[Shen Xia] When Watson has Twitter

#黑桃姐姐的同人文——Floating Life Like a Dream (Middle and Lower)#

If it weren't for my stubborn request that Sherlock must wrap his fingers, I'm afraid he would stay by my side and do nothing.

He has been staring at me for a long time and asked countless questions, "Do you feel afraid of light" has been asked more than 20 times.His tone is very calm, his expression is very calm, and his whole person looks extremely indifferent, but I know that Sherlock is afraid, and the experience of death is always strange.

However, he still wrapped his fingers in a mess and looked bulging, but I couldn't help him tie a beautiful knot like I usually do.He sat in the armchair, and I sat on the armchair opposite him, in silence with each other.

The fire in the fireplace has been lit, exuding a warm light.

"I'm sorry." I broke the silence, but actually I didn't know why I apologized.

Sherlock looked up at me, the curve from his chin to his collarbone was still beautiful: "You don't need to apologize, John, it's been a great blessing for me to see you, and I've always felt extremely uneasy when you were in danger."

His voice made me a little relaxed, and his warm side face illuminated by the fire made me smile unconsciously: "Sherlock, I'm used to the dead life, and now I feel very lucky to be able to talk to you. "

Sherlock didn't continue this topic. I could see that when I said the word "death", his lips were tightly pursed, and his back straightened unconsciously.

I can probably understand this feeling, just like when Sherlock jumped from the top of the building, I almost bit my lip, and my whole body fell into a strange sluggishness, and everything turned into a different color.Sherlock's reaction is probably not the same as mine. His behavior became weird, as if... he went to dig my grave.

"This is my coffin." I floated to the side of the black box, sat on it, and leaned on the top of the box with weak hands.

Sherlock squeezed his hands hard, and then stood up with the armchair.He walked up to me and put his hand on mine, but his hand directly touched the cold coffin board, I pretended not to care and took my hand back.

Sherlock's emotions had a sharp pain just now, which made me purse my lips unconsciously.

"I saw this method in a book, and I have to try it anyway." He had no expression on his face, his palm was gently rubbing the black wooden board, but his eyes were looking at me.

His eyes are as beautiful as before, but I am a little afraid to look at him.I sat on the coffin and moved my body: "Although I failed to become a zombie or a vampire or something, it is good that we can talk now instead of making me talk to myself like a psychopath .”

Sherlock pursed his lips, his facial muscles changed very slightly, but I could still tell that he was smiling, even if the smile was too faint to be noticed.

"I'm glad to see you," Sherlock said, extending his arms towards me. "John, I'm back."

I stared at him for a while, but he still didn't intend to take his hand back.I floated over, and wrapped my arms around him vaguely, as if we were embracing, even though we didn't feel the slightest contact and softness between each other: "Welcome back."

We stayed like this for a while, my eyes staring over his shoulder at the flickering fire in the fireplace.

"It's cool to hold you, I mean, when your hand penetrates my body, I feel the coolness there." Sherlock's voice came faintly.

I tugged at the corners of my mouth, and decided not to tell him that when his body touched me, I felt a heat that was stronger than fire.

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The coffin was sent back by Sherlock under my urging. He asked me to follow him all the way, and because this matter was unseemly, he had to do it himself. After half a month, I finally saw the length of my tombstone. what it looks like.

Black background, gold lettering, Sherlock once said that he didn't like it because it was not dignified, but I think it's not bad.

Although Sherlock is fairly strong, dragging the coffin and running over, digging a hole, burying it in, and running back again is indeed a labor-intensive job.And he almost fell asleep after sitting in the armchair, and I squatted on the arm of the armchair and stayed all night, because I will definitely look for me until he wakes up.

But in fact, just as I thought, he almost woke up with his eyes wide open, and when there was still fog in his eyes, he started to shout: "John!"

"I'm here." I reached out to touch him, and he was still warm.

Sherlock stared at me for a long time before standing up with a sigh of relief, walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

And I remained crouched in the armchair, motionless.

I'm terrified of him, and I guess I won't be able to leave Sherlock's sight for a long time to come, which isn't hard to do.

I tried to appear in front of Mrs. Hudson, and I hung around Mill's side for a long time, and I even sat on Lestrade's shoulder for a while when he came.

But none of them responded, not even at all.

It turns out that only Sherlock can see me, and I only feel the heat when I touch him.

"I'm afraid I'll only be able to talk to you from now on." I floated beside Sherlock, watching him make his own coffee.

"That's good." Sherlock replied slowly, his tone low and charming.

Sherlock doesn't like the sport very much, but now that there is no one who can take care of him in every detail, he has to learn to do something.Two cups - pattern is my favorite - one cup sugar free and one cup [-] scoops of sugar.He sat down at the table with the coffee, put the black coffee on the opposite side, I floated to the chair and sat down, although I couldn’t drink it, it’s always good to have a dry addiction.

Mill still loved the game of bringing in the newspaper, and Sherlock could reach for it every morning without a hassle.He unfolded the newspaper, but placed it in front of me.

"Huh?" I was a little puzzled.

"Read it to me." He was still domineering and willful.

I shrugged and started reading the newspaper to him.He sipped his coffee and listened, complaining from time to time, "Why is London so peaceful now?" "Are the criminals on holiday?"

