[Comprehensive English and American] King's Gentleman

"Found it!" Sherlock yelled.

Eggsy went to the bathroom to see what clues Sherlock had found, "This is?..."

Scraps of blank roll paper.

"Watson told me in Morse code that there will be a ball at the Grant Hotel tonight at eight o'clock." Sherlock pointed to the bumps that had been poked out on the scraps of roll paper.

"Grant Hotel?" Eggsy asked puzzled.

"The signing meeting of the Mycroft trade agreement will be at the Grant Hotel." Sherlock looked at the time and said, "Molan may appear at the ball at eight o'clock."

Because of the particularity of the agreement, the British and American parties arranged the negotiation and signing venue in the conference hall of the Grant Hotel.

"Maybe Watson will show up at the ball at eight o'clock." Sherlock interpreted the clues left by Watson and said, "Let's go to the Grant Hotel first to see if there are any clues."

Eggsy then sent a text message to inform Harry of their situation.

Harry found an excuse to withdraw from the shooting range.

The three drove to the Grant Hotel.

But in order not to startle the snake, it is very difficult to find clues in a huge historic hotel in a limited time.

I had no choice but to wait for the ball to come at eight o'clock according to the clues provided by Watson.

It was around seven o'clock in the evening.

Eggsy and Harry changed their dresses and entered the arena together, and the other Kingsman also entered the hotel in ambush, monitoring every move in the hotel, searching for possible clues of rebellion.

Lancelot wore a high-end black dress that highlighted his figure, and walked towards Eggsy and Harry holding a handbag.Talk to them in a low voice.

"Several suspected perpetrators were found on the second floor, and they have been targeted one by one," Lancelot said.

But Watson's whereabouts have not yet been found.

Sherlock sat in his seat and kept looking at his watch. If there was no breakthrough by eight o'clock, he would use his own methods to search for Watson. Before the agreement signing meeting was over, he must find Watson. The whereabouts of the students and dragged Moran out.

Mykrokov saw that at the ball, people were laughing and laughing, talking with wine or dancing hand in hand. Only Sherlock sat anxiously on his seat, not even drinking a drop of the wine on the table.

Mycroft walked to Sherlock's side.

Seeing Mycroft coming, Sherlock couldn't even sit down, stood up and told Mycroft about the progress.

This time Moran really did a good job, and he didn't even leave a single flaw. The most important thing is that he kept the time very tight. The time from Watson's kidnapping to the time limit for them was even less than 48 hours.

"We still have time," Mycroft reassured his brother.

"If..." Sherlock said, unable to bring out the words that he would absolutely prevent from happening, "would you sign that document?"

In fact, signing the document does not mean that there will definitely be economic problems. Sherlock firmly believes that with Mycroft's IQ, he can turn around even a dead end. Overtime.

"Xiali, you know this has nothing to do with whether I sign the document or not. In any case, Watson must be rescued before the end of the meeting." Mycroft said, "I will extend the meeting time as much as possible."

Eggsy also checked the time, and it was almost eight o'clock.

Yet they haven't gotten any groundbreaking leads.

At this moment, Sherlock saw a man in the crowd who was neatly combed in an evening dress, walked gracefully, and had the temperament of a nobleman walking towards him.

Sherlock didn't react for a moment.

Sherlock was surprised that Watson walked towards him without incident, and just about to open his hands to greet him, "You shaved..."

Before Sherlock finished speaking, he was even more astonished by the scene that followed.

He half-turned his body mechanically, and saw that Watson was not walking towards him, but walking towards Mycroft, without even turning his eyes at him.

"May I ask you to dance?" Watson extended his hand inviting Mycroft.

"Of course." Mycroft was also startled, and then he held Watson's hand and walked onto the dance floor together.

Standing aside, Eggsy and the others also noticed this scene, and immediately walked to Sherlock's side.

"Watson has appeared, the kidnapper and others must be watching here." Harry said, he scanned the surrounding scene with his glasses, and Merlin immediately analyzed the data through the video to see where the murderer was hiding.

