save Sherlock

Chapter 26

Thick smoke was billowing, and the overwhelming smoke and dust seemed to pull a tight net in the air, covering the open space outside the abandoned factory...

A piece of scrap iron with pits and holes was thrown into the sky by the huge impact force, and after sliding for a certain distance, it suddenly fell in front of Watson!

Judging from the door handle on the scrap iron, this is undoubtedly the door of the Lamborghini. Now the car has been shredded by the explosion and scattered to every corner...

What a pity, that Lamborghini Reventon is worth a lot of money...

Watson staggered out of the mound, the dust on his body fell like running water, and the slightly curly yellow hair could no longer see its original color, but there were obvious signs of burnt!

Erica was lying not far away, and looked at Watson resentfully: "Bastard, you son of a bitch!"

Watson smiled and blinked, and proudly jumped off the mound!

"Hiss—" The gunshot wound on his thigh was torn open because of jumping, and there was a heart-pounding pain immediately.

"I'm going to kill you!" Erica picked up the gun in hand and loaded it angrily.

"Hey... look at my thighs?" Watson shrugged and looked at Erica with tolerance: "God will forgive you, and I will too!"

Erica gritted her teeth fiercely, and just about to stand up, she staggered and fell to the ground. Regardless of the bleeding wound on her arm, she held on to hold up the sniper rifle!

"Wait!" Watson put his index finger to his mouth and made a silent gesture!

Erica immediately looked at Watson warily, and pointed the sniper rifle at Watson...

Suddenly, more than a dozen police cars surrounded on three sides, and soon the entire factory was under control!

Erica glanced at the police car and calmly put down the pistol: "You want to use the arms information in exchange for Mycroft's trust?"

Watson folded his arms and said with a smile, "It's my innocence!"

"Forget that I misjudged you!"

"what?"

"You can't beat Moriarty!"

The corner of Watson's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and soon turned into a nervous smile: "You really misread me!"

"what?"

"I don't care about winning or losing, that's not interesting to me...I only care about how interesting the process is!"

Erika stared at her eyes, and slowly shook her head in disbelief: "...crazy...you are simply crazy, you are waiting for death, waiting for someone to kill you!"

"Good summary!"

"Then why are you returning the information to Mycroft?"

Watson paused, was about to speak but closed it again, tried to answer the question several times, but failed...

He frowned, and suddenly, he grabbed his trouser legs tightly with both hands, and said in a broken tone: "I...I don't know!"

"I see..." Erica stood up from the ground, threw away the two guns on her waist, and turned to face the police who had just arrived with a blank expression.

"what?"

Two police officers slowly approached Erica with their guns raised. Seeing that she was not aggressive, they immediately stepped forward and grabbed her wrists, cutting her hands behind her back!

Watson was also twisted by the two policemen and pinned down severely...

"Take it easy... I'm a wounded man!" Watson said as he watched Lestrade trot over.

Lestrade stopped in front of Watson, took a breath, put his hands on the sides of his waist, and looked down at the ground again... After a while, he raised his head and bowed his head at the two policemen behind Watson : "Let him go!"

The two policemen slowly released Watson...

Watson, who was free from the restraints, rubbed his shoulders. As soon as he put his hands on his left shoulder, he felt heart-piercing pain!

"I need a doctor!" Watson glanced at the re-opened wound on his left shoulder, and then at Lestrade.

"Follow me!" Lestrade beckoned Watson to follow him.

Watson had no choice but to drag his injured leg, and wobbled along with Lestrade...

Erica and the people who came to trade were escorted into the police car. Before getting into the car, she opened her mouth softly to Watson and said something...

The wind was very strong at this time, and the dust raised up made Watson's vision blurred!

Couldn't hear her because she didn't make a sound at all, but, from the mouth... she said 'Hope next time I see you, you'll be happy! '

"Get in the car!" Lestrade opened the car door and signaled Watson to get into his special car.

"Okay." Watson couldn't help but look up at Erica again.

Erika was hit on the head by the police and forced into the police car, only her red hair scattered in the wind could be seen...

hapiness?Do you still have the right to be happy?

...Thinking that after being reborn, you can get rid of the past, but some things are the shackles of fate. As long as you exist for one day, he will always follow you and imprison you!

"You stop the bleeding first, we are going a little far!" Lestrade carried a medical kit from the back seat.

Watson recovered and looked at Lestrade: "This kind of treatment is better than getting into the police car with other people!"

Lestrade stopped the car, looked at Watson and said helplessly, "Okay...but I want to drive!"

