[Comprehensive] I am broadcasting live in poisonous

That night, the citizens of London fell asleep as usual, but they were all awakened by the sound or the frequency of the air wave shock at the same time. They dragged their baggy nightgowns to the French windows unique to Europe , looking in amazement at the darkness extending to nowhere in the sky, a small group of dazzling white light flickered.

Afterwards, the lights in an urban area flickered on and off, and no one knew what happened.

Even the British prime minister at the center.

Even the immersive Inspector Lestrade.

Even Mycroft Holmes who quickly grasped all the information after receiving the report...

Only he, the famous detective Sherlock, knew what was going on just now, but when he stumbled out from the ruins, he was hit by a mobile unit ordered by the government with a narcotic bomb before he could say a word. , Handcuffed and arrested.

"It's almost like a dream," he murmured.

In the end, the curly-haired detective could only sit in the position of being clamped by two muscular officers, while rolling his eyes and exalting under the effect of the anesthesia bomb, while facing the blockade in front, the corners of his mouth opened wide, his expression quite This kind of arrogant posture that everyone in the world is drunk and I am alone awake. His crazy eyes shining with the light of wisdom cast a meaningful glance at the crowd of onlookers, which shocked many people, and was quickly photographed by the reporters who rushed to the scene. , ready to be tomorrow's front page.

"Sherlock... is going to be famous again."

Lestrade, who was temporarily in the blockade, stood there speechless, hugging the blanket sent by the logistics department, with the image of a victim in an accident, but he soon woke up, shook his head, Return to normal thinking.

He rushed in front of the officer leading the team, carefully thought out his words, and tried to defend Sherlock, "This must not be true. I invited that guy here to investigate the case temporarily, and he didn't have any motive at all..."

"Inspector, I only focus on arresting people." The other party only said in a militaristic indifference: "If you have any questions, you can apply to provide testimony to the relevant departments."

This is the truth, Lestrade slapped himself, took a deep breath, then turned his head suddenly, strode out of this place, pushed away the finishing soldiers, found his car in the parking lot, got in the car and just Ready to insert the key.

but--

Suddenly, a black figure sprang out from behind him, and quickly squeezed into the car. The huge man squeezed the space inside the car into an extremely small place. His fist the size of a sandbag was aimed at the inspector's temple. He was clearly unarmed. However, Strade still felt the deadly danger intuitively felt after being on the edge of danger for many years, which made him sit stiffly in the driver's seat, and asked with difficulty: "Who are you?"

The big man gritted his teeth and announced arrogantly: "Mutant, maybe you haven't heard of it before, but soon, you will be very familiar with it!"

Lestrade: "...?"

The inspector felt that the big guy's fist could smash his head into pieces, and he even doubted his eyes. How could there really be such a big fist in this world?The size of a sandbag is really that big.

Is he dreaming?Otherwise, how could Sherlock, who is usually arrogant and contemptuous of the world, make such a big mistake, and he shouldn't have met such a guy who inexplicably claimed to be a mutant in his car.

But the sticky sweat on his fingertips and the slight vibration of the engine under his feet made him realize that all of this is true, and all science has actually happened.

When he came to his senses, it was impossible for him to yield to such a dangerous person.

Coupled with the bad results of an experimental mutation in New York that I heard a little today, this made the inspector think that he might have encountered a mutant that escaped from a terrible laboratory that was unconscious.

——The only thing we can do now is to find a way to resist, catch this dangerous person who claims to be a mutant, and bring him back for interrogation!

"If you don't want to die, drive!" After the big man triumphantly announced his identity, he impatiently asked Lestrade to drive away from this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

However, Lestrade twisted the key seemingly obediently, and at the same time stepped on the clutch, he also quietly touched the place where the gun was placed on the back of his waist, when his fingertips almost touched the cold and hard gun handle.

boom--

The sizzling sound of bullets cutting into his flesh vibrated in his ears, a large wave of bright red blood splashed onto his face, and the smell of rust irritated his pupils to constrict suddenly.

As an experienced detective at Scotland Yard, Lestrade immediately reacted, dodged backwards, and kicked away the big man who was hit in the middle of the forehead. In the middle of the light, sharp-eyed saw a very familiar man in a felt hat and sunglasses.

That head and that physique.

It's the wanted man who escaped from New York!

"Stop, don't run!" Lestrade's head became hot, he slammed on the accelerator, and drove forward, while Leon, who had just shot to save his life, turned his head and left without saying a word.

The dark windbreaker tossed up and down as his long legs moved. This taciturn Italian killer possesses agility that is completely different from his physique. He has long legs and long hands. In addition, the terrain of the parking lot is complicated, and he is surrounded by crowds because of the terrorist incident. There were so many people, it was difficult for Lestrade to catch up with the car while driving left and right.

Four wheels cannot keep up with two legs.

The inspector was so angry that he honked his horn, but when he finally drove out of the parking lot, a large intersection in front of him made him lose his way again. He keenly analyzed the surrounding terrain, and chose to go to the suburbs with an airport. Just as he was about to continue chasing him in the direction, he was stunned, and outside the car window, a familiar person was waving at him.

