{Fuhua}Stop it Sherlock

I feel that there are existences in Baker Street that attract killers more than him. Sometimes Sherlock's clear self-awareness is very useful.For example, now, Sherlock looked at the Australian killer who passed by him but didn't do anything, and saw that their goal was not his life.Sherlock did not tell John about the discovery of the killer, but Sherlock knew that McCoff was troublesome again after John went out late.

Not knowing how to convince John that these killers had no motive to kill him, Sherlock can only prove that when he sent the bomb to his door, John and Sherlock watched the man who secretly dismantled the bomb and threw the bomb away. The killer who fell, don't worry.John began to wonder how the killer could dismantle the bomb that Sherlock had set up.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, he's not a professional bomber.A simple bomb would not detonate these killers would have been killed long ago. "In other words, these killers are here to protect you?" John looked at the safe package that had been restored to its original state.

Sherlock nodded, "How much of this is Moriarty's handwriting?"

"All." Sherlock picked up the package, "I think, what information he should have disclosed to these killers, this matter is only known to me, but what is it?" John shrugged, "Maybe it was when he came that time he said Don’t look at me like that, it’s written clearly in the record that Mycroft gave me.” Sherlock had an urge to expose the video of Mycroft’s proposal to his wife to Lestrade, but he couldn’t bear it. Living.After all that can only be good for the guy Mycroft.

"What did he tell you?" John said he was just curious.

Sherlock thought carefully about that day. "He told me the key and purpose of opening the three indestructible fortresses."

"That's it, which key is it?" John spread his hands,

Sherlock shook his head, "He didn't leave any similar messages. Even," Sherlock opened his eyes, "he said, to make me fall, he left an apple with IOU on it, but I can't remember What does he owe me?"

John coughed lightly, this, "Fall, how does he want you to fall?"

"If I knew," Sherlock actually knew. This was the result of his discussion with McCoff. What is the genius most afraid of being called?Liars, ordinary people, there is another kind, in fact, you just feel like this.Moriarty's ultimate goal is to make Sherlock crazy, or make everyone think he is a lunatic.What would a madman do?

Moriarty wants to watch you destroy the world, says Mycroft.Sherlock doesn't agree with this. The most different thing about Moriarty is that he relies on his business to survive, and Sherlock's several interventions have cost him a lot, and even reduced his reputation as the only criminal who consults. This is what he does not allow, Moriarty will not let people say that he is Holmes' defeat, he wants to prove that he is stronger than Sherlock, that is to say, he will single-handedly plan Sherlock to fall from the altar.Moriarty's mind is actually very easy to guess, magnifying Sherlock's way of dealing with people, because Moriarty is crazier than him, but surprisingly similar to him.

The next day, Lestrade came up with a file.The seal of the dossier has not been removed, it should be a case that has just been transferred.

"Sherlock, there is a case." Lestrade told about the kidnapping of the ambassador's child, and then watched Sherlock's reaction. "The ambassador called for your help."

Sherlock noticed the school of the ambassador's child. With a good memory, he remembered that this school was the exchange school that Pulis almost went to.

John noticed Sherlock's face. Obviously, Lestrade didn't see the name of the school. For Mycroft, who often talked with him about family affairs, Pulis's exchange student incident was very helpful to let Lestrade know. Lestrade must have let his guard down, otherwise Lestrade would have recognized this generally considered good school.

Sherlock put down the file, and Lestrade looked at John before he could feel Sherlock's pulse, and John nodded.Lestrade let out a sigh of relief, "Let your driver follow the police car, otherwise,"

"He can find it. Gray, you go to Mycroft first, and leave the matter here to me." Sherlock ignored Lestrade's surprised eyes and went out the door. "Sherl. You'd better put on your coat if you don't want to catch a cold." John followed.Lestrade was a little disappointed when he saw the two people leaving quickly, or was it that he would never be able to keep up with their train of thought?In fact Lestrade had done a good job.compared to the average person.