Watson stared at Lestrade motionlessly, with strong condemnation in his eyes... After a while, he sighed in 'disappointment', and immediately looked up at Lestrade again.

Lestrade raised his hand and looked forward helplessly... Finally, he lowered his hand in resignation and obediently turned off the fire.

Holding the bandage, he curled his lips and said, "I don't know if you and Sherlock will destroy the world!"

"Don't worry about Lestrade, the world is over, and you don't have to go on solving your unsolvable cases!"

Lestrade pursed his lips, closed his eyes sullenly, then opened them immediately, and continued to treat Watson's wound: "Don't worry, Sherlock will take care of it!"

"You dropped him the case again?"

"Yes, he must be very happy!"

Watson froze for a moment, staring straight ahead, his muscles tensed...

Sherlock really doesn't care about my friend?Or do you not consider yourself a friend at all?

Lestrade suddenly stopped what he was doing, and said with a look of embarrassment on his face, "Don't worry about that...you know that he has almost...almost no emotional intelligence."

Watson squinted at Lestrade: "You are such a good person, you are considerate and can comfort others!"

"Yes... I'm sorry!"

"Well...don't worry, I'm not angry!"

Lestrade frowned and kept blinking, feeling that something was wrong!

"Ding dong——" Lestrade took out his phone and looked at it...

Suddenly, he raised his head to look back and forth, stood up in panic, and after looking around, he immediately lowered his hair and sent a text message...

Watson gave Lestrade a strange look: "What's the matter?"

Lestrade let out a few breaths, and finally calmed down and said, "Sherlock actually knows what I'm doing, we have to leave quickly...you deal with the wound yourself!"

Speaking of Lestrade kicking the accelerator, the car rushed forward suddenly, and the sudden bumps tore Watson's wound!

"Hiss—" Watson yelled in dissatisfaction: "Do you need to work so hard for Mycroft?"

"Forehead……"

"It would be a shame if the police were involved in a traffic accident!"

While driving nervously, Lestrade looked at Watson distractedly and said, "Okay... I have to take you somewhere safely!"

"I can't be safe with you like this!"

Lestrade let out a sigh of relief, looked at Watson helplessly, then turned his head and drove seriously, once again showing his good self-cultivation...

Maybe it's the endurance of being angry with Sherlock all the year round!

Watson glanced at the speechless Lestrade, turned his head and looked out the window, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised slowly, and a smile appeared in his eyes...

There is only one iron window in the small cell, which is ten centimeters square, and the lighting effect is definitely not good, let alone this is the rainy London...

Watson pressed his ears against the wall, feeling the slight sound of rain outside, but unfortunately he couldn't hear the sound of the wind...

"Squeak—" The cell door was opened.

Watson didn't bother to turn his head back, he curled his lips in displeasure: "You have silenced the sound of the rain!"

Mycroft raised his black umbrella against the cell door, then pushed hard, and the cell door made an even louder sound!

Watson rolled his eyes, withdrew his ears from the wall, found a comfortable position, and lay down on the hard prison bed...

Mycroft took a step forward, stood in the cell and smiled and said, "Would you like to listen to the rain, but not to the wind?"

"Oh...you misunderstood." Watson stared exaggeratedly and said with a 'sorry' face: "Your voice is not as good as the wind... I have already explained to you that I have nothing to do with Moriarty!"

Mycroft looked down at the cell floor and said displeasedly, "I hope you really cooperate!"

"Has anyone ever told you that your hopes are often greater than the existence of God?"

"Oh, John Watson...God doesn't know if it exists, but my words determine your future life!"

"So your will, which is higher than God, must be imposed on human beings?"

Mycroft raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Watson with 'pity': "Don't be like this...my will is as effective as God's!"

"Well, you are God!"

"So, I accept your confession!"

"I'm not going to confess anything to you!" Watson gave Mycroft a blank look, and immediately turned his head to look away: "You also said to apply for a better environment for me, this room can't even hear the sound of rain clear!"

"Trust me there are worse!"

"This is the crime you want to add!" Watson gritted his teeth and looked back at Mycroft angrily. "However, I have one thing for sure!" "What?"

"You are better at expressing than Sherlock!"

"Of course...I'm smarter than him, and he..." Mycroft took a deep breath, stared at the ground motionlessly, and after a while, he finally raised his head: "He's always worry-free, And I often have to spend time caring about him, plus you..."

"Hey, hey..." Watson interrupted Mycroft, pursed his lips, raised his head and thought for a while, and said, "You don't have to be locked up, do you? You have no evidence to prove that Moriarty and I have a relationship." relation."

"Yes!"