{Fuhua}Stop it Sherlock

"Tell me, I can remember." Sherlock took his coat and dealt with the aunts on the forum who were confused by his reasoning.This move made Mrs. Hudson quite depressed, because she often discussed it with people and didn't get as much praise as Sherlock's four-hour result, really.

But it wasn't as surprising as Sherlock knew the Minister of the Interior and was able to get a servant's online shopping record through that minister. To be honest, Lestrade doubted the position of his brother who could represent the British government.

After Sherlock found a suitable DSLR and glasses, he set off for Prince's apartment.When seeing Prince's younger brother, Sherlock suddenly understood what the blind man meant. Prince's younger brother's clothes were really too, showing his personality.

Tanzania, the servant, took it easy.Quickly observed the surroundings and the cat that John suspected, and then played a scene with John, well, Sherlock had to admit that John smiled like a Teddy who stole candy, it was really cute.

He and Lestrade rushed back to the Scotland Yard police station. Sherlock looked at the gloomy John behind him and turned around. He kissed the little doctor on the ear and said ambiguously, "You are great!" The quickly restored rosy face proved This makes Sherlock very happy.

"The servant and Prince's younger brother are lovers. The servant couldn't understand his sister's violence against him, so he planned to murder his employer. He bought a large amount of type A botulinum toxin, and then injected a lethal dose at one time. It's as simple as that ’” Sherlock didn’t share all the findings, but he was clearly annoyed by the Bombardier’s patchwork of people.

I used the police station's computer to release the information, and then received a call quickly. I have to say that Sherlock is very grateful for the time given by the bombardier this time. Maybe he is also a little anxious or because of some other things.

"Help me." The old woman's voice paused.Sherlock was on speakerphone so everyone could hear, "Your location." There was little time left but Sherlock had already solved the puzzle, so the countdown stopped there.But at this time, the old woman did something that no one expected.She's saying "his, his voice, very, of"

"Don't say that, just tell me your address!" Sherlock gestured to a police officer in the hope that a location could be implemented, although it was unlikely.

"Very, soft." After the old woman said this, she heard the other side become quiet. Everyone knew that it was the murderer who detonated the bomb.Sherlock put down his phone, and there was silence all around.Lestrade ordered his police officers to contact the fire brigade quickly.

"The scope is in Yorkshire." Sherlock recalled the old woman's accent. He had thought about simulating the wiring diagram before, but the plan was interrupted by McCoff's information.

"Yorkshire, get in touch." Lestrade's arrangement worked, maybe not, because the explosion was not a small incident.

Sherlock didn't feel guilty because of the old woman's death, and guilt couldn't save the lives of the twelve old people, so he could only catch this pervert as soon as possible.

"She doesn't want us to save her." John walked into Sherlock. "She wants us to know more about the criminal."

"She's prepared but with a glimmer of hope that it's over." Sherlock said what John hadn't said. "No need to remember, Bombardier will not commit crimes again until we mourn the end and regain his glory."

"Yes." John nodded.

Back to 221B, Sherlock sorted out the clues of the previous people, and put the chaotic relationship on the wall, but it still extends in all directions, and it seems to be full of randomness. A victim 20 years ago, and a person from Cornwall, known as Second London. One from London, one from Yorkshire, and the envelope from Bohemia.It seems that there is no relationship at all, but there must be a connection.What the hell is it, is it just to distract the view?

John made dinner for himself and Mrs. Hudson, and went down to dinner with Mrs. Hudson.

Sherlock looked at the corner of the chocolate pie on the table and smiled silently.

The text message came, and the photo was of the Thames, somewhere between Southwark Bridge and Waterloo Bridge on the South Bank.Sherlock quickly checked the information on the Internet, but there was no corresponding news on the actual news, and the information on the ebb and flow times told him that the time had not yet arrived.

The phone rang, and Sherlock looked at John who was catching up in a hurry, and connected the phone.

"It seems that you, very, like it, (choked up)" a child's voice, Sherlock and John stood up abruptly.Sherlock handed John what he had just checked, and asked John to contact Lestrade quickly.

