[sherlock] It's mine, don't move!

The most numerous bars in this ancient city of London, England, are all kinds of bars on the streets, because the history of British people like drinking beer has a long history, so sometimes when you accidentally walk into an inconspicuous small bar, it is extremely likely With centuries of history, native Londoners always know which pubs are the oldest, the best and the best.

For example, Ye Olde's Crown Pub is world-renowned for its quaint exterior and cozy and tranquil interior.

Legend has it that this pub was built in 1546 as the first pub established by Bishop Goodrich in London, and it has continued to this day since it was built. Although it is located next to two busy lanes, it still gives people A feeling of comfort and tranquility.There are no modern noisy big-screen TVs or other modern bar equipment in the Ye Olde Crown Pub. On the contrary, in this pub, you can still see the pub that has been hanging from the ceiling, including Henry VIII and Queen Victoria. Dozens of well-preserved oil portraits.The hall is mainly made of red cherry wood, and there are a few small rooms to choose from, which not only makes people feel like they are in the elegant and classical environment of the Middle Ages, but also the beer is a must in London, which has always been London The first choice for people to drink and party.

And another old British tradition is that stag nights always end up in the pub.

On that day, Inspector Lestrade was assigned a "task" under the powerful coercion of Mycroft—to find a "safe, lively and stylish" place to spend his last carnival with John. singles night.Therefore, John was taken by Inspector Lestrade to the Ye Olde Coronet Tavern, which he thought would best meet McCaw's requirements.

"Lestrade, you seem to be familiar with this place?" John got out of the car and followed Inspector Lestrade step by step, watching him push open the latticed glass door of the bar familiarly, and turned towards the bar. The bartender and waiter inside waved and greeted casually, obviously they are long-term customers here.

"Oh, of course. Ever since I became an adult, this is one of the places I must visit every week. I have been a regular customer for decades, can you not be familiar with it?" Lestrade took off his black leather gloves nostalgic , holding it in his hand, he suddenly paused as if he had thought of something, and turned around to ask John's opinion: "John, do you want to go into the small room or sit in the hall?"

"Small room?" John glanced around after hearing this, why didn't he find the so-called room door in this bar?Could there be a basement or secret door in this ancient room, according to Inspector Lestrade?

"Yes, I used to deliberately go into the room where the cardinal stayed to drink beer, but it feels normal."

"No, I think we should just find a corner in the living room and sit down." John always felt that it was very strange for two big men to sit in the secret room together, neither to discuss any conspiracy or a couple!

"What wine do you two want?" The young brown-haired and blue-eyed young bar girl in uniform walked over slowly, with one hand on the red cherry wood round table, winked at John, and asked with a smile.

"Are you new here? Jim isn't here?" Jim is the owner and bartender at the tavern.Lestrade looked at the woman who was furiously blinking at John, his heart tightened, and he quickly drew people's attention to him, "I mean, I haven't seen you when I came here last week."

"Jim hasn't been feeling well for the past few days. He's afraid that there won't be enough manpower. Please ask me to come and help out."

"Are you his girlfriend?"

"Oh, what kind of girlfriend is not a girlfriend? It's not nice to say it. It's just a bed partner relationship between you and me. However, the one sitting next to you is really cute, like a... Teddy bear Same, handsome guy, do you have a lover? Do you mind if we go out and talk tonight?" The girl who was talking to Mr. Inspector turned around and approached John again, with a playful smile of interest on her face , the two people present are already aware of the cryptic meaning of the phrase "go out and have a chat" she said.

"You are too much, but unfortunately I already have my heart." John put his fists together on the table, tilted his head, and showed a regretful smile to the girl.

"Tsk, it's easy to become a hot commodity if you look good. Are you free tonight?"

"I'm sorry, no." To be honest, John felt that he was honest and honest, so that people could tell at a glance that he was the kind of person who would never go out with a strange man and woman so casually all night.Could it be that the reason for the good market is that he looks like a stuffed teddy bear and easily makes those women love him?This is too ridiculous!

"He's getting married tomorrow. You'd better get some beer, tonight is a night for singles." Inspector Lestrade felt that he had to come forward to stop him, look!This woman almost wanted to set John on fire with her eyes. If it weren't for the public, she would probably stick to John's body like a piece of brown sugar and couldn't tear it off.This is not allowed!If John flirts with this beauty again tonight, the consequences will be serious!He's going to be ripped apart by someone and sunk under the Thames forever! !Although the great detective's revenge is terrifying, the most terrifying thing is the world's number one devil standing behind him!

