[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

It wasn't until nightfall that Dr. Watson woke up from his dream. When he wanted to get up, he felt itchy in his chest. He opened his eyes and wanted to move his arms, but he couldn't.Sherlock turned into a big octopus and wrapped himself tightly, with his head resting on his chest, and a soft curly hair rubbed against Watson's chest itching.The quilt had almost fallen to the floor.

Dr. Watson's forehead almost burst out with the word "well". Is this guy going to use me as a bed and himself as a quilt?Isn't he afraid of catching a cold?However, her figure is really good, there is no trace of fat, that is for sure, it is always a hard job to let him eat, how can he have nutrition and fat? !Muscular and fair complexion, is this covered by the rain in London?However, it is rare for him to come to a tropical area, but he never goes out unless he handles a case. It is estimated that it is difficult for him to have a healthy complexion of wheat color.Dr. Watson thought about Sherlock's appearance in that purple shirt that seemed to be a size too small, and felt a little hot.And then he discovered that something physical was going on that showed his body was perfectly healthy, and so was the little bastard who was pressing him.

He suddenly felt a little embarrassed, when will this little bastard want to get up.At this time, Sherlock seemed to be awakened by some of Watson's congested organs. He opened his eyes, looked at the night outside the window, and said, "Good evening, John."

"Good evening, can you get up?"

"Do not."

"Ok?"

"Would you mind changing dinner to supper?"

"do not mind."

"That's great." He propped his limbs on the bed, raised his body, and said condescendingly to Watson: "I think you don't mind if I take the initiative this time, do you?"

"Huh? You know..."

The corners of Sherlock's lips curled up slightly, and he said, "I've always been good at learning, and I know how to apply what I've learned."

"Okay." Dr. Watson found himself completely covered under Sherlock's body. From his angle, he could see Sherlock's undisguised vigorous organs and perfect figure. "How do you want to try?"

"Just cooperate. Are you nervous?"

"A bit."

"It won't happen soon." He said, leaning down and kissing Watson's lips.

(Ten thousand crabs crawled past, imagine Sherlock's counterattack.)

When they got dressed and went to eat supper, Sherlock asked very gentlemanly: "John, would you like some liquid food?"

"No, my rectum is not so fragile," Dr. Watson said in a low voice.

"I have experienced that feeling myself. I don't think your rectum will be very different from mine, not to mention that I am two years younger than you, and my physical function should be better than yours, and the speed of recovery should be faster than yours. Last time I recovered for 8 hours, but I still felt a dull pain, but you have only recovered for less than an hour now, so you should feel more sensitive." Sherlock said seriously.

Watson looked around quickly, and then said, "Sherlock, please keep your voice down."

"There is no one at all now." Sherlock directly ignored the waiters walking in the restaurant.

"I'm really all right, Sherlock, and I'm hungry and won't fill up on liquid food."

"I can't agree more with this, can we choose a liquid food rich in high protein, such as boiled oatmeal with milk?"

"That's enough, Sherlock, I'm the doctor, and I know my body well."

"Okay." Sherlock said aggrievedly when he saw that he was so persistent.

Seeing Sherlock being so aggrieved, Dr. Watson ate all the onions very consciously, and then Sherlock smiled with crooked eyebrows, which made Watson always feel a little cheated.

After supper, they couldn't fall asleep, so they walked in the gorgeously decorated corridors of the hotel. Watson remembered that Hypatia who slept in the room next to them didn't seem to have come back, so he asked, "Sherlock, your sister?" What? Haven't come back yet?"

"Don't worry about her, she's gone to see Moriarty."

"What?! Why are you so relieved?"

"what happened?"

"Aren't you worried that your sister will be taken advantage of by Moriarty?"

"Oh, John, your sympathy should be on Moriarty. I am very assured of my sister's abilities. I am even more worried that if he seeks death again, he will really be whipped by the female tyrannosaurus."

"I've seen Hypatia go berserk before, she's still very ladylike."

"Do you know the score when Hypatia passed the internal training of mi5?"

"Ok?"

"Full marks for firearms, full marks for fighting, full marks for escaping, and weird skill tests like poisoning are generally full marks."

"It doesn't look like it," said Dr. Watson with some surprise.

"Because it wasn't necessary. Besides, it was Mycroft who tested her."

"So Mycroft has relaxed his demands?"

"How is it possible? The Demon King will only be stricter."

"Okay. I really don't see it at all. I always thought she was an ordinary clerk, but the job content needed to be kept secret.

