I woke up to find my Servant appeared in my room

"I...you...we didn't, that's not what we said at the beginning." The man with layers of thick turbans wrapped around his small head was timidly sitting on the armchair, stammering His forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, "You, you said at the beginning... you would help us attract that girl, I did what you said, why! Why did I get into big trouble instead! Now all, all People in London are paying attention to this matter!"

"You didn't say you don't want to attract people's attention." The slightly shorter young man sat across from him, and he said casually with his mouth curled up and his legs crossed. , I will help you achieve your goal. I am not your subordinate, so be more respectful when speaking."

The burly man behind him pulled the trigger with a 'click' and stared at the man wearing the turban with piercing eyes.

"You, what do you know!" The stuttering man shrank his shoulders reflexively, and then put on a condescending expression of disdain, and stood up with his hands outstretched, "We can't let that girl be vigilant. You asking for trouble."

"Oh? I don't think there is any small problem that I can't handle." The young man with short black hair shrugged his shoulders, "You only share a little information, and you are trying to make my people do their best to help you do things." , who do you think you are? Prime Minister of the United Kingdom?"

"Prime Minister, what are you?" The other party muttered nonchalantly, and stood there for a while.

A few seconds later, he suddenly shivered, and his body stretched out due to the intense emotion shrank back into a ball, which made his already thin and pale cheeks even more pitiful.His hands also began to tremble, and it took him a while to reach into the tattered cloak he was wearing to grab something.

Moriarty narrowed his eyes, and stretched out his hand to stop the bodyguard who noticed the abnormal movement and was vigilant about making a move.

"I will, I will tell you more about Sherlock Holmes." The man named Quilinus Quirrell said slowly, "Don't you just want to know about...his news? I can tell you. As long as you, you bring that girl over, I can let you see that man."

"Are they together?" Moriarty immediately leaned forward and asked, "Fujimaru Tatsuka, are you with that detective named Sherlock Holmes?"

Quirrell stared nervously at his face without answering.

"Okay," said the only consulting prisoner in London, "I hope everything you say is the truth, and you'd better pray so yourself. Otherwise," he suddenly grinned, showing a small canine tooth, " I want you to look good~"

Quirrell's cheeks twitched, and he said in a hoarse voice: "You also have to be prepared to bear the price of failure."

Li Xiang stood on the balcony of the temporarily rented apartment and looked out the window.

Moriarty, the 50-year-old representative of Heroic Spirit who is obsessed with acting every day, asks: "What are you watching?"

"Don't be noisy." Lixiang watched the cars coming and going on the crowded streets below intently, "I'm observing whether the activity of brain cells in this city where Holmes is present is different from other places."

Moriarty: "...you are now in the same room as Sherlock Holmes' greatest enemy. Do you feel that the air has become wiser?"

"No." Li Xiang said, "I only feel a strong smell of stupid dick."

"..."

"Morning newspaper." The hostess' voice came from the TV in the room, "Yesterday, between 100 and [-] p.m., a newsstand employee was found dead in an alley [-] meters away from his workplace. Preliminary forensic examination and surveillance video results showed that the cause of death was suicide. However, the employee of the newsstand did not hesitate to mutilate his own body and wrote the name 'Sherlock Holmes' on the wall before his death. The police have intelligence that the name belongs to a Excellent…”

Lixiang glanced at the TV screen, and the director happened to show a mosaic photo of a death scene, she walked back to the dining table to have breakfast and said by the way: "Is that why Emiya went out this morning?"

"Probably." The old man showed indifference to another four-star colleague of his, "Maybe he found another opportunity for justice, so he couldn't wait to save the world from fire and water?" He glanced at the dining table, "Unexpectedly There is still time to prepare such a sumptuous breakfast, so it should not be urgent."

"Then you should wait for me to get up?" Li Xiang scooped up a spoonful of egg custard and put it into his mouth, and said vaguely, "We can go together. This death seems to be aimed at your long-lost netizen." Human? Did they share any inside information with you?"

"I sent a text message to Watson." Yingling said, "but I haven't received an answer yet."

"That's probably still at the scene of the incident."

Sherlock Holmes and Watson did come again to the alley where the body was found.

The police have surrounded the area with a yellow line, but they still can't stop the people who pass by and come here curiously looking inside with their heads out of curiosity.The consulting detective impatiently wandered around twice in the damp and cold London morning fog, and knocked on a policeman who was busy recording: "Can we take a closer look?"

