me and my vest

It's raining again in London.

People on the street put on thick cloaks, top hats, and held black umbrellas and hurriedly walked under the gray sky of the industrial revolution.

The carriage pulled the ladies past, and the mud rolled up by the wheels splashed on the edge of the road.

"Sherlock."

There were thumping footsteps on the stairs, and after a few tens of seconds, John Watson pushed open the door on the second floor of Block B, No. 221 Baker Street.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the man with his back turned to him, then turned around and slowly hung the umbrella in his hand on the shelf outside the door.

"Are you busy? Maybe I'm bothering you." Watson asked as he walked in and sat down in the armchair.

"It's okay, it's just some trivial problems." Shi Li collapsed on the couch, flipping through a newspaper listlessly, "I think I have to be forced to rest for a while recently."

"Not a single interesting case."

After coming back from the world of martial arts, Shi Li quickly adapted to life in London. What's more, as time passed, the system no longer cared about him, and life became a little boring.

"Is there anything urgent you need from me?" Shi Lu turned his head and asked, "Or is it because it's raining too much outside that you are in such a hurry?"

Watson's hat and the corners of his clothes were a little wet. It seemed that not only was it raining heavily, but it was also windy outside.

"It's because of the rain." Watson stood up and walked into the kitchen, ready to make a cup of hot coffee for the famous lazy detective. "I just came to see how you are doing."

"Of course it's good." Shi Li crumpled the newspaper and threw it on the table, "I went to a concert the day before yesterday."

"But you look boring." Watson handed the cup to the human-shaped lazy object on the sofa, and he took it naturally.

"French food?" Shi Lu suddenly said.

"If you want." Watson quickly responded to him.

Shi Li immediately sat up, got up to get the coat and scarf on the hanger, and then went to get the walking stick and umbrella...

But one of them was not in a place familiar to the detective.

"Watson, I lent my umbrella to Mrs. Hudson last week." Shilu quietly stared at the flames in the fireplace, "She didn't return it to me. I remember she dated one last month..."

"Watson, my umbrella won't come back today." Shi Li concluded, "Mrs. Hudson likes to take a walk with men on rainy days, and I don't like going out on rainy days. She certainly didn't plan to go out today." Give it back to me."

"I brought one with me when I came."

"Okay." Shi Lu followed suit and quickly opened the drawer to withdraw the money, "I just made a sum of pounds, we can go to the shop a little further away."

"You mean Needle Street?"

"Looks like you've already passed by there."

"There was a patient living there last week during a visit."

"That's good, your work is improving, isn't it?"

The two of them left Baker Street, and Shi Li, who was more than ten centimeters taller than Watson, was in charge of holding the black umbrella.

The rain has become much lighter, and it is now crackling on it, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

If you can stand at a distance and watch, you will see that the detective has tilted his umbrella a lot towards his partner.

"I seem to see a few new books on your bookshelf." Watson said suddenly, "It's on the side next to the door."

"Yes. I bought some books on astronomy."

"Astronomy! I thought you weren't interested in that at all."

"Ah, you still remember last year..."

"The thing about you falling into the hole last year?" Watson said indifferently. "Do you really want me to believe that you went to America? Or the future America?"

"My friend, you have already believed it, haven't you?" Shi Li grabbed Watson's sleeve to make him stop.

A few more steps and you will be on another street.

"You're just messing with me."

"Yes, that's right, I'm betting..."

A man in his fifties walked up to him, well-dressed and fashionable, and Watson shut his mouth when he saw him.

Arguing with Sherlock is only a matter with Sherlock, at least in front of others, there is absolutely no need to let them know.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Holder," said Watson.

This man was a partner of the second largest private bank in London. Watson knew him in the Emerald Crown case. He knew that detectives didn't like to pay attention to people who had no cases for him, so he greeted him first.

"Oh, oh! It's Dr. Watson and Mr. Holmes. Good afternoon." Holder looked fine. He was holding a lot of report cards and seemed to be going home.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Holder," said the detective dryly.

"I'm getting ready to go home, maybe you guys would like to..." After experiencing that incident, Holder respected Shi Li very much, so now he also uses honorifics when speaking, and his speech is quite cautious.

"Thank you very much, we have plans for the future."

"Really, that's a pity, I wish you a happy day."

When the banker was no longer in sight, Watson turned back and looked at the London detective holding an umbrella for him.

"Now it's time for us to move on to...Jesus!"

Just as Shi Lu was about to ask what was wrong, he suddenly understood what had happened.

There must have been a black hole behind him. Fortunately, there were not many people in Needlework Street on a rainy day, and there happened to be only the two of them at this intersection.

"Sherlock!" Watson shouted, "Damn it, you don't want to keep me here this time!"

What Shilu saw this time was not Watson reaching out and trying to grab his hand, but what he saw was the whole of Watson jumping off.

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Gotham, Wayne Manor.

Blinding lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a loud thunderclap.

In the master bedroom on the second floor sleeps Gotham's playboy, Master Wayne, who has a sweet voice and is sought after by countless models.

