Countdown all over the world

Watson never felt how lucky he was.Otherwise, how could a renter be tied to 221B Baker Street after being in the same place as the famous Mr. Detective and unable to get out?

Of course, he didn't really think about leaving here.

However, it was also today that Watson knew how tragic he was.

The young man with something tied to his body found someone to block him at random, and he was able to catch himself in the crowd all at once.

Watson felt that after this incident, maybe he really should go to the gypsy woman again to make a fortune.

It’s really not good, it’s okay to lose money and avoid disasters!

However, at this moment, the hard object on the young man's waist is still hurting his back, so it is obviously meaningless to think about it.

"Don't move!" The young man clearly showed a little madness in his eyes.

Seeing the two people not far away, it seemed that they didn't hear their yelling, and they were still walking here on their own.The young man became even crazier. He knocked Watson unconscious with a knife in his hand.

Watson: What have I done wrong?

However, no one answered his question.The last consciousness was only in the pain of falling to the ground, and the young man took off his coat, revealing the gadgets tied to his body.

"Don't move!" the young man yelled again.

Sherlock Holmes, who had just moved and looked at Watson knocked out, saw the murderous look Annie saw for the first time in his eyes.

"What does he want?" Holmes asked suddenly, but the object he faced was Anne beside him.

Annie is not a girl who doesn't know the importance, she quickly looked around.

It did not appear that the countdown to a large area decreased suddenly.

Even, even on the top of the young man's head, the countdown timer appeared and disappeared from time to time, and there was no fixed length.

"He's hesitating..." Annie whispered, "He might have been hired to commit suicide."

Holmes narrowed his eyes: "Is his time numbered?"

Annie turned her head a little unexpectedly and glanced at Holmes.Obviously no idea how Holmes guessed it.

but……

She nodded: "Conservative estimates, less than half a year left."

Holmes did not expect Anne to answer so honestly.Such a straight ball really surprised Holmes.

He turned his head to look at Annie in a little surprise, but he only saw the top of Annie's hair.

The light brown hair was combed into a bun like a ball, and the small hair curls were hidden in it, which looked very cute.

Holmes took a few deep breaths a little uncomfortable, before he calmed down. For some reason, his heartbeat increased by 3% slightly.

After counting the speed of the beating, it returned to stability.Only then did Holmes feel relieved, and continued to look at the young man not far away.

The young man's unkempt hair, slightly wrinkled cuffs, bloodshot eyes... All these things flowed into Holmes' mind continuously, and the clues spontaneously connected in a row, turning into the days of youth, revealed in his mind .

"No!" said Holmes suddenly. "He wants to run!"

While he was speaking, the young man had already dropped a gun, picked up Watson lying on the ground in a dense fog that was hard to see, turned around and ran away.

Watson: ...

When Holmes ran over, the dense fog would clear, revealing a small path in the corner of the lounge that would normally go unnoticed.

It is only half the height of a person, and it is always inadvertently overlooked at the corner.

"Brown." Annie also ran over, narrowing her eyes slightly.

Holmes turned around and grabbed Anne who was about to leave: "Come with me."

Annie frowned, with a bit of displeasure in her eyes.She doesn't like others ordering herself, let alone such a dangerous approach.

"If this solo exhibition fails, it will have an immeasurable impact on your reputation and future development." Holmes said, "Youth's way of doing this, although they didn't really do it, is almost the same."

The man's slightly magnetic voice added a touch of persuasion: "Don't you want to handle this matter yourself?"

Annie blinked: "You just lack the helper of Watson, you need an assistant to solve the case..."

His little thoughts were punctured at once, but Holmes's face was very normal: "Yes, then what do you think?"

Annie laughed at Holmes directly. She put her waist up and tilted her head to look Holmes up and down: "From your tone, you seem very confident?"

Holmes rose to his feet. He was a little taller than the average man.The top of Annie's head was approaching his chin at this time.

Mr. Detective nodded slightly, and whispered in Annie's ear: "If you have no idea, I wouldn't be so sure."

Annie narrowed her eyes, raised her head slightly, and looked at the man in front of her.