"Please wait a moment." The other party lowered his head and wrote with a brush, his knuckles were red with cold, "We will immediately notify the officer to let you in."

"What the hell." Sherlock complained to his companions, "Why does this seemingly innocent case drag on for so long? Is Scotland Yard's efficiency so poor that it can't accurately determine how a person died? "

"He committed suicide!" The police officer walked over with strides, breathing a little white mist from the tip of his nose, and said angrily, "Of course he committed suicide, that's the problem! You can't think about whether there is a time to talk about it." Did you offend any newsstand?"

"I haven't seen him."

"But he obviously knows you, otherwise he wouldn't have written your name with such force and committed suicide! Please, Sherlock, be serious. We have searched all the files, surveillance videos, and information about neighbors. No one found anything abnormal, it was as if this person had a whim and planned to hate you one day, and then found a wall and set a curse. This is not scientific at all!"

"What went wrong." Sherlock thought thoughtfully, "Are you sure there were no mistakes during the investigation?"

"If you can confirm your memory, then I can confirm ours."

"Then there is only one possibility. He was ordered. No matter what method the person behind him used, in short, the deceased has no power to resist after being controlled, and he did not break free until death."

"..." Lestrade said dryly, "I think we should all know that it is almost impossible for a person to strangle himself to death. What kind of strength is needed to make this adult male with normal mental, mental and physical states, Unable to resist until you kill yourself? I think you are telling me a supernatural story."

The two sides looked at each other for a while and returned without success. When Watson turned around with Holmes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the conspicuous white hair in the crowd of onlookers.He stopped and said subconsciously, "Is that James' Japanese friend?"

"Where is it?" Sherlock quickly glanced around, just in time to see the young man in the red cloak turning around to leave, "I saw it! Let's go and stop him!" The detective who is proficient in fighting quickly climbed over the railing and put on his leather shoes forcibly After chasing for a few steps, fortunately the other party did not intend to escape, and even slowed down and stopped when they found that they were catching up.

"Emiya Shiro?" He recalled the Japanese name precisely.

Heroic Spirit nodded Gonzaku with a blank expression in greeting.

"Is there something wrong? I'm on my way." He said coldly.

"What are you doing here?" Sherlock asked, taking a breath and looking around.

"As you can see, it's just passing by." Archer lifted the two plastic bags with the supermarket's logo in his hand, "Why, can't foreigners buy things in supermarkets in London?"

"Of course not, but you are in charge of shopping?" Watson was a little surprised. "I thought girls or old people were better at this kind of thing." Not often."

"Lixiang still has to go to school." Emiya simply explained, "As for the other old man..." He snorted and stopped talking, and changed the subject, "I saw the news about this incident on TV this morning .”

"It's not a big trouble, probably." Watson didn't feel bad for this handsome young man who cared about his family, and he didn't agree with his roommate's evaluation, so he said very kindly, "You can tell James not to worry, Sherlock will take care of that soon."

"I will convey it." Emiya nodded, hesitated before leaving, and suddenly turned around and asked, "Do you know a man named Moriarty?"

"...!" Sherlock stepped forward and raised his vigilance secretly, "Who is that? Does it have anything to do with us?"

Heroic Spirit looked at him inquisitively: "No, I've just heard of this name, and I'm a little curious. Since you don't have any impression, forget it."

He finally said goodbye, and without looking back, he carried two bags of daily necessities and walked towards the apartment without nostalgia.

It was a long time before Watson said with a complicated heart: "...he actually knew Moriarty. I thought we were the only ones who had heard of this name except criminals."

"No, judging from his expression and the tone of his question, they don't know each other. But if he wasn't part of that criminal empire, how did he know Moriarty's name?"

"It seems that it is necessary for us to visit your new friends."

The author has something to say:

I don’t plan to play with the plot of Shenxia, ​​so this is probably the time point between the first and second seasons_(:з」∠)_

In order to allow the doctor in this article to come back to life correctly and reasonably, the author really broke his heart.

Thank you Nuomi Duanzi, Chao Muyan, little angel Luxian for one mine and little angel Qu Qianlin for two mines!

Thank you Buguang, grass and trees have a heart, why is there a beauty, Sanre's reverie, Cu Chulainn lily come in a bowl~☆, Qu Qianlin, Ono Hikomachi, Huang Yue, Fujimaru Yoshito, who captured Alice , Geshu sauce, Luxian, "", the nutrient solution of little angel Baichuan!