[Shen Xia] When Watson has Twitter

For Moran, what he will do in the future is not the most important thing. What he asks for is always very simple, even if it seems that his past achievements are immeasurable.

But obviously, for Moran, killing people is not a good thing. Compared with this, he hopes to sleep peacefully.

"Are you satisfied with the conditions we offered?" Anthea showed a very standard and formulaic smile. She sat opposite Moran, maintaining a good posture and a motionless sitting posture. In addition, her face The never-changing smile on her face made Moran admire her perseverance.

After closing the folder, Moran handed it back without saying a word.

The conditions offered by Anthea's boss are very generous, at least in Moran's opinion, it is much more comfortable than being shot on the battlefield.He can receive a salary every month, he doesn’t need to pay for illness, travel doesn’t need him to pay, the house is free, food is free, and even if he wants to keep a pet, he can apply for it and send it later—in order to ensure that no one is here Tricks inside the pet's body to hurt him.

What Moran had to pay was only what he was used to: obeying orders and defending the country.

This seems like a good deal, but Moran is not a fool. He knows that there is no such thing as a free lunch.

"I think there should be something about your BOSS that hasn't been written here." Moran stared at Anthea with a pair of blue eyes, calm inside.

The corners of Anthea's mouth curved up a few more degrees. In fact, there were indeed things that were not written.

She took out another document, only a thin sheet of paper, still handwritten.

Moran took it, and found that the words on it reminded him of the familiar cursive characters that were the same as the paper that was handed over in the book, gorgeous and decent.

There is only one requirement above.

Spy on a man named Sherlock Holmes.

Anthea still maintained a faint smile: "As long as you agree to this request, you can obtain the official establishment of M16, and you don't need to be on call like other members, and the benefits you saw before can still be obtained as usual. "Her voice paused, it seemed that the high-altitude plane made the woman look at her mobile phone for fun, so she talked more than before, "With all due respect, Captain Moran, this deal is a good deal .”

"If I don't want to do it in the future, can I resign?"

"Of course, the British Empire guarantees liberty to every citizen. But I don't think anyone will resign on such terms."

Moran did not ask who Sherlock Holmes was. In his opinion, it made no difference to him whether the man was a beggar or His Majesty the King.

And what gave him the greatest courage was the seal on this piece of paper.

It is the highest seal in the UK.

"A house that doesn't need to be very big, and a good gun." Moran hadn't hesitated until now when he was negotiating terms, but he didn't speak loudly, "If possible, I hope I can raise a cat."

"No problem." Anthea was a little surprised that this person's requirements were low. You must know that his boss is so generous.

Moran nodded, then took out a pen and wrote his name.

Anthea was very happy after completing the task. He put the documents away and put them in the purse at her hand. Moran glanced casually and saw a silver pistol inside.

What would happen if I didn't agree just now?Moran blinked and didn't think about it.

After completing the business, Anthea's spirit relaxed a lot.The handsome blond-haired guy in front of her will be her colleague in the future, but Anthea has the energy to chat with him: "Captain Moran, can I call you that?"

"Call me Moran."

"Molan, actually I don't like cats, I like dogs. Well, I like corgis the most. Last time I took a fancy to a corgi, but the boss didn't let me keep it. If you like it, I can give it to you."

Moran shook his head. In fact, he didn't know what breed Corgi was. All he could tell apart was Corgi and dogs other than Cocker—the two little bastards from the neighbor's house raised a corgi when they were young. It's just a card - but he likes cats better.

If there is a cat, he hopes that the cat will be black, and he will give the cat a nice name.

Calling Jim seemed like a good choice.

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After setting foot on British soil, Moran saw the black car parked at the airport.

The car door was opened from the inside, and a man with a black umbrella came out, wearing a suit and leather shoes. He looked a little fat, but what impressed Moran the most was his hairline.

Really back.

The man stepped forward, looked at Moran, and nodded: "I think you are Captain Moran."

"BOSS." Anthea walked behind the man.