"Keep calm, little warrior. Read the words above and don't cry." Sherlock spoke in a tone of extreme trust in the other party, even if he couldn't see his expression, there would be a very warm feeling.Sherlock was operating the computer with one hand and seemed to be contacting someone, but obviously couldn't get an answer for a while, and at the same time, the child's voice continued to sound.

"Game, connection, this time, time, unlimited, I will, in the dark, look at you." The child said in a very clear voice, but the trembling that could not be ignored made the movements of both of them unstoppable. Can't stop speeding up.The phone was hung up, but the two people in the room were tense. This is a child.

Sherlock couldn't find anything for a while, so he picked up his mobile phone and made a call, and the call went directly to M15. "It's me, is there any case that happened between Southwark Bridge and Waterloo Bridge on the south bank of the Thames recently? If not, go to Check the missing persons nearby, remember to always pay attention to the movement there, and tell me immediately if there is a body or something else. I have a photo of the specific location and I will send it to you immediately." The other end of the phone quickly entered the state, and Sherlock took Looking at the phone, anger flashed in his eyes.

In the middle of the night, Sherlock's phone vibrated.Sherlock stood up immediately, a male corpse, fine.John and Lestrade had been waiting at 221B. When they got the news, the three of them immediately started to act.

In the middle of the night, the dark Thames River was flowing quietly, and a man's corpse loomed under the faint river. When Sherlock arrived, the man's body had already been dragged ashore by the staff, and the surroundings were lit up, and the vicinity of the man's body was as bright as day.

"The time of death was fifteen to twenty hours. The cause of death was suffocation. There were bruises on the cheeks, which looked like finger marks. The body had been soaked in water for a long time, and the fingerprints could no longer be extracted, but it looked like a hand that was surprisingly large. The man." John stroked the finger mark with his own hand, and then took Sherlock's hand to gesture.

"This person is at least 20 to [-] centimeters taller than Sherlock." Lestrade looked at the naughty two at the scene of the crime.I feel that I need to make the atmosphere serious.

"I'm not surprised at all, this is the quality that a detective should have." Sherlock pointed out Lestrade's purpose, "However," Sherlock looked at the corpse. "I want to say that the oil paintings on display tonight are fake, don't look at them."

"Painting?" Lestrade obviously couldn't keep up with Sherlock's bungee jump. "What oil painting?"

"The posthumous works of Dutch masters on display tonight," Sherlock took out his mobile phone. "Thought it was lost, it was only recently found worth $3000 million."

"wait." Lestrade still didn't understand, "what does this have to do with this corpse."

"Inexhaustible clues" Sherlock looked at Lestrade who still couldn't keep up with the rhythm. "This man is a security guard for a gallery, in a custom uniform, with slack hips but varicose veins in his calves, obviously either doing his job or walking constantly, the alarm clock on his watch proves that he is also a night security guard, and the The ticket stub can prove the scope of his work, and the recent news in the art world is that painting, and he will be killed only when he finds out that the painting is fake." Sherlock's cell phone rang.After reading the above information, Sherlock confirmed his thoughts.

"This man's name is Alex Woodbucky, who works at Hillman Gallery. Earlier they had reported their security guard missing, and the cause of his death is more obvious evidence that this method belongs to the clay man. Lian, a giant made of mud from Jewish folklore, is a professional killer, whose real name is Oskar Dosla. Strangling his targets with his hands is his signature technique. So who does this security guard provoke and make someone dispatch a killer? , obviously he knew something that would affect the interests of the owner of the painting. The conclusion is that the painting is fake."

"Amazing." John's expression well explained what it meant to say what he said.

Sherlock pursed his lips. "Then now I should find someone to inquire about the whereabouts of this brother." Lestrade felt in a trance that everything seemed to be under Holmes' control.

"You can't find him, only one person can." Sherlock straightened his coat and was ready to go.

"Who?" Lestrade raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. "Holmes?" Lestrade meant one of their brothers.but,

"Of course it's me." Sherlock blinked, then stepped out into the street and started intercepting taxis.

