[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

Shelley was cleaning the house when Sherlock came in, talking to John about his new girlfriend, the poor kid who had been dumped so many times because Sherlock kept interrupting her dates.

The door was pushed open suddenly, and the two of them looked back, then both were stunned. Sherlock stood there covered in blood from head to toe, holding a large harpoon as tall as a man in his hand, with a helpless face: "It's so boring."

John asked in horror: "You take the subway like this?"

Sherlock was aggrieved: "Taxis won't even take me."

Shelley was speechless: "It's not bad that they didn't treat you as a murderer and call the police. Go and wash it, it will be difficult to wash it later."

Sherlock washed the blood all over his body, and he couldn't take any more clothes, so he threw them into the trash can in lumps. Shelley didn't care about him. If it was someone else's house, he was afraid that someone would call the police if they thought it was a murder. Sherlock even threw away human organs, and everyone in Baker Street had long since calmed down.

It had been a while since there had been any interesting cases, and Sherlock was so bored that he wanted to stimulate himself with a cigarette.But John and Shelley firmly opposed it. He had quit smoking for a while, and smoking again would be a waste of all his previous efforts. Sherlock also bribed the surrounding shopkeepers for this, and no one within a two-mile radius would sell him cigarettes.

Sherlock was bored and addicted to cigarettes, so irritable, he began to rummage around the house, trying to find his private cigarettes, but that was already hidden by John and Shelley. Knowing he couldn't impress them, Sherlock yelled, "Mrs. Hudson!"

Mrs. Hudson responded, but unfortunately she didn't know where they hid the cigarettes. She kindly asked, "How about I make you a cup of tea? You'd better put the harpoon away."

"Tea won't work, I need something at least [-]% more stimulating than tea." Sherlock turned to look at Mrs. Hudson, "Did you go to Mr. Chatterjee again? The one at the sandwich shop. You're wearing a new dress with flour on the sleeves, You don't dress like that to cook. You have metal shavings in your nails, and you're playing scratch-off again, knowing it's not going to end well."

"Sherlock!" Both John and Shelley yelled, trying to stop him from continuing, this guy likes to analyze people every time he is bored, and sometimes he completely ignores privacy, which really hurts.

Sherlock didn't stop, he sniffed hard: "The joy of the imperial city, it's a bit too much to spray this on Monday morning, you should read my blog about perfume analysis, it's on my On the website... don't expect that chatterjee to take you to sea, he has a wife in Doncaster, but people don't know..."

"Sherlock!" John shouted to stop him.

Shelley strode over directly, covered his mouth with one hand, put an arm around his neck, smiled apologetically at Mrs. Hudson, and dragged Sherlock into his bedroom.

She is much smaller than Sherlock, being dragged backwards by her, Sherlock felt that his neck was going to be broken, and he broke away from her hand as soon as he entered the door: "What are you doing?"

Shelley smiled at him, turned and locked the door, Sherlock looked at her in horror: "What are you going to do?"

"Aren't you bored? Find something for you to do." Shelley reached out and pushed him down on the bed, slowly reaching for the button of his shirt.

"Look, when you killed a pig with a harpoon, you must have used the wrong force. Your muscles are all stiff. If you don't squeeze it, you will feel better tomorrow."

Sherlock was pinched and hummed: "Where did you learn to massage your hands?"

"I used to give massage to my grandfather. When he is getting old, I often give him massage, so I went to learn one hand."

When they finished pressing, the case finally came. A small American man brought a documentary about Baskerville.He had a lot of property there, but he also had a nightmare that haunted him for 20 years, a dream about a giant vicious dog killing his father.

Baskerville's secret aroused Sherlock's interest and decided to go to Dartmoor to find out.

Dartmoor is a wilderness, with an open field of vision, and the setting sun illuminates the wilderness, mysterious and atmospheric.Baskerville didn't have access to the railway, and Sherlock got a big Humvee from somewhere, and they drove through the wilderness in the car, and the car drove so fast that John had to hold on to the handle on the side to fix himself.

There are military bases, Devil's Valley, and minefields here. Shelley couldn't help but think, is this a very mysterious military forbidden area in the legend?

