Sherlock had an ability to observe beyond the ordinary, and he could tell at a glance that the two men were not here to drink.

Peanut may not be as good as Sherlock's ability to observe, but he has a keen sense of danger, and naturally it is impossible for the two disguised drinkers to hide from his eyes.

In fact, this situation can be imagined, and it would be a rare thing if the two people who disrupted the emperor's plan could drink generously in the London night without being discovered.

But fortunately, those two people seem to be just monitoring for the time being, and they should be afraid of the forces behind Sherlock, after all, when Watson entered the Academy of Sciences, he drove an exclusive car of the Holy See, so in order not to give the Holy See a blatant reason to retaliate, it is impossible for them to pull out their guns and collapse Sherlock and Watson in public.

But Sherlock couldn't let two men with guns follow him like bugs, so he put down his glass and was about to get up.

"Is there any smoke?" Watson asked suddenly.

"Of course." Sherlock pulled out a cigarette and handed it over.

Watson took it, and then got up:

"Then I'll smoke one."

With that, he walked towards the corner of the bar.

The brighter the light, the darker the shadows, and under the light of the intricate gaslighting, there were many places around the bar that the light could not reach, some people were drunk and thrown here, some were holding inferior hallucinogens, leaning against the wall and trembling slightly, and more were young people hugging, kissing, or simply lying on the ground with the help of alcohol, omitting all the previous steps and going straight to the point.

In short, this is the case in the lower town of London, when the life of the day is harder, the more unbridled the indulgence of the night, the noise of music and the madness of the chaos are only separated by a beam of light, and in this environment, Watson wants to smoke, and even takes the initiative to go to the corner, even if he is an extremely personable person, it seems that he will not do it to this extent.

So, he's definitely not just here to smoke

Sure enough, soon a drunken drinker followed him to the corner, he leaned against the wall, he looked like he couldn't stand on his feet after drinking, his eyes drooped slightly, and he leaned over to vomit, but after a few retchings, he only vomited a lot of saliva.

Watson pinched his cigarette and walked over, taking advantage of the other party's time to catch his breath against the wall, and asked softly, "Excuse me, is there a fire?" ”

The man glanced at Watson, then weakly took out a lighter from his pocket and handed it over, like this kind of place, it is normal to ask for a fire at will.

The slight clash of flints was covered by loud music, and the faint flames were obscured by the confused lights around them, so that no one would notice this side of the ordinary picture.

"Look at how you suddenly got drunk like this after only drinking less than half a glass of wine just now." Watson smiled and squinted, lightly exhaled a puff of cigarette, and asked.

The man seemed to be stunned suddenly, but fortunately he couldn't see the strangeness of this moment clearly in the dimness: "I drank in another bar just now, and this is the second meal." ”

Very good answer, I have to say, these people in the Imperial Investigation Team are quite adaptable.

But suddenly, he saw the beautiful man in front of him, fiddling with a gun

In an instant, his pupils constricted, and he subconsciously put his hand on his waist, and the pistol covered under his clothes had long since disappeared!

The investigator's breath froze, and the alcohol in his eyes dissipated instantly, and he didn't know when his gun was taken by the other party. Is it when you are vomiting, or when you are handing a lighter?

It doesn't matter, in short, the man in front of him, who looks harmless to humans and animals, gave himself a feeling of suffocation in an instant, but it was silent, as if he had cut the sharp blade of his throat! His mentality was a little flustered, and he didn't dare to hesitate, he clenched his huge fists with both hands, and rushed forward, smashing directly towards the opponent's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

However, Watson didn't even look at the fierce appearance of the other party pounced on him, but just poked the tip of his shoe out lightly, just before the other party took the step hardest, and the momentary imbalance made the person in front of him fall down with the momentum, Watson turned sideways, and his slender hand wiped the opponent's carotid artery without making any sound.

But the other party poofed, and fell to the ground face down.

Watson held the cigarette in his hand, and the lights on the high platform not far away brightened a little, and suddenly a deafening music was remembered, accompanied by the random cheers of some drunken people in the audience.

In the darkness, he quietly pushed the scalpel in his palm back into the cuff, stepped past the other party's body, and ignored the sound of plasma spraying under his feet.

With his head slightly bowed, he walked towards the light with a calm face.

Sherlock saw Watson come back, and noticed that the Imperial Bureau of Investigation guy he had been with didn't come back. It didn't take much reasoning to know what was going on, so he smiled and poured Watson a glass of wine.

At the same time, I am also sincerely grateful for the brother who is lying in the shadows.

You know, it is a very fortunate thing to be able to die so happily at the hands of Watson, and a certain Pope a few months ago did not have such treatment.

And when he thought of Watson just mentioning the identity of his parents, he couldn't help but sigh, it seems that talent is also a matter of genetics.

The alcohol here continued, the noise in the room was as usual, only the other Imperial investigator at the wine table behind him gradually became irritable, five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, the target he was staring at returned, but his companion did not come back, and the frequency of his leg shaking increased from 40 times a minute to 70 times a minute.

Finally, Sherlock and Watson felt that the time was almost up, paid, and the two walked out of the tavern door.

The cold breeze on the street blew away the heat after drinking, but it didn't blow away the slight drunkenness in the mind, people like them, in fact, if they don't want to get drunk, they can wake up again in a few seconds, but today they had a good conversation, and it is also very comfortable to return to the familiar London, so they don't care about the confusion that has been lost for a long time.

"Oh, what about the rest of the one, won't you kill it?" Watson seemed to have just remembered, as if there was another guy he hadn't disposed of.

Sherlock waved his hand casually, "I'll just take care of it, after all, you've paid for the drink." ”

Watson nodded, no excuse.

Anyway, in this way, both of them have their own hearts, but at this moment they both tacitly choose to enjoy the hazy drunkenness, walking in the night of London, walking under the street lamps that are constantly flickering from the cold.

And right behind them, an Imperial Bureau of Investigation staff was quietly following, in fact, he didn't know who the two people in front of him were, let alone why he was following each other, this was an order from above, of course, he didn't know who the 'above' was.

All he knew now was that he had to be extra careful, because these two men were undoubtedly the most dangerous people he had ever seen in his career.

He didn't have time to see what was going on with his partner because of the need to keep tracking, but he could imagine that nine times out of ten it was over.

The man who seemed harmless to humans and animals was able to kill his partner in such a short period of time, and the whole process was silent!

This kind of person is too dangerous, too terrifying, but fortunately, his tracking ability is extremely strong, and at this distance, he will not arouse the vigilance of the other party, otherwise, I really don't know if I can escape.

Thinking of this, his hand tightly grasped the gun on his waist, and the shadow was constantly stretched and shortened under the interweaving of light and darkness around him.

But just as he passed through a small alley

The street lamp at the mouth of the alley was broken, so it was dark below, and he walked quietly and cautiously forward, his body naturally submerged into the shadow.

In a flash.

A tentacle suddenly burst out of an unseen corner and wrapped directly around his body, dragging it into a lightless corner.

In the blink of an eye, the man didn't even have time to shout silently, and a big living person disappeared.

Watson felt something strange behind him, and he looked back, a little surprised to find that the person who had been following him seemed to be gone.

He turned his head sideways to look at Sherlock, his expression full of doubt.

But looking at the other party's posture like no one, he smiled helplessly Okay, this partner of his own is like this, there are too many surprising things on his body, if he wants to ask for everything, wouldn't it be annoying.

So, let it be.

Instead of thinking about what happened to that man, it is better to think about the misty night under the thick fog and the few glasses of wine tonight.

(End of chapter)