[Comprehensive] Baker Street Survival Guide

A rest room was opened in the basement. The room was closed and narrow, where injured players received crude medical treatment or injected some drugs.

After Sherlock came out of the fence, he disappeared into the crowd.Joanna wasn't worried about not being able to find Sherlock, she was very familiar with this place, and she took Harry to the door of the room without even looking at the faded fluorescent paint sprayed on the wall.

Pushing open the door, Sherlock was wiping his body. There was a large bruise on his ribs. It was unknown which of his opponents had written it, but this bruise looked a bit like a map of France.Joanna barely suppressed a smile.

Joanna didn't speak, she just stared at Sherlock without saying a word, not reacting to Sherlock's actions.As for Sherlock?He started changing, right in front of Joanna and Harry.

Harry secretly looked at the cramped place.Even if he knew that this place would not continue to open after they arrived, he was very surprised that there was such a large-scale illegal place in London's underground.

Harry's Oxford leather shoes stepped on a piece of glass shards. He looked down and could vaguely see the outline of the syringe.

As for the arm of the great detective Mr. Holmes, the corresponding pinhole can also be vaguely seen.

Harry didn't speak hastily, because Joanna showed a well-thought-out plan, and she should have a lot of experience on how to deal with Sherlock.

"Let's go, I'm going out!" Sherlock didn't tangle with Joanna.If Mycroft came here, it would be nothing more than doing what Joanna was doing now.

But that doesn't mean he has to be obedient.Sherlock's hand was on the doorknob, and the thought of Mycroft's name stirred a little extra emotion in his brain, but it didn't change the outcome.

"I hope you're not completely out of touch with reality, Sherlock."

Joanna took out a newspaper from somewhere.She must have slipped out of the crowd. Harry didn't notice if anyone in the crowded crowd had handed Joanna something, and that was Joanna's danger.

"I have a cell phone - who's reading a newspaper here!" Sherlock stopped, but he didn't look back.

— racerbacks are terribly unsuitable for Sherlock, but nobody seems to tell him.Joanna doesn't stay on the same plane as Sherlock's sarcasm at all.

"I want to catch the murderer, do you want to consider joining?" Joanna didn't say 'I need you' nonsense.There are already many people who have spoken to Sherlock like this, and she is so angry now that she has no intention of saying such soft words.

"You're asking me for help?" Sherlock turned around, and even Harry could see his smug expression.But Joanna didn't respond at all, she rummaged through the only table in the room, various soda cans of carbonated drinks, unknown white liquid...

This place is a paradise for some gamblers. Joanna had been exposed to this kind of thing for a while before, but she stopped doing it one after another.She doesn't like the atmosphere here, and the style that pulls people into the abyss.

Searching with a certain purpose, Joanna quickly found what she was looking for.

a list.The writer's notes were scribbled, filled with the chemical formulas of various medicines, followed by a series of numbers, which were the corresponding doses of the medicines.

"You know Mycroft won't come, but you still wrote something like this... Who are you going to show it to?" Joanna spoke to Sherlock, calculating the dose he had taken.It's a world where anything is possible, but it's not uncommon for geniuses to end up in drugs and disappear.

"You really look more and more like him. I won't go to your wedding." Sherlock said so, and walked back. "Your father is in danger, so you are nervous to send rescuers everywhere? This is not the style of the mourning bird."

Harry listened to the conversation between these two people, and wanted to laugh.He felt that Mr. Mycroft had such a brother... God was very fair.As for Joanna...she accepted Sherlock's ridicule very generously, but based on what Harry knew about her, who should blame for this.

Didn't you say...brother pays debts...

"The vicious incident in Kensington is being reported in newspapers across the country. My surname and what happened yesterday have been fired to the extreme." Joanna put Sherlock's list in her pocket, and she was going to take Sherlock and Harry. Rui left the underground arena directly.

But as soon as they went out, they were stopped by someone.The bodyguards in black uniforms were burly, but they had not undergone special training. If Joanna's original information was not outdated, there were only five retired mercenaries here.In other words...Harry should be able to deal with them.

"I thought this was your territory." They were stopped in this small room.Sherlock said mockingly.

Joanna gritted her teeth, because of Sherlock, she was forced to recall some things she didn't want to remember.

"Thanks to your brother, otherwise we wouldn't be stopped here." Joanna turned her head and looked at Harry expectantly: "I think you can handle these people alone... "

This is really a beautiful entrustment.