Moran naturally knew that this person was his future boss, so he knocked on his heels and gave a military salute in a proper manner.The man nodded again, with a smile on his face.He looked back at Anthea. After Anthea gave him a positive look, the man turned his head and said to Moran: "I am Mycroft Holmes, Captain Moran. I am very glad to see you return home."

The surname of Holmes touched Moran a little. He blinked and intuitively told him that this person had something to do with that Sherlock Holmes.

He didn't say much, though, that silence and secrecy are good qualities of a soldier.He did not speak much to Mycroft, who, satisfied with his silence, let him into the car.

But unlike the car Mycroft was riding in, Moran could tell that this man had a cleanliness and was not light.Sitting in the car and looking out the window, he always felt that Mycroft was a little strangely arrogant and weird, which reminded him of the older of the two neighbors when he was a child.

Because the younger one is more jerk, at least the older one won't call himself "goldfish" all the time-of course, Moran feels that they all think so in their hearts.

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Mycroft's errands are quick, a small house - next door to Sherlock Holmes' apartment, a good gun - flooded Orders off Sherlock Holmes, a black cat - Mo Lan ended up not naming him Jim because the cat's eyes were gold rather than dark brown.

In this way, he lived next door to a strange man, that Sherlock would play the violin convulsively at night, and would do all kinds of strange experiments during the day, triggering a small explosion when there was nothing to do, which disturbed Moran seriously the rest.

For Moran, the best pastime in life while sleeping, if it wasn't strictly forbidden, Moran would have put the gun in the guy next door's head.

But maybe because he was tormenting him so much that he couldn't sleep well, Moran rarely thought of the past, and rarely dreamed.Gradually, the years on the battlefield seemed to become blurred and distant, and those people and things gradually became blurred.

Until later, Moran even forgot why he had a cat—this cat obviously didn't like him, and always gave him a paw when he had nothing to do.

Moran lives a peaceful and safe life. He likes to listen to an old song called Everything will flow, but he never goes out with women overnight. He maintains a restrained and old-fashioned attitude towards life.Occasionally meeting Sherlock next door, that person just glanced at him and pretended not to see him.But Sherlock could tell at a glance that he had been a soldier and had been wounded, which surprised Moran.

In the sixth year after he left the battlefield, Holmes next door was going to move, which meant that Moran would also move.

221B Baker Street, this is Sherlock's new address.Moran wanted to move to 222 next door to him, but it was already taken by a guy named Rocky.

As a last resort, Moran found an apartment opposite 221B, which was also quite good.

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Early in the morning, Moran saw a man with golden brown hair knock on the door of 221B.Moran thought the man looked familiar, but Moran's memory had always been bad.Bad memory, good things at the beginning, always remembering some things will make life very unhappy.

Moran sent a text message to Anthea after working on his mobile phone, and Anthea gave him a smiley face symbol. Moran felt that the formulaic woman was becoming more and more lively now.

Sherlock and the strange man left Baker Street and got into a taxi.Moran recognized the taxi; it belonged to Mycroft.Obviously, Mycroft already knew about the incident, so Moran could temporarily let himself relax and go out for a stroll.

Captain Moran didn't have many places to hang out, and a small bar was always a good choice for him.

He walked into the bar, because it was daytime so there were not many people here.He went straight to the bar, ordered a glass of wine, and took a shallow sip.

Moran's handsome and charming appearance always helped him attract many women, and men.However, Moran also habitually maintained an attitude of turning a blind eye to these things. When the bartender watched a black-haired man approaching, he smiled and waited for the man to be deflated by Moran.

"Hi, my name is Jim, how about you?"

The man's voice is uniquely charming for British men, but perhaps because of his slightly higher voice line, his words seem a bit out of the ordinary.Moran turned his head to look at him, but when he met the dark-haired man's eyes, he froze suddenly.

In fact, Moran knew that he had seen him, but he couldn't remember where.

Moran's silence made the man a little unhappy. He pursed his lips, sat next to Moran, tapped the bar with his finger and asked for a glass of wine.

"I think it's basic courtesy for me to tell you your name and then you tell me your name." The man named Jim stared at Moran with a shallow smile, and his eyes seemed to have a frightening light.And Jim's little finger was quietly placed on the back of Moran's hand, rubbing it lightly.

