[comprehensive] nowhere to escape

In the end, Sherlock followed John.Although he had a reluctance on his face, John's tough attitude was really too tough, not to mention Sherlock, probably even if McCoff came in person now, he would have to shy away from John Watson—he looked like Really angry.

"John, you can't do this..." Sherlock was about to use his high IQ to crush his skills, but John, who was walking in front, stopped and turned around—the moment he saw John's expression, he opened his mouth He closed it sensibly.

This is the prelude to beating yourself up violently.

Sherlock frowned and stared, very worried about the fact that John was about to beat him up, so he asked dryly, "Can I get to the hotel..."

"Okay," John said.

What a rare bargain!

Sherlock didn't know why John had such a temper, he seemed to have taken the wrong medicine today, but he couldn't hit the muzzle at this time, he swore he couldn't.

Of course John Watson wasn't such a grumpy guy at first, at least not when Sherlock first met him.However, when he pierced John's psychology, things started to run wildly in the direction of violence. This was not the result Sherlock wanted-of course he likes to expose others, but he doesn't want to suffer violence himself. this is not right!

Thinking of that violent woman, he felt chills all over again.

But fortunately, when they arrived at the hotel, John didn't really commit violence against him, but took off his clothes and took a shower. As for him, he was still wearing a thick woolen coat and lay unconsciously on the bed.

It's not over yet.

Moriarty worked with Qinna, and Qinna had a close relationship with the queen who loves to death. Now, who can clarify the relationship between the three of them?

Of course, Sherlock is unwilling to admit that there is something between Irene and Jenna—although Irene is a sadistic queen, and Jenna likes to be sadistic too... But if he doesn't figure this out, maybe McCaw The first thing my husband does after he gets his hands on the phone is to get rid of Irene - which is not good.

From Sherlock's point of view, the wrong person is obviously Mycroft's own.

And Moriarty, as a person who is good at controlling people's hearts, how could he have a close relationship with Irene?In fact, Moriarty was even closer to him than Irene.

Sitting up with a whimper, Sherlock suddenly thought of an important key point.

"So, Qin Na is actually a smoke screen!" He stood up and started pacing back and forth in the room, "Moriarty used Qin Na's relationship with Irene to lead the matter of Irene to Qin Na, and Now that Irene is missing, how many people will think that Qin Na is actually Irene or has something to do with Irene's disappearance? So, everyone's eyes are on Qin Na, then... Moriarty can free up , that was his idea—but why leave Europe and come here?

"Oh, yes yes - of course. Moriarty suffered a loss in the United States. It's not the first time he has suffered a loss - after a loss, he will need to find his fantasy... ah, yes Fantasy!" He patted his coat and decided to go find the two FBI agents who probably had dogs.

After straightening his clothes, when he reached the door, he knocked on the bathroom door: "John, I'm going out."

"Wait for me!" John heard this call in the bathroom, and the first thing he did was to flush into the water, and then rushed out with his clothes in his arms, "I'll be right away!"

"I can be myself."

"No!" John didn't care if he was naked or not, he took out a few clothes from the luggage and put them on, "You can't!"

Sherlock leaned back, turned around slowly, and turned his back to John: "You only have..." He looked at his watch, "One minute and twelve seconds."

"Didn't your watch stop?" John said as he pulled on his clothes.

"I timed it in my head."

"Okay, your timer is over, let's go!" Grabbing his wallet and mobile phone, John had already changed his clothes.

After leaving the hotel, Sherlock frowned, pulled John across the road and took a taxi.

"Where are you going?" John asked him.

"Just drive as I said, sir, go forward." Sherlock sat there, closed his eyes and began to recall what it was like when the two of them entered the office, "The intersection of the row of poplars ahead , turn left, don't stop... oh, at this fountain, turn right once two blocks and turn left," he sat next to John and directed, "turn right at the traffic light, up that hill— —Okay, this is this place, and then drive into this neighborhood. Stop in front of a white house, the lawn of the house may not be so tidy... Oh, this is it!" He patted the driver on the shoulder and told him to stop .

After paying the fare and getting out of the car, Sherlock lifted his chin and looked at the place: "This is the place."

"Where?" John certainly didn't know where he was.

