The horse's footsteps stopped ... when the carriage was completely parked, Watson was taken out.

The silence, only to hear the sound of the insects and the strong wind, made him think he had been brought far away from the city. Maybe a plateau or a mountain somewhere. Then Watson was brought into the house. Considering the sound of feet hitting the floor of the person carrying and the distance, Watson thought the floor was made of stone. Perhaps it is an old mansion or an ancient prison that is still in use.

The men carrying Watson pushed his body against the stone wall. Then he chains locked Watson on the wall without removing a single chain from him. Before removing clothes from his eyes and mouth. The first picture Watson saw was him in a cage.

"Who told you guys to tie me this tight?" Watson asked William. "Where, Sherlock Holmes?"

But William did not answer. He and his companions locked the door of the cell and walked away. Although there was no candle in the cell, Watson's eyes were still clearly visible in the dark. William and his companions walked out through the wooden door at the end of the way. And within this room were five steel cages. With an empty corner full of punishment equipment.

Watson smelled faint blood. In two cages next to Watson, the body of a man lay curled, turn his back to him.

"Hey, you're there. Did you hear? "

Watson tries calling. He could smell the blood and hear faint breath. The man was not tethered to the wall but was seriously injured.

"Can you still speak?"

What was received was silence. Watson then let the silence last for several minutes.

"If you cooperate, I'll help you get out of here. "

Watson spoke again. Finally, the weakened figure lifted his head and turned to look at Watson. That person has dark hair and eye color, a frowning nose, swollen face, dry bloodstains. Estimated in his age 30s to early 40s.

The man looked at Watson in surprise for several minutes until ...

"Why this guy gets tied up like this?"

The words that came from the man's mouth were not in English. But in Persian, Watson thought that the man would not be able to listen to English and not talk to someone who spoke English. At this point, the fact that he had so many chains on his body was an advantage that drew the man's attention to speak.

"If you cooperate, I'll help you get out of here."

Watson spoke again in Persian. When he was born, the creator managed him to speak every official language in the world. Maybe except for languages ​​that the creators do not know, such as dialects or minority languages.

"You can speak Persian!" The man blinked in surprise, not thinking that he would suddenly come across a man who spoke the same language in this country. But then he sighs.

"Your condition is worse than mine. And still, dare to say you will help me out. Why are you being chained that much? "

"Are you here alone?" Watson said, ignoring the foreign man's question.

"Have you've seen a young Englishman with black hair, black eyes named Sherlock Holmes or not?"

"Here only me. My name is Behrouz Zakaria. And you?"

"Watson ... John H. Watson, do you know this place is ..."

creak!

Suddenly the door opened. A well-dressed man walked into the room with a dignified expression. His sharp eyes looked down at Watson and grinned.

"Seem it works."