[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

After finishing the phone call, Moriarty dropped the phone out of the window, and then glanced out the window: "Wow, the speed of the car is really fast, I guess it will be able to take it out of the city soon."

He turned to say goodbye to Sherlock: "Goodbye, Sherlock... I can't wait to see you lose everything."

Sherlock just stared at the clock hanging on the white wall with an ugly expression, his eyes were a little ashamed, as if the other party's words had broken his resistance.

The door closed slowly, blocking the sight of the two of them.

Sherlock lay quietly on the bed, listening to the messy footsteps outside the door, he was almost sure that they were all from Moriarty, Moriarty's footsteps were mixed in, it was not obvious, but he recognized it, He silently counted the opponent's steps, waited for a short time, and at the moment when he was sure that he was far enough away, the right hand locked on the edge of the bed violently hit, breaking his thumb with the bedpost, and he let out a muffled grunt , struggled to free his right hand.

He carefully pulled out the tube wrapped in the blood vessel, frowned and flicked off the blood beads on it, and used the injection needle to pry open the handcuffs on the other side.

Although he cooperated with a very wavering and desperate performance, Sherlock felt that he didn't care about Watson's choice as much as Moriarty imagined. Insensitivity, as if through a transparent glass cover, he knew what it was, but those things didn't directly affect him.

The only time Sherlock was directly impacted by "ordinary emotions" was when his pet dog Redbeard was killed when he was young, and that was the only time in his memory that he cried until he collapsed.

The extremely clever Sherlock has not figured out why until now, he would be so sad, he classified it as a dangerous isolation area, and locked him in the spiritual darkness forever, and since then he has been almost invincible.

Until the appearance of John Watson.

Watson, Sherlock blinked his eyes. He knew that the other party loved Mary very much. Even if he didn't understand love that well, he also knew that Watson dedicated all the most beautiful feelings and promises that belong to ordinary people to Mary. So in his thinking, Watson has to choose So in his thinking, the probability of Watson choosing Mary is much higher than his. Since it is higher than him, then of course he will not wait here obediently for her It was a logical decision, but Sherlock always felt that something was wrong.

It felt like when he was sitting on the ground and meticulously folded a whole sofa table napkin for Watson's wedding. He was [-]% sure that the angle and pattern of his folding were perfect, but he always felt that there was something wrong with it. What's not right... It's just that he still hasn't understood what's wrong.

Those ordinary people's emotions sometimes require Watson to teach him before he can understand, but that time he didn't ask.

He just filled the second sofa with table paper in the style of the opera house in a bored way. He actually prefers the shape of the paper crane, but Mary likes the opera house.

When Sherlock glanced at the painkiller in the medicine cabinet, he considered for a few seconds, but gave up. The anesthesia effect would reduce his mental strength, after all, he had to face the guys outside the door alone now.

He pushed open the door.

******

Watson trembled his lips, his voice was a little low, and he said a name, but neither Tony nor Steve could hear it clearly.

"Moriarty's number?" Tony asked, took the phone and looked up, "Jarvis."

[sir? 】

"position."

[Respect your wish. 】

It was only at this moment that Watson grabbed Tony by the collar as if he had a sudden reaction. He held his collar tightly with slightly trembling hands, and said in a low voice, "Mary..."

"What?" Tony coughed. The wound on his neck hurt a little from Watson's pulling, but he didn't push him away. He could see the other person's emotion.

"Mary..." Watson repeated in a murmur, "she is in danger."

"What's up with her?"

After saying an address, Watson hesitated for a few seconds, his expression was dazed for a moment, and then he repeated his firmness. It seemed that it was extremely difficult to say this sentence, but he finally said, "Mary's life is in danger now... Tony, Please, save her."

Tony froze for a moment. With Watson's character, he would never miss any rescue operation, not to mention that the person in danger was his former fiancée. Eyebrows: "You asked Moriarty about Sherlock, what did he answer?"

"He said he hadn't seen him." Watson smiled stiffly and closed his eyes, "But I can be sure that Sherlock and Moriarty are together."

[You have accepted the mission [Rescue Mary], [Rescue Sammy's Family]. 】The system sounded.

Rescuing Sherlock was not included in his mission... Tony thought, this is Watson's answer to the multiple choice question.

