The weather in Edinburgh today is nice and the view is bright, so even if the destination is a little remote and the architecture is a little older, it definitely doesn't feel scary.

There is an iron fence around the castle, and the patterns on it are also delicate and rich, and the financial resources of the former director can be seen, and through the fence, you can also see that there are knee-high weeds growing everywhere in it, and occasionally one or two note, which is quite conspicuous like a tree, shows a head in the weeds, which looks very desolate.

"It's more like. Lance rubbed his wrist, "I don't see anything wrong from the outside." ”

"What if something happens?" Rhett looked around, "This place was only here a while ago. ”

"Rest assured, since I haven't received a 'stop' message, it means that Sherlock's current condition has not escaped surveillance, at least it is safe for now. Lance grinned, "But things other than security shouldn't be that accurate. ”

The iron door used to be locked, but now it was opened, and Lance put on his white gloves and gently pushed it, and the door slowly opened inward, and there were two 'squeaks' and rubbing sounds.

"I don't like the sound. Lance felt that his assessment was very pertinent, "as if I was in a bad mood right now." ”

Red glanced at the corners of his mouth that was still smiling, and for some reason he couldn't help but shudder, he muttered something softly, and when Lance looked curiously, he closed his mouth again and refused to say anything.

Lance was not angry with him, so he continued to hold back his anger and entered the small manor, but fortunately, although the rest of the place was sloppy, the road leading to the main entrance of the castle was still able to walk.

The two of them walked for a short time to arrive, and as soon as they got close to Reims, they realized that something was wrong, the gate of the castle was hidden, and there were two mobile phones not far away.

"......" Red quickly pulled Lance, then walked up to him and took out the glove cover from his pocket and put it on his phone, picked up one and looked at it carefully.

"It's Sherlock and John's. Lance glanced at him, "Looks like he was really caught." ”

Red sighed softly, "Call the police." ”

Lance pondered for a while, "Good idea!" He clapped his hands suddenly, "He said that he received a distress message from a friend, and when he arrived at the destination, he found his friend's mobile phone, suspected that his friend had been killed, and applied for an excavator to move here!"

Red felt that Lance was worried about these two friends, but he didn't seem to be very worried when he spoke, and he didn't know what to do for a while, "But if it's really dangerous......

"One, John has the skills to text me. ”

It shows that there was plenty of time at that time, and he also took care that he didn't need to call the police, which shows that the situation at that time was also optimistic, and Dr. Watson was annoyed by the majority. ”

"Second, it's been almost two hours since we're here from London. ”

"If they had been killed, their phones shouldn't have been here, and if they were put here, it was more likely to lure us in, and this behavior also showed that they were already under the control of the plotter, and he was not even afraid that we would call the police to find the police, and there was a possibility that he wanted more people to pay attention." "But we can't take that lightly. ”

“good。 Lance nodded, squinted his eyes and touched his waist and handed the pistol over, "Use my gun, aim at his head when there is danger, it's a little troublesome to kill someone now, of course, if you can't do it, aim at his leg." ”

Red took the gun, "...... Oh. ”

"Don't be unhappy, I'm just mocking your marksmanship. Lance took a deep breath, then slowly sent a text message to Lestrade, relaying the text message John had given him an hour earlier, then calmly put the phone back in his coat pocket, and reached out to push the door open.

With a slight creak, the door of the castle slowly opened inward.

Lance covered his mouth and nose, "Why the hell do I have to come in and help them! Sherlock doesn't come to my comic shop to take care of my business!"

Red knew that Lance was just complaining, and his attention was focused on the decoration of the castle, which reflected the age of the building, and it was very quiet compared to the clutter outside, there was no obvious dust on the ground, there was no damp smell in the air, and there was a faint smell of roses, as if someone had lived in it and had been cleaning it before they arrived.

"Noah?" Red noticed that something was wrong, and just turned his head to speak to Lance, he found that Lance was already lying on the ground face on the ground, and as soon as his heart panicked, he felt a pain in the back of his neck, and his eyes were dark, and he didn't know anything.

When Red opened his eyes, he subconsciously looked around, there was nothing, rubbed the back of his neck and looked around again, "Noah?"

No one answered, the light in the field of vision was faint and emanating from a point in the wall, with a faint tinge. Red squinted his eyes and his head was still a little confused, but he knew that he was knocked unconscious, and he also knew that Lance had not escaped except for himself, and he was also knocked unconscious.

He shouted Lance's name a few more times, but there was no response, and he was a little worried in his heart, but then he thought of Lance's ability, and comforted himself that Noah was much better than himself, and it should be fine.