They booked three rooms at the Cross Key Hotel in Greenpen Town, which only served vegetarian food, but John found the receipt for the meat on the counter.But that's not surprising, it's probably a gimmick to only serve vegetarian food, some people like to eat meat, and it's impossible for them to open a shop that doesn't sell it.

According to the shop owner, the guy named fletcher saw a demon hound before. Sherlock pulled Shelley and sat down next to him, trying to provoke him to tell the truth. According to Shelley's guess, Sherlock felt that the big dog did exist, but it was not like in the documentary. So legendary.

Perhaps because the beauty looked at him intently, fletcher said something mysteriously: "I have a friend who used to work in the Ministry of Defense. One day I made an appointment with him to go fishing, but he didn't Come, showing up very late, pale. 'I saw something last night,' he said, 'I never want to see it a second time. Something horrible.' He was sent to a secret base, possibly Bo Baskerville, and possibly Baskerville." Although he said so, his expression showed that he thought it was in Baskerville, "where he saw terrible things in a secret laboratory, rats and dogs alike Big, a dog as big as a horse."

Sherlock decided to break into Baskerville to find out, Shelley asked curiously: "It's a military base, heavily guarded, how do you get in?"

Sherlock took out an ID, Shelley could only sigh helplessly, the brat took out his brother's pocket again. Sherlock is very proud: "You can go anywhere under the name of Mycroft. I have already said that he is the British government." Fortunately, the two brothers look alike, although he always attacks his brother's hairline and weight.

So John and Shelley pretended to be Mr. Holmes' entourage, and they drove straight into Baskerville.Sure enough, the guards easily let them go after checking their documents.

"We had twenty and ten minutes before they realized something was wrong," Sherlock said.

They were stopped by a corporal named Lyons at the door of the secret laboratory. He felt that it was very abrupt that someone would come here to check. John took out his military ID to scare the corporal, and when he went to open the door, the three of them looked at each other and smiled.

"I don't see that you are good at lying, John." Shelley lowered his voice.

John smiled: "How do you say that Chinese saying? Near ink is black."

Shelley also said: "It's beautiful."

"I haven't revealed my military rank for hundreds of years."

"Is it cool?"

"of course."

They swipe their cards all the way to enter, and the checkpoints show that this place is really extraordinary.The laboratory is underground, with a total of four floors, and what they got was only -1.As soon as he entered the door, Shelley was startled by the screams of monkeys. These were probably some experimental animals.

"Are there many animals here?" Sherlock asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Anyone escaped?" Shelley thought of the big dog Fletcher was talking about.

"You'd have to learn how to use an elevator to get away with them, ma'am, we're not going to raise them that smart."

It's hard to say, Shelley muttered in his heart, who knows what kind of experiment is being done here.

The first thing they met was a female doctor surnamed Stapleton, she was mainly in charge of genetic research, and Sherlock suddenly remembered the reason why this surname was familiar. A little girl left a message on John's blog. Her glowing rabbit named Lily of the Valley was missing, and its cage was still locked.

Dr. Stapleton is the mother of the little girl, and she took the rabbit away, in order to avoid the leak of her research project.

Sherlock glanced at his watch and strode towards the door: "We have to go, are we leaving this way?"

John asked in a low voice, puzzled: "Did we break into the secret base just to coordinate the disappearance of a rabbit?"

Sherlock's cell phone rang, he glanced at the text message, and chuckled softly: "It took 23 minutes, mycroft's movements slowed down."

Well, got caught.

50 First update

They should really thank John for his blog. If he hadn't written about Sherlock's cases on the blog, Sherlock wouldn't be so famous and wouldn't have so many fans.This time they were lucky enough to meet a doctor named Frankland. This old man with a gray beard was also a fan of Sherlock. contacts.

Then they went to Henryknight's house, which was a big mansion. Henryknight, who was tortured by nightmares, turned out to be a rich man.

They sat in Henry's big kitchen and drank afternoon tea. John always likes to drink tea with nothing, while Shelley likes to put a lot of milk, which comes from the habit of her grandfather and mother. She never puts sugar in her tea, but it is better than Compared with clear tea, she prefers milk tea. Sherlock put sugar cubes in the cup, and listened to Henry talking about his nightmare, and asked, "Freedom is death, isn't there such a saying?"

