Han Yiren rushed into the fire with a quilt that was dripping water, and after he came in, he found that the fire here was far from as big as it looked outside, most of the combustibles in the house had been blown out, and the remaining ones were burning because of the walls. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, although the fire is not big, the smoke is very thick, not only does it make Han Yiren's eyes secrete tears constantly, but the respiratory tract is as uncomfortable as fire, and even covering his mouth and nose with a wet quilt can't stop the pervasive smoke.

Han Yiren perked up, he knew that he couldn't stay here for long, so he hurriedly walked around the four rooms that had been blown up, he wanted to see if he could find any clues at the scene of the explosion that had just occurred.

Three minutes later, Han Yiren quickly rushed out of the fire, threw away the quilt that was about to dry on his body, knelt on the ground on his knees and coughed violently, the louder cough really made people worry about whether he would cough out his lungs.

Han Yiren's action continued until he heard the siren not far away, and then he got up with difficulty and picked up the quilt and staggered back to 221b.

Han Yiren is not like Sherlock who has an older brother who is proficient in all kinds of fancy butt wiping methods, he is just an ordinary international student here, with no background and power, the only thing that is different is that he has a teacher with outstanding ability but strange personality.

So although Han Yiren followed Sherlock, he tried not to involve himself in the case, such as now.

If it weren't for the fact that this explosion might really threaten his own safety, Han Yiren wouldn't bother to pay attention to it.

But whether it should be said or not, Han Yiren still learned a lot from Sherlock, just three minutes after entering the fire, he found some suspicious points: for example, there was no trace of the explosion point at the explosion site, generally speaking, as long as there is an explosion on the ground, then there must be traces on the ground that have been exploded with the center point as the standard to spread outward, just like lighting a firecracker on the ground, after it explodes, there will be a trace of the center origin spreading outward on the ground.

Secondly, due to the huge power of the explosion, almost everything in the four rooms was blown up and burned, but there was a safe in the center of one room, which was very strange.

There is no explosion point, a suspicious safe, Han Yiren shook his head, this explosion is not a coincidence, it should have been deliberately arranged by someone, as for who the other party was and why he did it, he couldn't think of it.

"Mrs. Hudson, it's okay, there's a gas explosion across the street." After returning to 221b, the first thing Han Yiren faced was Mrs. Hudson's caring eyes, and he smiled and sent her back to the room with a few words of relief.

After he went upstairs, he saw Sherlock still lying unconscious on the floor, and sighed as if he was fated: "Why is Mr. John not here at such a critical time, isn't this kind of thing of saving lives and helping people to deal with the aftermath just right for him to do?" ”

As he spoke, he didn't forget to lean over and pick up Sherlock, and after adjusting his posture with a little bit of his arm, he quickly sent Sherlock back to his room.

After the cooking was done, Han Yiren directly ignored the dotted glass slags on the floor, and directly turned upstairs to take a shower and prepare to rest, anyway, someone will naturally deal with it tomorrow morning.

Early the next morning, Han Yiren heard the arguments coming and going downstairs, and with great perseverance, he adhered to the spirit of respecting the teacher and loving the Tao, forcibly broke free from the warm embrace of the bed, freshened up, and then changed into formal clothes and went downstairs.

As soon as Han Yiren arrived at the door of the second floor, he saw Sherlock sitting on the sofa with his brother Mycroft, a high-ranking government official, staring wide-eyed, and the broken glass shards on the floor had been cleaned.

He greeted the two of them as he bowed.

"Good morning, Mr. McCroft."

"Good morning, teacher."

"Sherlock, it seems that your students are more concerned about their own safety than you do." McCroft nodded lightly to Han Yiren and then looked at Sherlock meaningfully and said.

Hearing this, Sherlock glanced at Han Yiren: "Thank you." He then responded, "It only shows that I am teaching well." ”

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Han Yiren shrank and picked the farthest sofa to hide, these two are great gods, he can't afford to provoke anyone, in order to be accidentally injured or splashed with blood, he chose a safe distance to watch the play secretly.

However, his plan was soon stillborn, and John rushed back at this critical moment, hitting the muzzle of the two men's guns.

"I saw the news on TV, are you okay?"

"Me? I'm fine, it's clear that it was an explosion caused by a gas leak. ”

Hearing this, Han Yiren raised his eyebrows, wanted to speak but saw the silent Mycroft, thought about it and closed his mouth, in his opinion, everything in the UK can be regarded as know-it-all, and even more so, if a tsundere brother controls Mycroft doesn't speak, he has no reason to speak.

"That's good." John nodded and glanced at Mycroft, rubbing his somewhat sore neck as he prepared to learn from Han Yiren to leave the range of the two of them, but it was clear that he was too late.

"John, is Sarah okay? How does the air cushion feel in her house? Sherlock asked, plucking the strings of his violin twice.

Before John could reply, Mycroft interrupted by looking at his pocket watch, "The couch, he slept on the couch, Sherlock." ”

Sherlock glanced back at John and said with some annoyance, "Isn't it?" ”

John had a lying gun on his face: "How do you ...... Well, forget it. Then he waved his hand and walked to Han Yiren and sat down.

After Han Yiren and John left their range, the two began to fire at full range.

"No, no."

"Why not?"

"The case at hand is tricky, and I can't pull it out."

"Leave your little case alone, this is a big national case."

As soon as Sherlock's words fell, he immediately began to change the subject: "How's the weight loss?" ”

Mycroft obviously didn't expect that when he was too short of Sherlock, he seemed a little impatient: "You don't have to worry about it. ”

Then he immediately began to bring in foreign aid: "John, come and persuade him, he may listen to you." ”

John, who had become a melon-eating crowd, looked confused, and couldn't imagine how he could suddenly cue himself: "What? Han Yiren, another melon-eating crowd, turned his head and snickered unabashedly.

"If you're really that eager, why don't you check it yourself?" Sherlock was obviously unhappy with Mycroft's approach of pulling foreign aid, and raised an eyebrow.

"No, I can't leave the office one step, especially now is the time for the Korean election......" Speaking of this, McCroft glanced at Han Yiren and shut up.