As time goes by, the picky British audience in front of the TV is gradually completely conquered by the pair. They begin to forget the images of Sherlock Holmes and Watson left by the other 75 pairs of actors in their minds. Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman in front of them, the strange guys who joke about each other are the real Sherlock Holmes and Watson.

Such a man with curly hair, tall and thin, long face, wearing a windbreaker, can see through everything, and is called a freak by everyone. Yes, he is Sherlock Holmes himself~~~~

In the bar, the originally noisy Holmes fans all calmed down, staring at the TV screen, sometimes unable to help laughing, sometimes fascinated by Benny's long lines. Except for a small number of loyalists who were still swearing and complaining that they couldn't understand, most people were completely addicted to it.

Watson, who was lame because of his inner disorder, followed Sherlock Holmes through the streets of London, looking for prisoners, and regained his lost heart. After avoiding the police's tracking, Watson panted and sighed happily:

"It's so ridiculous, this is the most ridiculous thing I've ever done in my life."

"You are a soldier who invaded Afghanistan." Sherlock Holmes, who was also exhausted, smiled. Watson didn't know why. Although he felt very stupid, he couldn't help but laugh happily. The subtle and relaxed sense of pleasure made people smile.

At the end, Watson shot the murderer who threatened Sherlock Holmes in the dark, and asked him afterwards: "You don't really want to swallow that pill, right?"

"Of course not, just delaying time, I know you will come." Sherlock Holmes, who escaped from death, denied seriously.

"No, you don't know." Watson looked at him excitedly, smiling as if he saw through him: "You are clearly happy with it. You bet on your life to take risks, right?"

"Why did I do this?" Sherlock Holmes said with his eyes narrowed.

"Because you're a fool," Watson smiled in an admiring tone.

When the close-up of the camera was transferred to Sherlock Holmes' mean face, the weird genius finally showed a heart-wrenching smile... just like Watson's smile expression... simple and refreshing.

When Charlie in the apartment saw this, he couldn't help but shake Fred's hand. Both of them couldn't help but smile at each other. The simple time they were having fun rehearsing together when they were young. At that time, they were able to do all kinds of absurd things without any scruples, without purpose or profit, but they enjoyed it. It was the best time in their lives.

Simon Terry, who was standing by, felt a sense of inexplicable loneliness surged from the bottom of his heart. The Sherlock Holmes fans in the bar were also drinking the wine in their hands, recalling their childhood playmates. The bus stop was watching the big screen on the commercial building, and the busy white-collar workers who had just gotten off work couldn't help but smile, thinking about their old friends who had not been in contact for a long time...

I don’t know when we have fewer and fewer friends around us. The playmates who hang out with each other every day when we were young have gradually become alienated. The brothers who once slept in the upper bunk in college have also disappeared in the vast crowd...

Look at the people around you who are dating every day, but now there are only those cold colleagues, friends who only appear when eating and singing, and lovers who urge you to keep moving forward every day but do not understand your inner thoughts...

When we become mature, it seems that every thing we do is for a certain purpose, getting married is for a child, working is for making money, and drinking with others is for getting a contract. We seem to be just numbly running towards one goal after another without stopping.

The only thing between us and others is to measure the depth of friendship based on the amount of interests, and the only topics of discussion are cold words such as houses, work, and stocks.

And are we really happy? I still remember when we were chasing football on the grass, sweating freely, forming an orchestra in college, singing loudly, playing CS all night in the Internet cafe, excitedly and screaming. At that time, we were not chasing any interests, but just doing those meaningless things, and we were also able to be happy easily...

We used to think that those happiness was because of football, music, games... But when I look back on the past, we have forgotten those specific things, and all we remember are those green faces that laugh with us, cry with us, and accompany us to be crazy...

We have lost the purest happiness because we have lost our friend, the friend who does not want to make profits from us at all, but just does seemingly ridiculous things together, crying and laughing together.

