[Shen Xia] When Watson has Twitter

Dr. Tania went early today, because it was raining outside, so she was wearing thick clothes.After she took off her windbreaker and hung it up, she received a call.

It was her assistant who called, and she said Mr. Watson had been waiting for her early in the morning.Dr. Tania was a little surprised. In fact, she remembered Watson very clearly. The man was a veteran doctor, resolute and resolute. He suffered from post-war mental illness. However, he did not complete the treatment, but followed a detective all over the street. run.

Then Dr. Watson was just that good, and started various adventures with a private detective, and then became an Internet celebrity.Dr. Tania even made him and Mr. Holmes a case study.

"Doctor, I saw quite a few reporters guarding the door. They all seemed to want to come in and interview Mr. Watson."

"Stop those reporters, and then ask Mr. Watson to come up." Protecting patients* is the professionalism of a psychiatrist, and Dr. Tania hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

After a while, there was a knock on the door, and a man with golden brown hair walked in.Compared with a few years ago, Watson has changed a lot. At least he is no longer so slovenly in terms of dress. Although he is not high-end, he is at least decent. It's just that he looks like a metaphor now, and his dazzling hair before seems to be Some are ugly.His trousers were a little muddy and dry, and he looked like he had been waiting for a long time. Watson looked up at Dr. Tania slightly, and then forced a smile.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Dr. Tania smiled slightly. Every psychiatrist has a smile that can make people feel relieved.She pointed to the sofa opposite and said, "Please sit down, I never thought I would see you again."

Watson sat down, put his short coat aside, and rubbed his cold hands.Hearing Tania's words, he pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "I never thought about it, I will come again."

Dr. Tania felt that he was in a bad state, so she straightened her sitting posture, which was her usual posture when she entered the working state: "Can you talk about what you encountered?"

Watson looked a little surprised, his blue eyes were filled with heavy sadness, but now there was a bit of surprise showing: "I thought you would know."

"what?"

"Well, do you read newspapers, or TV or something?"

Tania seemed puzzled, then shook her head.

Watson leaned on the arm of the sofa and moved his body to make himself sit upright. This clearly indicated in Tania's eyes that Watson had entered a certain defensive posture, and the formation of this posture may be emotional. The absence may also be a sign of self-isolation. Her expression remained unchanged, but she gently recorded this in the notebook.

The man with short golden brown hair leaned on the sofa, then pursed his lips slightly, opened his mouth, and the words he finally said were still fragmented, a little choked up, and some emotions that Tania didn't understand: "My best friend, Xia Rock Holmes . . . is dead."

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#Watson's Private Diary#

It is more rare than taking care of Sherlock, but to deceive others.

In fact, I've told lies—everyone who's ever been in love has told a lie, good or bad—but it's hard for me to look distraught.

Fortunately, Mycroft is omnipotent. He asked his all-purpose assistant Anthea to teach me every detail. For the first time, I discovered that this lady who likes to write fanfiction with her mobile phone can make so many complicated emotions. .

Even though I have talked with many girlfriends, at this moment, I began to feel that women are really difficult to understand.

I managed to hide Dr. Tania, and I'm sorry, but obviously as a man who "lost a life partner", I needed therapy, and Dr. Tania was a good choice.

"It seems that you have gained a lot from this trip." Sherlock, who can already sit up by himself, is sitting on the bed with a soft pillow and a book in front of him, "I don't want to read this, I have read it many times, I Want a laptop."

I walked over and sat down by the edge of the bed, and then took the apple and the knife: "You are not suitable for excessive radiation now."

"The radiation of a computer is even smaller than that of a mobile phone." Sherlock was a little unconvinced.

I raised my eyelids: "Are you asking me to confiscate your mobile phone?"

Sherlock's thin lips pursed, very good, there was some blood on his face, and it was no longer pale.I know he's pissed, but it happens a lot, and little Sherlock, always wayward, needs some discipline, especially when he's sick.

"I don't like you threatening me." Sherlock picked up the book again and turned a page angrily.

I threw the long apple peel into the trash can, then cut off a piece of apple with a knife, and stuffed it into Sherlock's mouth.Sherlock chewed, but stared at me.I smiled at him: "Since I have been feeding you, drinking you, and taking care of you, I don't think this kind of threat is a big deal."

He swallowed the apple: "I thought, I paid you a long-term salary to keep me company, and you brought my ring."

I cut off a piece of apple flesh: "But I think it's better for us to pay in the short term."

