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Lance's combat power is said to be able to defeat a squad single-handedly, and John, as a military doctor who has been on the battlefield and seen bloody wars, naturally has a life-saving force.

So here's the problem.

What happens when two players who seem to have reached level 30 and have strengthened their appearance face two humanoid bosses who wrap themselves in thin skins, especially these two players still think that these two bosses are less than level 20, but in fact these two bosses are still in a state of mental rage and are just well disguised, then what happens?

Obviously, Lance, who was about to beat Sherlock with anger, suddenly remembered that he would be in great trouble if he beat Sherlock to the hospital, and it was not impossible to release some anger here, so he and John chose the object of their own actions very tacitly.

The two poor men who were ready to intercept were brought down neatly. "How do you feel?" John was slightly relieved to make sure that he and Lance hadn't beaten the two men unconscious.

Lance glanced at him, "I'm only going to sue you alone, you don't want to sue Sù Spencer." He saw John nod with a strange expression before he breathed a sigh of relief, "It's cool." ”-

John: "......" "Really, this feeling is very close to the last time I was arrested by the FBI and hit them in the face!"

John: "......"

Okay, Sherlock said that Lance wasn't a spy and his friend wasn't supposed to be a criminal.

Red said that he really didn't want to have any more conversations with Mr. Holmes, and that some of his actions were inexplicable to many, but that he always took care of those people's feelings—explaining his own actions that were not quite in line with the scope of ordinary people, and he was even able to explain the most basic principles with historical examples every time.

But this Mr. Holmes was clearly not the same as him, and some of his actions were understandable to Red and some that he could not, but Mr. Holmes did not mean to explain at all.

Now, for example, the sound of hurried footsteps not far away can clearly tell that two sturdy men with weapons in their hands are approaching quickly, and the target is obviously them in the direction they are walking.

But Sherlock Holmes, as if he hadn't heard a movement, turned his back to the source of the sound, "I want coffee." ”

Red: "......"

Completely unable to communicate!!" Two pieces of sugar. Sherlock continued.

Rhett: "......" "Let's go to hell for coffee!"

Red: "......"

Sherlock turned around at this time, as if he had just realized that someone was here, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly, just to show his displeasure that he was now interrupted, "You interrupted my thoughts. ”

The man sneered, "Then take your questions and think about hell." ”

Sherlock: "If I were you, I would keep my own woman with the man who had a leg with her." ”

Red swallowed, eyes fixed on the other person. "You know about them. Sherlock raised an eyebrow, "The others don't even know you already know." ”

The visitor grinned, "You're really smart, and of course, being able to open this place has proven it, you know, I turned it all over in the first place." "It just goes to show that your IQ isn't on average. Sherlock gave his opinion.

The person who came slowly shook his head, "No matter what you say, no matter what you say, you can't escape, if you want to blame it, you will be blamed for walking into my playground by yourself!"

Sherlock gave him a strange look.

Sherlock never does things that he is not sure of, and he does many things that seem illogical to others but are strangely connected, which makes him look very mysterious.

But Sherlock himself is actually a bit naïve, stubborn to a certain level, for example, he never wants to be ridiculed by his brother.

Putting himself in danger by being knocked over by an opponent is a must for his brotherhood to launch a taunting attack on him.

He's certainly not going to let that happen.

So the great, unyielding Sherlock Holmes quickly pulled a □□ out of his suit pocket, quickly pulled the trigger, and two soft sounds instantly made the two men who were originally menacing kneel.

Red: "............ You have a gun?!"

Sherlock listened to the man's screams and glanced at Rhett like a gift, "Obviously, I have a gun." ”

Red: "......" "It's just a little trick. Sherlock didn't feel like he had done anything terrible, he turned his head calmly, his voice cold and uncolored, "You'd better bandage yourself briefly now, or you'll soon die of blood loss, although I didn't aim at your leg arteries." ”

So after Lance and John found a woman in the surveillance room and got the specific location of the two friends from the woman's mouth, Lance decisively gave the sister a gentle hand knife, and then went with John to save people.