Mycroft received a call from Lestrade. Mycroft, who was always paying attention to Sherlock's whereabouts, saw the direction in which the car in the surveillance was leaving, called his subordinates and then considered how to tell Lestrade about it.

As for the school, Sherlock didn't have a lot of time to understand what happened. He only needed to know the key clues, for example, how a prestigious private school made two students who lived in the school dormitory disappear.

"Sherlock, you scared that lady." John reminded when leading the police officers to follow Sherlock who was holding the sheriff's gun.

"It is undeniable that this made her thinking a lot clearer." Nothing was found in the girl's dormitory. Now, what will this reasoning boy bring him?Seeing the overturned nettle oil, Sherlock pointed his hand back, "Call Anderson over here." John went out, and the people present were already surprised by Sherlock's reasoning.

Anderson came over, "It's rare that you need my help."

"Obviously your inability to recognize the facts is increasing day by day. Block out all the light sources and take the light sticks." Sherlock turned back, "That's the only thing you can do."

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☆, conspiracy

Buzz, Jasmine looked at the rare two people who didn't communicate with each other. Based on her understanding of the two, Jasmine knew that she couldn't speak at this time.Just quietly accompany the two to deal with the analysis.

"Can the scope be narrowed down?" John saw Sherlock's notes.

"Of course, but we can't do it alone." Sherlock gestured to John, using the homeless man to help.But now, they needed a trip to Scotland Yard, because McCoff had texted and Moriarty's warning had arrived.Sherlock was not at all surprised by the fact that Mycroft was at Scotland Yard, because Lestrade's speculation made it difficult for McCoff to explain, so he simply stayed at the Scotland Yard police station whenever he had time.

Scotland Yard, Moriarty's warning was a facsimile, they were dying.Mycroft handed the fax to Sherlock, raised his eyebrows, and signaled that your game has started.

Sherlock didn't refute, and didn't have any other reactions. He was just observing the unstable factors in Scotland Yard. It seemed that Scotland Yard was safe for the time being.That's right, when McCoff appeared in person, those people had to do their best to protect the boss.

"Where is the location?" Mycroft stood in front of Sherlock, "Shall I tell you?"

"Never, Mycroft." What bothered Sherlock the most was the expression on Mycroft's face that I knew all about.Whenever they worked indirectly through something, Mycroft's favorite thing was to get his problems behind him so he could know his solutions ahead of time. . . .So, brother is the most hated thing in the world, but John is better.

The advantage of homeless people is that they are everywhere. Seeing the pictures of candy factories all over London uploaded from Sherlock's mobile phone, "To be honest, I'm curious how those homeless people understand your request?" Lestrade felt relieved after getting the location .Began to wonder how Sherlock's way of speaking communicated with these homeless people.

"I just need to tell them the conclusion, not the process." Sherlock looked at Lestrade with a look of surprise, "Your head, John, has set off."

Lestrade looked at Mycroft behind him, wanting to ask something, but saving lives was the most important thing.

The location of the candy factory is a bit remote, John and Sherlock are sitting in the car, and of course Sherlock is driving the way.Sherlock looked at John, who was hesitant to speak, and tilted his head, "Your expression is the same as Lestrade's expression when he looked at McCoff just now."

"Did you see it just now?" John smiled lightly, obviously turning around.

"Guess." Sherlock blinked in the rearview mirror, and John shook his head speechlessly. "What do you want to ask?"

"No, I don't want to ask," John blinked. "You don't want to tell me, and I don't want you to lie to me." Sherlock whitened his fingers holding the steering wheel, but said nothing.

"We're here." Fortunately, the embarrassing moment in the car didn't last long, and Sherlock wouldn't think about anything else when he entered the working state. Mycroft, who followed behind, patted John.

"Don't talk, it will expose the fact that you have bugged the car." After finishing speaking, John followed in, and Lestrade who came up behind looked at the dazed Mycroft. "You are a police officer today, as you said."

"Of course, Inspector, follow the command." Mycroft smiled, let them solve the children's affairs by themselves.

"how?"