John was also not very sure: "Probably, Sherlock, do you have any plans for this?"

"Of course, let's go to Demon Valley to see at night."

Devil's Valley is located behind a small tree, and it's a bit eerie to walk into the tree at night. It is said that Henry Knight's father died here 20 years ago. Shelley didn't understand why his father would put his seven-year-old child in the middle of the night. The son brought this kind of place.

As soon as he walked into the woods, John stopped suddenly. Shelley watched him shine the flashlight into the distance, and couldn't help lowering his voice: "What's wrong?"

John took a few steps to the side of the path: "Listen, what is this sound?"

Shelley listened carefully, and she only heard a few unknown animal calls, and then she was attracted by the light in the distance, pulled John's sleeve and said, "Look, what is that?"

"Morse code?!" John glanced at the light, and subconsciously turned his head to call Sherlock, but Sherlock and Henry Knight had already left. John had no choice but to touch his pocket, took out a notebook and recorded it, Shelley flashed him a flashlight: "... u... m... q... r... a... umqra, Ankara?"

"Ankela, what do you mean?"

John shook his head, he didn't understand either, so he could only turn around and ask Sherlock.Seeing the lights still repeating these letters, he put away his notebook and said, "Let's go, maybe Sherlock and the others found something."

Those two people had long since disappeared. They walked along the path and whispered Sherlock's name. When they reached the end of the path, both John and Shelley were sure that they were lost.They could only stop and look for a way out. Suddenly, Shelley felt that something was passing by behind him. He made a "rustling" sound and turned around quickly, only to see the shadow of the tree swaying slightly, and water drops falling from the tree from nowhere.

Just as he was relieved, there was another roar behind him, as if some giant animal was roaring. Shelley raised his heart to his throat and asked in a low voice, "Dog?"

"I'm not sure, don't be afraid, I have a gun with me."

Shelley believed in John's marksmanship, and also believed in her own force, but she was afraid that this kind of thing could not be measured by reason. She felt that the hairs in her heart were on end, and even the hairs stood on end.

There was another growl, followed by Henry Knight's voice: "My God, my God, did you see that?"

Sherlock replied nervously and restrained himself: "I didn't see anything."

"Sherlock!" Shelley exclaimed happily, she was really not afraid at all when she saw Sherlock, "You are here."

Sherlock ignored her, just said: "I didn't see anything."

Shelley looked at John inexplicably, John went to send Henry Knight home, and Shelley quickly caught up with Sherlock and returned to the hotel.

Because it was too dark before, Shelley didn't see anything, but when she got to a brightly lit place, she noticed something was wrong. Sherlock's eyes were red, his muscles were tense, his lips and hands were trembling. Shelley hurriedly pushed him to sit on the sofa by the fireplace, and poured him a glass of wine: "Drink a glass and you'll feel better. What did you see?"

It could be seen that Sherlock was trying his best to calm himself down, but no matter how hard he tried, he took a big sip of his wine and said, "I saw that big dog."

Shelley was very surprised: "There are really big dogs? Are they bred in that base?"

"A big hound, in Devil's Valley, only appeared once and then disappeared. I'm not sure where it came from."

Shelley was about to ask carefully, when John came back, dragged a chair and sat down beside them, and said, "Henry doesn't look well, he's a little manic, he firmly believes that there is a super mutant dog wandering in the wilderness..."

It should be said that sometimes John is very considerate, but sometimes he is easy to talk to himself. It is obvious that Sherlock is not in the right state. He is still talking about it by himself.So in the end, the two inevitably quarreled again, and after Sherlock said "I have no friends" as the end, John ran out again by himself.

Shelley held Sherlock's hand worriedly and said, "Sherlock, you don't look well, why don't you go to sleep?"

Sherlock rubbed his face vigorously, stood up with the armrest of the sofa, Shelley hurried forward to support him, but fortunately, Sherlock was just a little dizzy, not drunk, and it wasn't too difficult to help him to the guest room.

Helping him to sit on the edge of the bed, Shelley went to the bathroom and wrung out a towel to wash his face, then wiped his hands: "Sherlock, go to sleep, sleep well, and you'll be fine tomorrow."

Sherlock didn't move: "As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw the big dog, staring at its big red eyes, and the black fur seemed to be on fire."

