[Sherlock Holmes] The Rose and the Thorn

That was about the last time Watson heard him speak.

In the past few days, London is still foggy, and there are people coming and going on the bustling streets, and no one will stop for the disappearance of a person in this world.

Yes, Holmes and Moriarty both fell off the cliff a day ago. Although the bodies were not found, there was a swift current under the cliff.

Watson didn't dare to think about it. He hadn't eaten or drank for a whole day.Although Scotland Yard looked dismissive on the surface, Watson knew from Lestrade and Gregson's successive visits that they were also shocked by this incident:

"I didn't expect..." Lestrade lowered his head, "He is a great detective."

"Not just a detective, Detective Lestrade." Watson sat in front of the fire, and he had maintained this position for hours, because he could not get over the great pain, "his last act has been More than a detective, he was putting his life on the line to keep London safe."

"Yes... yes..." Lestrade murmured. Although he was not very close to Holmes, he had helped him many times after all. He was thinking that his death might affect his future judgments. "He's a great man." So in the end, he nodded affirmatively.

Scotland Yard has searched up and down the river for a long time since Watson reported the crime, but they have never found the two bodies. This is why Watson feels pain. A sad thing.

Holmes' brother, who was a government official, had learned of the matter from Scotland Yard, and within an hour or two he had learned of the sad news.But he was not as sad as he imagined. When he went to Baker Street to pack up his younger brother's belongings, he also saw his friend Watson:

"That's the way he always wanted to end his life, to die for justice, just like a hero." Macroft Holmes said, "Maybe you don't believe it, he is more romantic than any of us in his bones, but we are all loved by him." The flexible brain is bewildered."

"But still..." Watson shook his head.

"And..." Markcroft paused, "This time, he died for a woman. Heh, I never thought that one day he would actually fly like a moth to a flame in a love story."

"..." Watson slowly raised his head to look at his back.

"I'm more worried about that lady now..."

■

Claire knew that this incident was completely accidental. Morstan hid Watson's telegram to her, and she didn't know whether she should show it to her, but one day later, Claire accidentally saw it in a drawer.

She didn't cry, not a single tear, which had been shed when Victor died.All she had to do was pack her bags and get on the last train to London.

Along the way, she didn't say a word.Her female companion looked at her with trepidation, for fear that something might happen to her, because her gaze was so empty, it seemed as if she had no attachment to anything in the world, and anyone who saw it would feel worried or even horrible.

They arrived in London in the latter part of the night, and it was as dark as ink, and surrounded by a fog that Clare loathed.She felt that even though she had lived in this world for more than 20 years, she still couldn't get used to the fog. Her happiness, happiness, what she loved and what she hated seemed to be swallowed up by it.

When he returned to 221b Baker Street, Watson had already fallen asleep on the sofa, and there were footprints all over the floor. Presumably, in the two days since Holmes disappeared, this apartment has been visited by too many people, even today's The Times, Holmes' favorite paper, carried news of his disappearance or death.Ironically, it wasn't until his death that his picture was printed in a newspaper.

Claire paced into Holmes' room and closed the door.Not long after, Morstan heard crying from inside.Like a cat complaining late at night, she lost several loved ones within a week.They both chose to give their lives for her, but for her, it wasn't what she wanted.

For the next week, Morstan didn't dare to leave Claire for half a step, she was afraid that something would happen to her.Watson had also received news from Scotland Yard several times, but there was no definite news, and the worst thing was that the news about Holmes was slowly decreasing, and it was impossible for people to spend a lot of time on it. Under the scouring of time, people gradually begin to get out of sorrow and get on the right track.

So two weeks later, at the suggestion of Markcroft, they decided to buy a grave for Sherlock Holmes. Even if it was an empty coffin, at least he had a place to go.

Yeah, it's time to start all over again.

Claire asked Morstan to move back to her own home, and she re-hired a 40-year-old woman as her servant, and her new book began to be serialized again... But she never left 221b Baker Street, and Holmes' room was always reserved.Since then, she has never rented out the room to anyone.Whenever at night, when she thought of the figure who once sat on the sofa with folded hands, she would light a candle and sit in the room for a while.