Waiting for them are Rhett, who is studying the drawings of the site in the basement, and Sherlock, who is bored and leaning against the wall to think. "Spencer!" Lance leaned to the left to avoid the blood on the ground, "did you find anything?"

Rhett was a little excited, "Noah, this is a very valuable ancient British culture! A family totem, there may be some secrets behind it!" "Many families have their own secrets. When Lance heard the word culture, he knew what Sherlock's current expression was for, and this person was simply a cultural waste.

The one who was in the most hurry was John, who, as a doctor, dutifully crouched down while the others were chatting and adjusted the position of the strip of cloth that bandaged the wound for the man who had fallen to the ground.

Red was a little embarrassed, "I'm only theoretically involved in the treatment of this wound, so it's up to them to do it themselves." ”

John sighed, "It's already pretty good. ”

The police sensed in the next few minutes that it was not Scotland Yard, but that Lestrade had arrived, but that his arrival was not the slightest bit grateful to Sherlock, even though he had been worried about him for hours and had rushed desperately from London.

Several suspects were quickly put into ambulances, and the police and prosecutors who arrived were very suspicious of whether the positions of the victim and the suspect had been reversed.

The four Lance were released after taking notes, even though Sherlock looked at the young police officer in charge of the record with mocking glances throughout the whole process.

Lance has been in a good mood lately, drinking coffee in his shop every day, and by the way, he receives otaku who come here to read comics with a different style of British painting.

Red reads a book he borrows from a nearby library while Lance is drinking coffee and receiving an otaku, and he expresses a great interest in British history.

John has been coming to the bookstore to talk to Lance a lot less often, and Lance thinks that he is trying to reduce the time they spend seeing each other because Red is there and that he is a partner, so that he and Red will not have any unnecessary conflicts because of himself.

Although the number of times is less, the quality of the conversation has not diminished because of this, and it still damages Sherlock's life quirks to nothing. "Did you know?!I actually received a package this morning!" The blonde doctor was still angry at the moment, "Of course, Sherlock said the day before yesterday that he had a package for me to open today, so I opened it!" "Calm down, dear doctor." Lance was in a good mood, and every time he heard this—anecdotes—he always had a strange sense of humor, and he comforted his friend, "I know that you are a principled citizen, a soldier who abides by the rules, and will never open someone's package without permission." Lance tapped his index finger on the table, "So what the hell is in the package that made you come to me with a long time before lunch?" John took a breath, "I promise, the bottle is blood! If Sherlock hadn't said I'd have called the police if a package was coming!"

Lance shook his head, "I also guarantee that the whole of Baker Street is under the absolute control of some Sherlock Holmes, and the police will never succeed, and Mr. Holmes's people will definitely settle everything before the police arrive." "You're right. John paused, "There are still a few bags in the blood freezer, and I'm not actually frightened at all, I just think Sherlock is really too much." "I couldn't agree more. Lance decisively stood in the same position as his friend, he looked at the coffee cup in front of John, "But I think what you need to do now is to return to Sherlock immediately, I haven't heard your phone message prompt until now, you know that Sherlock will always text non-stop when you come to me." ”

John scratched his hair in annoyance, "Actually, my mind was a little blank when I went out, so I forgot to bring my phone." "......" Lance blinked, "John, no one will give the blood to be used in a glass bottle to someone else, besides, there is also hair that can be sent together, what can be done is not so much a real test as a test, your real yàn equipment cannot be tested at all, one can avoid the perfect eyeliner of the other Mr. Holmes." ”

John scrambled to his feet, put on the coat hanging from the shelf next to him, pushed the door open, and ran almost immediately.

Red stood up and sat down across from Lance, putting the book aside with a look of confusion on his face, "Even then, you can't tell that Mr. Holmes is in danger. ”

Lance chuckled twice, "I don't want to be hated by Sherlock Holmes, although I don't think I even have the value of holding a grudge in his eyes, but according to his character, he must be irritable if he can't contact John now, and the other Holmes doesn't just stare at people." ”

Red hadn't seen another Sherlock Holmes, but he could also think of what it would be like for someone to be jealous of Lance, "So you let Mr. Watson go back." "As you can see, dear. Lance narrowed his eyes and raised his voice deliberately.

