"You've found a dead end," said William.

At the same time, the footsteps Watson heard a moment followed, enclosing the lowest steps.

"Raise your hand and surrender."

Watson stared at William. This kind of condition is like chasing mice to run into the traps set. But from the cell, Watson found a three-way intersection. At that time, no one had even seen him. So how did this group of men know Watson had chosen to escape on the right until he could intercept both above and below?

"If you don't care this guy then shot," shouted Watson back.

William glared at Watson's eyes and grinned.

"Shoot !!!"

In the blink of an eye, Watson saw William's mouth that he was about to order a shot. He threw Behrouz out of the window and leaped after the second the sound of the gunfire.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!!”

Behrouz cried out, felt his body fall in fast speed. Hands and feet try to grab something for hopeless survival. And at that moment, Watson, who jumped from the window, kicked his feet for strength, rushed over to catch Behrouz in time. Before the human body hits the ground

THUD!!!

The ground beneath his feet collapsed into holes. The impact likely to separate the joint bones had no effect on Watson. He could sense the self-healing mechanism was healing the wounds from the three crossfire bullets on his back.

When he got out, Watson realized his surroundings. He was imprisoned in a fortress-like building or a stone castle perched on a not-so-high cliff. One side is a cliff. The other side is plain. And the point where he jumps down is on the edge of the cliff.

Watson looked at the open area without shelter. The kidnapper has a horse. If Watson was alone, there would be no problem. But it is difficult to carry Behrouz, who lost any energy to stand through the kidnappers and flee safely.

"Don't bite your tongue."

Watson speaks in Persian. That was the exact second, he jumped off a cliff.

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In one room ...

"Is it alright not to take drastic measures and let the two go?" The little, golden-haired woman spoke to the boss in an expressionless voice.

"Oh, I used the siege method because I wanted to see if the gun really didn't work," the boss said comfortably even though his plan failed.

"What should we do next?" Irene asked.

Before the boss can answer that question, the knock on the door was interrupted. William went pale in reporting that Watson and Behrouz chose to jump off the cliff.

"Hmm. After they jumped down a cliff, what did you do?" The boss asked in a morally sound.

"Well, though, that cliff is not high. But the stone is very sharp. They are hard to survive..."

"Did you saw their 'corpses,' so you can say 'didn't survive'?" Said the boss. The smile still adorns the handsome face.

"I will order my men to find them now." William was quick to understand the motives of his master.

"Good, now I have another issue for you to take care of." The boss ordered and turned to meet both Irene's eyes and the golden-haired woman.

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Baker Street, London

"Er, errr, since we can escape from them, err, thank man, let just separate...," Behrouz said, trying to pull his arm from Watson's clenched hand, refusing to let go in the kind that if Watson poked his finger into the flesh, he would have done it.

"Let me go."

"Quiet."

Watson spoke in a harsh voice. But made Behrouz stop nagging or trying to flick his arm away. The sun had passed over their heads when they found the station to catch the train back to London.

Watson walked briskly in a wrecked state of clothing. The well-tailored suit that Holmes brought for the masked party was as torn and dirty as the beggar's clothes.

After jumping down the cliff, Watson had to use himself as a shield to protect Behrouz from being knocked out by the rocks. He then had to escort Behrouz to escape the chase through a forest full of branches. Watson had several wounds, but his body could recover; only his clothes looked messy.

Behrouz, although Watson was careful, he was several injured, combined with the tortured gang-kidnapped wounds left him in a critical condition and should be treated immediately before the wounds became infected. But Watson didn't care. In the opinion of the silver-haired man, it was to go home as quickly as possible.

He must see with his eyes that Holmes is safe.

Creak!

Watson opened the door. The first person he saw was ...

"Oh my God! John, what happened!?!" Mrs. Hudson, who was cleaning the house, opened eyes at the condition of the silver-haired man. "Are you hurt? And this guy ...?"

"Holmes? Is Holmes at home?" Watson ignored to answer the question. Instead, he asked Mrs. Hudson back in a serious tone.

"Eh, Sherlock is right in his room as always. He has returned since the dawn. Except you, John, what happens... Oh"

Watson was not waiting for Mrs. Hudson to finish speaking. He dragged Behrouz straight up the stairs. Watson's ears could hear chattering through the closed door. Holmes's voice with another man.

Inside Sherlock Holmes's bedroom ...

A man with a beard, black hair wrapped in a loose scarf, Watson remembers this man is the same person he encountered during a bank robbery. The person was leaning over Holmes on the bed. He pulled Holmes's shirt. Place his palms on Holmes's chest and press carefully.

"Holmes!"