Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock has an observation ability beyond ordinary people. He can tell with just one glance that those two people are not here to drink.

Peanut's observation ability may not be as good as Sherlock's, but he has a keen sense of danger, and naturally he cannot let the two disguised drunkards hide it from his eyes.

In fact, this situation is conceivable. It would be strange if the two people who disrupted the emperor's plan could drink freely under the London night without being discovered.

Fortunately, those two people seemed to be just monitoring for the time being. Presumably they were wary of the forces behind Sherlock. After all, when Watson entered the Academy of Sciences, he drove an exclusive car for the Holy See, so in order to prevent the Holy See from blatantly carrying out revenge. Reason, they couldn't just pull out their guns and kill Sherlock and Watson in front of everyone.

But Sherlock couldn't let the two men with guns follow him like followers, so he put down the wine glass in his hand and was about to get up.

"Is there any cigarette?" Watson asked suddenly.

"Of course." Sherlock took out a cigarette and handed it over.

Watson took it and stood up immediately:

"Then I'll smoke one."

After that, he walked towards the corner of the bar.

The brighter the light, the darker the shadows. Under the chaotic and complicated gas lights, there are many places around the bar that the light cannot reach. Some people were drunk and were thrown here, and some were holding low-quality hallucinogenic drugs. Drug, leaning against the wall and trembling slightly, more often than not, some young people were hugging, kissing, or simply lying on the ground due to drunkenness, omitting all the previous steps and going straight to the topic.

In short, this is how London's lower city is. The harder the life during the day, the more unbridled the indulgence at night. There is only a beam of light between the noise of music and the madness and chaos. In this environment, Watson wants to Smoking, he even took the initiative to come to the corner. Even if he is an extremely elegant person, he doesn't seem to be able to do it to this extent.

So, he must not be here just to smoke

Sure enough, a drunken drinker soon followed him to the corner. He was leaning against the wall. He seemed to be so drunk that he couldn't stand still. His eyes were slightly drooped, and he suddenly leaned over and wanted to vomit. , but after retching several times, he only spit out a lot of saliva.

Watson walked over with the cigarette in his hand, and took advantage of the other person's breathing time against the wall to ask softly: "Excuse me, is there a fire?"

The man glanced at Watson, then weakly took out a lighter from his pocket and handed it over. In a place like this, it was normal to have a lighter.

The slight collision of flints was covered by the complicated music, and the weak flames were also obscured by the confusing lights around. No one would notice such a normal scene.

"I see you only drank less than half a glass of wine just now, why are you suddenly so drunk?" Watson smiled, narrowed his eyes, blew out a puff of smoke, and asked.

The man seemed to be startled suddenly. Fortunately, he couldn't see the strangeness of this moment clearly in the darkness: "I just drank in another bar. This is my second meal."

A very good answer. I have to say that these people in the Imperial Investigation Team are quite adaptable.

But suddenly, he saw the beautiful man in front of him holding a gun and playing with it.

In an instant, his pupils narrowed and he subconsciously put his hands on his lower back. The pistol covered under his clothes had long since disappeared!

The investigator's breath was stagnant, and the pretended drunkenness in his eyes dissipated instantly. He didn't know when his gun was taken away by the other party. Was it when he was pretending to vomit, or when he was passing the lighter?

It didn't matter, anyway, the seemingly harmless man in front of me gave him a suffocating feeling in an instant, but it was silent, as quiet as a sharp knife that cut his throat! He was a little flustered and did not dare to hesitate. He clenched his huge fists with both hands, rushed forward, and smashed the opponent's Tianling Cap directly.

However, Watson didn't even look at the ferocious look of the opponent rushing towards him. He just lightly pushed the toe of his shoe out, just in front of the opponent's forceful step. The moment of imbalance caused the situation in front of him. The man fell down following the momentum. Watson turned sideways and wiped the man's carotid artery with his slender hand without making any sound.

But the other party suddenly fell to the ground with his face down.

Watson held the cigarette in his hand, and the lights on the high platform not far away turned on a little brighter. Suddenly, a burst of deafening music came to mind, accompanied by the random cheers of some drunk people in the audience.

In the darkness, he calmly pushed the scalpel in his palm back into his cuff, stepped over the other person's body, and ignored the sound of blood spraying under his feet.

He lowered his head slightly and walked towards the light, with a calm expression on his face.

Sherlock saw Watson coming back, and noticed that the guy from the Imperial Bureau of Investigation who had gone with him just now didn't come back. It didn't require much reasoning to know what happened, so he poured it for Watson with a smile. Glass of wine.

At the same time, I am also sincerely happy for the brother lying in the shadow.

You know, it is a very fortunate thing to die so happily in the hands of Watson. A certain Pope a few months ago did not receive such treatment.

And when he thought that Watson had just mentioned the identity of his parents, he couldn't help but sigh. It seems that talent is also about inheritance.

The drunkenness here continued, and the noise in the venue was as usual. Only the other Imperial investigator on the wine table behind him gradually became irritable. Five minutes passed, and ten minutes passed. The target he was staring at came back, but his companion But he didn't come back. The frequency of his leg shaking increased from 40 times a minute to 70 times a minute.

Finally, Sherlock and Watson felt that time was almost up, paid the money, and walked out of the tavern.

The cold wind on the street blew away the heat after drinking, but it did not blow away the slight drunkenness in the mind. For people like them, if they don’t want to get drunk, they can wake themselves up again in a few seconds, but today’s conversation I was very happy and comfortable to return to the familiar London, so I no longer cared about the long-lost confusion.

"Oh, what about the remaining one? Why don't you kill him?" Watson seemed to have just remembered that there was still one guy who had not been dealt with.

Sherlock waved his hand casually: "I'll take care of it. After all, you paid for the drink."

Watson nodded without refusing.

Anyway, that's it, both of them had their own concerns, but at this moment they both tacitly chose to enjoy the hazy drunkenness, walking in the London night, under the street lights that were constantly flashing because of the cold.

And right behind them, a staff member of the Imperial Bureau of Investigation was following quietly. In fact, he did not know who the two people in front were, let alone why he was following them. This was an order from above. The order, of course, he didn't know who was 'above'.

All he knows now is that he must be extra careful, because these two people are undoubtedly the most dangerous people he has ever seen in his career.

Due to the need to continue tracking, he didn't have time to take a look at what happened to his partner, but he could imagine that it was probably finished.

That seemingly harmless man was able to kill his partner in such a short period of time, and the whole process was silent!

This kind of person is really too dangerous and terrifying. Fortunately, his tracking ability is very strong. At this distance, he will not arouse the other party's alert. Otherwise, I really don't know if I can escape.

Thinking of this, his hand tightly grasped the gun on his waist, and his shadow was constantly being lengthened and shortened by the interweaving of light and dark around him.

But just as he was passing by a small alley

The streetlight at the entrance of the alley was broken, so it was dark below. He walked forward quietly and cautiously, and his body naturally disappeared into the shadow.

In an instant.

A tentacle suddenly jumped out from an invisible corner, wrapped around his body and dragged him into a dark corner.

In the blink of an eye, the man didn't even have time to scream. A big living person just disappeared.

Watson felt something strange behind him. He looked back and was surprised to find that the person who had been following him seemed to have disappeared.

So he turned his head and looked at Sherlock, with a trace of doubt in his expression.

But looking at the other party's posture as if nothing was wrong, he smiled helplessly. Well, his partner is like this. There are too many surprising things about him. If he wants to know everything, wouldn't it? Will be annoying to death.

So, let it be.

Instead of thinking about what happened to that person, it is better to think about the blurry night under the thick fog and the few glasses of wine tonight.