Red got up and touched his body, the gun on his body was gone, and after thinking about it for a while, he still felt very worried, but he couldn't help but grab his hair in a hurry.

"Who's there!" Suddenly, a light approached not far away.

Red raised his hand to cover his eyes, and only barely could he see the person as the light slowly approached, a knee-length black trench coat, expensive suit pants and a pair of black leather shoes, and ...... Look up at a red scarf?"Mr. Holmes?"

Sherlock paused, "Dr Riel?"

"Dr. Ryder. Red blinked and barely adjusted to the light, "What's going on?"

"Oh!" Sherlock rolled his eyes, taking his hands off the side a bit, "I thought you could figure it out from where you are. "Of course, judging from the fact that it's been three minutes and you haven't remembered that humans are supposed to walk upright, there's a good chance you've wasted your 187 IQ." ”

Rhett listened to Sherlock's words, suddenly realized that he was still sitting, and couldn't help blushing a little, he scratched his hair again but quickly got up, patted the dust on his body carefully before asking, "Has Mr. Holmes seen Noah?"

"I'm sorry, doctor. Sherlock shrugged, "Didn't meet." ”

Red nodded.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and didn't speak, and the two high-IQ who had not yet found a common topic formed a team in silence and dangled here in silence.

On the other hand, after pretending to be knocked unconscious, Lance carefully reviewed the clues that he already had now, combined himself with the situation encountered by Red, and came to the conclusion that the person who was actually texting was Sherlock, and the person who was really beaten was most likely John, and that bastard really just wanted to pull him in to play an adventure puzzle game.

It's clear that the mastermind of this game is not so friendly to the player, as can be seen from the rude actions he makes when carrying him.

Lance was quickly moved away by two people holding his head and feet, almost pinching the time to open his eyes, pretending that he was quite confused, Lance looked around, his mobile phone was searched before it was moved, but he probably also knew that the two people who carried him were young and strong young men, in addition to himself, there was also movement from Red, so the other party should be a gang of more than four people.

Lance sat up against the wall, rested for a while before feeling the wall and stood up, and after giving a thumbs up to his weakness, he felt that he should be a little more dedicated, so he shouted a few more times, "Doctor!"

Some hoarse voices spread out in the not too wide passage, and they looked a little frightening.

Lance thought the effect was very good, so he shouted a few more times, he didn't worry much about Red, if the other party wanted to kill people directly, he didn't have to knock people unconscious, there was no danger for the time being, and the little doctor's psychology was much better than him, even if he met a madman, he could maneuver......

Damn Sherlock! If something happens to Red, he's going to have his head off!

Lance lowered his head, his expression was distorted for a moment, if it wasn't for the fact that the gun was stuffed to Red by himself at that time, how could he become like this when he was afraid that Red would be injured by mistake in the event of a conflict!

"Da, da, da" a slight footstep sounded.

Langston paused, and looked up sharply, "Little Doctor, Spence, is that you?"

The footsteps paused for a few seconds, then suddenly became faster, "Da Da Da".

"Noah?!" the familiar male voice got closer and closer with the sound of footsteps.

Lance raised his eyebrows, realizing that someone was coming.

John was sweating a little, and after turning in the aisle in front of him, he saw his friend looking at him against the wall, so he picked up his pace again, "You?"

Lance: "I'm coming. ”

John stopped in front of Lance and exhaled deeply, "Why are you here?"

Lance: "Sure enough, it's Sherlock's text!"

"Text message?" John didn't answer, "you shouldn't know I'm here." ”

"Sherlock texted me on your phone to save you!" Lance scratched his hair in frustration, "I pulled Spence over with a twitch in my head!"

John: "......"

The author has something to say: this time Lance himself didn't think about it, although he said that Sherlock and they should not be in danger, it may be Sherlock's prank, but he was also worried about Sherlock and John, so he rushed over with Red.

After seeing their phones, he realized that things were not that simple, so he texted Lestrade and gave him his gun for Red's safety.

Who knows if it was a delayed door starter, he was sure that there must have been more than two people present when he was beaten, because if it could be put on Sherlock and John, there must be a numerical suppression, and the gun was in Rhett's hand, if he fought now, he would definitely be able to fight, but there was no guarantee that Rhett would not be affected.

So he chose to lie down.

Ay......

I knew I wouldn't give the gun to Red......

And Sherlock brought John to investigate the case, definitely not to celebrate the development of a new relationship other than cohabitation for the honeymoon -

Well

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