It's called flirting, and Moran has learned the word by now.

He didn't push Jim away, though, but kept looking into his face, silent.Just when Jim was so bold that he had already crawled his hand along the cuff of his windbreaker to his wrist, Moran spoke in a low and pleasant voice.

"Sebastian Moran."

Jim was very satisfied with the man's frankness, so his smile became happier, but only Moran could see how cold the man's eyes were, and when he stared at him, he clearly revealed his danger.

"Molan, you don't look the same as before." Jim said with a smile.

Moran didn't answer.

"I'm different. You've got the same temper except you're getting older," Jim shrugged. "It's the same boring thing anyway."

"Where have we met." Moran used an affirmative sentence, and the tone of this person's speech was too familiar.

Jim snorted, but in the astonished eyes of the bartender, he reached out and clung to Moran's neck.Moran was much taller than Jim, and even though they were sitting now, Jim still had to hold his head up when he wanted to hug him.But obviously Jim does not reject this posture, he almost hangs his whole body on Moran.

Moran remained motionless, his blue eyes clear.

"We haven't met, my captain, but I think you'd like to know me." Jim leaned into Moran's ear and talked, and when he giggled, the warm air sprayed on Moran's slightly cold ears, a little hot.

Moran's response was to clamp Jim's waist firmly with his arms, very hard.

"To your house or to my house?" Jim asked with a smile.

"Go to your house." Since Moran didn't want to hear the explosion, and he didn't want to be surrounded by Mycroft all the time, he made a very wise choice.

Jim stood up with a smile, and let himself be pulled out of the tavern under the ambiguous eyes of everyone.And when he went out, he showed a smug look at the man in the corner.

The man had green eyes as beautiful as jewels.

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"I think you can see that I'm seducing | you."

"Ah."

"Then why did you come with me?"

"I want to go with you."

Jim turned over, and his naked chest was directly pressed against Moran.He was grinning, his lips that seemed to be crushed too much were red and beautiful: "I said you are an idiot, do you know how troublesome it is to shake off those tails that monitor you."

Moran still didn't speak, just lying on the soft pillow and getting ready to sleep.

A palm was squeezed between the back and the bed, and the cold fingertips gently slid across the scar on Moran's back.Moran opened his eyes and looked at Jim lying on top of him: "What?"

Jim tilted his head, but the next moment he quickly reached under the pillow and grabbed Moran's pistol.

Moran frowned, but Jim held a gun to his head.

"I said, you are a fool, but you are a fool." Jim was very proud to ride|sit on the man.

Moran's expression was flat: "Some people have long said that I am a goldfish."

Jim raised his eyebrows: "That's a good adjective."

Moran heard the sound of Jim opening the safety catch of the pistol, and he closed his eyes helplessly.I was seduced | seduced by this guy, bewitched, who knows why I followed him by a strange coincidence and even got a shot.

But the price is a bit high, which is a pity.

But the next moment, what Moran greeted was not death, but a soft object that was tightly attached to his lips.He opened his eyes and met Jim's cold eyes directly.

The too familiar eyes and the kiss in the dark made Moran's head swell.

"My name is Moriarty, and if you forget again, I'll beat you into a sieve."

Moran just typed these words into his head mechanically, then reached out and pressed the back of Moriarty's head to deepen the kiss.

All you have to do now is enjoy the night.

As for the rest... I'll talk about it after I wake up.

【Momo Lives in Love——END】

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87# Past and present life#

#黑berry姐姐的同人文——Past and present life#

Sherlock doesn't like crowded places. For him, perhaps a quiet place can help him think.

But at least the place needs a good doctor named John Watson.

However, when he woke up, his Watson was gone, replaced by a tall and thin man.He was sitting on Watson's single sofa, frowning and staring at Sherlock. Sherlock sat up, a little cold, which made him shiver.

Apparently he had fallen asleep on the couch again yesterday, but no one had put a blanket over him.

