[Comprehensive British and American] Adventures of the Master

"I can't believe that a person who had been lying motionless in bed for more than a week, just woke up, and your hospital let him run away." Lestrade stood in the security room of the hospital with a sullen face.

"This gentleman's physical fitness is very good. When he just woke up, we gave him an examination. His indicators are all normal, so we didn't send someone to guard the ward. Besides, if this person is needed by your police , You should at least send someone to guard." The director of the hospital did not intend to take the blame.

Lestrade took a deep breath. It is true that he hadn't had time to send someone over, but such a big man ran away from the ward. Could it be that none of the doctors and nurses in the hospital saw him?

Now is not the time to argue with this aggressive dean. It has been more than an hour since he was not seen. No matter whether the person has left the hospital or not, he must send someone to start searching.

At this moment, Sherlock, who was checking the surveillance on the chair beside him, stood up abruptly, and said while rushing out, "I'm going to catch me! See you later."

Sherlock was wearing a mask and hat, which he had bought himself from a small shop along the way.It was tightly covered, so the dean didn't notice that the "patient" he had just lost was running around under his nose, and only regarded him as a member of the police.

But he apparently recognized the original patient lying in the hospital bed.

"Sheriff, I don't know if you still remember the news last year, didn't it say that Sherlock committed suicide and jumped off the building..."

Lestrade didn't bother to talk to him, and Mycroft had already made arrangements there.At that time, the whole of Great Britain will see Sherlock's magnificent return.There is no need to tell an outsider about this.

The most urgent task now is to inform his subordinates to find that man.

Lestrade walked to the corridor and called Donavan, his subordinate.

"What's the matter, sir?" Donavan quickly connected the phone.

"A person we want to track down has slipped away from the hospital. Now you take a group of people to look for it. The hospital is..." Lestrade ordered. When his subordinates asked him for a contact photo, he suddenly got stuck. It took a long time speechless.

"Sir?" Donavan, who was waiting to go out to investigate, asked suspiciously.

Lestrade wiped his face before continuing, "Forget it, there is no need to search. You can go on with your work."

If he sends a face that looks exactly like Sherlock's to the police station for his officers to search, it will definitely cause a huge sensation in the police station.

He probably didn't have to wait for the next day's newspaper, he would immediately see the headline "Sherlock Suspected of Suspected Death? The Metropolitan Police Department is conducting an all-out search" in the evening paper in the afternoon.

Although Donavan hung up the phone in confusion, when he looked up, he saw Anderson came to her office at some point, staring closely at her every move.

She already felt several curious eyes cast here from all directions in the office.

Donavan stared at Anderson fiercely, seeing that he was still standing there motionless.

She took a deep breath and randomly picked up a document from the table.

"Come with me." She got up and whispered to Anderson fiercely. She didn't know what was wrong with Anderson, but the office was obviously not a good place to talk.

She went directly to Anderson's forensic room, where almost no one came here except when there was a murder case.

Anderson came in quickly after her and locked the door behind her.

Donavan folded his hands on his chest and rolled his eyes wide.

"Well, why did you fall ill today again! You have to go to work..." Donovan asked angrily, but before she could finish speaking, Anderson hurriedly interrupted him.

"Did you call from Lestrade just now? What did he ask you to do?"

"Yes, uh... wait! Why are you asking this?" Donavan was taken aback by the question, and subconsciously replied.

"What did he ask you to do? What case is it? I'll go with you!" Anderson beamed with joy, staring at her even more frantically.

Donavan frowned, "There is no case, Anderson, I really suggest you see the psychiatrist in the bureau now. Since there is nothing else, please step aside now, I'm going back to work." Bypassing Anderson, he opened the door and went out.

Anderson was left alone in the office.

"XXX Hospital, I heard it." Anderson murmured, all of which was repeated by Donavan when he confirmed the location with Lestrade. "I want to go now, maybe it's too late."

After speaking, Anderson walked out.

Donavan, who returned to his seat, saw Anderson walking straight across the hall, and couldn't help frowning.

"Forget it, never mind." Donavan put the weird Anderson behind him and continued with his work.

Middle-earth.

There is no life on the black land, no tree or grass can survive here, and there are scorched earth and gravel with a sulfur smell everywhere.

There is a huge volcano not far away, and the huge power of that volcano can be felt from a distance.The crater emits a disturbing fire, and small streams of magma spew out from time to time, making people daunting and afraid to approach.

Not far from the volcano, there is a tall black tower. At the top of the black tower is a giant eye made of flames, which is turning in all directions, as if searching for something in the earth.

Suddenly, the eyes of the flames turned their gazes down, fixedly staring at somewhere in the open space below.

The Orcs and the aliens who were building weapons in the city felt the sight and the coercion that came with it, and they all fell to the ground in fear, not daring to move.

After a long time, the magic eye turned away and continued to look into the distance, searching for the whereabouts of the Supreme Lord of the Rings.

The Orc below resumed his work with lingering fear, and the orc who was the supervisor whipped his whip fiercely to make his subordinates speed up.

William let out a long breath with lingering fear in creating a parallel space with magic.After seeing this thing with his own eyes, he felt that the magic eye was extremely evil.He has been avoiding looking directly at him, and just buried his head in the road for a long time before he couldn't help but look up, and he didn't expect to be noticed immediately.

That's right, William is heading to Mount Doom on foot.

Because the specific location of the crater is unknown, the portal only opened to the outside of Morgoth.

Mages can also fly spells. William looked at the Ringwraiths flying above his head and decided to walk there.

After a whole day of walking, William finally reached the platform of the crater.

"I hope it will work." After William finished speaking, he stretched out a hand from the parallel space and threw the dagger down.

The magic eye noticed it immediately.The black flames flourished and made an angry hissing sound.

But the anger was useless, the dagger quickly fell into the magma and melted in the hot golden magma.

After a while, William saw the magma start bubbling like boiling water.

William immediately drew a space door and left.

The boiling of the magma became more and more violent, like a pot of water that was about to boil violently.

The half-orcs working in the distance also sensed the unusual movement of the volcano, stopped their work one after another, and looked up at the volcano suspiciously.

I saw that the crater, which had been emitting red light all year round, dimmed for a moment, and then violently burst out with hot light, accompanied by a huge rumbling sound.

The volcano erupted.

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