Sherlock Holmes Fanfiction
In a bedroom under surveillance where soldiers walking around, a candidate lay on the floor, staring at the man in black who is handling a revolver. Everything seemed to be quiet until the man said " You are done, Z," then he just jumped out of the window which is on the 53rd floor.
"Sherlock, Emerson Bush was murdered last night! He was from that place." John Watson rushed into the house and carried a newspaper in his hands.
"Yes, I told you that, but he's not the only one." Sherlock Holmes still looked at his book and replied with a low voice. It is hard to imagine that the voice is said by a tall and thin man.
"Holy, how could he be a candidate?" Watson picked up the delicate cup and had a taste, "You got nice tea, where's it from?"
"Obviously it is. The chief constable just sent me as a gift last night for arresting the serial killer." Sherlock gave Watson a peek. The tea seemed to be more important than the murdering of the candidate.
"And please turn on the music." The request from him was like an order.
"Oh, that reminds me. I have a gift for you a few days later." When Watson turned back to turn on the music, a strange smile appeared on his face.
Suddenly, a message came out on Sherlock's phone, which said "I will wait for you in the Banquet -the murderer" Sherlock showed it to Watson.
"Banquet? The Queen's birthday banquet tonight? Who is this? Murderer？" Watson said questioningly in surprise.
"The murderer of the candidate." Sherlock said in agreement and picked up his overcoat, "Things are getting interesting." Sherlock walked towards the door, and Watson put his phone into his left pocket. If Sherlock was careful, he could clearly see another phone he often used had already been in his right pocket.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to celebrate Queen Alice's birthday banquet." As the host started his speech, Sherlock and Watson walked into the room.
"Didi." As a new message was sent to Sherlock's phone, his brows furrowed.
It said "Come to the rooftop, I have a present for you. Remember, only you."
Sherlock prepared a handgun and went to the elevator.
Watson saw Sherlock entering the elevator and got into another one after him.
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Sherlock loaded the gun and pointed it towards the auto door of the elevator which was opening soon. As the door opened, he saw a man sitting on the handrail with his back facing him.
"Well, well, well, our genius Sherlock Holmes." The man said to Sherlock.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" Sherlock pointed at the man's head and asked seriously.
"I am your new friend, nice to see you." The man faced back and gave Sherlock a gruesome smile.
Sherlock did not say anything, but he noticed a pair of headphones in the man's ears.
The man suddenly took out his gun; However, he was shot by Watson who just came to the rooftop.
"Are you OK?" Watson asked Sherlock immediately.
"Fine, why are you here?" Sherlock replied to Watson without any emotion.
"I saw you leaving the room, so I just followed you." Watson walked to Sherlock slowly and left his hands like intending to push Sherlock.
"Who are you?" Sherlock turned back and asked.
After a sound of gun firing existed for an instant, the rooftop turned back to silence.
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Sherlock woke up in his bed, and he found that everything was a dream. Sherlock saw Watson on the street smoking a cigarette, his eyes became a crack.
End.