"I think you must have knocked on the door before entering." Sherlock picked up the dark blue pajamas on the side and put it on outside. This dress is very tight, at least it keeps his hands warm.

The man stared at Sherlock for a while, then asked, "Where is this?"

Sherlock withdrew his eyes from searching Watson and focused on the man.Obviously, the search just now made it clear to him that his good doctor wasn't home - although his shoes were still in the doorway - and this man, Sherlock glanced at him quickly, then raised an eyebrow.

"You're a military doctor." Sherlock's voice was still as low as a cello.

The man didn't respond at all: "Answer my question."

Sherlock didn't like this man's arrogant attitude, curled his lips, and replied after a few seconds: "If you walked in by yourself, I believe you will know that this is 221b Baker Street. If you are entrusting the case, please say, Don't be bored..."

However, at this moment, the oncoming cushion directly hit Sherlock's face, which made Sherlock's nose and cheekbones hurt a little.Before he could recover, he heard the man shout: "Holmes! Stop your pranks, now, immediately, immediately!"

Sherlock frowned and looked at the tall man who had stood up, but he was still stubbornly not going to get up.Mir, who was disturbed by the voices of the two people, was awakened from his sleep, raised his head in a daze, and when he saw Sherlock's curly hair, he walked to Sherlock's feet spontaneously, and rolled himself into a A group, and then lay down quietly.

The man was obviously taken aback when he saw Mir, and then he looked at Sherlock: "Can your experiment change the breed of my dog?"

"This is my dog." Sherlock subconsciously hugged Mir into his arms.

"Sherlock Holmes?"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, puzzled by the many incompatibility points with this man and this era, but when he heard the man's words, he raised his chin haughtily, and put his hand on Mir's head and rubbed it.

The man sat back on the single sofa and looked around the room. His eyes stayed for a moment on the skull and the letter on the transcript that had been stabbed with a knife, and then he looked at the laptop that belonged to Peanut. Then, he twitched the corners of his mouth and looked at Sherlock: "I think, I need to introduce myself."

Sherlock blinked.

The man stood up, stretched out his right hand, picked up the hat on his head and lifted it slightly, and behaved gracefully: "My name is John Watson, and I think we have a lot to talk about."

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After observation and reasoning, Sherlock determined that this person did not lie to himself.

He is John Watson, but he is not the good doctor he knows.His good doctor is kind, upright and resolute, willing to help him bring fried dumplings back from a Chinese restaurant far away.But this Watson is a down-to-earth gentleman of the Middle Ages, who is elegant in his actions and speech, but has no bad temper at all.When Sherlock explained the parallel universe to him, the man almost threw the knife in his hand to his face.

"In other words, it's the 21st century, and I should have died of old age long ago." Watson - Sherlock decided to distinguish him from his own John - picked up the bun and spread butter on it asked.

Sherlock doesn't like buns, but now that no one brings him fried dumplings, and no one makes him a potato soup that doesn't taste good, Sherlock can only eat this: "In theory, yes."

Watson put down the knife. In fact, he had just seen John's picture.It was a man who was very different from himself. He looked round, as cute as a teddy bear, with a gentle smile, but only Watson knew the determination and loyalty in those eyes.

His eyes looked at Sherlock: "So, where is the other John Watson?"

Sherlock didn't like him calling his good doctor like this: "He's different from you, you should call him Dr. Watson." Then, Sherlock pursed his lips, "Actually, I don't know where he went .”

Watson didn't ask any more questions, and ate his breakfast quietly.

It's just that both of them knew in their hearts that since the medieval John Watson could travel here, the John Watson here might also return to that ancient age.

Maybe Holmes was just happy to see a big teddy bear with him.Thinking of this, Watson suddenly felt very depressed. He took a big bite of the bread and chewed it hard.

This was a very supernatural thing, and Sherlock's first reaction was to ask his brother, Mycroft the Great Demon Sherlock Holmes, for help.Watson didn't find it strange that Sherlock went to his brother when he encountered problems. After all, the Sherlock Holmes he knew was also so dependent on his brother, and it seemed that Mycroft in this world was more powerful than in other times. .