Rhett blushed almost immediately and stopped talking.

Lance stood up and picked up John's coffee cup, turned to the small sink in the back of the shop to wash it.

There are no people in the store at this time, and even if they do, they will consciously come into the store to find their favorite books, so there is no need to worry about Rhett, who has communication barriers with normal people, going on a business trip.

Lance put the cleaned cup on the small cabinet, and then took the milk off the shelf, and forgot to bring candy when he went out today, so it was good to feed the milk to Red, and the pure milk would have a sweet taste if he drank too much, of course, the main reason for this was to let Rhett drink less coffee.

Lance came out with the whole bottle of milk, and Red was already at the counter, holding a handmade knife to a wrapping stroke. "Package?" Lance walked over and put the milk down.

Red also put down the handmade knife, "I'm sorry, I just sent it, and it was written with your name, but I think something is wrong, although I don't think that the sixth sense of the human being is the root of what dominates things, but there are some unscientific phenomena...... "Don't be too nervous." Lance lowered his eyes, reached out and patted the package, the packaging was very good, the corners of the cardboard box on the outside were brand new without any bumps.

The handmade knife slashed across the top of the cardboard box, and Lance didn't stick his head out to look at the contents of the cardboard box, but looked at the font that was unique to the top of the cardboard box, and closed the box without hesitation when Red's curiosity was aroused and he wanted to come over to look at it. ”...... What, what's wrong?" Rhett snapped upset. "We needed a fridge. ”

They didn't get a refrigerator in the end, so Lance taped the carton back and closed the door and ran to Sherlock with Red.

Mrs. Hudson opened the door, and the lovely old lady was very happy to see Lance's watch, and she was very enthusiastic about Rhett, who had come with her. "You guys look so sweet. Mrs. Hudson's tone was full of appreciation, mixed with a hint of disapproval, "John and Sherlock are not honest enough, even though they are already together, John always says that he is not Sherlock's boyfriend." ”

John's footsteps down the stairs paused, and his voice suddenly rose a lot, "Sherlock is really not my boyfriend!"

......

I don't know why Lance thinks John is so pitiful.

#全世界的人都以为我是基佬#

#所有人都觉得我爱着夏洛克#

#一个直男的悲哀#

"Oh ~ John, you need to be honest. Mrs. Hudson saw the person and complained without stopping, "And you always think of me as your butler!" The old lady's eyes glanced at the cardboard box that Lance was holding.

Lance pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Sherlock said last time he needed some books, and I just received the package and sent it over. ”

Mrs. Hudson laughed too, "Then go up, Sherlock is actually a good lad, too." ”

Upstairs, Sherlock was reading the newspaper, but when Lance came up, he put it down and curled up his legs and sat down on the couch with a deep look in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

Lance walked up to him and placed the cardboard box on the small coffee table, then pulled Red to sit down on the couch with him.

John went into the kitchen to make tea, but Sherlock remained in a crouched and thoughtful position.

"Black tea. John came out a little later, his cup on the coffee table, "I thought we had just met." ”

"Hmm. Lance didn't look at the teacup, "We received a package after you left, so I've come to you." ”

"Package?!" John was stunned, then reacted, "You mean a package that's similar to what we received?"

"Probably. Lance shrugged, "The main thing is that I don't have a way to deal with this. ”

"So the package I signed for was actually sent by a criminal?" John's eyes widened in disbelief, and the poor doctor was remorseful, "I didn't see the postman at all!"

Red tried to comfort him, "It's okay, I see the postman's appearance, and I can provide a sketch to Fang like that." ”

John nodded, turned to Sherlock, and asked, "So are we going to call Lestrade now?"

"We can figure it out on our own, John. Sherlock took a light breath, "Lestrade only complicates things, and the average IQ of his squad isn't even as high as yours. ”

John: "......"

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