before making a decision.

"There is no criminal without a killer."

Sherlock took out his phone.

"For example, the clown's nemesis is the famous dark knight in Gotham - Batman!"

The author has something to say:

Sherlock: Am I the kind of person who doesn't retaliate when I'm wronged?

Watson: (cold face) You are.

Sherlock:? ? ?

Watson: You obviously paid back a hundred times!

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