[Comprehensive British and American] My Neighbor Mr. Holmes

After making a Christmas appointment with Jack Sparrow, Dean Winchester asked to let them come together that day, William thought for a moment, and agreed.

After they all left, William looked at the time and said to Watson, "It's almost noon, do you want to have a lunch together?...How about spaghetti?"

"...a good choice."

Watson paused, and when William went in to look for pasta, he nodded helplessly and said.

In this regard, William nodded.

After the pasta was ready, William brought up a lot of fruit and coffee after the meal.

At this time, Sherlock had already come out, and he put the phone by his side. Whenever the groan sounded, he didn't care about Watson's puzzled eyes. He calmly picked up the phone and looked at it, then put it aside.

William is also very curious about Sherlock's mobile phone. It seems that since Sherlock announced that they were trying to be lovers, maybe at other times, he always felt that his eyes were always watching Sherlock inadvertently. There are no things, maybe he noticed it, but he didn't realize it.

Sherlock meticulously eats grapes with a fork, slender fingers, well-defined knuckles, round nails, neatly trimmed, and his movements of holding the fork are very elegant, it can be seen that he has received a good education, silver-white His dinner fork was glowing coldly, and the purple grape on it was like a purple gemstone, which was slowly put into his pink lips and chewed slowly.

"looks good."

As Sherlock said, he forked another grape and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly.

"what?"

William was taken aback for a moment, he looked at Sherlock, looked away with some guilt and said, "Are you asking me?"

"Of course," Sherlock said, turning his gaze to William and said, "Except for you, Watson wouldn't have been staring at me like this."

"...How do you know I'm watching you if you don't look at me?"

William made a "huh" and said ironically.

"This kind of thing doesn't need to be 'watched'," Sherlock said, forking a grape and handing it to William's lips, and said solemnly, "If you want to eat, you can tell me, although I don't mind You... Well, I heard that feeding each other can enhance the relationship. Although, we will eat each other's saliva, but since we have already done it, then the saliva is not a problem... I will try to get used to it , your saliva."

"...Wouldn't it be disgusting for someone who keeps saliva and not saliva?"

William twitched his lips, looked at the grapes in front of his lips and asked deliberately disgusted.

"Nauseous? A normal person's daily secretion is about 1.0 to 1.5 liters. The organic substances mainly include mucin, mucopolysaccharide, salivary amylase, lysozyme, immunoglobulin, blood group substances, urea, uric acid and free amino acids..."

Sherlock was talking endlessly, William turned his face silently, looked at Watson who was on the side, saw him drinking coffee leisurely, and couldn't help but said, "Sherlock, our task yesterday Is it a failure?"

"Just now, Mycroft sent a message saying that we don't need to deal with this matter," Sherlock said here, without any sadness or atmosphere, and his face was calm.

"That's really good news."

As William said, he subconsciously looked at Sherlock's cell phone, endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking, "Then do you still contact Irene Adler?"

"I didn't contact her, not once."

Sherlock said, picked up a cup of coffee, took a sip and explained.

"Well well, you didn't."

William glanced helplessly at Sherlock and said.

"I'm going to clean up the plates," William said, intending to stack up the leftover plates and take them away to the kitchen, but Watson snatched them away.

"Since you made lunch, I'll wash the dishes."

As Watson spoke, he blinked at William, silently said "Come on" to him, and then glanced at Sherlock's likeness, obviously indicating that William and Sherlock are getting along well.

"I……"

William hadn't finished speaking when he heard the doorbell ring, he paused, saw Watson pointing to the plate, Sherlock took the newspaper and was reading, so he had to go to open the door by himself.

When he opened the door, there was a young man in his 20s. He had chestnut hair, brown eyes, and deep dark circles under his eyes. His face was pale, his hair was messy, and he looked very panicked. When he saw William, he looked hopeful. asked, "Does Sherlock Holmes live here?"

Seeing this, William instantly understood the purpose of the young man's visit.

"Yes," William said, asking the young man to come in, "please come in, Sherlock is right here."

As he spoke, William shouted to Sherlock, "Sherlock, a guest is here."

After taking the young man to the sofa, William brought him a cup of hot coffee. Holding the coffee cup in his trembling hands, he took a sip of the coffee before he settled down and said, "I'm Jim, Jim Howard." Ston."

