[Comprehensive] Baker Street Survival Guide

Through some subtle disguises, Sherlock sneaked into Joanna's house.

——Living in a high-end apartment, her family background is outstanding, which is not difficult to see from Joanna's clothing taste.Only Watson thought that Joanna was just an ordinary and innocent girl, and later he didn't think so, because Joanna became more and more lazy to pretend to be herself.To borrow a sentence from Irene Adler - there are more and more powerful people in this era, and Joanna's competitive spirit has risen.

The elegant luxury apartment is empty, and the TV is still on, playing some boring TV series.Sherlock passed it by in a flash. He could see the trajectory of Joanna leaving in a hurry. The sofa had returned to its flattened state, and the temperature of the decorative lights in the living room had almost completely dissipated. Basically the same when it came out.

——The most perfect miss.He missed Joanna and went back to Baker Street to wait patiently.

In fact, Lestrade also tried to make some efforts. He retrieved the surveillance video of more distant blocks, but the scope of it was too large. Even if he and his police officers voluntarily worked overtime, they would not gain anything.

Sherlock vaguely sensed the shadow of his opponent from these setbacks, and this time he and Mycroft had the opposite point of view—he didn't think the opponent was a scheming guy, at least not in terms of age. The man is quite young and still has the heart to show off.

But this deduction can't explain anything. Mycroft didn't know about Sherlock answering the call, but he must have other clues, which he didn't tell Sherlock.This leads to a difference of judgment between the brothers, just like the game they were fond of as children. After some debate, only the truth can convince each other.

Since Sherlock had arrived at Joanna's room, he didn't miss this opportunity to observe Joanna's details.The lock on Joanna's door is more fiddly than any in the room, which fits Sherlock's original description of Joanna as a secretive person who doesn't like people prying into her details.

After opening the door, Sherlock was a little disappointed.The room was ridiculously shabby, it wasn't Joanna's Nordic-style decoration on Baker Street, and the house where she lived with her parents would not have much personality at all.The so-called 'outrageous' means that there is no more secret information, no compartments and small organs, not even a computer.

But Sherlock saw a group photo on Joanna's bedside table.In the photo, Joanna is only three or four years old. Her father is holding her, and Joanna's mother is standing beside her.Judging from the state of this apartment, the hostess here should have passed away for many years.

Sherlock puts the frame back on Joanna's bedside.He left Joanna's window, and the footprints left on the window frame should be enough for Joanna to find Sherlock. Asking to find a private car during rush hour is the same.

Sherlock had to admit that this method was very useful, because for a period of time after that, every time he wanted to express his dissatisfaction with Mycroft, he would refer to this way of holding a sign.

Most of the requirements will be met immediately, and it was not until Watson eagerly said that he would try it that the mode of monitoring and asking for help from all kinds of tests was declared shattered.

During that time, some of the residents of Baker Street didn't quite understand the state of a few of them after raising their signs.But these were all a long time ago.

After leaving Watson, everything becomes extremely long.

Sherlock returned to Baker Street. He ignored Mrs. Hudson's worried expression and walked up the stairs silently alone.

"Have you found Watson yet?" The landlady's voice sounded from behind.

Sherlock walked up without pausing, pretending to be immersed in his memory palace.He desperately needs a breakthrough.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and the curtains upstairs were drawn, leaving only a vague outline of everything.The letter opener nailed to the bookshelf by Sherlock looked sharp in the dark, while Mr. Skull on the bookshelf still looked at Sherlock with a pair of black eyes.

Sherlock put his hand on the light switch.

He suddenly heard the sound of breathing in the darkness. If he hadn't been so familiar with this kind of breathing that he was used to it as instinct, Sherlock should have reacted immediately.

—This is the sound of Watson's breathing.Calm and regular, as if asleep.

Sherlock paused for a while, even though there was only the sound of breathing in the silence at this time, a sense of satisfaction surged in his heart.Then he turned on the light and opened the bedroom door.

Watson was lying on the bed with his shoes on, and he had indeed fallen asleep, so peacefully.

The whole world is looking for him, but he seems to have never left the room.

