[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

When Watson rushed back to Baker Street, he saw the sudden and tragic scene of No. 220 at a glance.The outer wall of the house was completely blackened, and the door was hanging crookedly. Two firefighters were taking it down to prevent people from being injured.

"What's going on here?" He stopped a neighbor and asked.

"Natural gas leak." The man replied, pointing to the 220 and 221b that were the most severely bombed, and vividly described what he saw.As Watson listened, he felt a buzzing sound in his head. He pushed through the crowd, but was stopped by the police when he wanted to enter the house.

"My roommate is inside!" he yelled.

The policeman pointed to the place where the vehicles of various departments were crowded together: "There is no one in there, let's go over there and look for it."

However, Watson went back and forth between fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars several times, but he couldn't find the roommate living together.Men in assorted uniforms scurry past with walkie-talkies and bump him into the corner.A few dusty people were sitting behind the ambulance under blankets, but as they got closer, Sherlock was not among them.

"Hi, doctor." A policeman passed by and greeted him.

Watson didn't know who this was at all, but because he was anxious, he grabbed him and quickly asked, "Did you see Sherlock? William? Draco?"

The policeman was stunned for a moment, and replied reflexively: "I left early, go to the Four Seasons Hotel to look for it."

"Thank you. I'm sorry." He let go, rushed to the side of the road to stop a taxi, and urged the driver all the way to the entrance of the Four Seasons Hotel, ran in a few steps, and stopped suddenly at the front desk.

The lobby manager in an expensive uniform was standing next to him, smiling and talking to a white-robed guest in fluent Arabic. This scene calmed down Watson's feverish brain, and he suddenly realized that he was in a hurry. When the hotel was looking for someone, it didn't know the specific room number at all, and this was not a motel where you could get guest information for just a little money.

"Sir, can I help you?" A beautiful woman at the front desk with exquisite makeup asked with a smile, her eyes quickly glanced at Watson's cheap jacket and the wrinkled shirt inside.

"..." Watson was thinking about what Sherlock would do at this time, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and said, "I'm looking for one of my colleagues, Sherlock Holmes, from Scotland Yard."

The front desk glanced at the visitor record: "Are you John Watson?"

"Yes." Watson said with a sigh of relief and a smile.At least Sherlock hadn't forgotten him this time.

"He's in Mr. Schiller's room, and Jack will take you up there." The front desk called a waiter over and explained a few words.

"Are you a policeman?" The young man spoke while leading the way.

Watson's confidence in lying had been used up at one time just now, and now facing the young man's inquiry, he could only bite the bullet and give a vague hum.

The young man didn't pay much attention, and led him into the elevator, lowered his voice and asked curiously, "Is Mr. Schiller involved in any trouble?"

"No, no!" Watson quickly denied. Seeing that he was determined to get an answer, he could only make up an explanation: "There was an explosion in the place where he lived. We just asked him to understand the situation. That's it."

"Oh—" Jack curled his lips in boredom, and stopped talking.

The two reached the floor where William lived in silence, stopped at the door of the room, Jack rang the bell, and Draco opened the door after a while.

"John?" The boy raised an eyebrow, let him in sideways, and tossed a gold Galleon to Jack as a tip.

"Thank you." The young waiter thought it was just an ordinary gold coin, and put it in his pocket happily.

Sherlock and William were sitting in the living room at this moment, drinking afternoon tea facing each other.The atmosphere was a bit strange, as if his arrival had interrupted their conversation.

Watson turned his head to look at Draco, only to find that the boy had already learned six or seven points of William's quiet skills during this period of time. His young face still had the arrogance that seemed inherent in him, and his chin was slightly Gao Gao, just like when he appeared on Baker Street on the first day, but it was already difficult to see any useful information from his face.

These three seem much calmer than me, Watson thought a little angrily, as if the explosion was just a figment of his imagination and never happened.

"What are you talking about?" He sat down in the empty chair beside Sherlock, poured himself a cup of black tea, and relieved his dry throat due to anxiety along the way.

Sherlock glanced at William and replied, "New Orleans."

William smiled, and picked up what Watson was saying before he came in: "I lived there for a while seven years ago."

Sherlock continued, "You went to Baton Rouge during that time."

"I've traveled all over Louisiana, including Baton Rouge."

"The next year you left America and went to Barcelona."

William smiled gently: "I have been to countries along the Mediterranean Sea, including North Africa. After that, I was in Syria for two years and joined the local non-government army."

Sherlock raised his hands and quickly drew a map in his mind: "From Syria, you can go east by land, and you can enter China from Alashan Pass and reach Shanghai."