In the car, Sherlock wrote down the information he needed, and then wrapped it in a fifty pound note. When passing Waterloo Bridge, Sherlock used a red light to hand the note to his homeless eyeliner.When I came back, I saw John's expression of pursing his lips and smiling.

"what happened?"

"I was thinking, you brothers have all the information about London." John said seriously, but Sherlock rolled his eyes speechlessly.

The author has something to say: This piece borrows a lot from the original drama, because the pace of this case is too fast, and there will be a different plot.

☆, clay figurine

"where are we going?"

"You go to Alex's house to find out how he found the fake painting, and I'll go to the gallery to see if there are any clues." Sherlock handed the taxi driver two addresses.

"What are you trying to investigate without telling me?" John felt that Sherlock was doing something behind the scenes in the last case.

"Not this time," Sherlock frowned. "There is no time limit this time, and the bombardier clearly stated that he would stare at me. If I do some other investigations, there is no guarantee that the bombardier will not do something on a whim." Prediction, I don't want to ruin our current lead because of this."

"Ok."

The Hillman Gallery is closer. After Sherlock got off the car, he went to the staff room of the gallery. Although it was locked, how could there be any lock in the world that could lock Sherlock Holmes?After changing into a security suit, Sherlock felt that this suit really had nothing to redeem.

Stepping forward to observe the painting carefully, Sherlock had to admit again that he really didn't have much talent for paint.I took a photo with my phone and sent it to McCoff.

"What are you doing? The exhibition doesn't start until seven in the evening. Who allowed you to be here?" A female voice came, followed by the sound of Gada Gada's high-heeled shoes and the smell of perfume.

"Are you nervous?" Sherlock picked up the big-brimmed hat. Who designed this hat? It's a hindrance to people with thin faces. Admit it, Sherlock, it's because you have a long face.

"I'm nervous that you're going to destroy the painting." The woman's jaw is raised, but the way she walks and the outfit and nail polish on her nails suggest that she's actually struggling or on the verge of bankruptcy.

"Destroying a fake painting?" Sherlock smiled mockingly, "I'm not interested in that yet. You are the person in charge here, Miss Wensless." Sherlock saw her work card.

"It's not fake." Wensless said with certainty.Clenching her hands and raising her voice, Miss Winsless had already convinced herself that this was a real painting.

"Ingenious psychological hint, I almost believed it." Sherlock looked at Miss Wenslace, who had convinced herself that the painting was real. "If this had happened before I saw Woodbucky's body."

"What?" Wensless's expression didn't seem fake, but Sherlock, who was good at deceiving, would not believe it.

"Don't play dumb with me, this is a fact we all know, just as true as this painting is fake." Sherlock took off his disguise.

"you."

"I'll show evidence, then maybe you'll be willing to tell the truth." Sherlock quickly ran out, and Sherlock answered the phone.

"I told you there is evidence, you have to find the real painting." Mycroft's teeth still hurt, but he was able to speak.

"You tell me the evidence, and I'll tell you how to find the real painting." Sherlock

"The artist's works are famous because of their rigor. There is a position on the fake painting, which is a supernova that was discovered later. Obviously, the artist painted with great care, and it can almost be fake." McCauf said regretfully.

"So, the so-called evidence is an extra paint." Sherlock rolled his eyes about the color of the painting.

"If you can appreciate paintings at the same level as you appreciate music, I think my father will be very happy." Mycroft put his hand on his forehead on the other side of the phone. "Now, how do I find the original work?"

"When I solve the case, I will paint that paint spot for you and send it over."

Before McCoff could respond, Sherlock hung up the phone.After a while, a text message from John came, 'Professor Caiyans who contacted Woodbucky also knew that the painting was fake.Hopefully no one else knows yet, but it's unlikely.Find the clay figurines as soon as possible. 'While he hasn't acted yet.Sherlock helped John fill in the next sentence.

'return. After Sherlock sent a text message to John, he returned to 221B. When Sherlock returned to the apartment, John was already in the apartment. The doctor was wandering in the living room, obviously not at ease.

"Look up the supernova information, we have to wait for the news now." Sherlock pressed John on the sofa.

"Sherlock, there's a baby, wrapped in a bomb." John stood up in a second. "And this time he didn't give us time."