"That's probably a... two people's... home with a pet dog." He said it very subtly, but John had already done the fill-in-the-blank exercise for him automatically.

And before the two of them entered the door, I heard a very characteristic voice from one of them: "For Sherlock Holmes, I think it is very interesting for many people to gossip about other people, but he If you gossip about the parties, it's a nightmare, so?"

"So he's here." Another person opened the door, and the two stood there, "Come in, how long are you going to stand?"

"Hmm, I heard that you were the last person to be alone with Qin Na in the room." Sherlock pointed to Raven.

"Yes, but I didn't find anything special. There were drugs, aphrodisiacs, and some love-death props in the room-the DNA of several victims was extracted from it, but what surprised me the most was, The little safe in her room, with only a crown in it, is still fake."

"Fake crown?" John looked at Raven.

"After you gave the information that she belonged to the Gregorson family, we investigated again and found that she may have become psychopathic because of the failure of the riot, and the Gregorson family emblem was also found on the crown When Reid said, his expression was very serious, "But, this is too obvious, the safe is obviously misleading our sight."

Sherlock was a little surprised this time: "I have to say that you are much better than those bastards at Scotland Yard." He was complacent, "What else do you know?" Suddenly, he turned around, "No, no, no! Why? You didn't say it before?"

"Because this is our case, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, if you want to join, you need to follow our procedures. We will give you freedom and let you do it yourself, but it is impossible for you to have no scruples— —Besides, the case we are in charge of has nothing to do with Moriarty in Europe, unless he shows up again.” This time, it was the old man who came out of the kitchen—David Rossi who spoke.

Rosie's grinning look seemed unbearable in Sherlock's eyes.

He said: "Mr. Holmes, what do you think? Or... would you like to have a glass of wine first, and then try my special steak and pasta?"

Looking at Rossi's smiling face, John really wanted to say, "It's shameful to be cute."

As for Sherlock, he frowned and stared seriously at the BAU people who suddenly appeared, as if staring at a group of people with abnormal brains.

Although Sherlock likes to tell what happened to others without reservation and without mercy, most of the time he is definitely not malicious. Sometimes he finds it funny, and sometimes...he really is. Just helping.

And at this time, he found that the group of people in front of him were doing the same thing as him—digging out everything that happened to him, even though they might not be digging out what he ate, where he went, whether he was gay or not. However, what they dug up was something that he never wanted to see clearly.

Feeling deeply offended, the corners of Mr. Holmes' mouth curled down until his chin almost fell out.

"Sherlock!" John pushed him.

"I... think I should refuse." He stepped back, "Why should I cooperate with you? You are a group of people, and I am alone, so if I get ahead of you, you have to listen to me—— Then why should I help you?"

Sherlock, who was about to lose his temper, really planned to leave.

He hates being dug up and looking inside, there is nothing inside him, only wisdom and logical reasoning!

John really wants to tweet at this time, and replace Sherlock with an emoji—【╭（╯^╰）╮】.

However, Reid broke the deadlock: "Compared to us, I think if Moriarty wins, you will feel more uncomfortable-he challenged you, and then he used some things that were not within the scope of the challenge. Fuck you, am I right?"

"Hmm, you continue."

Reid continued: "I think that although you claim to be high-functioning and anti-social, you can't have all the characteristics. In fact, what you want most is to prove yourself, but Moriarty is the same, he I want to prove myself more, this should belong to the contest between the two of you, we - all of us are innocent people who got involved, right?"

"Then?"

"Can you tolerate one thing?" Rhett asked.

"what's up?"

"If Moriarty only committed crimes for the sake of committing crimes, but you were targeted by him, can you tolerate such a fact? Regarding him, now we have come into contact with two cases, the previous case and The case... If it is confirmed that the matter really has something to do with him, do you think it would be better for him to be dealt with in the UK, or to be arrested in the US? Of course, I don’t think Mr. Mycroft-Holmes will extradite him .” When Rhett said this, it was exactly the same as giving an academic report.

"I have no intention of revenge." Although Sherlock said so, he poked his chin forward rarely.

"It's not revenge," Raven replied. "It's a question of the degree of punishment. I don't think that committing crimes just to prove yourself can get a comfortable single room, and you can watch TV, read the news and listen to music online."