[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

Sherlock breathed lightly and listened carefully. It was relatively quiet over there, but voices from the square could also be heard.He raised his head and quickly scanned the surrounding buildings, and sure enough, he saw a figure on the roof of a certain building.It was far away, but Sherlock knew clearly that it was Moriarty.

"Thinking about what I'm going to do?" Moriarty held the binoculars in his hand, looked down at the detective from a high place, and grinned sweetly: "Sherlock, I always thought you were very similar to me. Another self in the world, but we have a little difference. You like to hang out with those policemen, put up with their ignorance and rudeness, and pretend that you belong to this society." Speaking of this, Moriarty laughed, The laughter was transmitted to the detective below through the electric current, making him purse his lips tightly.

Moriarty stared at Sherlock through the binoculars, not missing every subtle change in the other's expression: "For the sake of our similarity, I wrote a script for you, free of charge, specially used to realize your Lovely idea to fit into kitsch society. At the end of this script, everyone in the world will love Sherlock Holmes to death - famous detective, heroic vigilante. They will have an annual memorial service for you and shed sincere tears, although Never met you. Isn't it interesting?"

Hearing no answer, Moriarty curled his lips and continued: "I have completed all the previous parts of the script, creating a perfect detective Mr. Sherlock Holmes, a villain cohabitant Watson who is a spy, and a behind-the-scenes boss Morrie." Artie, there are appropriate misunderstandings and gossip... oh! There is also a note investigating the Queen's assassination." He glanced at the time: "You guessed it, the Queen will enter the square at 11 o'clock, in front of the whole The face of the British was assassinated, and the agents who imprisoned John will be ordered to execute the execution directly." Sherlock's expression finally changed significantly, and Moriarty laughed even more happily: "You have the ability to stop these, very soon Simple, just follow my script and die like a hero."

Sherlock raised his head and looked at the figure on the roof against the glare of the sun.He heard excited breathing and nervous laughter from the phone, then the voices fell silent, and after a few seconds Moriarty spoke again with eerie tenderness: "11:10 , I'll be waiting for you at the Queen's podium."

At 10:46, Sherlock stood on the side of the square holding his mobile phone, standing still like a statue, his mind spinning rapidly.

Calm down, he said to himself, must calm down, don't let Moriarty run with the rhythm.

The crowd kept flowing from both sides of him, simply treating him as an inappropriate "performance artist".A six or seven-year-old girl stopped in front of him, raised her head, and looked at him curiously with her big watery eyes.Sherlock lowered his head, and the eyes of the two met suddenly. The little girl smiled sweetly at him, her blue-gray eyes bent into a pair of cute little crescents.

Blue-gray eyes... Something flashed through Sherlock's mind, and he quickly grabbed it and peeled it off bit by bit.

The little girl's father picked her up, glanced at the detective who was inexplicably wearing a sculpture, and walked away.

All the buildings around Trafalgar Square quickly formed a map in Sherlock's mind. He searched quickly, finally locked on three locations, and then narrowed down to one.

With a smile on the corner of the detective's mouth, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Mycroft's number.The other side was quickly connected, it was the secretary's voice, Sherlock raised his eyebrows, and then decided to settle the account later, and said quickly: "Tell Mycroft, let John go quickly, I guarantee that his queen will be here today." Not a single hair will be lost." Before waiting for the other party to respond, he hung up the phone and ran towards the coffee shop.

At 10:53, William ordered a cup of cappuccino that Draco liked, enjoyed the rich milky aroma, rested his chin in one hand, and stared at the Muggles in the square.When there was no one around, his always gentle smiling face became expressionless, and his pale amber eyes were as deep as swirls.

Sherlock sat down on the opposite side, and he glanced sideways. This glance was unrestrained, almost brutally showing the cold face under the disguise, which reminded Sherlock of the deepest part of the Arctic ice, the ice that has not seen the sun for thousands of years.

"Draco must have never seen you like this," Sherlock said.

William smiled gently: "He doesn't need to see it."

Sherlock also said casually that he didn't really care about William and Draco.Time was running out, and he quickly got into the subject: "You are the one who aimed at the queen."

William nodded indifferently.

Sherlock laughed sarcastically: "I traded Moriarty's life with you, which gave him the opportunity to hold your handle and let you be the last pusher in the game. He is telling me that I really He killed himself."

