[comprehensive] billions of sweethearts

Withered and yellow sycamore leaves covered the ground, and the peaceful and peaceful campus was full of energetic reading and laughter.

"Sevier Middle School, founded in 1981. There are nearly 3600 students and 203 faculty members. It covers an area of ​​64781.2 square meters."

After reading the information on Wikipedia, Watson tied the scarf helplessly, and asked Sherlock, "Sherlock, this school is so big, what exactly do we need to find?"

"I don't know." Sherlock shook his windbreaker, his tone full of excitement and expectation, "Maybe it's a bomb, a killer, or a corpse. Oh, it's interesting to think about it."

Watson rolled his eyes, "I don't think it's funny."

The melodious music suddenly flowed from the horn, with a soothing and gentle rhythm, just like the moon god Artemis dancing in the hazy moonlight in a pure white gauze dress, with charming and charming white cheeks.

Watson couldn't help closing his eyes, intoxicated by the moving music.With this melodiousness, Sherlock's provocative voice seemed particularly abrupt.

"wrong."

Watson's head drooped, and he said weakly, "Sherlock, don't you understand the word atmosphere?"

Sherlock looked up at the horn, his eyes sparkling with excitement.He hammered Watson on the shoulder and spun around happily. "Watson, it's not the CD, it's the vocal music students playing it, that's why there are obvious mistakes."

Watson's eyes were a little dazed, "So?"

"Oh." Sherlock pointed to the woman in front of the teaching building with a hopeless expression on his face, and sighed: "Look at that, her expression is shocked, and she subconsciously took out a key. The students around When I first heard the music, I also had a strange expression. It shows that Seville Middle School does not have a tradition of playing music at this time."

Watson scratched his head. He still didn't understand what this had to do with what Moriarty said.

In front of the teaching building, after receiving a phone call, the young and beautiful female teacher's eyes were filled with panic and bewilderment.She tremblingly pressed the phone button to call again, but no one answered.The music continued, but she trembled and searched around as if she was about to cry.

Sherlock walked up to her quickly, his expression suddenly becoming worried. "Ms. Pamela, are you okay? Do you need me to call an ambulance?"

"NO!" Pamela yelled nervously.The violent movement caused the neatly combed hair to scatter, but she didn't care. She just smiled with a stiff expression, and said tremblingly, "I'm sorry, but I'm fine. Please don't call an ambulance."

Sherlock immediately restrained his expression, looked around at Pamela, and asked calmly, "How many students are trapped in the studio?"

"What, what?" Pamela looked at Sherlock's handsome but unfamiliar face, and opened her mouth blankly, "Who are you?"

"Sherlock Holmes, the person you are waiting for." Sherlock looked at the phone and shouted impatiently, "Didn't you receive instructions to take me to the studio?"

"Yes, but you..." Pamela obviously couldn't accept such an experience.First, she received a helpless call from a student asking her to wait for a Mr. Holmes.Then this Mr. Holmes immediately appeared in front of him, with a very changeable and extremely bad image...

Watson, who saw that Sherlock couldn't help but was about to start his vicious tongue, immediately walked up to Pamela, smiled embarrassedly, and said gently: "Sorry for the interruption. But he should be the one you were waiting for. "

Watson's kindness and generosity comforted the poor woman.

"...Okay, I see. Please come with me." Pamela took a quick look at Sherlock, holding the lesson plan nervously, and walked forward anxiously. "Should we call the police?"

Sherlock simply ignored the uneasiness in the poor woman's heart.He fiddled with the phone quickly and asked without raising his head, "What did they say?"

Pamela's tears kept falling, and while trotting, she was helplessly describing the phone call just now. "They, they said, were locked in a recording studio, and those people planted a bomb that would detonate if they stopped playing. And they couldn't call the police, or they would... OMG God, they're just a bunch of kids , How could those people treat them like this!"

"I'm not interested in God. Tell me about that group of students."

Sherlock bit his words hard, his eyes were bright and full of impatience.He suddenly put the phone in his pocket, looked at Pamela, twitched his masseter muscle, and forced a smirk.

Pamela choked for a moment, and stammered: "They are not in the same class, some are good at literature, some are good at sports..."

Sherlock interrupted her casually, "They are all from the vocal club or music club."

"Yes."

Pamela stood in front of the studio, looked at the closed door, and couldn't help crying again.Looking at Watson pleadingly, he asked timidly, "Can we really not call the police?"

Compared with this Mr. Holmes, she trusts those experienced police officers with guns.

Sherlock took out the magnifying glass, carefully observed the door, and even leaned on the ground to observe from the gap.Then he stood up, calmly patted the dust on his body, pointed to the door lock and said, "Compared to looking for the school of goldfish, what you should do now is to open this door."