"You have to know that she is engaged in a very risky occupation. Mycroft is not a high-ranking government official, so unless he goes abroad for business, his bodyguards can only be hidden. She runs around with Mycroft all day long. Running back and forth, without any means of self-defense, has long been eliminated."

"Then why is she often kidnapped?"

"She will."

"what?"

"Is there anything strange about this? She has always loved Moriarty deeply, and she tried to stay away from him in the past, but she couldn't get rid of it. Since she can't get rid of it, then control him."

"Control? What if you can't control it?" Dr. Watson licked his lips and said, control again? !For you, what is not used to control?

Sherlock smiled and said, "You don't want to know."

"tell me."

"Physical destruction."

"what?!"

"After Hypatia finally lost his patience and turned Moriarty into Mr. Skull, John, the peace you have been looking forward to for a long time will come."

"Oh, no." Dr. Watson said in surprise, and after a moment of silence, he said cautiously: "That Mr. Skull of yours..."

"Oh, don't worry, Mr. Skull was a cleaner who devoted most of his life to London. I didn't know him before."

"Okay." Dr. Watson said with a sigh of relief, and then asked: "Then how do you control others?"

Sherlock glanced at him and said, "You don't need to."

"Ok?"

"I trust you."

"Okay." Dr. Watson couldn't help laughing.

Sherlock was thinking, you believed me without even investigating the source of my Mr. Skull. Do I still need to go to such trouble to try to control you?Don't do unnecessary things, or you will only kill yourself. Mr. Moriarty is a bad example.

While Sherlock and Watson are taking a sweet walk to bask in happiness, Hypatia is feeding Moriarty who is lying on the bed obediently.He was originally a lively person, but now he was trapped on the bed, and he had the urge to escape from the hospital after only staying for half a day.He devised a lot of escape plans on the bed, including transforming sheets and teacups into simple pulley blocks and ropes to slide down through the hospital windows, to summoning gang members he could control in the United States to siege the hospital and save himself, etc. The plan has been thought through.But those plans would only work if Hypatia gave him the phone and walked away from his bed for 10 minutes.

When Hypatia finally left his bedside, she took away all the mobile phones and other communication tools.Seeing that there were no medical staff passing by the door, Moriarty thought for a while, and began to think about how to pull out the bed sheet and twist it into a rope, but the most important thing was how to move the leg that fell in midair.Neither Hypatia nor he was short of money. They hired the best doctors and used the best equipment. The direct result was that it was difficult to move. Originally, this was to better fix the fracture and avoid the long deformity. Now, of course, Moriarty's escape plan was restricted.

In other words, his original plan of escaping from the hospital through the sheets like a lonely hero completely fell through.So he changed his plan again, and got a mobile phone from those deceitful medical staff, and then called someone to rescue him. Unfortunately, from the time Hypatia left to her return, no medical staff passed by.Did my luck run out in the situation?I obviously haven't taken any smuggling business lately? !

After Hypatia came back, seeing Moriarty's eyeballs twitching under the closed eyelids, she couldn't help but said, "Sir, since you're awake, we can talk."

"Ah?! Well, what are you talking about?" Moriarty said in surprise when his thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

"What do you like to say?"

"How about the similarities and differences between yellow dynamite and black dynamite?"

"I'm not a major in blasting, thank you." Hypatia said with a strange expression upon hearing this.

"So, Riemannian geometry?"

"Okay."

Next, their conversation can be summed up as a paper "From Riemannian Geometry to General Relativity" and "On the Similarities and Differences between Euclidean Geometry and Riemannian Geometry" or "Study on Surface Geometry". I helped buy a stack of draft paper, wrote and drew on the bedside table, and called Moriarty to be a professor very habitually and softly.

They didn't stop until the nurse came to change the medicine bottle.Seeing this, the nurse said to Hypatia with disapproval: "Are you a student of Southern University? Even if you fail the exam, you can't come to tutoring when all the tutors go to the hospital? Go back and do it yourself." Can't the library do it?"

Hearing this, Moriarty couldn't help laughing, pulled his injured leg, halfway through the laugh and almost cried out in pain, so he could only hold it in there, the expression was very funny, and it was a good way to amuse the embarrassing Hypatia.

Hypatia smiled and said: "He is not my mentor. He is me, my dearest enemy."

When the nurse heard this sentence, she realized that she had misunderstood, and she left in embarrassment. After going out, she thought, did "Sheldon" bring his girlfriend to the hospital? !