William nodded again, sipping his coffee with his head down.The crowd outside the window, the detective on the opposite side, and the dying queen seemed less attractive than a cappuccino.

Sherlock looked at him with burning eyes: "What does he know more than me? Your identity... No, should I say your race?"

William shook his head, Sherlock thought for a while, and suddenly sneered: "Where did Deni come from? He thought you were a vampire."

William looked at his watch, at 11 o'clock, he looked up at Sherlock: "Your time is running out."

The crowd outside suddenly became commotion, and they both turned their heads at the same time to see that the queen's car seat was slowly entering the arena.Sherlock was not in a hurry, if it wasn't for the lack of financial ability, he would even want to order a cup of coffee here.

"Moriarty shouldn't have chosen you to target. If he knew you well enough, he would know that once you take over a business, the right to stop it is no longer in the hands of the employer. Even if I die, the Queen's assassination plan will not matter." It will stop, you will definitely kill her. The queen is assassinated, and Mycroft will not care about John, so John will die too. His script is impossible to complete, and he lost this round."

William nodded in agreement: "So?"

"So the show you want to watch is over, there is no need to do anything." Sherlock took out his mobile phone and showed William the number on the screen: "If you have to get work done, I just know someone who can let you Had to stop. Alan Schiller, now in charge of the Schiller family. Gotta listen to him, don't you?"

William frowned, and looked out of the window thoughtfully: "You're wrong."

"What?" Sherlock thought he must have misheard.

The Queen has disembarked and is waving to her people.The Royal Cavalry Guards wearing red uniforms lined up on the left and right, standing straight in a row of javelins.The square was seething with excitement, and the Union Jack flags converged into large red, blue and white waves, extending from the square to several surrounding streets.

"Moriarty knows who I am, and he should also know that I will not stop." William whispered, his eyes resting on the queen.

Sherlock froze for a moment, then stood up abruptly: "He didn't intend to win this round at all! Me, John, and the Queen, no one can live! ... But your aiming won't be off, how is he going to let me Died protecting the Queen?"

William raised his eyebrows: "There is no second sniper around here, I promise."

Sherlock stared at the podium, remembering what Moriarty said: Be there at 11:10 and wait...

The wall clock in the coffee shop turned silently.

11 points.

"Do me a favor." He looked at the distance between the Queen and the podium and said quickly: "Use your superpowers, and damn her to stop!"

It was just a little effort, William moved his fingers very helpfully, and the Queen's heel slipped and fell to the ground, who was waving cordially to the people of London.This is a big deal for an old man of her age. The people exploded, and immediately the entourage rushed to help her and check her physical condition.The queen has been saying that she is not injured, but it can't relieve people's tension at all.

Time passed by second by second, Sherlock folded his hands and put his hands on his lips, staring at the podium intently.

11:10:17.

A loud noise shocked the whole of London. The queen was at the position where she fell just now, and watched in a daze that the podium she was supposed to be standing at was blown to pieces on the ground. , The broken limbs and arms that could not be found fell to the ground blackened.Someone sat in the gravel in a daze until someone dragged him away.

The cafe was shaken by the impact, and the bored waiters all ran to the window to look down.Sherlock watched the queen being escorted into the car, sat down exhausted, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"I thought you didn't care about the queen," William said.

The detective reluctantly pulled the corner of his mouth: "But Mycroft and I promise that the queen will not lose a single hair."

William took a last sip of coffee, randomly pulled out a stack of banknotes and put them into the bill folder, stood up and looked at Sherlock: "Going back? I can give you a ride."

The other party breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head: "I'll pick up John."

A loud bang in the square caused a commotion in the city. On William’s way back to No. 220 Baker Street, all the screens along the street were broadcasting real-time news. Live reporting has started.

Police cars and ambulances lined up in a row, and the sirens yelled to give way. William, like the others, drove to the side of the road and stopped, waiting for the sirens to pass by before driving towards Baker Street again.

The phone kept vibrating in his pocket. William put on the earphones and pressed the answer button. Draco's voice came, shouting excitedly: "What's going on? What did you blow up?"

William smiled helplessly: "It's not me."

"Oh—" Draco asked again with a long, disappointed voice, "Then what did Moriarty blow up?"

"Empty podium and innocent poor people." William said lightly.He stopped the car at the intersection, the red light was very long, and the huge curved electronic screen was facing him, showing the tragic situation of the square again.