Sherlock Holmes

Of course His Royal Highness the Son could not ask for help. He just used an angry tone and gave someone in the audience the right to help him!

Yes, it is a gift, not a request! Even if it sounds like a prayer, it cannot be a prayer, but a gift that is not easy to understand! !

It's just that his voice was a little too soft.

But no matter how small it is, it's impossible for only two people to hear it.

Some people in the audience also heard His Highness the Son's words. They turned around in shock and looked around, trying to find who His Highness the Son was talking to in the crowd!

But after accidentally catching a glimpse of His Highness's angry eyes on the stage, each of them quickly pretended not to hear anything and turned their attention to their own fingers or the tips of their shoes.

As for the saint on the stage, there was definitely no need for her to pretend that nothing happened. In fact, she wanted to run away at a certain moment, but her rationality defeated her impulse until she discovered that the person in front of her ran away first. man!

Although they are both running, running by yourself and running by the opponent are not the same thing!

Also, did he just call out someone's name?

Standing under the high platform, Sherlock felt his head hurt. He rubbed his brows and thought to himself, why did you bring me with you when you were fooling around on your own?

But he saw the anger of the little man on the stage, the shock of the people around him and the saint, and the fear and worry of Moran. He also thought of the centuries-old tradition of the Day of Holy Love. Suddenly, he felt that it was quite good. interesting.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly laughed, but immediately pretended to be in danger.

"Why are you standing there stunned! Didn't you hear His Royal Highness the Son's order?" He shouted abruptly.

This voice made all the security personnel around the venue relax, but they didn't know who to listen to for a moment. One was the traditional customs of the Day of Holy Love, and the other was the order of His Highness the Holy Son. The words on both sides Everyone needs to listen, and neither side can be offended.

So chaos broke out at this moment. Some people began to push the crowd, trying to help His Highness the Holy Son, but some people tried their best to block it. Others were blinded and could only choose to remain neutral and stand still. He shouted: "Don't push! Don't mess around! Stop!" This is what Priest Thompson said, but no one would listen to his words.

In the chaos, Sherlock had already arrived on the stage with a few light steps. At the same time, some tentacles came out from the shadows that could not be illuminated by the light, and wrapped around the legs of several family members, swishing and swishing. Know where to drag it.

He looked at Moriarty: "Why are you standing there, let's go!"

Moriarty didn't talk nonsense. He glanced at Sherlock with a complicated look that he didn't want to admit, but it did contain gratitude, and then he rushed to the exit resolutely.

"Tsk tsk, when a big shot goes crazy, he is really more interesting than ordinary people." He smiled and was about to leave, but was suddenly stopped by a voice.

This voice was obviously angry. Sherlock looked over and saw Mrs. Hudson, who was exuding dazzling light. She should be called Her Royal Highness the Holy Lady now. In short, she walked towards him angrily. Come over.

"What's going on?" she asked with her eyes wide open, as if Sherlock had defaulted on her rent for half a year.

"Ah, it's a long story."

There seemed to be tears in the eyes of the landlady. Her emotions were extremely complicated now, including birthdays, weddings, identities, fathers, younger brothers, tenants, people she liked, etc. A few days ago, he was still waiting for his 20th birthday. She is an ordinary girl, but at this moment, she is experiencing the most complicated drama in the world. It seems that she can only vent her emotions by crying, but at this moment, she just stares at the man in front of her, as if A lioness on the verge of anger: "So, you just let me stand here like this?"

"ah?"

"I said! You two grown men are making such a fuss, and then you are going to throw me, a woman, here in front of so many people?!"

"Ah, I'm sorry!" Sherlock immediately understood the other person's words, quickly grabbed the other person's hand as if remedial, and fled the venue.

Mrs. Hudson took off her obstructive long dress, pulled off her veil, and kicked off her crystal-encrusted shoes. Sherlock was dragging her in front while she was running behind. This scene reminded her of the first time they met. When they met, it was just that at that moment, I was the one pulling him.

In short, in just a few minutes, only the high priest of the Holy Light Temple was left on the high platform. He was already very old. He came to London from the Holy Light Temple. The altitude difference and the bumps along the way made him tired. Unbearable, looking at the chaos in front of him, he did not show too much anger. On the contrary, he seemed to find it a little interesting. When he found that no one was paying attention to him, he simply found a small box for musical instruments and put it in the corner. One seat:

"Haha, you are really too old to understand the world of young people."

He muttered, and couldn't help but think of the man who just ran on the stage. Speaking of which, the person who can make the Holy Son ask for help is definitely not simple. But looking at the Holy Lady's attitude towards him, it seems that the young man is not simple. It's even more complicated.

The chaos in the field is still continuing. The figure that jumped up to the high platform just now shocked countless people, but everyone who understands the truth knows that in this case, the more you see, the more trouble you will have, so They were all extremely cunning and did not inquire about each other, but just kept that figure firmly in their hearts.

Soon, the situation spread outside the church. Many people didn't know what happened. They just heard that His Royal Highness the Son and the Saint seemed to be in danger and were taken away.

How was it taken away? Why were you taken away? Why were you taken away? .I don’t know, just look for it quickly!

As a result, the confused security personnel began to search everywhere, and Sherlock dragged his landlord to the top floor of the church.

Here, he saw Moriarty and his maid who also ran to the top.

"Why are you two here?" Sherlock asked.

Moriarty looked at Sherlock, and then looked blankly at the saint beside him. He didn't know how many thoughts flashed through his mind at that moment. He who had been able to read mathematics treatises for three days and three nights with ease, actually felt at this moment I can't keep up with the train of thought.

Fortunately, he put the matter behind him for the time being and responded extremely seriously: "There are too many people down there, so we can only run up."

"But what to do next?" Mrs. Hudson definitely didn't want to care too much and asked anxiously.

"Then let's walk on it." Sherlock said, picked up the saint, pushed open the window of the church bell tower and jumped out. The figure drew an arc in mid-air and landed on the roof across the street.

Moriarty looked through the window and found Sherlock waving to him from the opposite side, signaling to come over quickly.

He blinked and turned to look at Moran behind him.

Moran looked a little panicked, thinking that he was going to run away on the roof with his master? Just like those thieves who steal things in the middle of the night, he said with some worry:

"But...doesn't this represent disrespect to you?"

"You actually care about this now?!" Moriarty yelled in extreme annoyance: "When you turned over and took away the quilt! How could you not think of disrespecting me?!"