【British and American】My miserable life studying abroad

Sherringford.

Sherlock was wandering in the sealed room, with Watson who was forcing himself to calm down and Mycroft who seemed to be watching, while a woman's pale face was shown on the TV outside.

"Calm down, Sherlock," she said softly. "Is she your anchor?"

"Or, because she appears to be strong, gentle, and always finds the right path, she seems to be omnipotent?"

"No," Sherlock said, "She is not always right."

"That's because her ability is very strong... Yes, it is indeed so strong that I have no way to deal with it. Her weaknesses are always impenetrable. She has someone I can trust and a clear mind that can always remain clear," Oros smiled.

"All of her weaknesses have been protected, and you reminded her of the last one, so you think it's foolproof."

"You did it on purpose. You deliberately let the signal here at that time so that we can contact the outside world."

"Yes, you all seem to be much more at ease now...right?" There was no smile in Oros's eyes, which made the smile on her face look fake and formulaic.

"Then," she said more softly, "her last, unprotected weak spot... is left with you and your friend Watson."

Sherlock paused, his pupils contracting.

The last, unprotected weak spot...?

"Don't you think you and Watson are your weaknesses?" Oros was amused. "You know you are friends, and you know she has worried about you and Watson countless times. Remember, she always gives you protective measures before taking action. However, you never remember that a person's life is not just his own."

"Compared to the lives of your friends, you don't care that much about your own life, right?"

"Then make your decision, Sherlock. Use the gun in your hand to kill your brother or your friend."

"Sherlock," said Mycroft, "do it to me."

"You have always been the stupidest one in the Holmes family. You have been fooled by me and Orloth. I have had enough of stupid brothers like you."

"You act recklessly and recklessly, rarely considering others, and I always have to help you clean up the mess... Watson, remember his fake death two years ago? Before that, I brought Moriarty to meet Euros and let them stay together for five minutes without surveillance."

"The public opinion you suffered, the fact that you had to fake your own death and leave, and even your current situation were all their conspiracy. I arranged it and caused it."

"kill me."

"No," Watson stopped him. "Oros's plan is far more than this. We can't help you from now on, Mycroft. Your intelligence can help Sherlock continue until he finds the truth..."

"Take care of Mary for me."

Sherlock's hand holding the gun was shaking slightly, and he closed his eyes tightly. "Enough!"

He suddenly opened his eyes and put the gun against the softest part of his neck and brain. "In that case, I'd rather be the one to die!"

"No, Sherlock!"

"Stop!"

"Sherlock, you can't," Euros' voice became panicked, "You haven't saved the little girl yet, and you don't know who Red Beard is! You can't do this!"

Sherlock's eyes were red and bloodshot. "It all started with me, so it's only right that it ends with me."

"I don't think so." A familiar voice suddenly appeared. Everyone was startled. A warm feeling covered their whole body. Sherlock recognized that it was the disposable protective shield belonging to Wei Shengling.

The anesthetic flying from behind was blocked by the shield and fell to the ground with a "pop".

Wei Shengling stepped forward, reached out and grasped the gun in Sherlock's hand, taking the gun away without allowing any objection.

She turned to look at Euros on TV, who had regained his composure. "You came too fast. I didn't have time to move the others."

"Can magic find someone so quickly?"

"I guessed it. You placed sensors around them, right? Although Mycroft left the address of Sherinford, it's not a small place, so it's still a bit difficult to find them."

Wei Shengling nodded.

Please tell me that I am safe.

This was the word spirit that she often used in the black robe world to sense location and safety.

It is not commonly used in this world.

"It seems that I am one step behind, but I don't think so. Do you know who Red Beard is and the little girl? You know, it's not very clear, right?" Olaus said, "You have to find me, Sherlock. Even if she tells you these two answers, you will come to me."

"Because I am always here, by your side, waiting for the next opportunity. Superheroes are always so busy. When the next crisis comes, can she still arrive in time?"

"Come to me."

The TV was turned off, and Watson breathed a sigh of relief. "Sookie, how's Mary doing?"

"She's fine, her injuries are almost healed," Wei Shengling rubbed his brows, "So many things happened, and you never mentioned them!"

"Because I have to find the person behind all this," Sherlock looked at the gun in Wei Shengling's hand, "Oros, she is right, I have to find her."

"I have no choice..." She heard a little girl's voice on the radio, "What should I do?"

This is the little girl that Euros mentioned.

"Don't talk, Ling, don't tell me." Sherlock raised his head. He already had some guesses. He bent down and picked up the anesthetic needle. "Mycroft, if I faint, where will she take us?"

"To the beginning of everything." Mycroft looked at Wei Shengling with deep eyes. "The old house of Sherlock Holmes."

After looking at the photo of Holmes' old house, Wei Shengling drew a portal, and several people left Sherrinford instantly. There was a rough square house at the door of the old house, which was not solid. Sherlock just pried it open with force, and one wall was broken open, and the light illuminated the scene inside.

Photos, dog bowls, dog food...

There was a red beard written on the dog bowl. Sherlock stared at it for a long time. "Ling, don't tell me... let me find it myself."

Let me unravel for myself these nearly twenty years of self-deceiving memories.

Wei Shengling stood there, and Watson patted her shoulder and said, "You came just in time, Su Ji."

Her arrival allowed them to regain the initiative. Instead of being pushed forward, they wanted to move forward themselves.

And there is plenty of time.

"I should have remembered that," Sherlock said, straightening up. "Dad is allergic to dog hair."

Therefore, it is impossible to keep a dog at home.

Redbeard couldn't possibly be a dog.

he is……

"Victor."

His childhood playmate.