"Sit down, John." Sherlock stared at John, and John obeyed with that look in his eyes. "You need to calm down now. The Bombardier is watching us, and if we show there is another way, it will make him feel violated. We couldn't have predicted what would happen."

"How do you know?" John looked at Sherlock, his blue eyes were much more emotional than Sherlock's light ice blue.

"Because. That's how I am." Sherlock stared at the ceiling and let out a long breath. "Moriarty, like me, is very similar."

"Yeah, you know each other so well, so what role are we in your game, clown?" John got up and went out the door.Sherlock didn't chase, he felt that John needed to be quiet.

Mrs. Hudson disapproved of John going out angrily.She thought that John was too used to Sherlock, and when he was angry, he would only choose to go out by himself instead of arguing or other things.Time has been passing smoothly until.

"Sherlock, someone is looking for it." Mrs. Hudson didn't want the girl at the door to come in, but she was looking for Sherlock.Fortunately, the girl did not ask to enter the door.

"Have some change?" Sherlock put on his windbreaker and walked out the door.

"It really is." The girl handed Sherlock a piece of paper that said Vauxhall Arch

Sitting in the taxi, Sherlock checked the gun, scaring the driver so much that he almost didn't ask for money.

Near the arch, Sherlock saw the homeless man who came to pick him up.The tramp pointed to a location, and Sherlock walked forward alone.

The flames lit by the homeless man hit the opposite wall, and Sherlock saw a crouching figure, maybe just bent over, but the figure that did not conform to normal people revealed his identity, and this was his goal .clay figurines.

The shadow seemed to hear something, and then saw a tall and slender figure standing up. The weird head and tall figure made people shudder. If such a killer sneaked into the house in the middle of the night, he would be half scared without using his hands.The sound of Sherlock approaching startled the killer, and he ran into a car like a flea in a bouncing way, and ran away.Sherlock now only hoped that Professor Cairns hadn't been killed.

Running out of the homeless area, Sherlock got into a taxi. As long as Professor Caians is saved, there is enough evidence to prove that the painting is fake.

In the planetarium, Professor Cairns was searching for information, but he didn't notice a tall figure approaching her at all.

Sherlock pushed open the door of the second viewing hall, raised his hand and shot at the tall figure. He was lucky enough to hit the palm that the clay figurine used to kill people. However, the reason why the clay figurine is called a clay figurine is because he His pain tolerance and endurance are much higher than ordinary people, and the injury on his palm did not stop him from moving.

Fortunately, the gunshot had alarmed Professor Caians, and she quickly avoided the clay figurine's attack.

"Get behind me," Sherlock said as he stepped onto the podium, "The painting is fake, right?"

"Yes, I have evidence." Professor Caians obviously knew why someone came to kill a little professor.

"When I say, run, you run right away. There is no one outside to respond, so you have to run to the Hillman Gallery as soon as possible." Sherlock confronted the clay figurine with his gun raised, and his extremely fast speech shortened the time a lot. One of Locke's abilities.The clay figurine obviously had limited patience, and quickly jumped up to kill Sherlock, the blood on his hands made the clay figurine even more hideous.

"Run!" Sherlock shot the clay figurine in the chest, and was dodged by the clay figurine. Sherlock jumped up behind the clay figurine and strangled the clay figurine's neck with his hands. The height difference made Sherlock hang on the clay figurine. Sometimes like a child.Lestrade really needs to learn more about his major, this guy is at least fifty centimeters taller than me.

There was still time in Sherlock's head to think about that while being tossed around by the clay figurine.At least now, Professor Caians has run out, thankfully for the clay figurine's habit of killing, otherwise Professor Caians could have been killed with a single shot just now.

The clay figurine tried hard to break Sherlock off. Obviously, he was very angry that the task could not be completed smoothly, and Sherlock was the cause of everything.Sherlock clutched the clay figurine's neck tightly, although the clay figurine's movements made his stomach churn, but if he let go now, the only way to go is death.

