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Chapter 29

"If you want to ask me how I know, forget it, I'm too lazy to explain."

Sherlock spoke very ruthlessly, and the two of them immediately swallowed back the unspoken exclamation silently.

However, Watson next to him felt that he was very rude: "Hey, don't say that!"

He was just as surprised as the two of them after Sherlock had said a lot of words.

Watson quickly glared at Sherlock, looked at the two of them with unconcealed surprise, and apologized on his behalf: "I'm sorry...he's a little..."

God, these two young men are actually superheroes.

As Watson thought about it, he became even more embarrassed.

Sherlock glanced at him very sensitively: "You want to ask them for an autograph? Don't even think about it, shame on you."

"Shut up!"

Watson yelled frantically in a low voice, "I didn't!"

Sherlock put his hands on his chest and snorted: "You bought their figure and put it in the room, I know, and you also followed her and followed the live broadcast—"

Watson longed to thrust his head into the plate of food on the table.

Dolores hurriedly whispered: "—Sorry, we are indeed..."

She choked: "This is a very important task, please keep your voice down..."

Dolores never expected that the crisis of her identity being exposed would be in such a scene...

But what's even more strange is that she actually felt that Sherlock's emphasis was very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

She cleared her throat seriously: "My name is Holly, Holly Bush."

She hints to the pair of them to stop dwelling on this, pointing to Peter: "This is Tom Holland, thanks."

Watson understood immediately, nodded at them, and gave Sherlock another glare by the way.

"..."

Sherlock rolled his eyes, but shut up as they wished.

Dolores couldn't help turning her head to look at his face again: "So you really aren't..."

Sherlock immediately sneered: "You are still doubting."

"...Believe me, if you see that one, you will also be surprised if you have an extra twin brother, you are so similar!"

Sherlock shook his head impatiently: "Well, whatever - what exactly are you here for?"

Watson didn't expect him to ask such a sensitive question unscrupulously again, and immediately stopped him: "This is none of your business, Sherlock, don't ask."

"All right--"

Sherlock dragged his tone, seemed very dissatisfied, lowered his eyelids and glanced at the two of them again: "Just ask."

American superheroes appeared in an unnamed town in England, and Kingsman was also involved. To this extent, they cannot intervene. It is best not to even know.

Dolores breathed a sigh of relief, she gave Watson a grateful look, and asked in a low voice, "Then why are you here?"

She added: "I advise you to leave as soon as possible, some major events will happen recently, you'd better not get involved in it."

Watson immediately looked at Sherlock and complained, "I told you, it's dangerous."

Sherlock turned away impatiently and willfully, refusing to talk to them.

So Watson had no choice but to turn his head and explain in a low voice: "It's like this. He is a private detective. He is quite famous. Not long ago, we received a commission. The son of a rich man disappeared at a party. We investigated all the way and found that Things are a bit strange, it seems to be related to...the 'zombies' that have appeared in major cities recently."

Peter opened his eyes and understood almost instantly. He took a deep breath: "You shouldn't have come...it's too dangerous."

Apparently, the son of this hapless rich man was chosen to be Germ—

Peter really couldn't understand how they came to the nest of migratory birds. He said sincerely: "Really, we came here for this too. This matter is too complicated. You'd better get out of here—— Can you give me back my phone?"

He looked at Sherlock, who was very reluctant, but under the eyes of the three, he still returned Peter's cell phone.

Dolores nodded to Peter, he sighed, and dialed the number of the encrypted channel: "Since you know Kingsman, you should not be an ordinary person, they will send someone over, you follow."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes: "Kingsman—"

He had no doubt that a Kingsman agent had arrived by now at Mycroft's orders.

"This is my case."

Sherlock's attitude didn't look like he was about to compromise.

Watson immediately became vigilant: "No, Sherlock, we have to go!"

Peter answered the phone and said the code word: "Oxford is better than Bullock."

Sherlock folded his arms and said nothing, Watson didn't dare to take it lightly, and immediately said seriously: "This is not a joke, Sherlock, we can't get involved in a situation that even superheroes can't control."

This is a truth, and elements such as inexplicable superpowers and aliens will greatly destroy the fun of solving the case, adding countless uncontrollable variables.

Sherlock is used to taking risks, but he won't do stupid things.

But he really didn't just give up his case like this-so, he was very upset.

"Hello, Peter."

Harry's voice came through the receiver, and Peter said to him, "Hi Harry, we've found Eggsy."

Harry didn't seem surprised by their speed: "Oh, what's the matter with him?"

"He doesn't seem to remember his identity... Oh, to be precise, he now believes his cover identity is real, a writer named Tony."

"...I never thought of that."

Harry said slowly, writer?He suspected that Eggsy might even have written a job report in a mess.

"We'll make him remember and find out who confused him."

Peter said briefly, and then he glanced at Sherlock: "Uh, we also met a big detective, and he saw through our identities right away."

Harry was quiet on the other side for a while, and then said firmly: "Is his name Sherlock Holmes, and there is a military medical assistant named John Watson?"

"Oh, how did you know?!" Peter was very surprised. Is Sherlock really a famous big shot?

Harry seemed to sigh: "His status is very special, that's it. His brother has entrusted me to bring him back to London. I will be there tomorrow."

Oh, it sounds like Sherlock's brother is the big one.

Harry seemed to laugh twice, jokingly resolving Peter's confusion.

"His brother, Mycroft Holmes, is, so to speak, almost the British Government itself—"