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Chapter 203 The Drink You Paid For

Sherlock has an observation ability that surpasses ordinary people. He only needs to take a look to know that the two people are not here to drink.

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

In fact, this situation can be imagined. It would be a rare thing if the two people who disrupted the emperor's plan could drink freely in the dark of London without being discovered.

But fortunately, those two people seem to be just monitoring for the time being. Presumably, 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 blatantly retaliate against the Holy See The reason is that they couldn't draw their guns and kill Sherlock and Watson in public.

But Sherlock couldn't let the two men with guns follow behind him like a follower, so he put down the wine glass in his hand and was about to get up.

"Is there any smoke?" Watson asked suddenly.

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

Watson took it and got up immediately:
"Then I'll smoke one."

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

The brighter the light, the darker the shadows, and under the illumination of those complicated gas lamps, there are many places around the bar that the light cannot reach. Some people were thrown here drunk, and some people held inferior hallucinogenic Leaning against the wall and trembling slightly, more young people were hugging, kissing, or simply lying on the ground in the spirit of alcohol, omitting all the previous steps and going straight to the point.

In short, the lower part of London is like this. When the life in the daytime is more difficult, the nighttime indulgence becomes more unscrupulous. There is only a beam of light between the noise of music and the madness. Smoking, he even took the initiative to come to the corner. Even if he is a person who pays great attention to demeanor, it seems that he will not be able to do this.

So he must not be here just to smoke
Sure enough, soon a drunken drinker came to the corner. He was leaning against the wall. He seemed to be so drunk that he couldn't stand still. His eyes were slightly drooping, and he suddenly bent over and wanted to vomit. , but after retching several times, he just spit out a lot of saliva.

Watson walked over holding a cigarette, and while the other party was leaning against the wall to breathe, he asked softly, "Excuse me, is there a fire?"

The man glanced at Watson, then feebly took out a lighter from his pocket and handed it over. In a place like this, it's perfectly normal to ask for a lighter at random.

The slight collision sound of the flint was covered by complicated music, and the frail flame was also covered by the confusing lights around it. No one would notice such an ordinary scene.

"See, you only drank half a glass of wine just now, why did you suddenly become so drunk?" Watson asked with a smile, squinted his eyes, and lightly exhaled a puff of cigarette.

The man seemed to be taken aback for a moment, but fortunately he couldn't see the strangeness of this moment clearly in the dim light: "I drank at another bar just now, this is the second meal."

Very good answer, I have to say that the members of the Imperial Investigation Team are somewhat 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 lower back, and the pistol covered under his clothes had long since disappeared!

The investigator's breath was stagnant, and the drunkenness in his eyes dissipated instantly. He didn't know when his gun was taken away by the other party. Was it when he pretended to vomit, or when he handed him a lighter?
It doesn't matter, in short, this seemingly harmless man in front of him gave himself a sense of suffocation in an instant, but it was silent, as quiet as a sharp knife that cut his throat!His mentality was a little flustered, and he didn't dare to hesitate. He clenched his huge fists in both hands, rushed with his body, and smashed directly at the opponent's Tianling Cap.

However, Watson didn't even look at the ferocious appearance of the opponent pounced on him, he just poked the toe of his shoe out lightly, just in front of the opponent's forceful step, and the momentary loss of balance made him feel uncomfortable. The man fell down following the momentum, Watson turned sideways, and wiped the other's jugular artery with his slender hand without making any sound.

But the other party made a thud, and fell face down on the ground.

Watson squeezed the cigarette in his hand, and the lights on the high stage not far away turned on a little bit more. Suddenly, a burst of deafening music came, accompanied by the wild cheers of some drunken people in the audience.

In the darkness, he calmly pushed the scalpel in his palm back into his cuff, and stepped over the opponent's body, ignoring the sound of plasma spraying under his feet.

With his head slightly lowered, he walked towards the light with a calm expression on his face.

Sherlock saw that Watson was back, and noticed that the guy from the Imperial Bureau of Investigation hadn't come back. It didn't take much reasoning ability to know what happened, so he smiled and gave Watson a blow. glass of wine.

At the same time, I sincerely feel gratified for the brother lying in the shadows.

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

And when he thought of Watson's mention of his parents' identities just now, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion. It seems that things like talent also pay attention to heredity.

The drunkenness continued here, and the noise in the room was as usual, only another imperial investigator on the wine table behind him gradually became irritable, 5 minutes passed, 10 minutes passed, and the target he was staring at returned, but his companion But he didn't come back. The frequency of his leg shaking increased from 1 times a minute to 40 times a minute.

Finally, Sherlock and Watson felt that the time was almost up, they paid the money, and they walked out of the tavern gate.

The cold wind on the street blows away the hotness after drinking, but it doesn't blow away the slight drunkenness in the mind. People like them, if they don't want to get drunk, they can wake themselves up in a few seconds, but today's chat I'm very happy, and it's also very comfortable to return to the familiar London, so I don't care about the long-lost confusion.

"Oh, what about the other one, don't you kill it?" Watson seemed to have just remembered, as if there was still one guy who hadn't been dealt with.

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

Watson nodded without any excuses.
Anyway, it was like this, both of them had their own concerns, but at the moment they both chose to enjoy the hazy drunkenness tacitly, walking in the night in London, walking under the flickering street lamps that were constantly frozen.

And just behind them, a staff member of the Imperial Bureau of Investigation was quietly following. In fact, he didn't know who the two people in front of him were, let alone why he followed each other. This was an order from above. Order, 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 people were undoubtedly the most dangerous people he had ever seen in his career.

Due to the need to continue to follow up, he didn't have time to take a look at what was going on with his partner, but he could imagine that, in all likelihood, it was over.

That seemingly harmless man was able to kill his partner in such a short period of time, and the whole process was silent!

This kind of person is really too dangerous and terrifying. Fortunately, my tracking ability is very strong. Under this distance, I won't arouse the other party's alert. Otherwise, I really don't know if I can escape.

Thinking of this, he tightly held the gun in his lower back with his hand, and the shadow was constantly being stretched and shortened under the intertwining of light and darkness around him.

But when he passed a small alley
The streetlight at the entrance of the alley was broken, so there was darkness below, and he walked forward quietly and cautiously, his body naturally submerged in the shadow.

In an instant.
A tentacle suddenly jumped out from an invisible corner, directly wrapped around his body, and dragged him into a dark corner.

In just the blink of an eye, that person didn't even have time to yell, silently, a big living person, just disappeared like that.

Watson felt something strange behind him. He looked back, and was a little surprised to find that the person who had been following him seemed to have disappeared.

So he turned his head to look at Sherlock, with a hint of doubt in his expression.

But looking at the other party's posture like a normal person, he smiled helplessly. Well, this partner of his is like this, and there are too many surprising things about him. If you want to know everything, isn't it will be annoying.

So, go with the flow.

Instead of thinking about what happened to that person, it is better to think about the blurred night under the thick fog and the few glasses of wine tonight.
(End of this chapter)