William nodded: "I stayed there for three days, then flew to Tokyo, and lived there for half a year."

"Duke Schiller was seriously ill last year, and you were called home. You didn't leave until Alan Schiller officially inherited the family and came to England." Sherlock sat up straight and stared at William: "After you came here, you met Draco Malfoy, in just a few days, what made him gain your trust so easily?"

"No comment."

"What's on that blank sheet of paper?"

William smiled, and repeated gently and patiently: "No comment."

"Wait!" Watson stood up abruptly: "I didn't get it wrong, did I! William?"

No one answered him.On the other side of the living room, Draco, who was holding a tome and pretending to be focused, raised his lips silently, not worried at all about William being revealed.

After all... William spread his hands: "Okay, the speculation is over, where is your evidence?"

Sherlock shut his mouth, leaned back in his chair, and stared at William without saying a word.

"You should be more patient." William said regretfully.

"Actually, I want to make a deal." Sherlock said, "Exchange your life with those just now."

William raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. At present, there is only one person on his death list - the "college student" that Draco met.He didn't know whose it was, and didn't intend to find out.Since the opponent used Draco to deal with him, he had to be prepared to pay the price.But now, Sherlock had to make a deal.

He thought for a while, then raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "The person who wants to kill me is Moriarty?"

Sherlock didn't speak, it was a tacit consent.There is no need to explain the reason, and William can more or less guess.

Although stepping into Moriarty's game was unintentional, he was the one who provoked him first.William put his hand on his forehead and smiled helplessly: "Okay, I agree."

The goal was achieved, and the detective and the doctor hurriedly left.Draco waited for them to go out before dropping the book, walked over and sat down where Sherlock had just been.

"What are you going to do, Moriarty?"

William raised his eyebrows: "You want me to kill him?"

Slytherin is rich in vengeful villains, who were almost killed by someone blowing up, shouldn't they return the favor?Draco nodded of course.

William smiled and rubbed his platinum-blonde soft fur, stood up: "I have already promised Sherlock, you must be trustworthy in life."

Draco sighed regretfully. Seeing William put on his coat and looking ready to go out, he asked again, "Where are you going?"

"Solve the trouble." William also sighed: "I regret agreeing to Sherlock now."

night.

On the office building opposite the Four Seasons Hotel, the sniper in black lay motionless on his stomach, watching the hotel room through the scope.Draco didn't draw the curtains, and he could clearly see that he was lying on the bed at this time, with a book under his stomach, and he was fast asleep.The infrared aiming point swept across every corner of the suite, over Draco's body, and he was still lying on the bed with a relaxed face, not knowing who he was.

It was so unaware, William shook his head and laughed as he watched this scene.He came one step earlier than the sniper, and waited here, watching the sniper come under the cover of night, set up his gun, and waited for the target to appear, completely unaware that there was another person behind him, and this person was him A long-awaited goal.

In the afternoon, William had checked several taller buildings nearby. At this time, he simply scanned a few fixed positions. After confirming that there was no second sniper, he raised his gun, aimed at the person in front of him, and pressed the trigger.

The sniper fell in response, and William took a second shot before walking over to feel the opponent's pulse.Already dead.

He stood up, turned and left, turned back before taking two steps, knelt down and took out a vibrating mobile phone from the sniper's trouser pocket.

He took off his gloves, pressed the answer button, and a brisk male voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello!"

"Jim Moriarty." William said affirmatively.

"Yes, it's me." The other party sounded happy to be recognized: "I know you are not dead, so I was wondering what the hell you are." Across the phone, William could only judge from the tone of voice. I was so excited that my breathing was short of breath. "I know best about the toys I made. You shouldn't be alive. You and your little boyfriend should both die in the explosion!"

The last sentence was yelled out by the other party, as if he had suddenly fallen into madness.The cool night breeze blew, and the air brushed William's ears, bringing a slight sound of loading.He quickly staggered a step, and the bullet hit the ground against the hem of his windbreaker, emitting a thin wisp of blue smoke.

With a gun in one hand, Moriarty walked out of the stairwell with a smile on his face: "Not bad, I'm starting to like you a little bit."

"Thank you." Seeing that it was himself who appeared, William put his hands into the pockets of his coat instead, not intending to do anything.This action made Moriarty's face instantly cold, and his tone was no longer friendly: "Aren't you going to kill me?"

"No." William replied simply.

Moriarty had a gloomy face, tilted his head thinking about something, and suddenly laughed again. The gun in his hand suddenly pointed at the Four Seasons Hotel, and shot three times at Draco who was sleeping soundly.