Indeed, I also feel that the first hypothesis is more convincing than the second...... But the yellow-robed man we met before was obviously not interested in me at all, but when he saw you, he showed unexpected surprise, and even said that he was puzzled......" Holmes wiped the sweat from the tip of his nose and swallowed violently.

"But......" Wang Feng's pupils dilated, and the fear became stronger and stronger, and he slowly turned his head to Sherlock Holmes: "Could it be that those guys have already started investigating you?" So you can know the roots...... But I'm different, because I'm not the real Watson, I'm just borrowing Watson's body, so my information is incorrect...... That's why he had that puzzled expression before......"

"Human beings are very delicate creatures, the same thing, two people will make different choices. It is precisely because of this that you can meet Van Gogh, maybe it's just something they didn't expect, or it may be a breakthrough...... Listening to what I say, which assumption do you think is more appropriate? Sherlock Holmes let out a long sigh, and after the current analysis, this opponent simply knew everything about himself, and he didn't know anything about the guy.

He would probably be the most formidable enemy Holmes had ever faced.

But if that's the case, then they should have known about Van Gogh's arrival in Arkham...... "If even Sherlock Holmes could be led by the nose by the yellow-robed man he met, then Van Gogh would not be able to get rid of that guy's control, on the contrary, Van Gogh was better controlled than Sherlock Holmes."

"Arkham became like that, in fact, to trap Van Gogh, otherwise who would be hiding in the sewers if he was fine. But there is another point, some logic is not clear, why control Van Gogh? Even if Van Gogh had the talent to see walls, it wasn't very useful......"

Solving a problem inevitably leads to a new one, and the problem is never-ending, and these problems have been haunting Holmes's head.

"No, for us, this talent is not powerful, but for them, this talent is a nightmare. Could that be another possibility? If I were Watson, not Wang Feng, we met Van Gogh when Arkham entered the sewers, which was of course part of his plan, but his purpose was to kill Van Gogh with our hands, thinking that this guy was the author of it all. "If you think about it, things have taken a new turn.

It was the first time Holmes had encountered such a difficult problem, and he once said that if the impossible is eliminated, the remaining results, no matter how bizarre, are the truth of the facts.

But such a sentence does not seem to fit now, because everything that has been conjectured at the moment is without problems and can be explained...... Could it be that there are many truths?

"There will always be only one truth, but all the things we know so far are just illusions."

Sherlock Holmes looked at Wang Feng and always felt in his heart that he would know something.

Wang Feng bit his thumb and squatted by the wall, looking sluggish.

"Why can all we speculate be explained as truth...... Maybe that's one of the guy's plans. We were well placed from the start. Wang Feng suddenly realized, he is not afraid of a powerful opponent, he is afraid of this kind of opponent who plays people in the palm of his hand, this kind of talent is the most terrifying existence.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out in his ears, and the people in the hallway fled in all directions.

Wang Feng hurriedly raised his head and looked around: "Where did the gunshots come from?" ”

He glanced at Sherlock Holmes, who was standing motionless in the crowd at this moment.

"This shot did not hit anyone, but was intended to cause panic...... If that were the case, the person who fired the shot must have been hiding in the crowd. So what is his purpose...... Sherlock Holmes or me? ”

Wang Feng peeled away the crowd and tried to get closer to Sherlock Holmes, and a familiar figure appeared beside Sherlock Holmes.

"Oops...... His purpose is Sherlock Holmes! ”

The yellow-robed man also saw Wang Feng in the crowd, showed a playful smile, picked up the blood-stained dagger and shook it.

"Damn! You ...... guy."

In the blink of an eye of Wang Feng, the yellow-robed man in kung fu disappeared, and the crowd had already dissipated, and Holmes knelt directly on the ground and fell in a pool of blood.

Sherlock Holmes...... Wake up! Don't sleep...... Nurse, nurse! Wang Feng hurriedly hugged him and let him lie on the ground, and pressed Holmes's wound to reduce the amount of bleeding.

Sherlock Holmes opened his eyes, his mouth trembling slightly, and motioned for Wang Feng to lean his ears over.

"What are you going to say about Sherlock Holmes? You don't want to have an accident......"

"That...... Guy...... Call...... Ahem...... Moriarty. ”

Holmes closed his eyes as soon as he finished speaking.

The nurse rushed over and lifted Holmes onto a stretcher.

Wang Feng followed all the way, but was blocked outside the operating room.

After a long time, the doctor walked out of the operating room with a solemn expression, and when he saw Wang Feng, he just shook his head and told him that he had done his best.

Holmes's body was pushed out, Wang Feng's nose was sour, tears fell down, and he kept shaking Holmes's corpse.

"Wake up! Don't fall asleep...... There's a lot going on...... I want you to be Sherlock Holmes. ”

"Sir's Day mourning is good, and the deceased is great."

The doctor patted Wang Feng on the shoulder and apologized.

Wang Feng sneered, looked at the doctor and said, "What if...... Can you ...... If you come early...... If you come early! ”

The doctor lowered his head and apologized: "I'm sorry, sir......"

Wang Feng looked a little excited and grabbed the doctor's collar: "Why...... It's just a stab, why did you die? ”

"Sir, please calm down...... The man's knife was very precise, and this knife cut the main artery...... We've really done our best. ”

"That's right! They are doctors......

Wang Feng wiped his tears and looked at the doctor and bowed: "I'm sorry...... I'm so excited......"

The doctor smiled, bowed, and then said a few words before turning away.

In the corridor, there was only Wang Feng and Sherlock Holmes, who was lying dead on the stand.

Everything is so swift that it's so quick that you never know which one will come first, the unexpected or tomorrow.

"Moritia...... Is that the guy's name? Sherlock Holmes, you can rest assured...... I'm going to make him pay! ”

At this moment, a hand directly grabbed Wang Feng's wrist.