"Jane? Why are you here?"

Jian Yue pursed his lips slightly, and motioned the inspector to look at the government-flagged car behind him, "I was visiting the museum with Mr. Holmes before, and after hearing that there was a terrorist attack here, we followed along to have a look."

"Mr. Holmes?" Lestrade almost didn't react, but in view of the car, he opened his mouth in astonishment, "You mean Mr. Mycroft, Sherlock's brother, who has a terrifying desire to control and whose methods are beyond ordinary people's understanding? "

It seems that, as the link between Sherlock and various cases in London, the detective is also harassed by this alternative extreme brother.

After Jian Yue nodded, Lestrade immediately accepted the explanation and let go of the previous killer. After all, it was his duty to arrest an international killer, but regarding Sherlock, it was entirely a personal responsibility.

"Where is his brother, I have something to tell him."

Although Mycroft's secretary was still in the car, he couldn't get away from such a deeply involved incident to meet with Lestrade. The secretary told the inspector, and Mr. McCoff could only agree to the inspector. Back at Scotland Yard, after the interrogation, he will watch the video himself at that time.

Lestrade had no better way, so he could only agree in disappointment.

In London, the sky tends to be a color between dark and gray.

The police car shared by Scotland Yard, driven listlessly by its owner, slowly drove into Baker Street. It was almost five o'clock in the morning. As for the others, it was because Jian Yue kept reminding him softly.

"Red light ahead."

Jian Yue's voice seemed to be able to directly enter Lestrade's mind, even if he was in a trance, he would wake up with a jolt and step on the brakes.

"Thank you!" The detective twitched the corners of his mouth dryly, and in the confusion, he couldn't help but say, "I don't know how I will explain to Mrs. Hudson when I get back. I'm afraid she won't want to see it again in this life." me."

This is the longest sentence Lestrade has said in the past two hours, which shows that the impact of the incident just now on him has tended to weaken, and his defense is also the weakest.

Jian Yue glanced at him, and asked in a timely manner: "She will understand. Would you mind telling me what happened when you went out to investigate the case today? McCoff told me that Sherlock seemed to be out of control, Mistakes were made in the light of numerous witnesses and physical evidence."

"It's not like that." Lestrade sat down on the steering wheel for a while in a state of desperation, before pinching his brows and narrating weakly: "Today we were going to expose a transnational art thief, this guy The background is not small, and the status and status can actually participate in the highest-level charity gala in London. Because the other party is elusive, and I am not sure that I can catch the other party on other occasions, I bite the bullet and invite Sherlock. It was fine at first, but later……"

The charity dinner happened, and many ordinary people couldn't understand the special circumstances. The inspector could only vaguely perceive that during the whole process, two teams of people from different camps clashed secretly. When the organizer held a charity auction, The two surrounded the Prime Minister who was specially invited to attend, and they rushed to the Prime Minister without even stopping the four guards.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, even the murder weapon was fully exposed, and a major event that would shake the world was almost about to happen.

But before that, the other camp seemed to have done something, and the scene fell into chaos for a while. Everyone felt a tingling pain in their cochlea. Everyone covered their heads and knelt down, so Mr. Inspector couldn't be sure whether he was I really saw the young man with wings rushing out to rescue the prime minister, and it was difficult to determine whether all the iron objects on his body rushed out of his pockets as if they were alive.

——However, he was sure that there were three bullets missing in his pistol.

Everything is so unbelievable that people can't figure it out.

After the inspector finished speaking, he felt that he had some kind of illness, "The world is changing so fast, I really can't figure it out, and I don't know how to explain the ins and outs of this matter to Mrs. Hudson and my chief. I can't believe my eyes."

Jian Yue looked at him, with a hint of comfort in his calm tone, "Perhaps, there are more people who believe in this matter than you imagine, and it is also possible that this is not the first time this kind of thing has happened, it happens everywhere. Unscientific examples, whether they are myths or man-made, of course, will come to light one day."

The British countryside prefers pure white and red bricks. Even though London is a city with depressing and dark colors, it does not lack such simple and lively colors. Walking from Baker Street, there are rows of shops in front of you. Elongated under the illumination of white light, it adds a lot of interest to the clean and sprawling avenue.

At 221B Baker Street, Mrs. Hudson was also awakened by the explosion. Wrapped in a blanket, she couldn't fall asleep in the living room, drinking coffee until Jian Yue and Lestrade returned.

Knowing that Sherlock was involved in a criminal case and even regarded as a murderer, Mrs. Hudson did not go into a rage as the inspector thought, and reprimanded her. Women are obviously more rational in such a crisis, and she was stunned for a moment Finally, he stood up tremblingly, his hair was slightly pale.

"Now, I can only hope that the guy's natural intelligence can help him tide over the difficulties. I will prepare meals carefully. If there is news, I can send him something to eat at any time. That guy is so picky and difficult to talk to. , don't suffer in it..."

That Sherlock, who was born a genius but is different from others, is lonely and lonely.

In her eyes, she was still a child.