"Mrs. Hudson!" Sherlock, after a short period of lost and regained joy, the joyful smile that had just appeared on the corner of his mouth quickly receded. He seemed to have thought of something urgent, and called the landlady's name loudly.

"What's the matter! I'm not your housekeeper!" Mrs. Hudson shouted downstairs, her voice was not as loud as Sherlock's, and it sounded vague.

Mrs. Hudson was still wondering about Sherlock's sudden movement. The next second, the stairs vibrated, and her tenant ran down the stairs quickly, with the windbreaker still in her hand, and she didn't have time to put it on.

"What happened?" Mrs. Hudson straightened up on the sofa, she was a little worried about Sherlock's state.

Sherlock has already rushed out of the gate of 221b, and left a sentence that surprised her: "Watson is upstairs, take care of him. Contact Lestrade and let him come to accompany you!"

"What happened?" The landlady was confused by Sherlock's order.But Sherlock has run a long way.

"What did you say? John is upstairs? Upstairs in 221b?!" After Mrs. Hudson reacted, she found Watson upstairs and followed Sherlock's instructions to find Lestrade.

The inspector's voice on the phone was also tense, as if the sky was about to fall.

"My God! Did Watson find it? What about Sherlock? Forget it, anyway, this is the only good news I heard today. Sherlock's brother was assassinated, I'll come over right away, Watson still needs a physical examination..."

Before the emergency personnel in the ambulance rushed into the Diogenes Club, the security personnel here were still in a dream, together with the big shots sitting in the club and reading newspapers, dreaming of the impenetrable dream of Diogenes.

Mr. Heard had just put all his personal belongings into his briefcase when the ambulance arrived.He enjoyed a very pleasant and undisturbed afternoon here.Joanna has been cooking at home recently, and he can eat prepared food when he comes home.

Life was so easy until he saw an ambulance at the door.

"Which old guy has a physical problem?" Mr. Hilde stopped a person outside the club door and asked in a brisk tone.

Only at this moment will the club's requirement not to speak be temporarily relaxed.It is not without precedent, having heard of Mr Hield decades ago, when he was still unqualified for the club.An elderly gentleman with a noble title suffered a heart attack while reading a book.

Later rescue failed and died.For a long time afterwards, there were jokes about the ghost of the gentleman wandering among the bookshelves of the club, which is a good attribution.

I don't know who had this unlucky experience again this time, and Mr. Hilde made a guess in his heart.

But the first responders just shook their heads, businessfully asking him not to interfere with their work.

The front office staff, who had been working in the club's front office for decades, came out in stride.Mr. Hield never heard him speak.He watched the gentleman at the front desk grab his cuff in disregard of tradition and etiquette, and said anxiously, "Mr. Holmes has been assassinated! Where are your security personnel?"

When Mr. Hilde heard this sentence, he was stunned for a moment.But the words from the front desk just explained where his strange feeling came from.The medical staff here are not in a hurry to send people to the hospital, and there are no stretchers or anything, but a steady stream of medical equipment is put down from the car and carried in.

This detail is a bit confusing.Mr. Hilder asked in a daze: "Are they here to treat directly? Is this Mycroft's request?"

Mr. Hilder couldn't get past the word 'assassination', so he imagined Mycroft Holmes dying. He also had great hopes that Holmes was just scratched or something.

"I don't know..." The receptionist shook his head in embarrassment.

"Mr. Hilde, please come with me. I am Cynthia, the secretary of Mr. Holmes, and I will explain these problems to you..." A black BMW has just parked at the entrance of the club, and the car is still not stable. Cynthia She opened the car door, and she learned about everything that happened here on the road. At this time, she said to Mr. Hilde with a serious face, "I can explain everything that happened here!"

More vehicles surrounded the Diogenes Club.

Mr. Hilder knew Cynthia, Holmes' golden secretary.Things that could make her so serious seemed extraordinary, his heart sank slightly, and a bad premonition arose spontaneously.

I'm afraid Mycroft was badly wounded.

You know, natural death is an acceptable part of Diogenes' history, but being assassinated, or the intelligence chief of the security department being assassinated, this is a bit sensational!