After the Wayne couple passed away, Bruce Wayne inherited Wayne Enterprises as their only son and became a new top rich man. Although he always loves to play some extreme sports, he is still a fool.

But he is good-looking.

Not only is he good-looking, but he also has money.

These two points are enough for most women to be crazy.

"Master." Alfred knocked on the door, his voice was very urgent and nervous, "Master, you have to look at this."

Bruce moved his arm. He had never heard such an anxious voice from the housekeeper, but although he was anxious, he still knocked on the door, and he didn't lift the quilt directly to wake himself up.

Is this urgent or not?

Is it something that you need to know urgently but is judged to be not dangerous?

Gotham's top rich man sat up covering his head, with a bit of pain on his face.

He had just dreamed of that alley again, of the mother's broken pearl necklace, of the dark red blood flowing on the ground, and of the gunshot.

This is almost a deep-rooted nightmare, but this time there is Mr. Holmes - dreaming that Mr. Holmes is walking on the streets of Gotham with him.

Those days were the happiest when he was a child, but it's a pity that he will never have them again.

"Master, I'm sorry to wake you up," Alfred said.

Every night Bruce Wayne will turn into a black lacquer to patrol Gotham at night, so he spends most of the day to catch up on sleep. Alfred knows his hard work, so he usually pays attention not to disturb his young master .

"what's up?"

Bruce followed Alfred to the basement. After pressing the button, the lights turned on layer by layer, and the whole Batcave began to work. Bruce went straight to the central processing computer and sat down.

The entire Gotham is monitored here.

"I can have a cup of coffee..."

"No, sir, I'm afraid you'll spill it on the table."

What the hell is going on?

Can't the dignified Gotham babe get a cup of coffee, even instant?

Alfred didn't explain, he just sat down and called up a surveillance video for Bruce.

Bruce watched seriously, and as time went by, his expression became more and more dignified, and his expression became more and more complicated.

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A black hole two meters high opened in the alley.

It seems that all traversers are going to land in the alley.

Bruce saw a man fall out of the hole, and he steadied himself immediately.

Such a hole...

He had seen it the day Mr. Holmes left.

The man was dressed in a black tweed cloak and carried a walking stick in the nineteenth century.

Bruce understands lip language, he can read what the people in the picture are saying.

He could also recognize who it was.

"Watson!" The detective caught his falling partner and covered his mouth.

"Keep your voice down, Watson," said the detective softly, dragging Watson into a corner.

"This is the United States?" Watson asked in a low voice, and he could see that he was very curious.

This is indeed the reaction of ordinary people, but the detective has already looked around roughly and made a cautious reaction.

There were beer bottles and trash all over the ground, as well as temporary sheds built by homeless people. Bruce saw that there were still drugs scattered on the ground.

They are in the most chaotic bottom slums in Gotham.

It's better to say that there are no poor people here, Gotham, this is Gotham, 90.00% of the poor on this street are criminals.

"Look carefully here, Watson. Look at the blood and the used packing bags, look at the messy and mutilated footprints. This is a criminal's paradise."

The detective took off his cloak suddenly, and threw it in the rubbish. "Watson, give me your coat."

"Give me the hat too."

The detective squatted down and flipped through the pile of broken sacks of garbage, put his clothes and the doctor's clothes inside, and then picked up a few cans of beer with a lot of low-quality wine in them.

"Watson, give me the matches in your pocket."

The detective calmly poured the wine over the rubbish, struck a match and threw it.

In the flames, he tore off his collar again, poured the wine on it, and then poured it on Watson.

This series of movements was so swift and quick that Dr. Watson hadn't even reacted.

"Listen, Watson, we don't have time now. I'll explain what I do when it's safe." The detective hastily ripped off the doctor's cuffs and collar, and messed them up.

"The only thing you have to remember is that in this city, don't trust anyone but me."

"Okay, okay, I see."

The detective turned around again, picked up a handful of dirt and rubbed it on the two men.

Then he found another rag to wrap around the black cane.

I have to say it was a success, and now they have completely abandoned the appearance of nineteenth-century London gentlemen, looking completely ordinary tramps or thugs.

"Follow me and don't talk."

The detective was still impatient, obviously he understood what would happen to Gotham after nightfall, so he grabbed the doctor by the sleeve and led him away.

In the deeper places, even Wayne Enterprises can't install any monitoring.

"... When is this surveillance video?"

"This afternoon, master."

"Do you think they are those two people?"

"I think the probability is very high, about 90.00% nine."

Alfred didn't think the detective and his assistant were a threat, and he even joked with Bruce in a good mood.

"You might as well just say they must be."

"Master, would you like to invite Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson?"

"No, Gotham is different now." Bruce shook his head, "Do you think Holmes can't deduce my identity?"

Alfred shook his head.

"First find a way to find them." Bruce got up to change into the bat suit.

Damn it, a Sherlock Holmes is going to hide, how on earth is this going to be found?

He even memorized all the streets and traffic light intersections in Gotham the last time he came. Except for the newly added camera, which will be usable for a while, the rest are like waste products.

"Master, do you want to watch the night ahead of time?"

The large black lacquer with the mask on nods.

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