Sherlock gave John the candy wrapper. "Quick Silver, speed up." Ahead was an abandoned stove in a candy factory. Bypassing the stove, Sherlock saw two curled up children, and the screams rang through the empty factory building.

Police officer Donovan was nearby, and he was the first to rush over. When the two children saw Donovan's cock, they rushed over immediately.Sherlock sensed something was wrong, and took two steps back. The two children had no time to say anything because they were too frightened and weak from taking mercury, and passed out.

"They swallowed mercury and sent them to the hospital for examination." After finishing speaking, Sherlock turned and left. Sure enough, this was the beginning of a conspiracy, and the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.Moriarty, let's see who is the devil and who is the angel.

In Scotland Yard, Lestrade knew that the Holmes brothers were involved in all this, but the children's reaction was really hard to suppress Yoyo's mouth.

Sherlock had planned to ask something out of the child's mouth, but from the reaction at the candy factory, it was obvious what was going on here.

Sherlock did not go back to Scotland Yard with everyone, but took John directly back to 221B.

"Father," Priss said, opening the door for Sherlock. "Daddy."

Sherlock frowned, it was definitely not the right time for Pulis to come back.Seeing Sherlock's face, Pulis was a little scared.John signaled Pulis to hug Sherlock, knowing that Sherlock loved the child after all.

Sherlock hugged Pulis who jumped up, "Chocolate, dust, rust, did father just come back from the scene?"

"That's right," Sherlock said, feeling the chill fading away.However, it was still not the right time for Pulis to come back.

"Sherlock, John, why is the door still open?" Mrs. Hudson came out and looked at the helpless John and Pulis with a puzzled expression.

"John, Mrs. Hudson, you guys rest first, I'll take Priss to my mother." Sherlock looked at the sky, "Don't wait for me."

Prismo remained silent, he liked staying with his grandparents, but he missed the two fathers more, but seeing Sherlock's face, Pris knew it wasn't suitable.

Sherlock got into the car with Pulis in his arms, "Pliss, I'm very proud of you for getting the quarterly leave. This proves that you are good enough, can I put my hopes in you?"

"Naturally, Father." Priss held up the badge issued by the school. "My name is Holmes."

"Holmes is omnipotent." The father and son said in unison, with the eavesdropping Mycroft also laughing.

It was already late at night when we arrived at Holmes' old house. The old Holmes and his wife had already gone to sleep, and the old butler came out to greet them. "Grandpa George~" Priss had fallen asleep in the car, and didn't respond when she was carried out of the car by Sherlock, but woke up immediately after being transferred into the butler's arms.

"Young master, my little Priss, why are you here late at night?" George was about to go in with the little guy in his arms. After walking a few steps, he turned around, "Sherlock? Do you want to come in?"

"I thought you had forgotten your little fun." Sherlock said to the old housekeeper who watched the two brothers when they were children. Since the two brothers left home, old George has been taking care of the two old people, but as long as the two brothers When he came back, old Holmes would give old George a vacation, and let him go to his own home to enjoy the family relationship. For the convenience of going back and forth, old Holmes moved the George family to the next door to his house.

"I'll always be like this to you, and I won't change unless you change your temper." Old George shook his head, snickering with Priss, they all knew that Sherlock hated the feeling of being ignored the most.

In the early morning, Sherlock looked at Pulis, who was curled up obediently in his arms like a kitten while sleeping, lying on his chest with his limbs splayed. He really couldn't be deceived by the superficial image, the little doctor was better.

"Sleep well," Sherlock got out of bed lightly. He felt that it was necessary to discuss it with his parents to save himself from being nagged in the future.After going downstairs, I saw Holmes and his wife sitting at the breakfast table. Old Holmes was reading a newspaper. This seemed to be a must-have habit for British men, reading newspapers for breakfast.

"Come down to have your breakfast," Mrs. Holmes chuckled. "Little Sherl wants to have a world with John, so sending Priss over late at night is really inappropriate, isn't it?"

Sherlock ate his porridge blankly.