Harry realized that he was completely being used by Joanna as a thug this time, and he deliberately refused, but the situation could no longer be discussed in detail.

Harry smiled wryly, he remembered the statement that was annotated by the previous Arthur on the document. – Joanna Heard is an atypical sociopath.You never know when she might arrange something tricky for you.

Because of this comment, Joanna's level has risen by a whole notch.Now when Harry uttered these words again, he had to admire the old-fashioned vision of his predecessor Arthur.

He saw Joanna take a step back, and now Sherlock was alone beside him.

From the first punch, Joanna put herself in a place of absolute safety.She gave reminders from time to time, "There are a total of five professionals here, and the rest of the bodyguards are about 3. After [-] minutes, you should pay attention to the other party carrying lethal weapons. Or we can ask for help at this time!"

The two men were a little annoyed by Joanna's reminder.Their purpose is to get out of here, not to defeat all opponents.

The tacit understanding between Harry and Sherlock was temporarily reached after several attacks.

"At this time, if you have any offensive weapons, you can use them directly. The basement is rebuilt from an air-raid shelter, and low-power explosives will not cause any serious consequences..." Before Joanna could finish speaking, she was called Harry pulled into the elevator.

After running out of the bar, the sky outside was still azure blue, but in just half an hour, it gave people the illusion of staying in the night for more than half a year.

Harry let Joanna and Sherlock sit in the back row, slammed on the gas pedal, and threw the chasing people out of the rearview mirror.

Sherlock didn't speak for a while, until he saw the number plate of 221b Baker Street, Joanna asked Harry to put him down.

Sherlock and Watson can adjust the follow-up matters by themselves.

Joanna was in a good mood, her first step plan had been completed, and Harry sent Joanna back to the safe house without her reminding her.

"You said half of what you said to Sherlock when you were below the bar... you need his help, the first thing is to... divert the attention of the media?"

Harry asked the question before Joanna got out of the car.

Joanna's hand that reached the car door paused, she tilted her head, and seemed to wonder why Harry would ask such a question: "Our opponent is a guy who likes to watch the show, but my least favorite It’s just that others are watching my excitement.” She opened the car door, stepped out with half a foot, turned her head and urged Harry: “It’s only been less than an hour since we left, maybe we still have time to catch up before father gets up.”

She didn't know how her words sounded like a little girl who sneaked back home with her boyfriend.Harry didn't know that this was his first helplessness.But for Joanna, it seems that they can't be classified according to common sense. Harry doesn't know whether she should be grateful for the trust from Joanna.

He watched helplessly as Joanna happily walked towards the door of the safe house.The morning walk really did have a positive effect on her mood.

Harry was also about to get out of the car, and when the remote control car returned to the garage, the accident happened again.

In the dilapidated unit opposite the safe house, no one noticed the hidden camera behind the window glass on the third floor. A pair of eyes has been observing what happened to Joanna here.After Joanna returned, an order was sent to the sniper's phone.

The ruthless dormant quietly set up a full set of equipment.What this killer, who is not inferior to Moran in the international ranking, has been lacking for a long time is a collaborator and planner similar to Moriarty.Therefore, although he is famous, he is always a bit behind Moran.

Until three days ago, the man found him.

Moriarty is dead.

Now is the time for a new legend to be created!

The crosshairs aimed precisely at Joanna who was walking to the door.With such a close distance, there is almost no need to worry about the wind speed. As for the issue of retreat, the intricate intersections and pre-planned routes of the old apartment make the killer have no worries.

Although I don't know why that man is so obsessed with a little girl, but if this is a testimonial, there will be no problem.

Joanna, who walked to the door, glanced at the opposite window if she felt it.But she didn't find anything wrong, so she turned her head away again.

A gust of wind blew by, hardly affecting the aiming head, so Mu Cang's voice came to mind.Harry was still three meters away from Joanna, and the nearest bodyguard was also two meters away from Joanna.

Joanna's eyes widened in astonishment, and a gray object blocked her vision. Such a coincidence happened to Joanna, and once again saved her from a bloody disaster.

Harry reacted in time, and he and several security guards near the door rushed to Joanna's position, protecting Joanna in all directions.

After 1 minute, Joanna's faint voice sounded from the ground: "I said, since the murderer is gone, can you press me indecently? I think my bones are about to break..."

Harry looked at Joanna's state after being layered by bodyguards. The muffled voice came from the ground. Joanna's figure was not tall compared to the security guards, and she was completely hidden behind the human wall.

And, Mr. Hilde today woke up to the sound of wooden warehouses.