Having said this, Jim Horston glanced at Sherlock, then at William and Watson, and said, "I'm gay."

"It can be seen," Sherlock said indifferently, "please continue."

Jim Horston swallowed his saliva when he heard the words, and said the matter.

"I found a very handsome man in the bar. I wanted to say hello to him, but I never got up the courage to say so, so I kept paying attention to him secretly. I knew he would be there at eight o'clock every night. Order a glass of 'Blue Storm' at the bar, drink it slowly, and leave at ten o'clock. Until five days ago, I saw him leave the bar at ten o'clock, but wait until almost ten At one o'clock, I went to the toilet and found him in the toilet, he was looking in the mirror, and when he saw me, he smiled at me."

"I thought I made a mistake that day. The next day I went to the bar to wait for him. When I waited until ten o'clock, I saw him go out with my own eyes. I didn't know what to think at the time. Time, go to the toilet? Then, at the same time that day, I went to the toilet, and then, I saw him looking in the mirror again, in exactly the same posture as last time, for three days in a row, every day was the same Time, but, just the morning before yesterday, I found out in the newspaper that he accidentally fell into the water and drowned, and he had been dead for two days."

"You know that is simply impossible. I have been paying attention to him for the past few days. I saw him looking in the mirror in the bathroom that day. How could he die?"

Jim Horston said, as if thinking of something horrible, he couldn't help shaking, "Do you know what I saw yesterday? When I went to the bar yesterday, I saw him in the toilet again!"

"Isn't he dead?"

When Watson heard this, he couldn't help but said.

"Yeah, he should be dead," Jim Horston said with a look of horror, "I looked at the name on it, and it was indeed his name... Shouldn't he have drowned a long time ago? How did you show up at the bar?"

"It's a good trick," Sherlock's eyes suddenly lit up, "Using two people to cover his route, what is the purpose?"

"What, two people used to hide his route?" Watson asked Sherlock inexplicably.

"Didn't you figure it out," Sherlock explained, "The people he saw should actually be two different people, maybe twins, maybe deliberately dressed alike, but, for some reason, the two of them A person dies, but a certain activity of theirs cannot be stopped because of that person's 'accidental death', but they have taken a risk."

"You mean they're hiding something?"

Seeing this, William asked.

"Yes," said Sherlock, "it should be a very important thing."

With that said, Sherlock shifted his gaze to Jim Horston and said, "What's the name of that bar?"

"Ah?" Jim Horston froze for a moment, then subconsciously said, "Black Hell."

After getting the answer, Sherlock got up and picked up the coat directly as if going out.

"You think there's something wrong with that bar?"

William said, picked up his coat, and prepared to go with Sherlock.

"Hey, are you going to that bar?"

Seeing this, Jim Horston immediately said, "That's gay. Straight men are not welcome to enter. If you want to enter, you must either prove that you are also gay, or have an acquaintance take you in."

"Is that so?"

Sherlock nodded knowingly, "I think we can go in."

"But……"

Jim Horston shook his head and said with a look of horror, "I don't want to go there anymore."

"We don't need you to lead," Sherlock said indifferently.

"Then..." How are you going?

Before Jim Horston finished asking, Sherlock suddenly pulled William who was wearing a scarf, and kissed him lightly on the lips, "We are lovers, so we don't need you."

As Sherlock said, he pulled William, who was stunned, out.

When William came back to his senses, they were already on Baker Street, and their hands were still holding each other.

"Sherlock..."

William's face flushed, and Sherlock's kiss, like a superficial touch, was like a slow motion in his heart, slowly playing frame by frame, and William couldn't help but get excited.

"Send Watson a text message."

Sherlock interrupted William and said, "Tell him to follow that man."

"Huh?" Seeing this, William threw aside his messy thoughts just now, and asked suspiciously, "Why, did that person lie?"

"No, he didn't lie, it's because he didn't lie that he couldn't live."

As Sherlock spoke, a series of taxis were summoned.

When the two got into the taxi, Sherlock didn't reveal the name of the bar, but instead gave the address of the nearby shopping mall.

"Sherlock, why don't we go now?"

William asked suspiciously.

"We need to do some preparation."

Sherlock said, as if he had finally realized that he was holding William's hand, he raised their hands that were holding each other, and said with a blank expression, "It's really awkward, but it's bearable."

"..."