"You have always disliked sweets, how did you know it was made of chocolate?" Old Sherlock Holmes said without thinking, and Sherlock understood it. "John's chocolate pie is good, let him make it for my father sometime."

"No, let's go and have a look when we have time." After finishing speaking, old Holmes put down the newspaper and went back upstairs, but with breakfast for Pulis in his hand, it seemed that he had gone to see his grandson.

"Your father is worried about you." Mrs. Holmes looked at her son who pretended to be innocent. "Go."

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☆, plan to start?

Inexplicably kicked out by his parents who already knew about the situation, Sherlock was a little depressed, and at the same time, his dislike for classmate McCoff also increased to a higher level. He must have called his parents.But don't tell him. .

In the early morning, the visitors from 221B had arrived. John looked at the proud Donovan and Anderson, and then at the tangled and helpless Lestrade. He first stroked Mrs. Hudson and invited everyone upstairs.

"Want tea? We bought a new tea set. You know Sherlock's habits. Sherlock threw away the only clean set when Moriarty came last time."

"You don't need to delay, we all know where he went." Anderson looked at the calm John with his jaw up.Donovan on one side had the same expression.

"Anderson, you really don't think about divorce? You are a good couple."

Lestrade sat helplessly on another chair, John flexed his wrist, picked up a cup of tea, and the space became quiet again.

Sherlock saw the police car at the door, smiled, opened the door and went upstairs, and did not choose to send a message to John, but he believed that John knew how to do it, and had to say that it was much earlier than expected.At least some information he hasn't found yet, but it doesn't hinder the final result.Maybe get it from Ebner.

"The fugitive you're looking for is back." John pointed to the door, and when the three of them turned around, John picked up his coat.dress well.

Sherlock opened the door and saw the scene inside the room. "Should I be glad you didn't bring more officers?"

"Actually they're already on their way," Donovan showed Sherlock the phone, "I informed the Scotland Yard police when you came in, and you should know that it won't take less than five minutes for them to get here. "

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and put his coat on the chair, John watched in disapproval as Sherlock resumed his bad habits. "Lestrade, you know I will not go with you."

Sherlock's relaxed expression made Lestrade's doubts increase rather than decrease.What the Holmes brothers were doing, he had already said. The concealed anger and worry about the brothers made Lestrade feel that it might indeed be a safer choice to put Sherlock in prison.

"It's just a routine question, come with us." Lestrade pointed to the coat and motioned for Sherlock.Then I was satisfied to see that he picked it up and put it on very cooperatively.

John stood up, and Anderson and Donovan turned quickly to be alert. "Relax, relax. I just think we'll save ourselves another trip when we're released on bail."

"Relax," Sherlock motioned, "What kind of mentality did you guys come in with?" After speaking, he looked at Lestrade, eyes completely different from those of Mycroft with the same seriousness, Lestrade turned Head ignored, "Let's go."

Downstairs, the police cars arrived one after another, the red and blue lights were already flashing, he went down the stairs and closed the door.John smiled and looked at Sherlock who turned back, "I brought enough money, as long as you are not a felony."

"There will be no more serious crime than him." Donovan seemed to want to escort Sherlock, but failed, perhaps because of years of psychological pressure.

"What about Moriarty?" Sherlock acted as John shifted his attention.

"Lestrade, you know I'll never ride in a police car." Sherlock held Lestrade's gun, and John was behind him, holding it like a gun in his hand.Facing the police, Sherlock backed away step by step. "I should thank you for not choosing the handcuffs, Inspector."

The old comm rings, and Lestrade looks at his phone. Mycroft is clearly in some club early in the morning, and the text says, 'Leaving would be a good choice.' MH, P`S I only have one younger brother. 'Does that mean Sherlock won't be put in danger?Lestrade wondered if he could understand Mycroft's Sherlock Holmes-style dialogue with normal thinking.However, he chooses to believe.

"Put down the gun," Lestrade called to his police officer, "let them go." He said this almost breathlessly, should he be grateful for Sherlock's influence in Scotland Yard for so many years, at least not one police officer would choose to shoot him.