After a while, he sighed.

"What do you need me to do?"

……

When Watson woke up, he felt pain all over his body.After just looking at him for a while, he could see the scratches on his body that seemed to be made by gravel and stones.

Watson: ...Is my face all right?There are plans for tomorrow with Kate!

He touched his face and felt no pain.Cai Jiang felt relieved, and was about to show a smile when he felt a pain in the corner of his mouth.

He touched it with his hand, and sure enough, it was a little swollen.

Watson: ...What about tomorrow night? !

After all, he had a lot of experience in solving cases with Holmes, and Watson quickly began to observe his surroundings.

This is a not-so-exquisite wooden house, and even with the dust and cobwebs in its corners, Watson deeply doubts whether this place has been abandoned.

At least, no one came in for a long time.

He stood up cautiously, and unexpectedly found that he was not restrained at all.

Watson came to the door of the wooden house and pushed hard.

"locked."

Expected.

The windows around the wooden house were also boarded up one by one, leaving small gaps, not to mention allowing people to escape.Even one arm looked crowded.

Watson looked out through the gap and saw only a barren land.Not even a trace of human habitation.

The abandoned wooden house, in the wilderness, can't go out at all.

Watson came to the above conclusion in despair.

I don't know how long I have been here. According to this distance and the time I have been in a coma, I am afraid it is not short.

It can be seen from his slightly hungry stomach.

After searching up and down, there is nothing to eat here, let alone provide the most needed water for the human body.

"My God!" Watson sighed, turned around, picked up a wooden board, and threw it hard on the ground.

The floor that had been in disrepair made a creaking sound and was knocked open a small crack.

Watson's originally helpless expression froze on his face.He squatted down, sticking to the ground.Allow yourself to see things beyond the gap more clearly.

Below, there is a lot of space.

Watson narrowed his eyes and came to a conclusion.

From the gap, Watson felt a slight wind.He stood up, picked and picked from the piles of rubbish around him, found a board that was barely better, and knocked it against the gap.

I don't know how long it took before finally revealing the bottom face.

"There is light." Watson was extremely pleasantly surprised, and quickly stretched out his hand, passed through the gap, and touched something that was emitting light.

A candle with a piece of paper underneath.

It's amazing...

If Watson hadn't been fast enough, the candle would have burned the paper and the last message.By the way, burn down this house full of wood.

Watson turned the pages and read them one by one.

"Mr. Watson, do you trust Holmes? Let's see how long it will take him to find you."

Here, Holmes frowned at a piece of paper, while Inspector Lestrade was standing aside, waiting quietly.

"The sun goes down,

The thick fog concealed the figure of the old man,

O you who are afraid to bend over,

Can I wait until your arrival. "

Annie frowned and stood beside Holmes: "A poem without beginning and end, a sketch of a wooden house, what are they thinking?"

Holmes clasped his hands together and placed them on his forehead, thinking carefully: "This should be a match."

"Competition?" Annie frowned.

Holmes nodded. "No water, no medicine. Watson doesn't have much time."

And how quickly they can find him, the chances they will have to save his companion.

Holmes took a few deep breaths, feeling a little tricky.

There are too few clues and information.

"Watson is in the valley, and there is a river not far away. There are many places like this..." Annie said, "Time is limited, how do we find it?"

Holmes turned his head and looked at Inspector Lestrade: "Is there a ship leaving today?"

Lestrade shook his head.

Annie said: "That is to say, Watson is the farthest, and it is also on the south bank. Ten miles around, is it enough?"

"Twelve miles," said Holmes.

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

Inspector Lestrade came over and carefully stood beside Annie: "Uh...why are you looking for the junction of the valley and the river?"

Annie turned her head and looked over: "Afraid to bend over...have you heard of Kappa?"

A legendary creature that, once bent over, dies because the water above its head dries up.

one stone two bird.

Just like Watson who has little time left, everything is time.

This is a game.

The prize is the life of John Watson.

For Holmes, it was no longer a game.

The author has something to say: Pudding is useless in logic, trying hard to write the wise state of Sherlock Holmes, I hope everyone will not laugh at me~