Out of anger, the clay figurine fell to the ground, trying to crush Sherlock to death, or at least get him off the ground. The clay figurine succeeded, and Sherlock shot the clay figurine in the stomach three times the moment it hit the ground.The abdomen is everyone's weak point. The severely injured clay figurine covered Sherlock's face with a slap, and blood poured into Sherlock's mouth and nose with the increasing force of the clay figurine.Prompted by the feeling of suffocation, Sherlock kicked the wound on the clay figurine's abdomen with all his strength, and the severe pain continued to intensify. Finally, the clay figurine couldn't help but let go of his hand, but at this time Sherlock had already passed out.Fortunately, killers need money to kill. When there is no salary, killers don't kill easily.At this time, the clay figurine was seriously injured, and I had to lament Sherlock's luck and gambling.Fortunately, he won.

The author has something to say: Is the plot compact?Hey, I'm still the manuscript depositor~

First confrontation?

bump!bump!Someone was doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation for himself. After Sherlock regained consciousness, he opened his eyes and saw Professor Cairns heaving a sigh of relief and sitting on the ground.I have to say that this professor is really brave.

"Professor." Sherlock stood up vigorously. "We need you, before the exhibition starts." Moriarty did not give time, the countdown time is the time when the exhibition starts, if Sherlock has not untied it by seven o'clock, then the bomb will explode.

"I think we can talk on the way. Before that, you need this." Professor Cairns handed Sherlock a pack of wet wipes and asked Sherlock to clean the blood on his face.

In twelve minutes, Sherlock arrived at the gallery with the professor, and Lestrade and the gallery director were already waiting there.

"The painting is fake," Sherlock pulled the professor, and Professor Cairns stepped forward to point out the location of the supernova.So, the case was solved, and the conclusion was sent on the mobile phone, and Sherlock waited for the phone to ring.

The phone rang, and a child's voice came. Lestrade, who knew for the first time that the person was a child this time, took a sharp breath. "That's a child!"

"Help me." The child's strength seemed to be exhausted, and the child's voice was already very weak after being threatened with his life for more than ten hours.After reporting the address, Lestrade and Sherlock rushed out at the same time.As for the gallery, just leave it to Donovan.

This time, Sherlock and Lestrade rescued the little boy who was taken hostage, an innocent child in an orphanage.Under Lestrade's terrified expression, Sherlock picked up the child. The child was already asleep and looked very beautiful.Maybe it's because the child's light-blond hair resembles John's with playful curls, or maybe it's because of something else, Sherlock handled the child's adoption formalities by mistake.Although the director of the orphanage was frightened by the large number of policemen and bomb disposal personnel who invaded late at night, fortunately, he was able to go through the adoption procedures soberly.Maybe it's just a knee-jerk reaction to being overly startled, but that doesn't matter.

In the taxi, the ringing of the text message made the corners of Sherlock's lips rise, and Lestrade was also prepared.But when he saw the person in the photo, Sherlock's pupils suddenly constricted.John, with the bomb wrapped around him, stands against a clearly manipulated background.

"God!" Lestrade took the child in Sherlock's arms, and then watched Sherlock answer the phone immediately.

"You know what I want" came John's voice calmly. "You know where I am too. Come to me, before twelve o'clock. Or Boom!"

"It's Moriarty, where is he?" Sherlock searched for useful information in the mind of the searcher, "The swimming pool! That's where he committed his first crime, the first case." Sherlock was vague, and the swimming pool was not only The first case this time was also his first case, perhaps as early as then, he and Moriarty were destined to fight each other. "If you can reach your destination within 10 minutes, I will tip you as much as the fare." The taxi driver nodded. Lestrade thought that the speed limit for taxis could be formulated in the future.They fly too low.

The taxi soon arrived at 221B, and the child was handed over to the unknown Mrs. Hudson. The old woman still couldn't understand why Sherlock went out to handle a case and came back with an extra son.Then just watched a car drown in the night.Mrs. Hudson crossed herself and carried the child into the room.

At eleven o'clock, Sherlock took a memory stick to the swimming pool where Karl Bowles drowned.

"John." Sherlock looked at John who was standing by the pool, "Are you okay?" John nodded, then gestured to Sherlock with his eyes, and a person walked slowly behind John at five o'clock.