"Ready?" Sherlock looked back at John.

"When I know you." John smiled, but Sherlock didn't see it.

"OK, with my hand." With a flip of his hand, Sherlock grabbed John, and the two disappeared into the eyes of the Scotland Yard police officers.

Fortunately, it's working hours now, and the venue was obviously cleared before. As for who did it, the neighbor of 222B is the only candidate.Turning out of Baker Street, Sherlock led John into a shop.

John came out in a moment, Sherlock later.

Sherlock went out the back door and hailed a taxi.

"Where are you going, sir?"

"Rousseau Bridge, West Bank." Sherlock lowered his head and operated the phone.

“We will be there soon”

Sherlock contacted Ansiya, he needed to know what happened to McCoff, but the rare Ansiya did not reply, and while guessing, Sherlock found that the car had stopped.The driver opened the back door, "Here we are."

Sherlock got out of the car, "This is not the Rousseau Bridge,"

"Yes, little Sherlock can't find his homeless companion~" With the familiar enchanting voice, Moriarty turned his head and drove.

"Hi!" Sherlock watched the taxi drive away, and sent the location and license plate number to McCoff.

Four 10 minutes later, Mycroft wrote back, 'He's missing. MH'

'Later than I thought. SH' Sherlock adjusted his coat and continued to exchange information with the homeless man.And there are several killers in the distance behind him.

The next day, the former genius detective became a wanted criminal, and the newspapers were full of Sherlock's previous cases and Moriarty's true identity.For a time, this was the most unbelievable thing and conversation material for Londoners, and the people who had been helped by Sherlock were also divided into two factions, but these Sherlocks were not worried.Because he got a message on his phone, 'Surprise~'

John received a call from his sister, but did not respond.

Mrs. Hudson convinced herself to be calm, she had to trust Sherlock.as always.

Angelo looked at John who came to eat alone, "I believe him." John nodded and smiled.

One day and one night was enough for Sherlock to enjoy being suspected.Moriarty turned the red wine glass in his hand, the corners of his mouth raised.Things are going pretty well, aren't they?

Moran looked at the boss with a blank expression on his face.

It was rare for Mycroft not to turn on the surveillance camera on Baker Street. At this time, he didn't want to see any news about Sherlock, except for the locator that was still receiving signals.

The Holmeses took Price out on vacation, within safe limits.

"Kate, you say,"

"No, it's impossible. Miss Adler." Kate looked at the relaxed Irene Adler, and handed her a glass of whiskey, "Enjoy the peace. Wait for the result."

"It's not fun." Erin took a sip of whiskey, and Kate ignored her.Turn around and go out to clean up.

The author has something to say: the saved manuscripts have been used up, and this chapter was coded out on the morning of the 25th.

☆, fall

On the roof, Sherlock looked at Moriarty who had been waiting there for a long time.

"How?" Moriarty turned around.

"what?"

"Whatever," Moriarty spread his hands, "too much, isn't it."

Sherlock walked to the side and looked at the few scattered people coming and going below. "Calculating, how many times have we met?"

"I don't know, you and I have fought countless times, both openly and secretly," Moriarty smiled, "But now, everything is coming to an end."

"You once said that everyone has a weakness. What is your weakness?" The phone issued several indication tones, and the positions of the people below began to change.Sherlock's brain was racing, and he and Mycroft had discussed this item but were not sure what Moriarty was going to do.

"Boring," Moriarty thought for a moment before replying, "I'm going to be bored soon."

"You will have a lot of business soon." Sherlock turned his head, "However, you have lost your opponent."

"Aha, you admit it." Moriarty danced, "I beat you, so I'm bored. And soon, you will disappear from this world."

"You want to kill me?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow.Moriarty's profile says he never committed a crime himself, that's why they couldn't arrest him, except for the theft where he didn't steal anything, they couldn't find any reason to arrest him, other than the secret Arrests, but from last experience it seems that this has no effect on Moriarty's criminal organization at all.

"No, no," Moriarty shook his head in disgust, "You will choose suicide."

