[Comprehensive British and American] Adventures of the Master

After Watson went back, the more he thought about it, the more something went wrong.

He was going to talk to Lestrade about it, but by accident, he decided to go to 221B first to see Mrs. Hudson.

One year after Sherlock's death, Watson returned to 221B again, visited Mrs. Hudson, and promised to visit her often in the future.

Mrs. Hudson happened to be away, and Watson guessed that she had gone downstairs to chat with the boss in the coffee shop next door.

Watson stood in front of the door in a daze for a while, and then began to feel that his idea was too absurd.

Maybe I just saw the wrong person in the dark?

He shook his head, intending to go back and visit Mrs. Hudson another day.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a person rushing up the steps in front of the door, almost bumping into him face to face.

Just as he was about to apologize, the man took a step back, and Watson was able to see the face of the visitor clearly.

This time he will not be mistaken, it is Sherlock Holmes.

"Oh! Watson! It's you!" Watson was taken aback when he saw Sherlock, and then immediately made a surprise and exaggerated expression, "I'm about to visit you, you are opening a clinic yourself now, right? On XXX Road, right? I'm planning to visit you tomorrow..."

Sherlock couldn't finish, because Watson, full of rage, rushed forward and threw him to the ground, punching him hard on the nose.

Passers-by screamed and avoided, and Mrs. Hudson's screams came from Watson's ears, but he only felt angry, feeling like a fool for the past two years.

Sherlock is not dead, he is still alive, who knows when he returned to 221B, but like a poor little fool, he is afraid of touching the scene and rarely comes here.

Everything is a scam, I am a little fool who was scammed by Sherlock and his brother!

But Mrs. Hudson quickly screamed and pulled them away.

A moment later, in Mrs. Hudson's kitchen, Watson and Sherlock sat opposite each other across the table.

Sherlock was wiping his nosebleeds with the tissues kindly provided by Mrs. Hudson in his hand.

Watson sat across the table without saying a word, his eyes fixed on the door of the restaurant, as if he was going to leave at any time.

Mrs. Hudson brought some biscuits and tea, and warmly invited Watson to have a taste.

Watson took the biscuit and thanked Mrs. Hudson.

Mrs. Hudson also pulled out her chair and sat down, talking in a rambling manner.

It was only then that Watson realized that Sherlock had only returned to 221B this morning. After a quick meeting with Mrs. Hudson, he answered a phone call and left in a hurry.I just came back now, so I met Watson at the door.

"Do you know, Watson, when I opened the door, I almost thought that my old lady was starting to get dizzy and hallucinating, but it turned out to be Sherlock! As soon as he entered the door, he rushed upstairs and said he was looking for you. I didn't have time to tell He moved out a long time ago. I didn't continue to rent the room, and now there is nothing but dust there. Fortunately, Sherlock told me that he plans to move back and continue to rent the house here."

Sherlock on the other side finally stopped the nosebleed, and Mrs. Hudson also began to say that she was very happy that Watson remembered him as an old woman and came to see her.

After finishing speaking, let them enjoy afternoon tea slowly, have a good chat, and leave the kitchen.

Only then did Watson remember the purpose of his trip.

"By the way, Sherlock." Watson turned around and looked at Sherlock with a serious face. "Last night, on XX Street, opposite the Berners Tavern restaurant, was it you who came out of the bakery? Why did you pretend You don't know me? I definitely see it clearly, it's you!" Watson thought of the scene where he was teased last night, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

Sherlock struck the old pose.Prop your elbows on the table, form a tower shape with your hands and five fingers facing each other, and rest your chin on it.

"Do you believe it? Watson." Sherlock did not directly answer Watson's question. "There are two people in the world who have no blood relationship, but they look exactly the same, hair color, pupils, fingerprints, all exactly the same."

Watson was already getting a little angry, "So you want to say that I met someone who looks exactly like you and has nothing to do with you last night? Do you think I'm a doctor, so stupid that I can even believe this?"

Sherlock didn't refute, got up and walked out of the kitchen, went upstairs quickly, and rushed down the stairs quickly, took a file bag in his hand, and threw it in front of Watson.

Watson picked up the file bag on the table in confusion, opened it and poured out the contents.

They are all photos.There is also a thin file.

Watson looked at the document first, which was a preliminary report from the United States on the scene where the suspect was finally captured.

There are also a few photos in the report, it is a man who looks exactly like Sherlock who is unconscious on the ground.

Watson frowned at this picture, isn't this Sherlock?Although the hair has become straight and has a mustache.

He picked up the following photos, all of which were in the hospital. A man who looked exactly like Sherlock was lying unconscious on the hospital bed.

The last photo is a surveillance camera, in which a curly-haired Sherlock is checking the unconscious person on the bed.

The monitoring angle was just right, and the faces of the two were clearly captured.

Watson couldn't believe it when he saw the two identical faces.

"What are you and Mycroft doing? Was this done by someone you arranged?" Watson didn't understand what was going on at all, and the first thing he thought of was Sherlock's almost omnipotent brother, "No, Are you Sherlock?"

Watson's anger at Sherlock for deceiving him for two years did not dissipate so quickly.

"Watson. I want to invite you to find out the truth of this matter with me." Sherlock leaned forward and said enthusiastically.

"What?" Watson was taken aback.

"Have you forgotten the thrill of our investigations together? Those wonderful, interesting cases! Don't you miss that adrenaline rush? Come on, Watson, come back and be my Partner, forget about that boring little clinic! I can give this case five stars! We must not miss this case!"

What answered him was the back of Watson leaving angrily.