Sherlock Holmes

The people at Scotland Yard knew where Sherlock lived. He just moved from No. 314 A to No. 221 B. There was no need to change the police officers on that street.

The next day, almost everyone in the Metropolitan Police knew.

They didn't know why they cared so much about Sherlock's residence. Anyway, they just felt that it would give them a sense of security.

Therefore, when the operator heard the trafficker on the other end of the phone reveal the address, he knew that the matter was out of his control.

Although the police were called, although this is a society ruled by law, and although he should prevent what happens next, he is not prepared to do so.

Even if he reports it to Director Lestrade, the Director will praise him

A man tied up Sherlock's landlord and trampled his cat to death. Well, maybe it was the landlord's cat, but no matter what, that guy was finished.

No one cares how he will end, and no one wants to know the process of his end. As the saying goes, when the storm comes, just run as far as possible.

The night passed like this.

The sunshine, as always, spread across the vast land of half of the empire, passing through the foggy city of London. There was a small amount of light, passing through the Crawford Capital Circulation Company, and illuminating the light seeping out from under the door. Blood.

After several hours of freezing, the blood was like crystal clear red gems, dotted with some white ice crystals. People walked past a few in the morning without even realizing what it meant. They just felt Somewhat beautiful, until a pet dog barked at the door, which caught the owner's attention.

Curiosity prompted the man to push the door open, and then the horrific scene in front of him came into view, followed by the expected scream. Almost all homicide cases will experience this scene.

It's just that this time a lot of people died.

And what happened next was just like all previous murder cases. People from the police station came to deal with the scene. Body bags were thrown into the corpse truck one after another. People outside the cordon pointed and some tabloids The reporter desperately tried to sneak in and take some photos.

But the police collectively chose to remain silent.

They washed away the blood in silence, moved the body in silence, and even said nothing about the white line around the body. Some people couldn't help it, rushed out of the basement, vomited against the wall, not caring at all about destroying the crime scene, and continued after vomiting. Return to work in silence.

They knew that these people deserved to die, as shown by the inferior ether, the sleeping people in the boxes, and the transportation assembly lines.

The director's performance this year is expected to rise to another level.

As for who caused this massacre.

Some people know it, some people don't.

What does it matter?

On the first floor of Building 221B, Baker Street, Sherlock opened the curtains and let the sunlight shine into the room.

Behind him, Watson was playing with the vase on the dining table with a frown.

After bringing the landlady back, he couldn't bear the mess of the room, so he started cleaning. He collected all the broken plates, straightened the overturned tables, chairs and benches, and cleaned the carpets. After wiping down the room with a feather duster, I finally took off Mrs. Hudson's apron, folded it and placed it next to the storage shelf.

At this moment, he was preparing to make a vase on the table more beautiful. He repeatedly moved it from the window sill to the door and put it back on the table.

"I asked, do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Sherlock said weakly.

"It's not beautiful. It's obviously not beautiful when placed like this." Watson looked a little anxious: "Can't you use your reasoning ability? Help me find where this vase should be placed?"

"My reasoning ability tells me that it can't do this." Sherlock said, and then looked at Mrs. Hudson who was lying on the bed and had not yet woken up. According to Watson, she should wake up soon. .

Just thought of this

"Uh--" There was a painful cry, and the eyelashes of the girl on the bed trembled a few times, and then she opened her eyes with great difficulty.

Sherlock walked over.

Watson also reluctantly moved his eyes away from the vase and followed.

At this time, Mrs. Hudson was still very weak, and her consciousness seemed to still be in the time when she was kidnapped, so her eyes were still full of panic, but when she opened her eyes, she saw herself lying on a familiar bed, and looked at When Sherlock was standing beside the bed, his breathing gradually became calmer.

"Did you save me?" she asked, her voice extremely hoarse.

At this moment, Watson happened to come over. He probably felt that the story of a hero saving a beauty would have a different flavor if it came from the mouth of the person involved, so he took the initiative to take over the topic:

"Yeah, your tenant saved you."

As he spoke, he helped Mrs. Hudson into a semi-lying position, placed a thick cushion behind her, and then poured a cup of brewed black tea and handed it over: "You must be wondering, why A little guy like him can save you from a bunch of debt collectors

Because you are lucky enough.

It seemed that the debt company had angered a certain big shot, and someone launched an attack on it last night. "

"Encirclement and suppression?

"Yeah, I don't know how the newspapers will report it, but you can't expect this guy to rush into someone else's base camp alone, kill everyone inside, and then rescue you."

Watson smiled and said:

"In short, the siege ended quickly, and those vicious guys obviously didn't want to pay attention to you civilians who looked like they were kidnapped, so they simply left you where you were, and your tenant Mr. was right there. When the time came, he rushed over and picked you up as a princess as soon as possible. He really cares about you."

In this way, Watson hastily adapted the story of Sherlock slaughtering three floors last night into another version. In fact, this series of explanations is a bit abrupt and overt, and some parts are very problematic at first hearing, but after passing through Watson's mouth, it seemed to become extremely natural.

Under normal circumstances, when a woman hears this, she should start to panic, feel uneasy, or pull her hair and start crying.

But Mrs. Hudson was different. Although she was extremely panicked and frightened, she tried very hard to appear calmer and sincerely began to express her gratitude to the two people in front of her.

She also knew that although it sounded simple, the process must be extremely difficult.

After all, his tenant is just a little detective, and he probably doesn't have much business. It's already very difficult for him to know where he was kidnapped, and he can actually rescue himself in that situation. This takes a lot of courage for an ordinary person.

Even at this moment, she was lying on the bed, looking at the tenant in front of her whom she had not known for a long time, and felt a small flutter called 'security' in her heart after a long absence.

Ever since her father lost consciousness and her younger brother had gone off to a distant battlefield, she had never been in this state of mind again.

"Thank you. Thank you. I will repay you, but now I don't know what to do. Thank you very much." She was a little flustered because of her gratitude: "Oh, I should go and make you something to eat. Maybe this is what I am doing now. The only thing we can do”

Sherlock couldn't figure out what attributes Watson had. He could convert a room into a torture chamber, and he was also so good at taking care of people. When he saw Mrs. Hudson trying to get up, he actually handed her a The apples have been peeled and cut into pieces.

"Beautiful lady, you just need to thank your tenant. There is no need to thank me. I was just dragged over by him to take care of you when you were unconscious. Now that you are awake and my task is completed, I won't disturb you."

After saying that, he stood up and prepared to leave.

"But."

"There is no need to keep me for dinner." Watson showed a very charming smile: "Mr. Sherlock has already paid you, two toys with strong vitality, so next time we see you, I hope you will become more and more beautiful."

With that, Watson left Mrs. Hudson's apartment.

He was in a good mood, tightened his scarf, and with a real smile on his lips, prepared to find a carriage home on the street.

However, in his heart, he was still a little worried about this friend. A few days ago, he was notified that the Pope from Cleveland had arrived in London. Although until now, the Pope's arrival had not brought them any Any trouble, but the crisis that has not come, is the most worrying.

Just when he thought of this, his heart suddenly moved, and he subconsciously looked towards the shadow of the alley across the street.

But there.

Nothing at all