Orders emanated from the mouth of Moriarty.

He knew that he couldn't convince the other party, so he had to use coercive means to keep Sherlock behind.

And the defense level he asked for was almost military-level, and such a configuration was enough even if he was pulled to the front line to follow the demon purge troops to carry out tasks, but all this was just for Sherlock alone.

This is a bit too loud to think about by any means.

But as long as Sherlock can be left, he will not hesitate to make such a big noise.

Sherlock frowned, looked at Moriarty in front of him, whose breathing had changed rhythm, and finally couldn't help but smile: "Hehe, I really didn't expect it, I have had a lot of cases that have not been handled by law in my life, but I have not been caught with any tricks, and I finally wanted to maintain the laws of the empire, but I was directly locked up." ”

"I'm not going to let you die." Moriarty said: "That old man is already sick, if you don't go to trouble him, he will end up dying, I don't understand why you insist so much"

"Anyone will die, the important thing is the identity and the method of death when they die, of course sinners can't die as heroes, I just want him to die a reasonable point."

"Let it be." Moriarty shook his head helplessly: "I really can't convince you, but I'll block this street, I'll set up checkpoints on all traffic arteries, I'll distribute your photos to all train sections, and all airship airports, you can't leave London."

So, please be quiet for a while, and I promise to compensate you to the fullest extent possible when this is over.

It's for your good, my friend. ”

Moriarty said earnestly, then slowly got up and walked to the door of the room.

He didn't say goodbye, Sherlock didn't stop each other, and the two men were silently separated from each other, leaving only a 'click' of the door.

This huge persuasion has no results, and it is hard to imagine that even the Holy Son of the Holy See and so many big people have come forward, and there is no way to change Sherlock's mind.

In fact, to some extent, this detective does have a frightening paranoia.

Anyway, after a few hours, all the residents of the entire street had dispersed their troops and drove into the city, the vast war facilities had blocked the water around Baker Street, the huge steel gates like the city walls blocked all the way out, the high-exposure searchlights scanned back and forth in every corner of the street, the two Zeppelins overhead roamed slowly, and the soldiers in the suspension cabins held binoculars, constantly monitoring the situation below the people.

The citizens of London had no idea what was going on, but they thought that there must be some of the most vicious criminals in that street, otherwise how could there be such a battle.

At this time, in room 221B, a detective, a doctor, and two people gathered around the table, drinking the tea left over from the morning.

"Uh" Watson hesitated in a long voice, and then spoke: "Maybe you found out, we are imprisoned." ”

"Yes, I noticed it with my keen observation." Sherlock looked through the window, at the empty streets outside, and at the soldiers waiting on the outside.

"So, what should we do, are we still going to kill people?"

"Of course you have to kill."

"And how are you going to get out?"

Sherlock thought for a moment: "Actually, you may not believe it, I can go out at any time, and I've actually been thinking of ways for you all this time." ”

"What do you mean?"

"That's it, I need your help, although Augustine is not the emperor now, but he certainly doesn't kill if he wants to, to be on the safe side, I need a helper, a partner, but the embarrassing thing is that the way I left here doesn't apply to you, so I'm wondering, how can I get you out."

"I see." Watson nodded, and then took a sip of tea: "Actually, I won't tell you, I already have a way to get out, and just now, I've been thinking about how to get you out, because my way to get out is only applicable to myself." ”

“.”

The two of them said the same thing, and then looked at each other, and outside the window was the crowd of supervisors on the third floor and the third floor, which seemed a little strange.

At night, Commander Lake, who was in charge of the surveillance mission, yawned and looked at his watch, it was already half past eight.

In fact, he didn't quite understand what his mission meant.

The content of the mission is to monitor the two men in their thirties at 221B Baker Street, regardless of who they are, and do not need to know the reason for monitoring them, in short, no matter under any circumstances, do not let those two people leave, but under this premise, do not hurt them, if the other party violently breaks through, can only be passive defense, can not hurt lives, remember to send water and food on time, if the people inside have any requirements, try to meet them.

This doesn't sound like a surveillance order for an enemy or prisoner, and this team configuration really makes Commander Lake a little confused, just to spy on two people, and not to occupy the entire Downtown, so it can be used.

But this mission was a call from His Royal Highness the Holy Son himself, so he didn't dare to be a little lazy, and the duration of the mission was undecided, so Lake simply chose to live here.

And just then, the phone rang.

This call was specially taken for this mission, only the two men who were the target could call, Lake picked up the phone, very smart not to put on the slightest posture of a monitor, but said very respectfully: "Hello." ”

Sure enough, as he expected, the people in the apartment made some demands on him.

The two men were hungry and needed some steaks, from the shop on the far side of 31st Street, medium rare, with pepper sauce.

Without any hesitation, Lake sent someone to buy it and put it next to the door.

The person who delivered the meal did not linger and left after putting it down. Because when the task was assigned, it was explained that these two people were very dangerous. Since it's dangerous, try not to come into contact with it, who knows if those two guys will be crazy enough to take a military soldier hostage.

After another hour, the phone rang again, this time the people inside asked for two bottles of wine, which sounded like a lot of money, but Lake could only follow the other party's wishes and obediently send someone to get the wine.

In fact, he felt that if he was locked up in such a place, he wanted to eat and drink, it seemed to be quite good.

And the two people inside were obviously difficult to serve the Lord, because at half past eleven o'clock in the evening, when Lake was groggy and sleepy, the phone remembered again.

This time, the request on the other end of the phone made Commander Lake have to sigh that those two people would really enjoy life.

Because what they need this time is. Woman.

And it still has to be pretty

Or five

It's human nature to be full of lust and lust, and Lake just lamented that as a surveillance party, he could only sleep in a tent and eat bread, while those who were locked up inside ate steak, red wine, and women.

But adhering to the mission tenet of 'satisfying all requirements as much as possible', he could only do so, and under the operation of a soldier who was proficient in this way, he really got five extremely beautiful women.

Commander Lake didn't dabble in this kind of thing very deeply, the main reason was that he was not very willing to spend money on this kind of thing, but he could see that these beauties were definitely not bargains.

In a feeling of great envy, he ordered his men to check whether they were carrying any weapons or something.

In fact, there is no need to check, because the clothes on these people have nothing to hide, and they know at a glance that they can't hide anything.

So, they walked into room 221B, and the lights in that room were on all night, and they didn't know how many soldiers were spoiled all night guarding.

It was at last until it was nearly noon the next day that the women finally left, and it was evident from their tired countenances and somewhat irregular clothing that they must have spent a lot of effort last night.

In the evening, the people in the house asked for some food, as well as some water.

Three days after that.

The phone never rang again.

(End of chapter)