[Shen Xia] When Watson has Twitter

It was so far away that I couldn't see his expression clearly, but I could hear his voice.

In the faint wind, there was some trembling, even though he tried to suppress it, I could still hear that he was depressed and had never had a lack of self-confidence.

"John, he's right."

I raised my head and looked at him, worry and anger made it impossible for me to make correct thoughts: "What?"

"I created Moriarty, and I'm a... liar."

"No, you are not." Even if I can't think, I will obey my heart and say my most sincere opinion.I know that Sherlock must be involved in some unknown conspiracy, his pride is beyond doubt, maybe he doesn't care about other people's opinions, but he is worried about my misunderstanding.I could hear my hands clenching the phone and making strange noises, almost gritting my teeth as I said, "Those adventures, those cases, and you can always see everything about me."

"...I investigated you." There was wind in his voice, "I directed a scene to please you."

"The shit you do never pleases me. No one wants to please someone by pretending to be a high functioning sociopath, Sherlock. From the first meeting, you could tell I was serving in Afghanistan. You're smart, no need Doubt."

I heard Sherlock laughing: "Nobody can be that smart."

"you can."

I saw him turn around and look behind him again, but from me I couldn't see anything behind him.Then, his voice came again: "John, you haven't taught me what love is."

I was a little stunned by this sentence, and suddenly remembered that under the night sky in Baskerville, a man hugged me and asked me to teach him what love is.I pursed my lips, my nose was sore from the corners of my eyes: "Yes, I haven't taught you yet, so you come down, we still have a long time."

He didn't speak, the sound of breathing hit the microphone and passed to my ears, one after another, I seemed to feel the salty taste of tears inside.

At this time, he finally spoke again.

"I think, I seem to understand." I heard his voice, low and long, like the night waves lapping on the reef bank, calm with turbulent emotions, but finally returned to calm, "I am in every night I look forward to the sunshine, I look forward to every kiss, I miss every hug, I long for you."

The voice, choked in my throat, made me unable to speak.

"I need you to tell these words to everyone who believes in you.

"Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade, and Molly. These are my... last words. Ordinary people would do that, right?

"Good-bye, John."

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He said he was a liar, I don't believe it.

He said he created Moriarty, but I don't believe it.

He fell from the sky, and everyone told me he was dead, but I still don't believe it.

I watched him fall, the blood was shocking.I stumbled all the way over, separated from him, and almost knelt on the ground to feel his pulse, but there was nothing.

It made me panic, my head was about to burst from being hit by someone, it was all so sudden it was unbelievable.I could feel my head was dizzy, my body was so heavy that I could barely walk, but I still tried hard to keep my eyes open.

It's not a dream, I know, even if I pass out now it won't help.

I was dragged away from him, but I was still stubbornly unwilling to let go of his wrist, and then, I saw something fall out of his pocket.

A purple box, beautiful velvet.

I picked it up and held it in my hand, but I trembled and dared not open it.

The doctors from Butts Hospital came very quickly. They carried Sherlock up, and I insisted on following behind those doctors, holding the bedside and rushing into the hospital.

Sherlock kept his eyes open, motionless, and I looked at him, but couldn't make any expression.His eyes are beautiful, even now, they are still astonishingly beautiful, but there is no brilliance in them, and the silence makes me suffocate.

If he pops up right now and tells me it's another of his pranks, I promise I won't punch him, really, as soon as he wakes up.

"Resuscitate him." I looked at the doctor and heard my voice hoarse and unpleasant.

The doctor nodded to me and walked into the operating room without saying a word.

I am a doctor, and I have saved countless people on the battlefield, but now, I can only stand at the door, waiting for someone to pronounce the life and death of my most important person.My left leg suddenly started to hurt. I leaned on the wall and sat heavily on the cold chair. The snow-white walls of the hospital made me fear for the first time.

The fingertips are sticky, I know, it's blood, Sherlock's blood.But I don't want to wipe it off, I am stubborn and stick to it.

I was still holding the fuchsia box in my hand, and I stretched out my fingers. He was no longer as beautiful as before, but was stained with black marks.I fiddled with it, a little nervous, wanting to open it, but afraid to open it.