Maybe she still can't believe his death in her heart, that's why she stubbornly stays in this place that makes her sad.

■

Time flies, and the time flies by. Whenever Claire thinks of the whole year of waiting for his news, she feels that kind of heart-wrenching feeling that she has never experienced in her two lifetimes.

But now, the sky is sunny and the birds are singing outside the window, as beautiful as their second reunion.

"Sherlock, the weather seemed to be the same when you first stood in front of this apartment." Claire turned her head to look at the man sitting in front of the fireplace reading a newspaper behind her.

"No no, it was a cloudy day, Claire."

"partly cloudy?"

"It's your memory that's wrong."

"Oh, then it must have been a sunny day when you stood in front of the apartment for the rest of your life!"

"I remember it was raining that day."

"No, it must be sunny."

"Oh Claire, there is definitely something wrong with your memory, you should go to the hospital."

"..." Claire pursed her lips, "Sherlock, do you know how annoying you are now?" The man who read the newspaper finally turned around for the first time after hearing this, "I hate you so much that I can't wait to put the quill in my hand. Throw it over."

"..." The big detective seemed to feel a trace of murderous intent, and finally turned his head and shrugged his shoulders, "Well, it's sunny or sunny as you like, but the fact is, it did rain that day. My hat and coat were soaked, and it was so cold trembling."

Claire took a deep breath, she really couldn't remember now, because it was almost ten years ago, maybe she thought it was a sunny day, because when she saw him, she had been thinking about it for a whole year. The rain finally stopped, the sky in my heart cleared up, and my life regained its color.

He returned to 221b Baker Street, and she never left for this day.She has always known that he will not betray his promise, he said he will stay here forever, he said he will not go anywhere, so Claire will always stay here waiting for him, to stay here with him forever, nowhere go.

And he did come back, and he did keep their promise.

"Then Sherlock, do you remember what day it is?"

"Your birthday?"

"Do not."

"Your new book is out?"

"I've just written two chapters of my new book."

"Is that not Watson's birthday?"

"Oh, don't you have an outstanding memory? What's wrong now?"

"I can't remember, and that must be because I don't have to remember the day at all."

"..." Claire was silent for a while, and soon, she took a shiny thing from her left hand, "Oh, God knows why I was so blind that I must marry you."

"You had no one to marry, Mrs Treve," he teased.

"You bastard!" Claire threw the ring on the table. Even though they have been married for almost ten years, the two are still as willful as a little girl and a young man in love. Let's break up!"

"Please."

"Humph!"

There was a sound of "ping pong pong pong" in the room, and their old servant, Mrs. Brown, went upstairs with freshly brewed black tea. She looked at Holmes who was reading the newspaper, and the gleaming wedding ring on the table. Can't help but say:

"Sir, Ma'am is for coaxing."

"Oh, it's just capricious, let her go." He didn't even lift his eyes, "It will be fine later."

"You really should have a child, he will definitely be able to trip you up and make you stick closer."

"Ma'am," Holmes finally turned to look at the chubby old lady, "we don't like things that get in our way. It hinders our thinking."

"Okay, okay..." Mrs. Brown shook her head helplessly, "Only this, you and your wife are unbelievably similar."

Not long after, a series of loud doorbells rang downstairs.The sound of packing the luggage in the room stopped immediately, and the door of the room opened in time. Claire poked her head out and excitedly asked her husband who was about to break up with him just now on the sofa:

"Sherlock, new case?"

"Yes, do you want to come out and listen together, Claire?" He looked up at his wife with a smile.Claire nodded, closed the door and happily sat beside him.

Downstairs there was the sound of the door being opened and closed, and Mrs. Brown called them the visitor's name aloud, while Holmes stooped to pick up the bright ring, and took Claire's left hand to put her ring finger on:

"Today is our wedding anniversary."

"..." Claire froze for a moment.

"When the guests leave, let's celebrate tonight."

Claire smiled lightly at him, and the next second, their guest walked into the room.