Pamela looked at Watson helplessly, and asked for help from this gentle-looking gentleman.

Watson was also a little worried, "Sherlock, is it okay to just go in? There are bombs inside."

Sherlock's hands were pressed against the wall, and a sneering smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "The drum set made the door shake like this, and I'm still worried about bombs/bombs. Open the door quickly."

"Ok."

Pamela took out the key tremblingly, and inserted it into the lock hesitantly, her fingers trembling so much that she couldn't even turn the doorknob.Sherlock looked impatiently, and directly pushed her aside, and opened the door neatly.In the studio, the students cried hoarsely.

"Teacher, save us..."

"teacher……"

The sound of crying and music mixed together, and the noise was so loud that the ears were numb.Sherlock walked to the drum kit with a blank expression, took out the drum hammer and hit it hard with a strong sound.The sharp metal bouncing sound made everyone subconsciously cover their ears.

The moment the students stopped playing, a loud bang echoed through the studio.

boom--

"Ahhhh!"

Not to mention the screams of these terrified teachers and students, even Watson couldn't help taking a step back.Only Sherlock didn't respond, and walked inside, quickly walked to the piano, brushing the keys with his fingers.

Watson looked at the exploding microphone, and twitched the corners of his mouth, "How boring is this... Sherlock, how do you know there is no real bomb here?"

"John, use your imagination." Sherlock pointed to his head, walked up to the students, and looked at the group of students who were still restless and unable to control their crying. "During the monitoring, those big fools did nothing but beat up the goldfish and shut them in the studio. Of course, they didn't have the time. They even dragged the piano in, smashed the base, and even the seat No time to set up. Oh, I feel for these guys who need to rush."

"Wait, surveillance?"

"Of course. I have to say that the firewall measures in this school are terrible." Sherlock complained with a bitter face. After walking out the door, he retreated in front of Pamela, "and the picture quality is very poor."

Pamela: "..."

Watson nodded embarrassingly at the poor teacher who was in a state of ups and downs, and quickly followed Sherlock, asking softly, "Are we leaving just like that?"

"of course. I don't want to be seen as a monkey!"

Sherlock put on his hat, turned up his collar, and hurried past the assembled crowd and the police.His mind was spinning rapidly, and he wanted to know what Moriarty's ultimate goal was.

Watson glanced at it, and probably guessed that it was because of the loud explosion of the microphone.He took out his mobile phone and wanted to contact Lestrade, but was dragged into the rental by Sherlock.

"John, please, I have of course notified Lestrade. He has to help us clear the way. The police/car clear the road congestion is the best effect."

Watson rolled his eyes helplessly, "How long will it be before the explosion/bomb/explosion of the cafe?"

"10 minutes."

"What?!"

Sherlock raised his hand and tapped his fingers lightly on his thigh as he watched the time tick by on his watch.

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Count down for 1 minutes.

Ellie turned the pages slowly, her fingers resting on her coffee mug.The gold-plated pattern is like a little magic she casts, when the porcelain white fingers lightly touch, delicate flowers will burst out.Her calf was upturned and covered by tassels, her slender and fair skin was faintly visible, touching people's hearts.

Seeing the interesting passage, the corners of Ellie's mouth slightly raised, her soft eyes filled with smiles, reflecting the soft golden color of the setting sun, making her extremely peaceful and beautiful.

She picked up the coffee, took a sip, and then stretched out the tip of her tongue to lick the brown and black coffee stains on her lips.The charming movements, coupled with the plain expression, are more gentle and pure.

Moriarty leaned forward with an excited expression, staring at the screen.The music in the earphones happened to be placed on the exciting part, driving his feet to stomp.He stretched out his finger and tapped the girl's head, "Boom".

Countdown to ten seconds.

Ellie lowered her legs and the skirt fell naturally.She closed the book, smoothed out the folds, and put the book squarely back in place.Then he raised his phone, straightened his collar against the dark screen, and brushed his long, smooth hair with his hands.

Moriarty's smile was flamboyant, he was humming a light tune, his eyes were full of joy and complacency.

Count down three seconds.

Ellie stood up, stepped aside, looked at the door, and smiled softly.

Sherlock smashed open the glass door, quickly ran to Ellie's side, entered four numbers on the bomb/bomb, and yanked off the fuse.The bright red numbers instantly turned dark, and the countdown ended.He stood up straight, raised his eyebrows, and showed a smug smile.

Watson slipped along the glass door and sat on the ground, panting heavily, but still couldn't help laughing heartily.

The author has something to say: just to make Xia Miao look handsome QvQ