[Shen Xia] When Watson has Twitter

Sherlock can use Liberty and In, and cooperate with HOUND to deduce the organization that has been silent for a long time, and can also deduce the password through a book. This is a talent, and I can't find words to express my feelings.

Even with all my admiring words, I can't describe a ten thousandth part of his brilliant mind.

Eventually we find the prisoner, the researcher who helped Sherlock, whose overly American description of the phone gives him away.Sherlock's hard drive will only store useful things. This sentence was memorized by him. Of course, I think he will delete these as garbage after this case is over.

Sherlock's hard drive is always doing these jobs very diligently.

In that dark canyon, Henry raised his gun and defeated himself, killing a hound - in fact, I still can't tell whether it was our fantasy or the one kept by the restaurant owner in the abandoned mine shaft Big dog inside.But no matter what, Henry defeated the childhood shadow in his heart, he will have a new life, and the prisoner also blew himself up after stepping on a landmine, and Lestrade sighed more than once that he did not capture him alive.

That cost Lestrade a bonus, but I think Mycroft will make it up for him, since Lestrade sacrificed his precious vacation time here to support Sherlock.And as a younger brother, Mycroft will not be stingy in this regard.

"Phew." Back at the residence above the diner, I threw myself on the bed.

The fright in the laboratory, the fight in the canyon, and the chase that followed had exhausted all my energy.God, I haven't been this tired since the last time I ran around London chasing taxis with Sherlock.

Maybe there was also the kidnapping by the circus, um, and the shock of being covered in bombs in the swimming pool, plus kneeling in a woman's room and being held to the head by an American with a gun...

Well, as long as you are with Sherlock, life will never lack "surprises".

Sherlock looked exhausted too, but instead of going back to his own room, he walked into mine.He casually put the windbreaker on the chair at the door, and then sat beside my bed.

I rolled over and sat up and saw Sherlock fish a gun from under my pillow.

"I thought you would take it with you." Sherlock turned the handle of the gun with his pale and slender fingers, looking at me, his voice was low and sweet.

I exhaled and leaned on the pillow at the head of the bed: "That's Baskerville, a military base. I still know the common sense that you can't carry weapons when you enter there." If I had brought a gun, I would have been trapped in the When I was in the laboratory, I shot the damn card reader.

Sherlock nodded, then handed the gun back to me: "Actually, they still haven't executed the dog."

"Obviously." I took the gun and put it under the pillow again—because I have experienced wars, I am used to keeping weapons in the closest place to me—I took a sip from the water glass on the small table, and then said, " After all, it was raised by them, maybe like a child."

"I know."

Sherlock put his left leg on his right leg, and I turned my eyes slightly, in fact, deep down, I couldn't resist any of his movements, so I could only divert my attention: "No, you don't understand. "

"Because of feelings." Sherlock pursed the corners of his lips, and his lips would look pale every time he made this expression, "It's like you and me, and Mir."

I looked at him and suddenly realized I might have said the wrong thing just now.In fact, Sherlock is actually sensitive to these now. He had a dog named Redbeard, and it died.Now we have a dog named Mir who can even put his belly on Sherlock's face in the morning and the man never gets angry.

Sherlock has begun to understand what it is to like, what it is to cherish, understand, life.

Perhaps, it means, making him understand that love is not an impossible task.

This view makes me feel good, so I don't hesitate to smile: "Although it is a bit inappropriate, sometimes I feel that raising Mill is like raising children."

Sherlock was noncommittal, stood up and went to the table to pick up the tea bag and put it into the hot water.But I think it's nice that he doesn't want to deny it.

"Would you like to tell me that there is no hunting dog, but why did I see it?" I took out the computer, turned it on, and started to write a blog.

Sherlock paused with the hand holding the cup, then slowly took out the tea bag, turned around, and put it in my hand.

This is rare, Sherlock made me a cup of tea.

I was a little flattered, and then I heard Sherlock say: "Only Henry and I saw the hound that night. It was a hallucination, so I think we must have been drugged. In fact..."

"Wait." I suddenly felt something was wrong, "I remember, you said, you think the medicine is put in sugar?"

Sherlock didn't speak, but his eyes looked elsewhere unconsciously: "You have to know, my head always turns faster than others, so I need an ordinary head to test it out."

Okay, I'm sure, Sherlock was sure the pill was in the sugar at the time.So he made me coffee and added a lot of sugar, it was so sweet that I could get tired of it, but I still foolishly drank it!

I tried my best to resist the urge to splash the tea on Sherlock's body, took a deep breath, and stared at the unwavering surface of the teacup: "The medicine is not in the sugar, you guessed it wrong, they are in the mist."

"Not necessarily, it may be that the sugar and the fog have reacted..."

"The medicine is not in the sugar. Sherlock, you guessed wrong." I stared into Sherlock's eyes, frowned tightly, and gritted my teeth.

Sherlock seemed taken aback by me, then nodded, he is always sensible now: "Yes, I guessed wrong, they should be in the fog."