"Okay." The glamorous girl shrugged her shoulders regrettably, finally turned her eyes away from John and turned to Inspector Lestrade in dissatisfaction, and asked, "What do you want for beer?"

"Dark Star American Light. How about you, John?"

"Same as you." After all, John is not an Englishman in the traditional sense, and he doesn't know much about the British tradition of drinking beer. However, he believes that with Inspector Lestrade's experience, he can't go wrong if he chooses the same choice. .

The bar girl introduced: "This beer is the signature drink of our Ye Olde pub. It is fermented by American yeast. It has a light color, strong and thick hops, and a slightly sweet taste. It costs 3.5 pounds per pint. Please wait a moment." "

"Wait! Miss, use this to hold beer, please help me fill these two measuring cylinders with 443.7ml." John frowned, and took out two refined glass measuring cylinders with some embarrassment.

Two glass measuring cylinders were placed in front of Lestrade, and a blue line was conspicuously marked on the measuring cylinders at the position of 443.7 milliliters. The inspector and the bar girl looked at the two with eyes that should not have appeared at all. Something on the wine table.

"Is this Sherlock's idea?" It must be said that Inspector Lestrade also knew a little about that detective who had always behaved strangely.One look at John, and he knew that he would not use such a distinctive tool to make public and show off.

"Well, Sherlock must bring it with me." John couldn't help thinking of how the detective tried every means to make him drink from these two pipes before he went out, and stared at him pitifully with a pair of light green eyes. His heart softened for a moment, and then he was stuffed into his pocket and pushed out the door by the big detective who rubbed his nose and face and quickly climbed up.

"...Well, I think so." Inspector Lestrade raised his forehead, then waved his hand to the bar girl, "Just use these two things to hold beer."

She held the glass measuring cylinders one by one in each hand, and then continued to sway, turned around and walked back to the bar. Along the way, she kept throwing glances at the male guests around, but she mumbled carefully The words still came to the ears of John and Inspector Lestrade intermittently, "...Obviously these two look like human beings...tsk...but they have a sick mind..."

"..."

"..."

The one with a sick mind is obviously Sherlock Holmes who was still staying with Mycroft on Baker Street. The two of them are innocent, okay? !This was the inner voice of John and Lestrade who looked at each other.

"John, with your fearless spirit of sacrificing your ego to accomplish your big ego, marrying Sherlock and preventing him from becoming the second deep well ice Moriarty has already made us wish your marriage sincerely from the bottom of our hearts." Ray Inspector Strade held up the graduated cylinder to toast John, raised his head and drank it again, put the graduated cylinder down, reached for the single-handled thin glass flagon on the table, and filled the entire graduated cylinder for himself and John again, Continue to toast, at this time there are already several empty jugs piled up on the red round wooden table.You say those weird stares from other people?Oh can eyes drink? !

"So, I became a 'savior'?" John hiccupped, and his breath was full of slightly sweet alcohol.

"Uh, savior? Do you think you're the Virgin Mary or Jesus Christ? Don't be kidding."

"Sherlock is an atheist, but I am not." After seeing the system, he was completely reduced to a theist, and he was only short of becoming a god stick!

"Why are you thinking about so many messy things? Come on, come on, cheers! Cheers!!" Inspector Lestrade's cheeks were slightly smoked, and he waved his hand at John impatiently while continuing to pour the wine.

"Lestrade, don't drink so hard." John watched the inspector across from him heroically pouring down canister after canister, holding the glass measuring cylinder that didn't drink much beer worriedly, and advised in a low voice.Although the alcohol content of this American light beer is not high, Lestrade can't help drinking it like a cow.John really didn't want to be involved in taking care of a drunk if he didn't enjoy himself on this special night!It's a pity that the sky didn't go his way, and the last thing John wanted to happen happened——Inspector Lestrade got drunk as expected.

then……

"I said, I will definitely find your hidden evidence! You shameless criminal, scoundrel!!" With soft steps, Inspector Lestrade staggered and grabbed a person from the table. While passing by the black vest on the chest of the guest, Mr. Inspector frowned dissatisfied at the fact that he didn't grab the collar.

"What did you say?" The man lowered his head and asked bluntly.

"Let me tell you, I'm a policeman, do the police understand?!"

"so what?"