Looking at the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere between Watson and Sherlock Holmes on the screen, everyone remembered that they had similar moments, those deep friendships that had been forgotten.

The person who was sitting in front of the TV watching "Sherlock" unknowingly felt something else beyond the detective story in the relaxed and pleasant plot.

The middle-aged man in his thirties and forties began to look for the old phone book in the drawer, and the young man in his thirties also began to look for information about his former deskmate in the online alumni records.

Is "Sheroke Detective" an old-fashioned Sherlock Holmes story? Yes, but not only what the young Sherlock Holmes and Watson brought to the audience is not only a story of a detective holding a mobile phone, packaging it with modern technology, and high-IQ. Under these novel packaging appearances, what really touches people is the friendship between Watson and Sherlock Holmes that belongs to men.

The women were simply moved by the unique charm and temperament of Sherlock Holmes and Watson, but the men felt more of the friendship they missed in the story.

"Lee is so good to take. This is the best Sherlock Holmes and Watson I have ever seen." Charlie couldn't help but stand up excitedly, looked back at Fred and said in a trembling voice: "Fred, we have succeeded, we can keep the Council this time~~"

"Well..." Fred, who had been in a state of high tension, relaxed until he watched the entire first episode and confirmed that there were no broadcast mistakes. He took a deep breath and said, "This time there is no problem. Li Xiaole's modification in the last version is much better than before. This is not a unique commercial drama. This is perfectly retaining the inner essence of Sherlock Holmes and the best adaptation story~~

Simon Terry stared blankly at the end of the first episode of "Detective Sherlock", and looked at each other with a complicated expression. Fred and Charlie, who were holding hands and smiling faces, stood up with a loss and left the apartment without even calling a greeting.

Walking on the road, he kept recalling various scenes in "Detective Sherlock". He suddenly realized that he had made a serious mistake. Li Xiaole was completely different from Weinstein and others. He was definitely not just trying to come to the UK to make some money or open up the British market.

Instead, he respects the drama culture of the British from the heart and is truly passionate artist. Although he wrapped Sherlock Holmes in the cloak of modernization, he retains the true core of this novel, a human core that everyone has long ignored - friendship.

This is something that no American director can do. In the drizzle, he turned his head to look at the ancient Gothic apartment and unconsciously said to himself: "Fred...has a beautiful job."

At the same time, Li Xiaole, who was sitting in the office, had just finished watching this episode of "Sherlock" and immediately received a call from Benedict Cumberbatch.

"Li, I think my smile last time is too short, and the rhythm is longer. Do you think I should smile more when I say lines? I still think my eyes are too fierce, and I also feel that my body language is still weaker. People who play the violin should have more flamboyant gestures..."

Benedict Cumberbatch's voice was nervous, excited, uneasy, and excited, as if all kinds of emotions were gathered together, and he himself didn't know what he was talking about.

"Benny, calm down, say slower, now there is no Martin for you. I can't hear your fast lines clearly. Take a deep breath, take a deep breath~~" Li Xiaole smiled at the phone.

"Huh..." Benny took a few deep breaths on the other end and finally calmed down, but then an indescribable feeling surged into his heart, his nose was sore, and he choked at his phone:

"Lee~~~ I succeeded... I succeeded... The 'Modern Reflection' website is full of comments that praise me... Just now my agent told me that the advertising manager of Bedaff had called in person, hoping that I would endorse their windbreaker... Now my father... My father is dancing in the kitchen, I have never seen him so happy... He was calling and telling everyone he knew, I played Sherlock Holmes, and his son played Sherlock Holmes... Oh my God~~ He is proud of me~~"

Before this, although Benedict Cumberbatch did not show it, he was already physically and mentally exhausted. After announcing that he played Sherlock Holmes, he became the laughing stock of the whole of England. The media mocked him every day. Oscar-level actor Heath Ledger actually gave him a supporting role as a third-rate actor?

Whether it is his father, his friends, or everyone who knows him, he thinks he is crazy and will take on this role.
Chapter completed!