[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

The timing of William's appearance on Baker Street happens to be right after Sherlock has finished his suicide case. Sherlock is bored, and researching the neighbors has become a new game to pass the time.Watson has always been worried that the "tolerant and polite" neighbors will eventually be annoyed by Sherlock, so he takes care of William even more. On the contrary, William himself doesn't care about Sherlock's exploration.He never turned the detective away, and sometimes took him to dinner, but no further information was revealed.He likes the combination of detective and doctor, but he will never reveal himself until he is sure that these two people can be trusted.

Especially another identity other than the Norwegian nobility.

"You want to go out?" At the door of 221b, Watson was carrying a shopping bag, looking at his neighbor in a suit in surprise.The image of William as reclusive was so strong that it didn't seem normal for him to go outside, especially since it would be dark in half an hour.

"Yes, I'm going to meet a friend." William smiled politely at the doctor, walked to the side of a Bentley, opened the door, and put a small handbag on the passenger seat.His strides were long, completely different from his usual sloppy look, and it could be seen that he didn't have extra time to stop and talk.

"What are you doing standing here?" Sherlock's voice appeared behind him, interrupting Watson's staring at the rear of the car in a daze.When he turned around, he saw the detective in pajamas standing at the door with disheveled hair, without even a pair of slippers on his feet.

"Uh..." Watson pointed to the 220 next to him, wanting to say something, but felt that there was nothing to say.For a long time, all kinds of speculation about William were just his own baseless imagination. Now that William will not only stay at home, but also put on a suit and go out to socialize, what is so surprising.

But Watson didn't speak, and Sherlock continued to stare at him until he was defeated and had to explain: "I mean, I thought he was going to stay in 220 until the end of the world. Haha! Well this is kind of ridiculous , I am not staring at him all day and night, how do I know if he has been out of the house?"

"Indeed, he went to the supermarket yesterday." Sherlock said dryly.

Watson touched his nose in embarrassment: "I just said... wait, how do you know?"

Sherlock raised his chin and said confidently, "I'm staring at him."

On the other side of the city, William had already arrived at the door of an auction.When he got out of the car, a rococo-style mask with red stripes on a white background appeared on his face, and he quickly blended into the other rich and powerful with masks covering their faces.

This is the most famous paradise in London's underground world, but also the most desperate hell, it all depends on whether you are a guest or a commodity.The identities of the people who come here are not ordinary, and no one wants their private appearance to be exposed to the public, so masks have become a very necessary little means.

The auction was held on the second basement floor. After William entered the venue, he quickly and quietly separated from the others. With the invitation card with a special pattern, he directly borrowed the staff passage and went down to the third basement floor, which belonged to the owner of the auction house's private site.

"Sir, please come with me."

A hot beauty at the bottom of the stairs has been waiting for a long time. After seeing William's gracefully proportioned body, she purposely puffed out her plump breasts and winked at him.It's a pity that this kind of temptation has no effect on William. He has a cleanliness habit, loves men, and is here for work today.

The two of them arrived at the box at the end of the corridor in such a silent and boring manner. Antonio Clark, the owner of the auction house, was sitting lazily in an ambiguous and dim light, holding two A woman with her shirt unbuttoned, lipstick marks all over her chest, and her hair a little messy.

"Please sit down." While teasing the woman beside him, he waved to William, but William just looked at him silently, without any intention of taking a step forward.

Clark quickly retreated under the cold eyes, and could only shrug his shoulders helplessly, and suddenly became rude to the two women, "Get out! Get out!" He picked up the belt next to him, like driving a horse Blast them out as well.

William waited quietly until the box was completely quiet before sitting down opposite Clark.

A file folder was placed on the coffee table, and William picked it up and flipped through it quickly.Clark slowly buttoned up his shirt, leaned on the sofa and stared at him with some interest.

"Just like what Matthew said, you don't know how to enjoy yourself at all. Well, isn't that the case for everyone in your profession?"

William looked through the information carefully, but didn't intend to respond.Clark smiled when he found that he was not affected at all, and continued: "Your asking price is not cheap. You have made a lot of money in the past few years. What are you doing with it? One of your colleagues answered me two years ago, and he said Gonna buy a farm and retire. Haha! Too bad he's dead..."