Sherlock was so angry that he didn't speak, but I knew that as long as I gave him a hug and kiss, he would be relieved.But that's not until I've finished eating the apples, and man, I'm really exhausted just running to the therapist in the rain.

"If you skimp on a kiss, John, I won't take my medicine."

I rolled my eyes secretly, well, little Sherlock's methods are stubborn and effective now, it seems that my apples can't be finished properly.

Half a month later, I wrote an article announcing the news of Sherlock's death, and with the help of Mycroft, I deceived the whole world, and my purpose was to deceive Moran alone.In fact, we did a good job, the man has been completely hidden.

I held a funeral for Sherlock, and Sherlock's parents weren't there - I have reason to believe that Mycroft had sent them somewhere else, safe and sound.

Lestrade didn't know anything about this, and I saw his sad face, and he still blames himself for getting Sherlock into the police station, even though it had nothing to do with him, and he gave the greatest help.I feel a little guilty, but for everyone's safety, I didn't say much.

Anyway, Mycroft will bear Lestrade's anger in the future.

Sherlock also appears in the cemetery, hidden in the pine forest.His condition has improved greatly, and Moran has been gone for a long time. As long as he doesn't do strenuous exercise now, there will be no problem, so I will allow him to attend his funeral.

When everyone mourned for him and dispersed, I didn't leave.Mrs. Hudson reassured me, then turned away, saying to go back and make cookies for me.I stepped forward and touched Sherlock's tombstone.

It's cool, just like that person's eyes.

"I don't like this." I don't know when, Sherlock has come to my side, I looked at him, and found that his eyebrows were frowning together, "I don't like the golden words on the black, it looks very immodest .”

I didn't want to discuss the tombstone with him. In fact, I was exhausted from trying so hard to make myself look sad.I grasped his hand in the palm of my hand with ease, and the next moment, his strong fingers flipped slightly, and my hand was firmly imprisoned by him.

Well, he has big hands, and I've never won a fight in that regard.

"Where are you going?" I looked at him with a calm voice.

Sherlock curled his lips, and every time he did this action, the corners of his eyes would narrow slightly, looking mischievous like blinking: "I don't know, maybe it's Yugoslavia, maybe it's Belarus."

"Which places do not welcome the British."

"But M16 will have more people in chaotic places, you know, Mycroft is a control freak," Sherlock paused, "especially this time, things are too out of his control, he is getting more Get worse."

I took his hand and walked out of the cemetery: "Actually, I think he is just worried about you."

A sound came out of Sherlock's throat, like a mocking hum, but I chose to ignore it.No matter how he usually slanders his brother, they still rely on each other when it comes to critical moments.

It's just that I still don't know that he still has the intention of capturing the rest of Moriarty's party, otherwise, I will definitely follow him.

At the entrance of the cemetery was the little black car waiting there early, and Sherlock and I stopped.

Mycroft was standing beside the car, nodded when he saw us, and sat back in the car very politely.I looked at Sherlock, trying to suppress the soreness in my heart caused by parting.The UK is not safe, he needs to leave for a while, and I should make a gesture, "Doctors who have lost their friends can only work hard to relieve stress and slowly get out of the haze" or something. Those journalists who have nothing to do may like this best. theme.

"Mir won't know you." I wanted to pull my hand out of his.

Sherlock tightened his fingers, and then gave me a hug: "Don't be like a little girl John."

"I just don't push you away for the sake of your recovery."

"I see, John, thank you for your tolerance and allowing me to take advantage of you."

We didn't say much extra, he let me go and got into the little black car, and I watched the car drive away, then tightened my collar and turned to leave the cemetery.I still have a lot to do, such as appease Mrs. Hudson, avoid all kinds of media, go to my psychologist and ask her to pick me up.

I twirled the ring on my finger, the smooth metal surface was pleasant to the touch.I owe Sherlock a lot, and he only owes me one word.

I don't mind waiting for him to come back.

The author has something to say: [My dear friends, Lianzi is on the train now and will arrive tomorrow~ Yesterday and today’s Twitter reorganization will be put together in tomorrow’s author has something to say~ okay?]

JW: I won't lie

MH: Good doctor, you have to learn this, always being honest is not a good fruit to eat

JW: Do you understand well?

MH: of course

JW:GL

MH: ...good doctor, I don't like you more and more =A=

Sherlock won't be gone for long, a chapter or two.They will exchange letters, and text messages... Sherlock's SMS bombards or something] Of course, when Sherlock comes back, you [gan] hear [de] happy [piao] see [liang]'s domestic violence meme It was staged as scheduled, and you can guess the reason~【Mud

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