"I'm the police, you're under arrest, you can call your lawyer, shut up now! Do you hear me? No...don't resist anymore, or...or I'll give you another assault on the police sin... hiccup"

"I assaulted the police, why? Go and sue me, go!!" Following the man's words, he pushed open the door of the tavern, and more than a dozen men who came in one after another moved closer to them. , the glamorous tavern girl who had teased John and the bartenders carefully leaned behind the bar counter and watched the situation here, holding their breath and not even daring to take a breath.

"Don't be impulsive, Lestrade." Seeing that Inspector Lestrade was pushed away by someone and fell back straight, John quickly stood up from the sofa and walked behind Lestrade to stabilize him. body, looked at the group of vicious people with a trace of apologetic eyes, and knew at a glance that they were not easy to provoke, maybe they were members of the gangster in London?John first took Inspector Lestrade back a few steps quickly, and then apologized to the group, "I'm so sorry, he's drinking too much and talking nonsense! Inspector Lestrade, stop making trouble! Come on with me go back!!"

"I. No. Go back!" Lestrade stepped on soft steps, waved his hands as hard as he could to break away from John's restraint, and rushed back when John was stupefied.

"Are you a Scotland Yard policeman?"

"Hurp me... who am I?" Lestrade stared blankly at the bald head with a blank expression. He was wearing a tight black vest and a pair of dark jeans with a few holes in it. The weird tattoo came from his jjj The bronze skin extends to the two wrists, and the whole is a standard dress of gangsters.Who is this guy?Does he know it?

"His nonsense is all drunk, don't take it seriously! Don't worry about it, I'll take him away right away. You continue..." John's heart tightened, and the corner of his eye glanced over this group of strangely dressed people. According to his experience and the memory in his mind, it should be a weapon like a pistol, and more!Don't think that he didn't catch a glimpse from the reflection of the glass surface on the side. Some of them quietly put their hands behind their backs, holding extremely sharp Type 56 three-edged bayonets that had been unsheathed and gleamed coldly. !

This damned Inspector Lestrade, usually seems to be quite reliable, why did he provoke this group of gangsters who can be seen to be not simple when he has a drink, and he can't help but desperately aim at the gun Hit, isn't this suicide? What is it?

"Let me tell you, you can't escape, I already know all your plots, and the law will punish you severely...all of you..." Inspector Lestrade pushed the leader with his palm. With a bald head, his words made the group of people look at each other for a while, and then they seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding and nodded to each other without a trace, and looked at John and the others with fierce eyes.

"Run!!!"

"hiccup"

Relying on the sharpness of a soldier, John felt a cold murderous intent rushing up from the back of his spinal cord in an instant, his whole body trembled, and John instinctively grabbed Inspector Lestrade's hand. When they reacted, they quickly fled from the front door of the tavern closest to them, and got into the side alley that was pitch black under the night, and had to run through London under the pursuit of a large group of people In the streets and alleys of the city, I finally escaped to a narrow gap between two buildings and stuffed it in for refuge.

After seeing the footsteps of all the chasing people running quickly through the gap until they disappeared completely, John was truly relieved at this moment, and then let go of the hand that covered Lestrade's mouth vigorously. Then, after seeing the unidentified vomit in his hand, he vigorously wiped the inspector's coat, which was already drunk and slumped on the ground, in disgust. After thinking about it, he reached out and took out the mobile phone from the inspector's coat pocket, opened it Contacts, quickly swipe down, then stop on a name, press the call button for help. "Officer Donovan? Hurry up and send the police to rescue Inspector Lestrade and me. We are being chased by a group of gangsters! Location? The location is... Let me see... between the third and fourth buildings on Queen Mary Street For a while, we are hiding here, come quickly, they may come back and find us at any time."

"May God bless you!" John, standing in the darkness, sighed helplessly in his heart.Why was his bachelor night wasted on being hunted down?This is too much!

"They can't go...with a drunkard..."

"It must be around here."

"Look for it!"

... When John finally breathed a sigh of relief and waited quietly for the police to come to rescue, the voices of those people came into his ears from far and near!Inspector Lestrade, who the hell are you messing with?Such an organized, armed and intelligent person is more like a terrorist organization than a gangster!John closed his eyes, just put his hands together, and prayed desperately to many gods and Buddhas in the sky in his heart, regardless of whether it was a combination of Chinese and Western, as long as he wanted to get it, he silently shouted in his heart.

"Found it, they are here!!!"

It's over, it's over, it's over!Sure enough, praying to God should not be too complicated! !