Clark casually thought of that innocent scavenger, and suddenly felt a little sad.To be honest, he still liked that young man a little bit.

There was only the rustling sound of flipping paper in the room, which amplified the silence and the sudden sadness.Clark scratched his hair irritably, turned on the screen casually, and let the sin and evil at the auction site on the second floor heal him.

A bidding was happening on the screen. Clark looked at the girl on the stage and sat up slightly.

"I bought this girl for a lot of money, an absolute stunner... don't know who's going to get her... God! Old Hawk! The bastard! I can recognize him even with a mask on, no one can be fat He does!"

"Who's next? Oh! A pair of twins! I love them, especially in the bedroom... who is this? Mr. Congressman? That's right, it's him! Just married my fifth wife last month and it's due this month I'm here!"

"...The one behind is an antique, priceless. I remember that there have been too many bloody battles in history to fight for it. The last one was just two months ago. Look, it's it, a mask, and this one you're wearing It's kind of like that." An antique obviously couldn't keep Clark in high spirits, he nestled back on the sofa again, and his eyes drifted to William: "Speaking of it, why do you want to meet the employer in person? As far as I know, your business Most people are more accustomed to finding a fixed intermediary, lest too many people know their identity."

As he spoke, he picked up his phone and quickly sent a text message.Neither of the two spoke again, and the box suddenly fell silent.

Two minutes later, the sound of the phone broke the stalemate. Clark pressed the answer button expectantly, but within a few seconds he dropped the phone again, again in that indifferent manner.

"Are you so disappointed that you didn't see my face?"

oh!He's talking to me!

Clark raised his head, and saw the legendary guy who was not interested in anything, staring intently at the big screen as if attracted by something.This is really incredible!Clark followed the other's line of sight.It was a surveillance video of a small room, in which a boy with short platinum blonde hair was locked up, and it was one of today's auction items.

"Give him to me, and I won't charge you for this transaction."

Clark raised his eyebrows: "Do you know how much that kid is? It's less than a third of your salary. And this kid is a bit weird, like a psychopath, always saying things that people can't understand. If you like men , There are indeed two good ones today, about the same age as him, and better in shape than him, I can let you choose first."

William shook his head, rarely looking at Clark seriously: "Give him to me."

Clark spread his hands and suddenly laughed: "Okay, if you insist, then answer me a question and we'll make a deal."

"can."

Clark looked at the mask inquiringly, as if imagining what kind of face was behind it: "Why do you insist on meeting the employer in person? Only your rules are so different."

William answered him: "A man has the right to know who wants his life before he dies."

"So you will tell him before killing someone? But how can you be sure that the person you saw is the employer himself?"

"This is the second question." William said coldly.

Clark curled his lips, and confidently called his subordinates, asking them to bring the "weird boy with abnormal brain" in Room 37.

The boss personally called for someone, and after a while, a big bodyguard brought the selected boy over.Clark just glanced uninterestedly, then pointed to William, signaling to give him the man.The big man realized that the boy was not the boss's new love, so he immediately stopped handling him carefully and was about to throw him down.As soon as he let go of his hand, William got up quickly, and took the boy into his arms in a blink of an eye.

Clarke laughed out loud at William's flashy quickness, and he walked over to touch the boy's LSD-struck face, but William stopped him halfway up his hand.He didn't insist, and his smile was even more exaggerated: "It's really time for them to see that you also wrestle. Don't let your feelings control your heart, my friend, it will be easy to die. If you die, where are we going?" Find a better knife!"

William ignored him, and Clark didn't need to answer. He took out a small box from the cabinet and handed it to William.

"See the leather ring around his neck? It's a collar, of course, with a bit of art added to the look. It can sense the pet's temperature, heartbeat, and satellite status. The watch in the box is the controller, and it's also the collar. the key." Clark smiled ambiguously, his eyes sharp: "My friend, I have to remind you, be careful of the people around you." He looked at William, stepped back step by step, until he nestled himself on the sofa again: "Originally he was worthless With these high-end goods, but because you want him, I will make an exception for him. Thanatos, I am not bad for you."