"Why are you so sure?" Sherlock already knew Moriarty's purpose, and sent the action code with his hand in his pocket.

"You are a liar now, no one will believe you, I caused your failure, is there any chance of you turning around?" Moriarty motioned Sherlock to look downstairs, "Look at the people below, they We all know that you are a liar, you are not a genius at all, you are just an ordinary person."

"Your information, I unlocked it, that's the password, open your program, this is the way you invade, you implant the virus." Sherlock rolled his eyes, "And you can fake your identity as long as you call out the file Easily overturned, why do you pretend to be the host of the show? Any normal occupation is better than this, Richard Brooke, are you for this name?"

"Speaking of which, yes, because the only person with this name who looks like me is the show host." Moriarty lamented his imperfect plan, "but it's okay. Besides, don't you really think Didn't anyone know before I invaded? No, I have backup everywhere, like minions."

"Where did you find those substitutes?" Sherlock turned his head and looked at the helpless Moriarty.

"There are always one or two people in the world who look similar and have undergone clever plastic surgery. It is not difficult to copy people who are exactly the same. I call this imperfect Dolly." Moriarty raised one corner of his mouth, "You said It’s okay to be a stand-in. But our current technology has improved.”

"How far have you progressed?"

"You won't know, because you won't be able to see." Before Sherlock wanted to speak, Moriarty stopped him. "Don't try to delay, you can't find a second way. And."

"And what?" Sherlock felt the vibration from the phone, and frowned, which was more in line with Moriarty's seemingly helpless Sherlock Holmes.

"And, if you don't die, it will be your little doctor, the landlord, and your detective who helped you detoxify. What are you going to call him? Some people told me that it was McCoff's lover, your brother's The tastes are pretty much the same." Moriarty expressed emotion, then patted his head, "Look, I forgot to say, do you still remember the killers around your house? Do you think they are all dispatched? No, At least, there are enough people and strength to kill the people I mentioned above. Although, it’s a pity that your parents’ kid is heavily protected, but I don’t think you care about him, do you? Ignoring this flaw, our plan is roughly Perfect isn't it?"

"Us?" Sherlock's criteria for judging Moriarty's ability to grasp intelligence was raised by another level. Mycroft on the other side of the bug frowned. It seemed that the nobles were really confused.

"You have been cooperating with me, and you think I can't see it?" Moriarty laughed. "If you are really overwhelmed by the news, you are not worthy of being Sherlock Holmes."

"Don't make it sound like you're our third brother, one Mycroft is enough." Sherlock tried to cut Moriarty off.

"But you didn't think of that," Moriarty pointed downstairs. "I'm not going to expose my crimes to your bum friends and bumbling London police."

"Clumsy I agree."

"I don't just want to defeat you, I want you to die." Moriarty opened his mouth, "Voluntarily die, your death is my best advertisement, just like your cooperation in court, you don't May be counting on which court will give me a fair verdict, as long as it has a jury and a judge."

"Now, the victor is the devil." Moriarty looked at the watch in his hand. "Do you know what the devil likes to see the most? Angels, desperate expressions."

Sherlock didn't refute, because he saw a person approaching in the distance.john.

"Aha, the audience is here." Moriarty leaned out, "Maybe the audience is you, two choices, you watch John Watson get shot in the head here, you have to believe in Moran's level, especially When in the shadows. Or, let John Watson watch his detective, Sherlock the Liar Holmes. Fall."

"Why are you so obsessed with the word falling? Can't you just say let me fall?" Sherlock saw Moriarty's distorted facial features with satisfaction. "Besides, I still have a third way." Sherlock turned over and clamped Moriarty backwards, "Miss Irene Adler told me that Moriarty has a habit of setting termination codes, which is a good idea." Habit. Do you want to go down? Or terminate your operation?"

"You have also learned to use traitors." Moriarty said with a relaxed face, "Should I congratulate you?"

"Now, it's you who makes the choice."