But in the end, I opened the lid, and the silver ring inside just jumped into my eye socket.

Sherlock hides some things from me, I know, but I never poked it out, because he always focuses on certain advertising columns, he will regularly browse the jewelry website, just this morning, when I turned around, I saw There was a flash of light in his hand.

His concealment method is very clumsy, but I am willing to cooperate with him and surprise myself enough when the time is right.

But now, I would rather burst those beautiful bubbles, let him wear this for me, and then give him a hug, a kiss, and a sex|love.

I pinched the ring and remained motionless.This is the silver color I like, simple, without patterns, I rubbed my fingers on the inner wall, and I can still feel the faint lines, that is my name, JW.

Carefully put it on my ring finger, it fits well, but the surface is a little dirty because of the blood on my hand.

I know that I have calmed down, and I also know that I should wake up from some illusory delusions. I can feel that my head is no longer as confused as before, but the impact of the moment he fell seems to be on the opposite white wall once. reenactment.So I closed my eyes and felt those emotions come flooding in.

Sherlock Holmes knows everything, so does he know that I am heartbroken right now?

"I'm very sorry."

Suddenly, I heard a voice, in fact, my brain was completely out of control, and I couldn't even tell who it was.So I looked up and looked at the man with the black umbrella, it was Mycroft, his face was as pale as paper.

He dotes on Sherlock, I've always known,

But he also betrayed Sherlock. Only he, me, and Sherlock who was lying in the operating room knew about this matter.

"Is this matter under your control?" I looked at him and heard my own voice as cold as a lake under ice.

He stood there, looking at the red light outside the emergency room, and didn't speak for a long time.

"The man you released killed him." I know it's useless to question now, but sometimes, I need an outlet to pour out the emotions that almost drown me.

Mycroft's lips paled even more, and he turned and looked at me, and I stood up and looked at him, with undisguised anger for the first time.He looked a little anxious that I had never seen before, but when he saw the ring on my finger, he pursed his lips slightly.

"Actually, we had a conversation before he jumped, and he called me for the first time." Mycroft looked at me, that face that was so different from Sherlock's, but with the same expression as Sherlock's. The expression was calm and stripped, "36 methods, I have sent someone to ensure that nothing will go wrong, but the only accident still happened."

I waited quietly, waiting for Mycroft to tell me these words, about Sherlock.

"There are not just three killers, but four. It's not just one person staring at you, but Moriarty's most loyal assistant, Moran."

I am not unfamiliar with this name. At the swimming pool, Moriarty was accompanied by Moran.He was a tall and handsome man whose fortitude and loyalty were unquestionable.

I'm not as smart as they are, but I'm not stupid.Moriarty used the same trick as he threatened the jury. He threatened Sherlock with my life, and Sherlock chose to protect me.

I still remember that question Sherlock asked me.

Then if, he said, once you find him guilty, he will let the killer blow my head off in the next second, will you agree?

Now the person who chooses has become him, and his choice is so emotional and without hesitation, that for the first time, I regret teaching him what love is and what choices an ordinary person should have.

"Who else but me?"

Mycroft didn't hide from me: "Mrs. Hudson, and Greg."

Sherlock's only friend.

"I told you this is not to make you into self-loathing." Mycroft Mycroft seemed very dissatisfied with my current situation, he raised his black umbrella, and gently tapped the ground, "Sherlock It will be fine, if you put on his ring, you have to believe that he will make it through."

I looked at him, and his eyes still had no emotion when he looked at me: "Are you ordering me?"

Mycroft's voice paused for a second: "It's a request."

"I thought you did not like me."

"I really don't like you, but Sherly does. He is willing to embrace death for you. I have no other choice."

Those words were enough to melt the ice that had always existed between Mycroft and my fingertips.I lightly held the ringed finger with my fingertips, and then slowly sat back on the chair.I beckoned to Mycroft, and he came, still in the most haughty manner, and seated himself in the chair next to me, as straight as a king on his throne.

"He'll make it through and live well." I leaned my head against the wall, looking at the simple lines on the ceiling.

"That's natural."

"if……"

"No if." Mycroft narrowed his eyes, sat with his back straight, but looked out the window.Green grass, today is a rare sunny day, "My family is my bottom line, without them, I will be willing to fall into darkness."