I just gave up, in fact, maybe I shouldn't forgive him so easily, but maybe because I experienced too much stimulation today, I don't have the energy to argue with him anymore.

"Well, John, I should say I'm sorry." Sherlock seemed unaccustomed to me not talking to him, he hesitated to speak.

"You said sorry too many times today, don't say it again." I could never be really mad at you.Of course, I didn't say the second half of the sentence, because I can no longer spoil him, and he will become more and more unscrupulous.Although he is spoiled now.

Sherlock was obviously dissatisfied with this reply, he was used to my not being held accountable, and my comforting him, but he was not used to comforting me.He was standing there by himself, walking around the house, and I was blogging but my eyes were on him, wondering what he was up to.

At this time, there was a faint light outside the window.Sherlock went to the window to look out, then turned suddenly, went to the bed and grabbed my arm.

"Hey, Sherlock!" I hurriedly put the computer aside, and then Sherlock pulled me up.

He put on the coat himself, then picked up my short coat and motioned for me to put it on: "We need to go out for a walk, you know, since we're here, we can't just go back like this, we have to go...well, to see the scenery. "

"I've seen the woods, the slopes, the canyons, and been caged once in Baskerville, and God, I think that's enough." Having said that, I put on my coat anyway.

Sherlock pushed my back out the door right behind me, then turned back and locked the door.

"Where did you get the keys?" I stared at him.

Sherlock took it for granted: "You shouldn't always keep your keys in your trouser pocket."

I have a crush who can take anything from any of my pockets without me noticing.

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It was already dark, but in fact it was not very late.The night here always comes early, but it is undeniable that the night sky is beautiful, and the stars are satisfying no matter when you look at it.

We didn't go very far, but stopped at a small bar.The small town next to Baskerville is not very big, and this bar is the only and most lively place here.I haven't been there with Sherlock, but it seems that Sherlock is no stranger to these places, so he pulled me in with a calm demeanor.

I've been to pubs before - every grown boy does - but this was a first with Sherlock, and it wasn't too bad.It is open-air here, and you can see the starry sky at night. We found a seat and ordered two glasses of wine. The light red color looked very blurred.

"How do you drink?" Sherlock asked me.

I sipped the liquid in the wine glass, it wasn't very choking, and it seemed that the degree was not high: "I won't pour down at least five glasses, I guess." Then, I looked at Sherlock, "What about you?"

Sherlock said the number without hesitation: "430.5 milliliters," and then he added to my stunned eyes, "beer."

I'm not surprised why Sherlock said beer. In fact, Sherlock only accepts beer and red wine. Alcohol will only paralyze his nerves and make him sick instead of satisfying him at all.What surprised me was the string of numbers: "How can you sit so accurately?"

"This is an experiment, John, and we must treat everything in a scientific spirit." Sherlock didn't drink the glass of wine, but dangled it in his hand.The drunken wine was in the glass, and I could see the pale and slender fingers becoming more and more sexy against the quilt, "I have tested a lot for possible situations, and alcohol is one of them. "

I laughed: "Sherlock, you can't ask me to conjure up a measuring cylinder now, and then ask someone for 440.5ml of beer."

Sherlock obviously felt that this was unrealistic, but he would never accept the spirits in his hand.So he looked around, and then fixed his eyes on the table not far away.

There, there was a band, unexpectedly, not some fast-paced electronic music, but a traditional violin orchestra.Sherlock put down the cup, then took off his coat, stood up and gave me a look: "Sit here." Then he parted the crowd and walked to the stage.

Sherlock and I have done a lot of crazy things together, such as jumping from building to building just to chase cars, such as dragging me to endure three hours of mosquito bites in the bushes under the trees just waiting for a key The appearance of characters.However, this is the first time I have encountered this situation.

Sherlock is a man who likes to wear suits, and his figure fits him perfectly.But now he was standing on the counter of the bar in a suit, which seemed very unsuitable.The band, apparently startled by him too, stopped playing.

Sherlock picked up a microphone, tapped it lightly to make sure there was a sound, and then, the deep cello-like voice came out through the speaker: "I will leave this place tomorrow, and I will be here for a few days Great memories - well, maybe not so good - anyway, I hope I can give my friend a piece of music. Thank you for his company, and his tolerance for me, in every way."

I stared at Sherlock because he never took his eyes off me.Apparently the people around noticed it too, so they smiled ambiguously and kindly and started applauding.Thank you for their hospitality and warmth, which saved me from too much embarrassment.

Raising my glass, I raised my hand to Sherlock.

Sherlock picked up a violin—the original owner was a pretty little girl, and I saw that she blushed when Sherlock bent over to pick up the violin—his posture was very beautiful when he played the violin, and he stood There, eyes were slightly closed, dressed in formal attire, as if standing not in a tavern, but in a luxurious concert hall.

He held the bow and pulled his arm slowly. When the first note jumped out, I felt the crowd was quiet.