Shelley could hardly believe that Sherlock would be so scared, and the big dog he described felt like a hellhound, did he really see it or was he playing tricks again?

"sherlock?"

Sherlock took a deep breath: "I'm fine, you go to sleep and leave me alone for a while."

"Okay." Shelley had no choice but to go back to the room.

Playing with her mobile phone in the room for a while, watched a movie, and checked that it was on, she turned off the TV, and wanted to go straight to sleep, but she was still worried about Sherlock, put on her coat and went to the next door.

She tried to twist the door handle of Sherlock's room, but the door didn't lock.Through the light in the corridor, she saw Sherlock wrapped in a quilt and leaning against the head of the bed, she couldn't help but wrinkled her head and whispered, "Sherlock, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Sherlock didn't respond, was he sitting up and falling asleep? Shelley walked over to help him lie down, but saw that his eyes were wide open, usually sharp eyes like eagles were dull and lifeless.She reached out and patted his shoulder lightly, only to realize that he was covered in sweat. Is this a nightmare?

"Sherlock, you will catch a cold like this, why don't you go take a hot bath?"

Sherlock slowly turned his head and glanced at her, and paused for a while before slowly pushing away the quilt and getting out of bed, Shelley supported him anxiously, Sherlock waved his hand: "I'm fine, I sweat so much, the medicine should It's been cleaned up."

"Drugs?" Shelley asked in surprise, "Are you drugged? Are you really all right? No, I have to find John to come and see."

"It's okay, I'm going to take a shower, if you're sleepy, go to bed first."

Shelley couldn't rest assured, she sat on the bed and played with her mobile phone, waiting for Sherlock to come out.She just swiped the web page twice when she heard a "bang" in the bathroom, jumped up and ran over and asked, "Sherlock, what's the matter? What happened?" She patted the bathroom door while asking.

Probably because she gained a little strength in her panic, the bathroom door was only ajar, but it opened with just one slap from her. Sherlock was standing under the nozzle with his back to the door, and when he heard the movement, he wiped his face and turned around, with foam on his body, usually looking at his thin body, firm and smooth, with tense muscles.

Shelley never thought that he would see such a "sexy" scene, so he let out an "ah" in surprise, stepped back and said, "Yes...I'm sorry, I...I thought you fell..."

Sherlock raised the corners of his mouth and looked at her with a half-smile: "Are you satisfied with what you see?"

Only then did Shelley realize that he was still standing still, so he quickly turned around and ran away, even forgetting to close the door for him.Going back to the bed and sitting down, she covered her face, her heart was beating happily, and she couldn't get rid of the white and firm body in her mind.God, she really didn't mean it, when did she get so horny...

After a few minutes, the sound of water in the bathroom finally stopped, and the temperature on Shelley's face that had just cooled down burned again after seeing Sherlock's body wrapped in a small towel. Why did you come out like this, with no clothes on?"

Sherlock slowly walked in front of her, and regardless of himself, he only wrapped a small towel around his waist, then bent over and turned in the box next to the bed: "I forgot when I went in just now."

He pulled out a pair of underwear from the box, Shelley held his breath subconsciously, watched him smile to himself, took the underwear back to the bathroom, and then exhaled heavily, and found that his chest hurt from holding back, the pain There seemed to be some disappointment behind it.

I'm going to die, I'm going to die, sure enough, I'm growing up and starting to think about men, right?I've never seen such hunger before.Speaking of which, Sherlock doesn't know if he has ever had a woman, and according to her understanding, he probably hasn't.Does he not care or does he not understand?The two of them have been dating for so long, and I haven't seen him express anything in this regard. The last time I slept with her all night, I didn't respond. This time, I dangled naked in front of her. Do you think she is a dead person? ?

51 Second update

When Sherlock came out of the bathroom again, he had already put on his pajamas and nightgown, and asked Shelley, "What's the matter, is there anything else?"

Shelley has already made up his mind, and he doesn't know how long it will be until this guy takes the initiative, so he has to eat him today to be reconciled.She stood up and began to untie the belt on her nightgown, but although she made up her mind, she was still nervous, her hands were trembling slightly, and she didn't dare to look directly at Sherlcok.