I don't know if I will fall into darkness, but I know that without that person, I am afraid that there will be no light for a long time.

It could be a year, it could be a lifetime.

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Three days later, Sherlock Holmes opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the good doctor lying beside the bed.

His blogger was asleep, his golden-brown hair glowing warmly in the morning light.

The author has something to say: the author who doesn't divide into chapters and uses abuse as the end of the chapter is not a good author, it must be warm and sweet!Here is still mother Lianzi

ps: Here is a sentence about Sir Conan Doyle's killing of Sherlock Holmes in the last case. Sir Conan Doyle wrote in a letter to his mother in November 1891, "I consider killing Sherlock Holmes...kill him, once and for all. He occupies too much of my time." December 11 at In The Last Case, Doyle has Sherlock Holmes buried in the Reichenbach Falls along with his nemesis, Professor Moriarty.The ending of the novel surprised the readers. They were unwilling to believe that a great detective died like this. At that time, many people in London wore black cuffs to commemorate the detective Sherlock Holmes. Ordinary office workers even wore a Black came to mourn Holmes, and there were even ladies who called Conan Doyle a brute.Readers' love and dedication to the fictional character Sherlock Holmes made Doyle finally "resurrect" Holmes again.

Thanks to the Sherlock Holmes fans from a hundred years ago, they brought Sherlock Holmes back to life instead of being deposited at the bottom of an icy waterfall

#Yesterday's Twitter finishing#

JW: SH I don't believe what you said! you are not FREAK! ! ! ! ! ! !

-Comment:

-JW: BEDEAD...PLEASE!

-JW:SHSHSHSHSH

-Mrs. Hudson: oh! Dear...

-Donovan: As I said, this will happen sooner or later... Although I am very disdainful of freaks, I still say: I'msorrytohearthat.

-Harry: Brother!I'm going to find you now!

-JW: Donovan I won't forgive you...

-JW: Harry, I'm fine, don't worry!

-MH: I'm sorry.

-JW: MHno! you're not.

-PLAYBOY: Oh oh~

-Harry: Brother JW, I already guessed that he is a scumbag

-GL: JW I'm sorry I have to inform you to remember to identify the body...MH calm down!! There is no cup to drop

-JW: GL I saw him dance with my own eyes, do I still need to recognize it?╯︵┻━┻

-MH: JW mom said she wanted to meet you earlier at sherly's funeral

-JW: OhmyGod...sherlock... I've been thinking that maybe one of us or both of us might end up accidentally dying in the middle of a crime chase, but I'm sure I didn't think of that.I don't want your protection, I don't need your protection, all I want is to walk side by side with you.You are so smart, can't you guess it? Please, even if it's for me, please survive @SH

-JW: Sherlock, you are so smart and omnipotent. I don't believe you just died...Even for me...Please give me a miracle...SH

-Molly: Don't be sad doctor, really believe me you shouldn't be sad, and I apologize to you doctor, for that. . .some sorry things i helped do

Fan: Sure enough, the truth!Slag Gongjuanfu, how dare you leave the good doctor behind to die—won't you hurry up and take it with you?Seems like something is wrong? ⊙△⊙

-Comment:

-Doctor: Hey, Master, I saw a deep well disease like yours!Oh~ But he's going to jump off the building! Ohnononono! Master

-harry: brother!The first time he dares to lie to you like this, there will definitely be many times! !Bring out your invasion of Afghanistan style! !He was so beaten that he couldn't take care of himself! !

-JW: Harry, are you sure I don't have to pay for my whole life after he can't take care of himself?

-Anthea: In fact, regardless of whether the boss’s younger brother can take care of himself or not, you will have to pay for a good doctor for the rest of your life╮╭

-Smug: Billbo!!!!!!Billbo!!!!!!Billbo!!!!!!Where have you been, how can I not find you!!!! I did nothing wrong, I want that called Watson is only human because he looks like you! Billbo

-Harry: Oh good brother, you are wrong... Even if you didn't beat him to the point where he can't take care of himself, you've already lost your whole life...JW

-MrsHudson: Boys, maybe you'll want a cup of tea after you've all died together. Shall I bake some biscuits?