Sherlock Holmes

Orders came out of Moriarty's mouth one after another.

He knew that he could not convince the other party, so he could only use coercive means to keep Sherlock.

The defense level he required was almost military level. With this configuration, it was enough even if he was sent to the front line to follow the demon purge force to perform tasks, but all of this was just for Sherlock alone.

No matter how you think about it, this is a bit too grand.

But as long as he could keep Shylock, he would not hesitate to make a big splash.

Sherlock frowned, looking at Moriarty in front of him, whose breathing changed with anger, and finally couldn't help but smile: "Haha, I really didn't expect that. I have handled many cases without legal permission in my life, but none of them have been prosecuted. I caught something, and I finally tried to uphold the laws of the empire, but I was immediately locked up."

"I won't let you die." Moriarty said: "That old man is already very ill. If you don't go to him to trouble him, he will end up dead. I don't understand why you are so insistent."

"Everyone will die. What matters is the identity and the method of death. Of course, a sinner cannot die as a hero. I just want him to die in a reasonable way."

"Let it go." Moriarty shook his head helplessly: "I really can't convince you, but I will block this street, I will set up checkpoints on all traffic arteries, and I will put your photos Distributed to all train sections, and all airship airports, you can't leave London.

So, please be quiet for a while, and I promise to give you the greatest compensation after all this is over.

This is for your own good, my friend. "

Moriarty said earnestly, then slowly stood up and walked towards the door of the room.

He didn't say goodbye, and Sherlock didn't stop each other. The two people just said goodbye to each other silently, and in the end there was only a 'click' of the door.

This vigorous persuasion had no results. It was hard to imagine that even the Holy Son of the Holy See and so many important figures had come forward, but there was no way to change Sherlock's mind.

In fact, to a certain extent, this detective does have a terrifying paranoia.

Anyway, a few hours later, all the residents of the street dismissed their troops and drove into the city. The vast war facilities surrounded Baker Street, and the huge steel gates like city walls blocked all the ways out. The exposed searchlights scanned back and forth at every corner of the street. Two Zeppelins flew slowly overhead. The soldiers in the suspension cabins held telescopes and constantly monitored the situation below.

The citizens of London had no idea what was going on. They just felt that one of the most vicious criminals must have appeared in that street. Otherwise, how could there be such a battle.

At this time, in room No. 221B, a detective and a doctor were sitting around the table, drinking the remaining tea from the morning.

"Well" Watson hesitated in a long tone, and then said: "Maybe you found out that we were imprisoned."

"Yes, I noticed it with my keen observation." Sherlock looked through the window at the empty streets outside and the soldiers waiting in formation outside.

"So, what should we do? Should we still kill people?"

"Of course I'll kill him."

"Then how are you going to get out?"

Sherlock thought for a while: "Actually, you may not believe it, but I can go out at any time. I have been thinking of ways for you during this time."

"What's the meaning?"

"That's right, I need your help. Although Augustine is no longer the emperor, he certainly won't kill him whenever he wants. To be on the safe side, I need a helper and a partner. But what's embarrassing is that the way I left here doesn't apply. It’s about you, so I’m trying to figure out how to get you out.”

"I see." Watson nodded, then took a sip of tea: "Actually, to tell you the truth, I already have a way to get out. Just now, I have been thinking about how to get you out, because The way I get out is only for me."

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The two people said the same thing, and then looked at each other. Outside the window were the crowd of supervisors on the three floors inside and outside, which seemed a little weird.

At nightfall, Commander Lake, who was responsible for the surveillance mission, yawned and looked at his watch. It was already half past eight.

In fact, he didn't quite understand what his mission meant.

The content of the mission is to monitor two men in their thirties at No. 221B Baker Street. There is no need to worry about who they are, and there is no need to know the reason for monitoring them. In short, under no circumstances should those two men be allowed to Leave, but under this premise, do not hurt them. If the other party breaks out violently, they can only defend passively and cannot harm their lives. Remember to send water and food on time. If the people inside have any requirements, try to satisfy them.

This does not sound like a surveillance order issued to an enemy or prisoner, and this team configuration really makes Commander Lake a little confused. He is just monitoring two people, and he is not occupying the entire lower city. It is necessary to do this. What?

But this mission was a call from His Royal Highness the Holy Son himself, so he did not dare to neglect it at all. The duration of the mission was not yet determined, so Lake simply chose to live here.

Just then, the phone rang.

This phone call was received specifically for this mission. Only the two men who were the targets could call. Lake picked up the phone and was smart enough not to act like a monitor. Instead, he said something respectful. :"Hello."

Sure enough, as he expected, the people in the apartment made some demands of him.

The two men were hungry and needed some steak. They wanted it from the restaurant at the end of 31st Street, medium rare with pepper sauce.

Without any hesitation, Lake sent someone to buy it and put it next to the door.

The person who delivered the food did not stay, but left after putting it down. Because when assigning the task, it was explained that these two people were very dangerous. Since it is dangerous, try not to come into contact with them. Who knows whether those two guys will be so crazy as to take a military soldier as a hostage.

Another hour later, the phone rang again. This time the person inside wanted two bottles of wine, which sounded valuable, but Lake could only obey the other party's wishes and obediently send someone to get the wine.

In fact, he felt that it would be pretty good if he was locked up in a place like this and had to eat and drink.

The two people inside were obviously difficult to serve, because at 11:30 in the evening, when Lake was already drowsy and sleepy, the phone came to his mind again.

This time, the request on the other end of the phone made Commander Lake sigh that those two people really knew how to enjoy life.

Because what they need this time is women.

And it still has to be beautiful

Still five

It is human nature to feel lustful after eating well. Lake just lamented that as a party under surveillance, he could only sleep in a tent and eat bread, while those who were locked up inside ate steak, red wine, and played with women.

But adhering to the mission tenet of 'satisfying all requirements as much as possible', he could only comply with the instructions, and under the operation of a soldier who was proficient in this art, he really got five extremely beautiful women.

Commander Lake is not very involved in this kind of thing. The main reason is that he is not willing to spend money on this kind of thing, but he can see that these beauties are definitely not bargains.

In an extremely envious mood, he ordered his men to check whether these people had any weapons.

In fact, there is no need to check, because the clothes on these people have nothing to cover, and you can tell at a glance that nothing can be hidden.

So, they filed into room No. 221B, and the lights in that room stayed on like this all night, which frustrates how many soldiers who were guarding the room all night long.

Finally, it was almost noon the next day before these women finally left. It could be seen from their tired looks and somewhat irregular clothes that they must have put in a lot of effort last night.

At night, the people in the house asked for some food and some water.

Three days since then.

The phone never rang again.