"I suddenly feel that letting Jasmine break up with you is one of the most correct decisions." Sherlock looked at that Kim, maybe he should be called Kim Moriarty.At the same time, throw the experimental needle that Ben is going to use to John.Used to take a DNA sample from Moriarty.That's right, Sherlock and Lestrade had agreed not to capture Moriarty this time.Just wanted to confirm his identity.

"Perhaps," Moriarty said, grinning as ferociously as Sherlock had when he laughed. "I found that the game is more interesting. I underestimated you, didn't I, Holmes." Moriarty raised his hand, and there was only one red spot of light that had gathered on John's body.

"Fortunately, I was prepared. I hope your police officer friends like the little gift I prepared."

"Sherlock, we've been discovered." Lestrade called, his tone full of apology and helplessness.Obviously a forced call.

"It seems that it is your habit to force hostages to make phone calls." Sherlock did not answer the call, staring at Moriarty's movements.

"Didn't you want the Bruce Partington plan, here it is." Sherlock held up the memory stick in his hand, "I believe that your knowledge of me will let you know that this plan is absolutely genuine, otherwise my fans, I'm afraid you don't qualify."

"As arrogant as you are, of course you won't take fakes." Moriarty approached and took the memory stick from Sherlock's hands. "But, it's a pity," Moriarty threw the memory stick into the pool next to it. "This stuff is readily available to me."

"So there is only one copy of the complete defense strategy in the memory stick. It's really a pity." Sherlock looked at the memory stick in the water.Then he noticed that Moriarty's pupils were locked.He smiled silently.

"You really satisfy me, Sherlock Holmes." Moriarty smiled, "I planned to kill you," said a red dot moving to Sherlock's body. "Because you hindered me too much. I let you run around, and even gave up 3000 million to let you play with me. I thought you only had these abilities, but now it seems that you are really interesting." The red dot moves away. "I have decided not to kill you now, and, as the only one who can find me, I will give you a gift that will break your heart."

"Someone I trust said I have no heart." Sherlock pulled out a gun from the back of his waist.

"If you kill me now, you will realize what life is better than death." Moriarty looked in John's direction with his eyes. Both of them were in front of John now, and John couldn't see the eye contact.

Sherlock lowered his gun hand, and he suddenly felt that he didn't want to see this result.Feel, feel, hope, is this really your own idea?

"Well, think about it?" Moriarty shook his head, "I didn't expect your weakness to be so obvious."

"Sometimes it doesn't have to be a weakness." John stepped forward to hold Moriarty back, the red dot trembled, and appeared on Moriarty. "I'm a consulting detective's assistant. The only one in the whole world."

Moriarty smiled, facing Sherlock's raised hem, showing the explosives on his body.Sherlock's eyes tightened and he gave John a wink.

"You'd better let me go." Moriarty motioned John to look above Sherlock's head, a red dot flashed, obviously, the sniper just didn't retreat.

John let go, and Moriarty adjusted his clothes. "Westwood suit, I don't want to wrinkle it." Sherlock's gun was still pointed at Moriarty, but it didn't stop him from leaving. "Catch you... later."

"Noyouwont~" Moriarty's changed voice really fit the old woman's description, very soft.

The author has something to say: I feel that Professor Mo was ruined by me, Mo Niang's true fan, don't shoot me,,,, Mo Niang is still the big boss here, believe me, that's right.

☆Professor Mo, let's play a game

"What a lunatic." John turned around, Sherlock put down the gun, and quickly removed the explosives tied to John's body, "You're not bad, aren't you afraid that Moriarty will find out that you dismantled the bomb?"

"Please, I'm serving in the Middle East. There are fewer types of bombs in the Middle East." John rolled his eyes at the busy Sherlock.

"So what! Who in the Middle East can have Moriarty's IQ!" Sherlock threw away his coat.He let out a sigh of relief.What followed was not exhaustion, but the joy of being aroused.

"Should I be honored by your evaluation?" Moriarty's voice sounded again. "I'm sorry, I'm just so inconsistent, I think you need to understand, that's my only flaw."