[sir, the target position is moving rapidly. 】The system manager said, 【Towards the outside of the city... sir, a video software has been transmitted to my system, which is the same website that the captain and the others received when you disappeared last time. 】

"...Let me guess, it's Little Sammy and his family?" Tony pressed his forehead.

[No, there are no children, only the couple, in different rooms. 】

"...Well, crack the source of the video address as soon as possible, and then notify Sol and Hulk." Tony said, "Continue to track the location of that phone."

[Yes, sir. 】

Tony turned his head to look at Watson again, "How are you sure?"

"...I heard his voice, a very low hum, but I heard it." Watson lowered his eyes slightly, and answered a little casually. He was trying to calm down. Sherlock and Moriarty were together , this incident alone can bring out enough disturbing memories in him, he still remembers when Sherlock said goodbye, his hands and feet were cold and his heart almost stopped, like, almost all senses were not his own all of a sudden Yes, at the moment Sherlock fell down the stairs, they were blurred and discarded and closed as if they were irrelevant. In the only remaining visual senses, only the black figure was imprinted like a replica.

"That's not tenable evidence."

"I know he's there." Watson repeated softly. He couldn't think of much. He knew what he should do now was to go to Mary, and he knew that he should trust that long-lived Sherlock to be there wherever he was. He was able to live, but his heart was already filled with past emotions. In the years when he lost Sherlock, he had regretted it countless times. If he had known where Sherlock was earlier, maybe he was It can be stopped, he kept thinking about the way the street was built, and fantasizing about the scene where he could hold the other party, it almost became a heart disease, making him unable to care about anyone.

"I heard his voice." Watson unconsciously squeezed the gun in his pocket, as if making a promise to himself: "...and this time, I will never be late again."

*****

Sherlock is actually not a very good fighter, but he is good at calculation, his attacks are accurate and ruthless, and he can always bring down the most people with the least moves.

Sherlock slid on the ground with his back against the tiles on the wall, panting, touched the gauze wrapped around his chest, and sure enough, a lot of blood spilled out again. Hearing more people rushing up the stairs, he felt Unfortunately, his own death rate has increased a little.

Then he heard the sound of a gunshot. That person must be very accurate with his marksmanship. He is still a good man. His marksmanship is good enough to kill with one shot, but he only chooses to shoot at non-lethal places. Who is it?Sherlock thought a little dazedly.

"Sherlock!"

Oh, he got it.

In this world, there is only one guy who can call his name in that tone, as if he is the only one who is the most important in his world at this moment, every time he hears the other party call his name, he always feels a little numb satisfy.

His doctor, his best sharpshooter.

Sherlock saw that the guy who was shooting handsomely just now was stumbling towards him, and stumbled comically on the way.

Sherlock felt that what was wrong with him was swept away in an instant. He thought, maybe what Moriarty said was a little bit correct, he really cared more about the other party's choice than he imagined.

Otherwise, he would not be so happy and satisfied. Those "ordinary human beings" emotions that he had most disdained as a burden in the past overflowed his heart. He could hardly control the upward arc of the corners of his mouth when he was satisfied. He wanted to hold tightly Hold each other's hand and never give it to anyone.

"...Redbeard," Sherlock said suddenly.

"What?" Watson helped him up, anxiously wanting to touch his priceless head. Could it be that he was beaten stupid?

Sherlock quietly held the other's hand: "Oh, it's nothing, that's a dog I used to have."

"...you call a dog's name at me?"

"...Well, it was the only stupid guy who would rush at me desperately in the past, and now it doesn't seem to be the only one."

"I said... Actually, you can express your emotion more directly." Watson sighed.

"How is it possible?" Sherlock raised his lips, showing a smile with real warmth, "I'm a high-functioning sociopath."

******

On the other side, Tony, who was standing on the rooftop, was a little annoyed.

He went to the appointment for Watson. His figure was similar to Watson, and he was wearing a mask and a hoodie. The shooter in the distance couldn't confirm whether it was Watson himself, which was a good delay. .

But that's not the point. The point is that the situation on the scene is a little bit more complicated than Tony imagined.

There were five people at the scene, two snipers, Tony, Mary...and the missing little Sammy in Mary's arms.

The muzzles of the two snipers pointed at the two people on the roof, Tony raised the gun to Mary, and the gun in Mary's hand was on the forehead of little Sammy.

Tony looked at the sky, who should shoot whom now?