Sherlock's piano skills are beyond reproach, but I never thought that he could play such a beautiful melody with a not-so-good violin.This is a piece of music that I have never heard before, but the emotion in it is so vivid, gentle and soothing, just like the first time we met, we almost passed each other.Then it became intense, unrestrained, and enthusiastic, which made my heart beat faster.

In the black night sky, countless stars were dotted, and the light of the stars splashed down, shining and illuminating the handsome man.The warm light from the side shone obliquely on him, softening his eyebrows and eyes, and warming him up for a while.

In the end, all his rhythms were attributed to the stretched and light music, his expression was as pious as a pilgrim, and everyone could hear that he was praising.

Praise a meeting, praise a relationship, praise, a person.

I held the wine glass, looked at him, and suddenly felt that there was no time for me to thank the gods as much as I am now.

Let me meet someone, let me fall in love with him, and let him fall in love with me.

The author has something to say: [Kangaroo Throws a Landmine] Thanks for your support~mua! ~

443 milliliters, this is the amount of alcohol Sherlock measured for himself in the third season.Here is 7 ml, well, after all, measurement errors are allowed~

This chapter of Lianzi has been written for a long time. I finished watching the video recommended by Fei Ba in the middle of the night, and then I couldn’t cry anymore, so I got up at one o’clock in the morning to revise this chapter, trying to express that feeling

Warm, peaceful, after experiencing ups and downs, there is a tacit understanding and intimacy between two people, they love each other, and praise life because of each other

This is a feeling that surpasses love. They are the only ones who are truly each other, and they are incomparably compatible.

I suddenly wanted to post this picture. On a snowy night, there is a bright 221B, and there are two people living in it.Watson will cook a meal of spaghetti for Sherlock, and Sherlock will complain about the irrationality in the TV.Watson is writing a blog, and Sherlock will read the newspaper with Mir in his arms.Watson went to bed, and Sherlock would look at him, then lie down beside him and say goodnight.

warm enough to cry

[Here is the author QAQ who has been more sentimental recently

[My dears, your brains are so big~ The author’s brains are not enough (cover your face). Today, dear friends, you can tweet at will. You can post directly or follow others downstairs. Lianzi will share it tomorrow when I sort it out Sent together~]

#Yesterday's Twitter finishing#

Anthea: You won't believe what I saw!kiss!Gosh, putting a monitor on the good doctor's button was the right decision!

-Comment:

-Harry: Oh, my brother's neurotic roommate finally couldn't bear to attack him, please complete the video. Anthea

-Harry: Anthea give me a copy

-GL: Anthea remember to give me a copy!I don't want to go on vacation here at all! ! !

-JW: I obviously lost the shirt from last time!Don't tell me you guys sew button monitors on every piece of my clothes (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

-MH: Mom will be very happy to see John, Sherly, you must remember to take him back.Another: Anthea's computer has been hacked, but don't worry the doctor, I have a backup here.

-Xiao Luo: When will the Anthea fanart be updated?

-Anderson: Has the freak finally realized?Thank goodness seeing them at Scotland Yard makes me want to give him a shove - Headbutt Squad Captain

-the improbable one: oh! sexy!Your progress is very fast, youdohaveaheart~~XXX

-anonymous: I'manexpertonsherloes.Iuandhimwhichchissomethingsomeonelikeyouwouldneverdo.

-JW: Sounds like you got a BIGFAN? Sherloymous

-anonymous: yeah! Sherlock, have you solved the password I sent to your website before~~

-Sherloes: JWheisjustfollower. Don'tangry. Without my boyfriend, twitter and blogger, I would be lost~

-GL: I was the only one who found out that the building was already on the sidelines

-Donovan: It's all geek fans! PS Tongqiu high-definition non-coding video~~

-MH: This building is unreasonably crooked! ! Let's go together when Sherly brings the doctor home~ Mommy said she missed you last time~~

-Try hard to become a top student: Oh, it is the right choice to follow Blackberry sister! !This is the source of the revelations!!! Sister Blackberry, please feel free to... Ling, ask for a high-definition video [Would you like to directly boss Aite? ?Will the British government controlled by my brother give us mortals this chance? ? 】weak MH

Anthea: If there are any other happy events, please let me know in advance. I will help the boss and his wife arrange a time to attend. If you need to, tell me that I can provide this kind of learning video for the boss’s younger brother. SherlJohn, another backup has been retrieved and sent to your computer Harry

Hudson: Ohsherlock, the family next door has been married for a long time. When will you and John get married?You must know that the landlady there will tell me the sweet and interesting things between them every time I meet, but it makes me jealous @SH

【I also want a video... Blackberry sister, remember to send me a copy~(≧▽≦)/~】

Sister Blackberry's fanfiction will be updated soon, with the theme of those people in the Baozi period.Both Xiaojuanjuan and Teddy will appear on the screen, so stay tuned =v=

ps: My author has something to say that it is always a long time to catch up [cover your face] it must be an illusion, it must be~