"What do you think?" John took a step back vigilantly, and quietly kicked Inspector Lestrade who was sleeping beside him a few times vigorously with his heels, but it was a pity that it didn't work at all.If he is alone, he can run out of this small gap, but he can't leave the detective alone, can he?This detective has always been upright, simple, and kind to others, and he is also a friend recognized by Sherlock. Based on these points, John will never let him have an accident.

"What do you want?" The bald leader rubbed his hands together and cracked his fingers. No matter how weak the colored light from the street lamp across the street was, John could clearly see the eyes of these people. malicious.There are also those evil spirits that are rushing towards them. This kind of aura can only be found on people who have really killed people or been on the battlefield. To sum up, they are really doomed this time!And Inspector Lestrade?Oh, he was sleeping soundly with a mop leaning against the wall, snoring comfortably.

step……

two steps...

Three steps...

The late police cars came roaring from the entrance of the street. The sound of the siren from far and near clearly indicated that the police were coming here. The two parties who heard the sound reacted differently. The group of people looked at each other and squinted. He squinted his eyes, carefully looked at John and Inspector Lestrade who was leaning against the wall, as if he wanted to keep their appearance in mind, another man wearing a duckbill cap next door Pulled out a Type 92 pistol and aimed it at John's head.

"If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave. Let me tell you, I have already told the police at Scotland Yard." John swallowed, trying to keep his legs from trembling, using a method that even he couldn't do. Said to the group of people in a calm tone of confidence.

"Brice, put down the gun, let's go!" The bald man reached out and pressed the pistol, turned around and made a gesture.

"But, they know what we look like." Brace put the pistol back on his waist, a little angrily.

"Walk!!"

Under the urging of the bald head's impatient voice, John watched all of them disappear quickly and cross the dark alley of the building next door, as if they had never appeared before.So, they finally saved their lives?

"Are you all right? I have notified the nearby police officers to come to the location you mentioned as quickly as possible." 10 minutes later, Officer Donovan, who was belatedly arriving with the police from Scotland Yard, got out of the police car and hurriedly He hurriedly walked up to John, stood still and asked.

"Fortunately, there are police patrolling near you to help, otherwise you will die."

"Where's Inspector Lestrade?"

"Falling well!" John leaned on the back door of the police car with a tired face, and gritted his teeth in answer.He turned around and glared angrily at Inspector Lestrade who was sleeping peacefully in the back seat of the police car from the car window.His good bachelor night was ruined like this!Moreover, why didn't he stay in 221B Baker Street quietly on such a special night, but pulled this bad detective to be "hunted for thousands of miles" for a whole night? ! !

"Well, we'll take Inspector Lestrade home. Since it's four forty in the morning, do you want us to take you back to Baker Street?" Officer Donovan said after passing by the museum last time. Afterwards, my attitude towards John became much more normal, and my tone of voice no longer contained negative emotions.Of course, it's also very possible that Sherlock didn't provoke her by being next to John.

In fact, Officer Donovan felt that it was not easy for her. With such an unreliable officer, she was always asked to follow behind to clean up the mess!Fortunately, she is on the night shift tonight, otherwise she would definitely give Inspector Lestrade a hard time! !

"Thanks, I think I need it." He was exhausted now, and he just wanted to go home as soon as possible, take a good shower and sleep to refresh himself.You know, he is the one who is getting married tomorrow!

"I heard that you and that person are getting married tomorrow." Donovan paused before raising his head to ask.

"Yes."

"I won't wish you a happy wedding, that's it, goodbye!" Donovan opened the passenger seat door of the police car, waved to John, and sat in directly, taking the police car behind him who had been asleep for a long time. It was He Xi's boss who left John's sight.

Oh well, actually he didn't expect to be blessed by everyone, did he?And, for God's sake!He had never thought Officer Donovan so cute as he had tonight!

Originally, John thought it would be bad enough to spend this disastrous single night with Lestrade tonight, but it turns out that when a person is so implicated that drinking cold water will clog his teeth, there is usually more to come later. There will be a big move that is ready to go, and when you relax your nerves, it will suddenly fall from the sky and make you feel like a thunderbolt.

So, the next phone call made John's lungs almost explode!

Sherlock Holmes, how dare you sneak into the red-light district on our wedding day?You've been living so comfortably lately that your skin is itching again, isn't it? ! !

The author has something to say: I could have finished the manuscript this afternoon, but when the author was two-thirds of the way through, a cousin dragged her over and nagged her for three full hours!Three hours!

It made my mouth water dry!I can only go home and continue to write, and the daily update will not be interrupted! !