Mycroft agreed to Sherlock's request and classified the matter as a top secret.Although Watson wanted to visit this era, but in view of his own personal safety and Professor Moriarty who was still lingering in this era, Watson felt that it would be better for him to stay in this room for the time being.

"Although you are taller than Holmes, it is clear that your living habits are similar to his." Watson frowned as he looked at the messy 221b, obviously not liking the chaos here.

Sherlock hummed, fiddled with the violin without speaking.Today was originally the day of cleaning that he and John had agreed upon, but now it was replaced by this tall and thin version of Watson. Sherlock expressed that he was very unhappy, and he didn't want to move.

But Watson is not going to let him go. As a former soldier, Watson doesn't like this situation, and facing this Sherlock Holmes—no matter what time it is—Watson can always bring up 100% Determination, but only a tenth of one's patience: "Sherlock, I think you need to do something, at least clean up that pile of rubbish."

"No." Sherlock stubbornly put the violin on his shoulder, and played a few syllables indiscriminately.

"This is a good living habit. You can't always stay in the laboratory." Watson tried very hard to restrain the urge to punch him in the head, telling himself that he only spends half a day with this person, so be patient. be patient……

"No." Sherlock insisted.

If you can't bear it, you don't need to bear it. Watson feels that he has an obligation to teach the disobedient Holmes a lesson for himself hundreds of years later.

Sherlock Holmes all need to be cleaned up. If they don't clean up, they won't understand what the rules are.

Therefore, Watson grabbed Sherlock's bow directly, and then left the room with Mir in his arms.

"I'll tell you where your microscope is when the house is cleared." Watson went upstairs after throwing down a sentence.

Sherlock looked at his hand in astonishment, and then angrily discovered that this Watson was obviously much smarter than his good doctor, and he didn't even notice when his microscope disappeared.

Now Sherlock misses the good doctor very much, maybe only after comparing him will he know how good his good doctor is.

God, I want to eat fried dumplings...john, where are you...

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John, who was missed by Sherlock, was standing next to a fountain at the moment, looking around blankly.

His memory stayed on last night, when he and Sherlock returned home after finishing a case, he saw a note from Mrs. Hudson to go back to visit relatives.He asked Sherlock to go up to rest, and he borrowed Mrs. Hudson's kitchen to cook some potato soup for himself-he knew he couldn't do it well, but Sherlock was always well fed.

But when he opened the refrigerator, he suddenly felt a headache, and then there was darkness in front of his eyes, followed by a long deep sleep.

And when he woke up, what he saw was a polite man, about his height, staring at him without saying a word.He felt that there was water vapor around him, and when he turned around, he realized that he was sitting by the fountain, and the man was sitting not far from him.

The man has a pair of big eyes, some stubble on his face, and his clothes are retro and decent.John touched his jacket pocket blankly, and heaved a sigh of relief when he touched the gun.

The next moment, he heard a man's voice: "Who are you? Where did you take Watson?"

John was taken aback, looked up at him and said, "I'm John Watson, sir, I think I may have encountered some bad things, can you tell me how I can go back to Baker Street? Well, if here It's London."

"..." The man frowned and stared at him. John felt that his eyes were sharp and piercing. He had seen this kind of eyes on Sherlock more than once.

John didn't like being stared at like that, though, so he stood up, ready to leave.

But when he turned around, he was completely stunned by what he saw in front of him.

Carriages, top hats, elegant ladies and gentlemen holding black umbrellas, under the smoggy sky, this kind of scene John has only seen in textbooks and movies.

Behind him, a man's voice came faintly: "Hi, I'm Sherlock Holmes, I think we need to talk."

88# Past and present life#

#黑berry姐姐的同人文--Past and Present#

Holmes never thought that he would meet a John Watson from the future. Of course, what he didn't expect was that the future Watson would look as tall as himself.

For the matter of crossing, it is obvious that Holmes has a much higher acceptance than John.Just when Holmes took John to the tailor shop to buy clothes, John was still in a state of shock and disbelief.

"Watson likes to wear a coat, but I don't think it's suitable for you." Holmes took a short coat and gestured to John, then pushed him behind the curtain, "Go and try it, it's not bad."