The silk nightgown slipped off her shoulders and wrapped around her feet quietly. Sherlock was taken aback. He just had a low EQ but a very high IQ. Seeing Shelley like this, how could he not understand what she meant? Immediately, he felt a hot current rushing straight to his lower abdomen, and the smooth shoulders and collarbone that he was used to seeing at ordinary times also made him feel particularly attractive.

He stood still, just quietly watched her slowly walk over, stretched his trembling little hands to his waist, and untied his belt.

Shelley pulled his nightgown down over his shoulders, and because of the height difference, she had to stand on tiptoe a little bit, leaning forward to fit into his.When she felt that hot and hard thing in her abdomen, she subconsciously looked up at Sherlock. There seemed to be flames beating in his sharp and calm eyes.

Then, she was embraced by a strong arm, and her low and hoarse exclamation was blocked by warm lips: "sherlock..."

John sat on the steps and recorded everything that happened yesterday.When I was about to finish writing, I saw Sherlock walking over. Although he was wearing a windbreaker and his collar was turned up, he looked very handsome, but they had been together for so long, how could John fail to see Sherlock's embarrassment and nervousness, he was here to reconcile up.

Sherlock asked uncomfortably, "Do you have any idea about the Morse Code?"

"No." John stood up and walked forward.

"u, m, q, r, a, is that so? Ankara."

"That was my mistake." John laughed secretly in his heart, making a cold and indifferent expression on his face, making him talk nonsense, and pretending that he was really a bad-tempered Teddy without giving him a lesson.

"Where is Louise Mortimer? Did you find anything?"

"No."

"What about you here, did you find anything?" Sherlock was completely out of words.

"No," John held back a laugh, "I suddenly realized that you've become more humorous."

Sherlock was helpless: "Maybe we can break the deadlock."

John remembered it, and asked, "Where's Shelley?"

Sherlock smiled. Although he tried to calm down, he still failed. He ran two steps to catch up with John, and said triumphantly, "She was exhausted last night, and she was still sleeping."

John froze for a moment, stopped and turned to look at him, then laughed: "Congratulations...I mean...that's good."

Sherlock grinned and said, "John, I'm sorry, I mean, what happened last night."

Speaking of this, John pulled his face down again, turned around and said, "I see."

"John, what I said is true, I have no friends, I only have you and Shelley."

Well, well, you have to forgive him. John said in his heart that he was just a child, a lonely child.

When the two returned to the hotel, Shelley was already eating breakfast. Surprisingly, Lestrade was sitting opposite her.

"Why are you here?" Sherlock asked.

Lestrade chewed the bread and asked, "Would you believe me if I said I was on vacation?"

"Do not believe."

John greeted him with a smile: "Hi, Greg."

"Hey, John, I heard that you are busy here, are you investigating that hellhound?"

Sherlock ignored their warm interaction, sat down next to Shelley, opened his mouth to swallow a slice of fried egg on her fork, and looked at Lestrade indifferently: "What the hell are you here for?"

"They said they were on vacation."

"You're so tanned, you obviously just came back from vacation."

"I want to take another vacation, can't I?"

"Is it mycroft's fault? Of course, I heard that something happened to Baskerville, so I sent my guardian to spy on me, and even used an alias..."

Shelley couldn't hold back and shouted: "Sherlock..."

Sherlock turned his head and gave her a smiling face: "What else do you want to eat, do you need me to call the waiter for you?"

"No, I'm full, thank you...I meant to say...greg, not an alias."

"what?"

"My God, haven't you noticed what I usually call him?" John rubbed his forehead, "His name is Greg, not some bloody alias."

Shelley looked at Lestrade's embarrassed and depressed expression, and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly: "Don't worry about this little bastard, he didn't remember more than ten people's names since he was a child, and your name is rarely used. , I usually call you Inspector or your surname."

Lestrade shook his head: "He never cared. Of course, I'm not your guardian," he said to Sherlock, "You don't care about me."

"Oh, no, you came just in time." John said, taking out a piece of paper from his pocket, and glanced at Sherlock, "While you were having a good time, I didn't do nothing."

Lestrade looked at Sherlock puzzled: "Is he flirtatious?"