If they dared to release the hostages so boldly, they would be watching closely.

"It seems that you remember the dance steps we used to dance?" Sherlock read Watson's mouth, and for the first time in his life, he doubted his ability to read lips.He must have read something wrong, right? !What's happening here?Why can't he, who has a super-high IQ brain, react to what he sees in front of him!

Even though he could analyze that this was what Moran asked Watson to do, and Watson might be carrying something controlled by Moran, but Sherlock didn't understand, why Mycroft?Why not yourself?Shouldn't dancing be with yourself? !

"Touch my lower back," Watson said. "Molan put a chip bomb in his dress. It's not very powerful, but it's enough to blow me into a pulp."

Mycroft and Watson danced with their arms around their waists, and groped his lower back according to Watson's intentions. Sure enough, there was a chip stuck under the dress.

"He told you not to tamper with the agreement, otherwise he could detonate me at any time." Watson said, "Now, kiss my hand to show him that you understand."

Watson followed Moran's instructions.

The dance didn't stop.

Mycroft drew Watson's hand to his lips, and he hesitated for a moment before kissing it reverently.

They continued to dance with their arms around each other,

Eggsy noticed that Sherlock's eyes were almost popping out.

He was also very puzzled about the reason and relationship.

"Perhaps it's the last dance." Watson said, slightly raising the corners of his lips in a slight smile.

Just like when he was young.That smile, with shining eyes.

In the dance, time seems to flow, like the tide receding back to when the years are mottled like light and shadow through the leaves, the air is intertwined with the fragrance of lilies and roses.

At that time, he was still just an Oxford student.

Through the introduction of my cousin, I met Mycroft, who is an Oxford alumnus, in order to let him help me out of a trouble.

That year, he was 21 years old and Mycroft was 37 years old.

"No, you'll be all right," said Mycroft. "I'll sign that agreement."

If it is said that he never planned to sign the agreement from the very beginning, because he knew from the beginning that Moran's purpose was not to sign the agreement, but only Watson's life.But now his thoughts are shaken, in this dance, in the kiss, in his smile as bright as yesterday.

Even though he understood that this was what Moran really wanted.

What Moran wants is not a one-sided victory, he even wants a double-sided victory.That is to say, he wants both the agreement and Watson's life. A double copy is always better than a single copy. What's more, what can give people the greatest sense of victory than defeating one who thinks everything is expected but has to make mistakes?

Watson smiled and shook his head.

You know it has nothing to do with signing papers or not.

As Mycroft said to Sherlock who had never been more anxious.

"Sherlock will save you," said Mycroft.

"Perhaps," said Watson. "Let us have this last dance."

Watson said, resting his head on Mycroft's shoulder, and swaying slightly, they danced their last dance.

Time is like yesterday.

It seems that they were holding each other's hands yesterday, walking on the Oxford campus.

With the piano accompaniment of his companion and everyone listening, he looked at Mycroft sitting in front of him and sang a touching love song only for him.

Afterwards, he became a fan of paper and money, singing and singing every night, squandering all the arbitrariness that only he had the capital to squander in his youthful and frivolous years.

Maybe money and love are both squandered, and they all come from a class that is never short of it.

Reason will be squandered.

After countless times of separation and reconciliation, they finally broke up completely, severed, and had no further contact.

Because Mycroft had always understood that being with him would destroy him.

As a young man, he didn't understand, didn't want to understand, and still didn't want to understand, but after all, his love for Mycroft overshadowed this.

For this reason, Watson went to a foreign battlefield, worked as a military doctor, escaped all troubles, and then returned home due to injury.

I met Sherlock, and with Sherlock, many incredible but incomparable stories happened. His haze dissipated and regained the clear sky.

Until the last Moriarty incident, on the eve of his wedding.

After being introduced by Sherlock, he met Mycroft again. It turns out that Mycroft is Sherlock's elder brother.

Always an incredible life.