[Shen Xia] When Watson has Twitter

#Sherlock's Private Diary#

I don't like to keep a diary, it's a waste of time, but as John said, people can't live forever, there is always something to leave behind.

In fact, I have never been afraid of death, but unfortunately there is no John there.

Moriarty's death was unexpected, and his death was not an option in my hypothesis.Among the messages Moriarty gave me were his killers, who had their guns on Mrs. Hudson, Roger, and John.He gave me multiple choice questions, I die, or they die, he even used his own death to force me to go to the edge of the cliff.Let me be ruined.

And I had no choice at all.

I have tried feigning death to confuse the killer, in fact, I also talked with Mycroft on the phone, and together I came up with more than 36 methods - although I also think Japanese judo is relatively unscientific - Mycroft It can also ensure that I can survive in the most dangerous situation.

However, an accident occurred, and I saw a man holding a gun in the opposite building.

He has dazzling short blond hair, and he didn't even think about covering that face, he looked directly at me with a determined look.

Moran, Moriarty's most loyal assistant, has excellent marksmanship.

These materials popped up naturally in my head, and the next moment, I saw a black taxi appearing in my field of vision, and John came out of it, every time he panicked, he would subconsciously clenched his hands into fists .

Moran's position is no longer a blind spot, he will clearly see everything I am going to do, and I don't know if he will directly shoot me in the head when I contemplate suspended animation.It's not realistic for Mycroft to arrest him now, as long as I make a slight movement, both John and I will die immediately.

It was a multiple-choice question, and I looked back at Moriarty, who was lying on his back with a strange smile on his face, his head bleeding, and a pistol in his hand.But I feel that his smile is clearly mocking me, mocking my powerlessness, mocking my irrationality.

But there are times when even Holmes has no choice.

I took out my phone and sent Mycroft a text message.

'Cancel all plans.Also, say sorry to Mommy for me. '

Pressed send, I looked at John who was still downstairs, and I dialed the phone.

In fact, the feeling of falling from mid-air is very strange. There will be temporary hypoxia in the brain, and then severe pain in the body. The soul seems to be stripped away. The body cannot move due to the huge impact, but the pain is still felt.But it didn't last long, and before I even had time to see if John was safe, I fell into darkness.

What followed was a strange dream. The dream seemed to be a parallel world. I was still standing upstairs, but without Moran's trouble, I successfully implemented the sixth plan, a perfect suspended animation, and fooled John and everyone. people.I saw John at my funeral, he was crying at my tombstone, and it made me feel like I was there.

Then I went away for a few years, and when I came back, I was greeted by John Watson no longer alone, he had a partner, and his partner had a child.

Have to say, the dream was real, I went to John's wedding and caught the murderer at the wedding, John's wife - forgive me for not liking the word - shot me, but I did it for She shot someone in the head.

There's some weird logic in it, I can ask John when I wake up, maybe he knows, but at least for now, I can't understand it.

I don't know how long I was in a coma, but when I woke up, I looked down at my body for the first time.I can feel the pain all over my body, and I'm naked* under the sheets, with all kinds of tubes in my hands, but at least I'm not wearing a suit and ties as John's best man to his wedding to a woman.

The record sheet at the bedside proved that I was unconscious for three full days, but I was still very happy to see John for the first time.

He was lying on my bedside, the end of his blond hair was touching my fingertips, I moved lightly, it hurt a lot, but I still put my hand on his head stubbornly.

And this slight movement woke John up, and he sat up suddenly, his eyes were a little confused, and the shadows under his eyes showed that he had been having a bad time these days.He looked at me a little blankly, and stopped moving when he met my eyes.

"Morning, you got up really early today."

I know that John may be a little confused. In fact, when my good military doctor just woke up, he was not only confused, but also had extremely bad breath. Many times I disturbed his sleep, and what greeted me was a pillow slapped on the face.So I didn't say much, but since I couldn't even nod my head, I parted my lips slightly and said hoarsely, "You need a good rest, my good doctor."

The confusion in his eyes gradually disappeared and became clear. I could feel his glasses resting on my collarbone for a few seconds, and then transferred to my face and eyes. There was an unpleasant rubbing sound against the floor.

"Oh! God! Sherlock, you're awake!" He bent over me as he said it, as if to make sure that my eyes were indeed open.

I pursed my lips, feeling uncomfortable at such a close distance.In fact, every time I look into John's eyes it gives me a weird, non-pathological racing heart that I don't like.

But right away, he stopped letting me endure this kind of staring, but got closer, and I felt something soft holding my mouth.

It was John's lips, quivering and salty.

I know, I made him worry, after all, when I was standing on the roof, I had no choice but to jump down.Even though I tried to land with as little damage as possible—such as avoiding important visceral hits and not landing on my face—I still jumped with the determination to die.

It was already lucky to be alive and see him.

I couldn't move because my neck was immobilized, so I stuck out the tip of my tongue and touched John's lips lightly, but he didn't resist at all, his lips and teeth parted to accept me, and I stuck out my tongue for the first time into the warm mouth of another.

It's a novel experience that excites me and warms me up.

But the process didn't last long because even though I no longer needed an oxygen mask, it was still not easy for me to breathe. John realizes this too, so he lets go of me and puts his cheek against mine.

Out of the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of the silver ring on John's ring finger.This frustrates me a bit, as I've planned countless occasions and it wasn't in my plan for him to wear it himself.However, I thought in my heart, maybe I will continue this kiss until the end when I feel better.

Kissing is good and not boring at all.

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#Watson's Private Diary#

Sherlock survived, but he could only rely on various instruments to maintain his life. The impact caused by his fall from the roof was very serious, and he had to recuperate for a while just because of the fracture.The number of doctors in Butts Hospital is inexplicably much larger. You don’t need to ask. Mycroft must have brought them here, and some of them are very familiar to me.