"If you ignore narcissism." Sherlock said, but the gun was loaded in his hand.

"Hey. Be careful with your gun." Moriarty danced exaggeratedly, as if Sherlock had actually put the gun on his head. "You don't want to kill me. Don't you wonder how I set up a surveillance network in a place where agents are everywhere? Don't you wonder how powerful I am? Are you sure I am the person behind the scenes? If I die Will there be the next me? This is your weakness. You are too easily bored. Me too, will you let me go? I will make you excited for me." Moriarty spoke very fast , as Sherlock explains the clues.

Sherlock had to admit that he was indeed interested, and, if Moriarty died, would there really be another one?To be honest, he was more curious about this.

"It doesn't matter if I die, but you don't know the impact, and you don't need it." Moriarty glanced in John's direction, "Rather than lose control, it's better to play with someone like you, isn't it? "

Sherlock admitted that Moriarty hit the mark, hit his scruples.It also hit his itch.Moriarty is indeed a good opponent.Sherlock put the gun down, and the exchange between the two seemed to be long, but in fact it was only a moment. Then, Moriarty smiled and walked out.

Sherlock met John's dissatisfied eyes, smiled, pulled John over and hugged him, put his lips against John's cheek, feeling the slight trembling of the muscles above.The two sat on the ground, waiting quietly by the pool, Sherlock felt the warm smell from John, and thought, perhaps, this was what his father felt from his mother.

"Sherlock, you know," Lestrade came in, and what he saw was that Sherlock was burying his head on John's neck, and John was nestling in Sherlock's arms to keep warm. "Uh, can I stop for a second?"

Sherlock looked up at Lestrade, "You are really out of place."

John pushed Sherlock away and pulled out a test needle from his pocket, with Moriarty's blood on it. "Inspector, this is Moriarty's DNA that Sherlock asked me to obtain."

"Sure enough, I shouldn't worry about you, guys..." Lestrade thought of the gun barrel on his head, the bombs around him, and the weird warning.

"I thought you already knew." Although Sherlock was calm, the experience just now was definitely exciting.But there was no need to tell Lestrade about this.

"Yes, Sherlock Holmes is omnipotent." Lestrade inexplicably thought of the words that Sherlock said to himself when he first met Sherlock. Holmes, as well as the big Sherlock Holmes who thinks he is in the bottom but is full of elegance and pride, keeps proving to himself that Holmes is omnipotent.

Sherlock blinked, it seemed that the inspector knew a lot.

"I'm not Sherlock Holmes." John looked at Sherlock who was smiling happily.Suddenly there was an urge to beat him up.

"You can't escape," Sherlock whispered in John's ear.

At this time, he was eerily similar to Mycroft.At least, Lestrade thought so.

Although it was midnight, the dedicated taxi driver in London took the two of them home very well.When Sherlock saw Mrs. Hudson holding the sleeping child waiting in the living room on the second floor, Sherlock remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to tell John about the little guy.

Mrs. Hudson was very worried about the two coming back so late. Regarding dangerous things, as the landlord of Sherlock Holmes and the wife of a former drug lord, Mrs. Hudson always had a stronger perception than ordinary people, especially this matter. Be involved.Mrs. Hudson couldn't be mistaken for Sherlock's panicked figure. Although Sherlock's movements were still smooth, the worry in his eyes couldn't be ignored.Fortunately, he did not lose his usual self-confidence.This is why Mrs. Hudson is still waiting for them here.

Sherlock stepped forward and hugged the child. To be honest, this action surprised the other two people in the room. Mrs. Hudson and John looked at each other, and both of them understood the incredible look in each other's eyes.Sherlock fully believed that Mrs. Hudson had figured out the child's origin during this time, so he gave her the task of explaining, and carried the child upstairs.Apparently the bedroom that was vacated was available.

The astonishment of John and Mrs. Hudson reached Sherlock's ears, were they surprised?Maybe, but sooner or later you'll get used to it.

Sherlock didn't think too much about it. For this child, Sherlock didn't even know what to think about it until now.

The rotation of the place wakes up the child.when small