"If, without the termination code, my men would have only one command to terminate the operation,"

"Yes, it looks like that's my death, but now, stop." Sherlock saw that John was about to pass the road, and the reflection of the sniper not far away was faintly visible.

"Yes, Over." Moriarty broke free from the grip, took out a pistol and hit himself on the head without hesitation.

A terminated command can no longer be issued.

Sherlock picked up the phone. "do it according to plan."

"I will take care of John." McCoff gave Ebner instructions in the office.

Sherlock frowned on the balcony, and John had already seen him.The phone vibrated, and Sherlock saw John waiting for him to answer the phone.

"Sherl. I didn't guess that."

"There's a lot more you haven't guessed,"

"Yeah, Sherlock Holmes's thinking can never be followed by ordinary people."

"Jack, you are not an ordinary person, you are also a Sherlock Holmes."

"Are you proposing? When you were standing on the roof."

"You can understand that, but I hope you can"

"I can't, Sherlock Holmes, I won't promise you anything more as long as you don't come down from that!"

"I'll be down soon."

"Your weird thinking! I'm not saying, OH, no, you can't!"

"Goodbye," Sherlock hung up the phone and jumped off the roof.

The author has something to say: what’s more now,,, I’m about to start school,,, the school’s network is not very stable, so,,, if the update is uncertain in the first few weeks of school, please forgive me here , I will try my best to ensure daily updates.Do my best.

☆、Two years later

Two years later, at the afternoon tea in [-]B, Mrs. Hudson put the cookies in front of Irene, "To be honest, really, Irene, if you don't come to parties from time to time, I'm the only old lady left."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Hudson, this kind of life won't be too long." Irene picked up the cookie, with a familiar taste, wondering if that guy wanted it.

At this time, John looked at the person in front of him, "Tea time. Where do you want to go?"

Sherlock smiled, "Anything." For a person who has just returned to England, everything is so beautiful.

When the iconic trench coat hit the streets of London, the internet exploded.But these are not what Sherlock and others need to care about. At this time, sitting around the small table in Mrs. Hudson's house, Sherlock helplessly comforted Mrs. Hudson who was already crying and out of breath.

Pulis was sitting in Lestrade's arms, and Mycroft was watching the play leisurely with a teacup. John's expression was calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but after these two years, Sherlock could already see that John is angry.

"Introduce a newcomer to everyone." Sherlock pointed to the knock on the door. "I met on the road, a genius. For the time being, he is my apprentice." Woohoo, this kid came at the right time. The atmosphere is almost embarrassing.

After William walked in, before he even introduced himself, Pulis said it all, "Father, I will take Brother William to familiarize himself with the environment, especially the road from here to Barts Medical College. He will Useful."

"You met him after you returned to London, and how did you get a former genius to a drug concentration camp?" Mycroft pinched the information in his hand, which was the laboratory that Sherlock helped find the school before. Genius, it's just that the kid gave up studying after graduating from high school.

"I call this the experience a genius must have," Sherlock said, adapting well to McCawfar's debunking of him, which was originally an introduction to the topic.

"I still have something to do at the police station," Lestrade got up, and he wanted to leave. Naturally, Mycroft would not stay for long. Irene took Mrs. Hudson away, and in an instant, only Sherlock and John were left in the room.

I was speechless for a while.

Sherlock looked at John, whose expression remained unchanged.Touch your nose.

"You..." John couldn't help but speak first, because Sherlock held him in his arms, and John felt that he would be strangled to death by Sherlock if he didn't speak again.

"I know, I was wrong." Sherlock raised his eyes. The experience of the past two years made him understand what he wanted. He originally thought that he would be excited about the Moriarty case because he met this opponent. In the past two years, he has been dealing with Moriarty's forces or himself all the time, but he doesn't have the same feeling as before. That's right, Moriarty didn't die, and it was Moriarty who found him. A double, hypnotized with Indian hypnotism, he became invulnerable.

After sorting out his thoughts, Sherlock discovered a constant source of excitement, John.He was extra interested in those cases not only because of their difficulty, but also because of the presence of John.recognize