John said silently in his heart, my Sherlock also likes to wear a coat.However, apparently, the attributive "my" stunned John for a long time, so that when he put on his coat and came out, Holmes was already bored and started to turn his pocket watch.

Watson turned his head and looked in the mirror. Obviously this dress did not make him look like a gentleman, but it was more in line with this era, the Victorian era.

"I think Sherlock would like this place more, or rather, he seems to belong here." Looking at the carriage and the hazy weather outside the window, John suddenly said this.

Holmes has been able to distinguish the difference between himself and his future self from John's mouth very well. Perhaps John himself has not heard how much he misses when he calls "Sherlock".Holmes blinked his large eyes, and while he did not like emotion to distract his articulate mind - except for his one and only Watson - it did not mean that he was ignorant of them.

It seems that the future self is quite capable, and the future Watson is unbelievably gentle.

Holmes paid the money with a smile, and then sincerely invited Watson to his residence, 221b Baker Street.

After getting into the carriage, Holmes was the first to break the silence.

"Can you tell me about my future self?" Holmes is a man with a very adventurous and exploratory spirit, and he maintains a high degree of interest and curiosity about his future self—and a tall one at that.

John smiled. Although he hasn't been together for a long time, he has already discovered that this Mr. Holmes is very different from Sherlock, except for their names and the same clear mind: "He is smart and astute, and his observation ability can cover the entire London, but he always He is stubborn, persistent, and willful, but I think his advantages can completely cover up these shortcomings."

"I think you're hiding something from me. For example, I think I'm going to be a loner for a long time." Holmes shrugged, apparently not shying away from the question.

John smiled, even if it was Holmes in front of him, John would not be willing to speak ill of Sherlock, but it seemed that Holmes always knew Holmes best.

The biggest difference between 221b in this era and the future is the two wobbly lights at the door, which look quiet and beautiful.Pushing the door open, he still had to go up the tall stairs, which made John feel like his thin and tall roommate was sitting in the armchair behind the door, jumping up and going out to eat fried dumplings with him when he entered the door.

But obviously, there will not be another Sherlock Holmes behind this door, after all, if there are two Sherlocks in an era, it will obviously be a big disaster.

After the door was opened, John had two realizations.

First, this Sherlock Holmes is obviously more capable of messing up everything in the house than Sherlock.Second, the dog is much uglier than Mir.

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Sherlock, who was thrown in the face by Watson with a cushion for the third time, finally got angry. Yes, he was very angry. Dr. Watson provoked again and again.

"Tell me, what exactly do you want?" Sherlock put down his bow, frowned and stared at Watson.

Watson was holding a teacup with a brisk and leisurely expression: "I don't like the sound of you playing the violin."

"I'm playing Mendelssohn!" In other words, Sherlock didn't use his precious violin to make noise.

Watson took a sip of tea slowly: "I don't like it."

Sherlock's clever mind froze for a moment, and Sherlock, who had been spoiled by everyone, began to miss his good doctor again.He threw the cushion aside angrily, put his violin on the small round table, and then sat down on the armchair angrily.Watson glanced at him, and suddenly said, "You are different from Holmes."

"What?" Sherlock raised his eyelids.

"He is more mature than you, and understands what I mean better than you." Watson put down the cup, and then took off the gloves on his hands.

Sherlock wasn't going to discuss immature issues with him, he just wanted to send this tall and difficult guy back as soon as possible.Unbeknownst to him, a trace of sadness flashed in Watson's eyes.

The Sherlock Holmes he knew always liked to scare him, even threw his fiancée into the sea, and used him as an experiment if there was anything to do, but maybe in this world, the one who can understand each other's mind with just a look is the one. people.

At this time, a crowd suddenly passed by outside the door, they were holding rainbow flags in groups.

"What's that?" Watson stood up and went to the window.

Sherlock was a little upset, but for the sake of this person's name, he still opened his mouth to explain: "The bill passed a few days ago legalized homosexuality. I think that's the crowd celebrating." Twitching the corners of his mouth, "If