It's common on TV, and someone even made a documentary about one of the doctors.

But at least these are very useful, Sherlock's little life was picked up, and he was not taken away by the god of death.I lived in the hospital. In fact, this is the safest place now. That Moran was not caught, but was still staring at every dark corner.

He was in a coma for three full days, and I fell in love with staring at him in a daze.

There's a lot of talk out there about Moriarty and Sherlock, they say Sherlock is a liar, but I know he's the best guy.

Perhaps I used to think that reputation was so important, but now, it seems that only the person in front of me opens his eyes is the most important thing.So I temporarily shut down the blog, and stopped updating Twitter—even though there are many die-hard Sherlock Holmes fans and reasonable people who insist on his innocence—I resumed the habit of documenting my life with pen and paper.

The dean of the clinic where I work also knew about this matter. He once called me and told me that he agreed to my leave and would also reserve the position for me.

Thank him, no matter what.

Even though I knew Sherlock had a reason for what he did, and a lot of it because of me, it was clear that the events of his fall had become a major part of my nightmares.So I started sleeping with drugs, as long as sleep would keep me going and not send myself to the ward when Sherlock woke up.

But when Sherlock woke up, it seemed that all the nightmares disappeared. I still didn't leave the hospital, but lay on the hospital bed next to Sherlock, closed my eyes, and had the first sweet dream in the past few days.

Mycroft wasn't idle either, he didn't even give up his work, he just had a sullen face at all times, making all the sad expressions that "Families of the Dead" could do.He had managed to outwit the Queen—the noble lady didn't even go after the rocket that Mycroft had "accidentally" thrown into South Korea—had outwitted his colleagues, and outwitted Lestrade.

The poor detective didn't know anything about this, and the surveillance Anthea showed me showed that Lestrade even smoked in the parking lot for three hours for Sherlock's death, wiped his eyes and punched him at the end. on the wall.

"I thought you trusted Lestrade enough." Mycroft brought black tea and invited me to the next reception room.I sat down and looked at him and said, "I don't think his condition is good."

Mycroft poured a cup of black tea, then slowly added three teaspoons of sugar into it, drew circles in it with a small silver spoon, and said lightly: "This has nothing to do with trust or not, what I need to deceive is The world's best assistant to counsel criminals, his ability is beyond doubt, and I don't want Greg to reveal clues."

I picked up the teacup noncommittally and took a sip, the taste was mellow.

"If my plan with Sherlock succeeds, he won't tell you."

"...Don't think that if you say that, I will speak nice things about you to Greg in the future."

"You know what I'm saying is true."

Yes, of course I knew he was telling the truth, but so what?

Sherlock said love to me, he knows love, and that's enough.

I drank the black tea, then stared at Mycroft without changing his face and drank the cup of black tea that must have been so sweet that it seemed to me to make my teeth hurt, and said: "If you want to see Sherlock, you should Well wait another half an hour, he is still eating."

"Ukraine is not very peaceful recently." The implication is that he must race against time.

I looked at him and smiled: "Then I'll go and tell Sherlock that he can take an early nap."

"I'm just a small employee of the government. Of course, what happens to Ukraine has nothing to do with me." Mycroft smirked at me and put down his teacup.

I stood up, said goodbye to him, and returned to Sherlock's ward. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Sherlock was only vaguely covered with a white sheet, half-sitting there against the pillow, stirring with a spoon in his hand. Porridge in a bowl.Seeing me coming in, he turned his face to me: "You've been away for a long time." Then he looked at his watch, "7 minutes."

Time will never be equal to everyone. It is common for him to go fast and slow in Sherlock's hands. I am not going to argue with him: "Mycroft is here."

"Obviously, he probably discussed something about Roger with you." Sherlock continued to stir the porridge in the bowl.

I snatched his spoon from him and picked up the bowl with the other. "Don't waste food, you need to eat. Also, his name is Greg, not Roger."

Sherlock looked at me with impatience in his eyes: "God, it's good that you all know, Mycroft won't correct me now..." Then, I stuffed the spoon full of food into Sherlock's mouth , blocking his next words.

Judging by his expression, this bowl of porridge should not be bad.

The author has something to say: the good doctor who guards Juanjuan's bedside

Welfare claw machine party:

*The picture is from Weibo

#Yesterday's Twitter finishing#

Moriarty: I finally dragged sherlock into the abyss~~~~~Daddyissoooooooooohappy~~

-Comment:

-JW: Do you think you can cover everything about him by making his reputation bad and forcing him to jump off a building?You will not succeed! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! IBELIEVE INSHER LOES! ! ! ! ! !

-Molly: IBELIEVEINSHERLOES! ! ! ! !

-Mrs. Hudson: You scumbag! ! !

-SH: John, I'm hungry, I want porridge...

-JW: SH can't stop, wait until I help you teach that dead man a lesson, and then come to serve you! ! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

-GL: Seriously, Doctor JW don't spoil him so much, you see if someone hadn't been witty, we would have lost him completely this time!

-Reporter: What is the truth? Is sherlock fake?Please pay attention to the "London Morning Post" tomorrow morning~~~

-SH: John, I have a headache and I need you... It would be better if I brought some fried dumplings

-MH: Reporter you have lost your office, please note your wife's credit card.

-JW: Stop texting and tweeting all the time! !I can't come back in time! ! ! !Got it, wait! ! ! ! ! !

-JW:SH

[Mo Niang, you are naughty again =v= Also, John, you are really a good boyfriend~]

Harry: Good brother, you must never forgive him just like that. . JW

-Comment:

-JW: ...I didn't blame him QAQ

-Harry: Hi John!Take care of your psycho roommates and boyfriends!He can't hack my phone just because I told you not to forgive him! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