Shelley blushed and gave John a hard elbow. John let out a cry of pain, didn't dare to say anything more, and quickly handed the note to Sherlock: "Look, it's strange that vegetarian restaurants still purchase so much meat every day. Now that there is the majestic and terrifying Inspector of Scotland Yard, it only takes a few It’s just a phone call away, super convenient.”

When Lestrade was checking the hotel bill, Shelley found that Sherlock had slipped to the counter to make a cup of coffee. He never made coffee by himself, and every time he ordered others with confidence. He was about to ask why he was so good today, but Seeing him bring the coffee to John, he couldn't help laughing, is he apologizing for what he said last night?

Apparently John thought so too, in order not to hurt Sherlock, even though he never drank coffee with added sugar, he gritted his teeth and drank a cup of coffee, then smiled at Sherlock who had been staring at him nervously Said that he really forgave him.

How could the two owners of the Cross Key Hotel resist Lestrade's inquiries, and admitted with a bitter face that they raised a big dog in the wilderness, using local legends and its roar to attract tourists.But the dog had been killed by them because it was getting more and more uncontrollable.

Sherlock thought that the one he saw last night was not the one raised by the innkeeper, the one he saw had flames in its eyes and glowing on its body, this description reminded them of "Lily of the Valley".

"We need to go back to Baskerville again." Sherlock took out his phone and his voice became sweeter, "Good morning, dear brother..."

Shelley shook his head amusedly, this guy usually doesn't treat mycroft that well, he either calls him by his name or calls him a fat man, and when he needs it, he starts acting cute and pretending to be good, who would let my younger brother eat this kind of thing?

When they arrived in Baskerville, they split into two groups. John went to Dr. Stapleton's laboratory hounds, while Sherlock and Shelley went to negotiate with the colonel. Although there was an order from Mycroft, they still needed to explain it themselves, and Sherlock needed some arrangements. to explain.

"Be careful, there will be danger." Sherlock looked ahead and whispered.

John paused and replied, "Don't worry, I know."

"How about I go with John?" Shelley said, she is not the kind of weak girl, she can help.

"No, you have to stay with me, I need your help." Sherlock flatly rejected it.

"I'm fine, Shelley, I can do it alone." John said, just a dog, he touched the pistol on his waist, very confident.

Shelley also thought it was just a dog, and John's marksmanship was very good, so it wasn't a big deal, so he let it go.Accompany Sherlock to find that major, the major is the kind of person with a fiery temper, who can itch his teeth when he speaks, and always feels that they are here to find fault.

Fortunately, soldiers take obeying orders as their bounden duty, so they settled the matter anyway and sat down in front of the monitor.Just looking at it, Shelley was dumbfounded, John didn't know what he saw, he was dodging in a laboratory, his face was full of tension.She turned to look at Sherlock, only to see that he was also staring at John nervously.

"What happened to John?" she asked. "Shall we go over and help?"

Sherlock shook his head: "He can handle it."

From Shelley's point of view, the next thing unfolded like a miracle. First, John was scared to death by the hallucination, but Sherlock also said that he made John's coffee to test whether there were hallucinogenic drugs in Henry's sugar cube.Seeing how frightened John was, Shelley felt that he had a really good temper. If it were her, she would definitely beat Sherlock up.

"But if there's no poison in the candy, how did you and John get poisoned?" She asked puzzled.

Sherlock shook his head, he hadn't figured it out yet.

"You all get out, out of my temple of memory," he said.

Shelley and John looked at each other helplessly, and pulled Dr. Stapleton away.

Watching John explaining Sherlock's Hall of Memory to Dr. Stapleton, he suddenly remembered that he strongly opposed her following John before, and suddenly felt very sweet in his heart. No matter how jerk Sherlock is to others, he is always very good to her. Sherlock never puts people in his eyes easily, but as long as he really puts this person in his heart, it is always 100% good.

52 The third change

Sherlock found clues from his memory hall, and the matter was related to the kind-looking Dr. Frankland. At this time, Henry's psychiatrist called John, and Henry suddenly went crazy again, almost hurting her. Then she ran out with a gun by herself, and she was worried that he would commit suicide.

They hurried to Devil's Valley, and Henry could only go there.It was already late at this time, but fortunately the moonlight was bright, and they ran to the Devil's Valley