Finally, a case caught Sherlock's attention. A reporter reported a strange experience of a governess. She was asked to cut her hair short and sit by the window in a blue dress, in a manor with terrible dogs and beautiful trees. stayed there for several months.This report, which seemed nothing to me, interested Sherlock, but before he could solve the case, he received a call from Lestrade.

Seemingly a difficult case, Sherlock frowned tightly.

"Maybe we're going to stop afternoon tea, John," Sherlock stood up and took off his navy blue pajamas. "Lestrade obviously messed up something, and a senior official was killed."

"He needs your help." I floated to him.

"That man's technique is the same as that of Moran's, the assassination, even the bullets used," Sherlock raised his eyebrows slightly, "However, Moran was already dead a few days ago, with a single shot to the head. This is an interesting Imitate crimes."

In view of Sherlock's strange excitement and abnormal behavior in those days, I decided not to ask who killed Moran who killed me. After all, although that person was heavily in debt, he was never caught and killed him. It's breaking the law after all.

Sherlock seemed to see what I was thinking, and snorted lightly: "Come on, you even killed an 'innocent' old driver."

I was amused by him and laughed out loud, looking at his slender fingers that were tying a scarf, slightly curled the corners of my mouth: "The first time I saw you, I was willing to kill for you, besides, he is not innocent at all."

Sherlock also laughed, but then turned around and opened the door: "Mo Lan is not innocent at all, I wasted six bullets on him."

I decided to cut the subject off because Sherlock's voice was getting a little dangerous.

He still hailed a taxi when he went out. Since I knew that most of the black taxis around Baker Street were arranged by Mycroft, I stopped talking casually in the car.

But now that I'm a ghost, I'm dead, so I still have some privileges.

Sherlock was still the first to get into the car door, and then sat in the inner seat, giving up most of the seat for me.Sherlock closed the door after I floated in.I could see the driver in front looking at Sherlock with some doubts, but I didn't make a sound to remind him.

After all, I can't close the door myself.

Sherlock didn't speak all the way, just staring out the window dazedly.I reached out to touch his fingertips, and when he felt it, he flipped his wrist around and grabbed my hand.In fact, it's not holding it, it's just holding it vaguely, but it makes me feel the heat that almost makes me scream.

But gradually, the scorching heat became peaceful and warm, and I, who was used to the cold, was almost instantly confused by the total temperature. I couldn't wait to get close, and my whole body was in Sherlock's arms.

It was a few minutes before I noticed that Sherlock's lips were pale, and his pallor startled me.

"Are you okay?" I asked him, reaching up to touch his face.

He pursed the corners of his lips: "It's not bad, but it's a little cold."

Of course I know, my God, his face is so cold.

But immediately, the three people in the car were all taken aback.

What the driver was wondering about was Sherlock talking to himself suddenly, what Sherlock was wondering about was the cold object that suddenly appeared on his face, and what I was wondering about was that I could touch him.

...Wait, can I touch it?

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-Comment:

-Harry: sand flower~

-Harry: [Middle and lower] means that there will be [lower], right!

-Anthea [Author]: Yes, I suddenly wrote unrestrained ~

-GL: I don't even have a single line in this chapter =A=

-MH: My name is all by the way, Greg you are very nice

-SH: So John's ghost can still absorb popularity?that sounds so fantastic anthea

-JW: I feel good, better than vampires

-Harry: It's very good, you can do some things you like to do when you meet

-JW: Harry, as I said earlier, don't read weird books.Also, where did you find so many, the last time I saw there was a full G!

-Harry: Like the little Huang Wen of you and your neurotic roommate?God, my dear brother, haven't you searched his name online since you first met?I thought you'd already found a bunch of fanfiction by then.

-JW:=mouth=

The author has something to say: *The case of the governess comes from the original work

Welfare claw machine party:

Add a scene to Mai Ge who hasn't played for a long time~ [MH: Dirt!

#Yesterday's Twitter finishing#

GL: There have been several girls wandering around Scotland Yard and 221B recently, have you encountered stalkers, SHJW?

-Comment:

-Donovan: Head, are you sure that's not a crazy fan of geeks?

-MH: GL you are not allowed to talk to them!Did you hear me?I'll take care of it.

-JW: I've seen GL, every time I take a walk with SH Mir, there will be a few girls following behind...

-SH: Boring, it’s just a bunch of rotten women who have fallen into fantasy~~JW milk is gone!

-JW: SH got it! !Can't you go and buy it yourself! ! !

-Harry: These girls are so cute~~ They provided a lot of references~~ It is said that when JW was walking, SH even held your hand?

-Mrs.Hudson: A group of polite girls~~ They also asked me a lot about the progress of SH and JW~~~

-JW: Mrs. Hudson, just say you didn't see us

-Mrs.Hudson: JW, but the beans you eat today are brought by them

This comment is from the mobile station

-Anthea: SH said that when the good doctor eats beans, he opens and closes his mouth like a choked goldfish vomiting blood.oh!Looking forward to it! JW, how does it taste?Sure enough, beans in tomato sauce is a normal breakfast for the British.Boss MH, the lady boss said that since you are going to undergo root canal treatment, the scones for breakfast are mine.And it's your all day.

【I want to watch too!Also, Mai Ge, you are jealous everywhere, and also, SH, is it really nice of you to say that JW...]