{Fuhua}Stop it Sherlock

After this point, Sherlock handed over Moriarty, who was still absconding, to Mycroft, and quickly ended his affairs there and returned to London.And now, when holding the little doctor in his arms, Sherlock misses the feeling that he can only look back on in memory for two years.

John sighed and let this guy hold him. For two years, if McCoff hadn't been as usual, he would really feel that Sherlock was dead, just like he saw it.

Sherlock turned the pouting little doctor around and pressed his warm lips to his. When John thought Sherlock would not do anything else, Sherlock suddenly sucked the softness in front of him.This is something he has wanted to do for more than two years.

After a while, the lips parted.Sherlock pressed John's forehead. "As an apology?"

"Not enough." John smiled.

"Then, is a wedding enough?"

The author has something to say: too short, don’t shoot

☆、Preparation?

Sherlock Holmes, this unsophisticated freak is getting married? !

When McCoff got the news, his first action was to call out the surveillance camera at Sister John's house, and then told his mother the news.

Mrs Holmes was terrified by her youngest son after two full years of worrying about her son. "Tell me, does Sherl know what to prepare for the wedding?"

Mr. Holmes thought for a while, then closed the newspaper in his hand, "Let's go."

At this time, Sherlock stood in front of John's sister's house with John and Pulis.Listening to the voices coming from inside, Sherlock felt that they came at an inappropriate time, but John was already furious.So, Sherlock, who was still making amends, consciously went up and picked the door lock.

John stepped forward to stop Harriet, who was drunk again, and Sherlock signaled Pulis to take the beaten woman outside, and then sent a text message to William to come over. This apprentice is better at coaxing people than him. You can see it.

"Harry. You said you would quit drinking!" John looked at her. How many times have you failed to stop drinking?

"Jack, are you finally not waiting for that detective?" Harriet was obviously still awake, because Sherlock was standing in the living room.

John put down the wine bottle in Harriet's hand, then put the invitation on the table without saying a word, turned around and went out with Sherlock.

Sherlock looked at Harriet's bottle and decided it would be better not to speak.

Outside the door, Pulis looked puzzled at William who was rushing over at some speed.But still hand over the crying aunt's girlfriend to him.Then he looked at his John daddy, well, it's better not to speak.

And when he saw the iconic old Mr. Holmes' car parked at the gate of 221B, Sherlock became nervous when he saw John's recovered face, and couldn't help laughing, and then was exposed by Pulis beside him.

Sherlock shrugged. It's not that John has never met his parents. Well, in fact, he really can't be expected to understand the world. He knows that the wedding is the result of the accumulation of emotions in the past two years.

After opening the door, Sherlock looked at the empty first floor, and then at Pulis, who had accepted his fate, with a puzzled expression.Pulis, who has grown taller and opened up a bit in the past two years, shook his fingers and warned his father, "Don't be surprised when you get up. Don't talk, or it will be miserable." John was already struggling and took deep breaths to calm down. breathed out.

Sherlock nodded, he seemed to see some traces of slapstick.

On the second floor, Sherlock looked at this scene that was absolutely unimaginable two years ago. Who can tell him what happened here during the two years he was away?

Irene Adler with her arms around Molly Hooper, Mom and Mrs. Hudson talking about something, McCoff's omnipotent secretary interjecting, and Dad, well, he's just reading the paper somewhere else.Sherlock watched the people in the room prepare to return to his bedroom quietly, this scene was a bit unbelievable.

Could the truth, though, make him go back?Of course not.

"Hi, Sherlock, you guys are back." Jasmine's smile was definitely not the innocence of two years ago, it seems that Irene led her into trouble.Irene Adler put her finger to her lips and looked at him provocatively.This play is true and false, hum!

"Sherl, it's been a long time for you to go." Mrs. Holmes stood up. "John, my child, and little Priss, you didn't come to see grandma when you got a vacation."

Pris rubbed his face, John stiffened but seemed fine, and Sherlock felt like he was the only one who couldn't accept reality for a while.

"Mom, what are you doing here?"

"Look at the people in the room, Sherl, obviously, I'm not the only one who doesn't believe you, so let's deduce what we're here for." Mrs. Holmes circled around and finally stopped behind Mr. Holmes who was reading a newspaper, " Of course, your father sent me here."

Sherlock could not prove his credibility, because in fact it was easier to hand over the wedding matters to the women's army, so under Sherlock's compromise John's protest was invalid, led by Mrs. Holmes, Irene Adler, An Siya was established as a wedding planning team assisted by the main force and others.

Pulis, the necessary little guy, is a small handyman in the planning team, but it is undeniable that he is indispensable when mediating differences. Even Mr. Holmes admits that this little guy is not ordinary.

Sherlock gets a text from William until the matter with John's sister has been settled and walks to the kitchen.Turn the little doctor around who is preparing refreshments. "Your sister is already awake, do you want her to come over and help?"

"Unless you put away all the wine, and when did you get into the habit of drinking?" John pushed Sherlock away in front of him.

"How did you see that?" Sherlock blinked, he didn't have this habit, it would make the little doctor go crazy.He has been helping Mycroft to deal with the gang that is about to blow up London these days. Since his serious business is the wedding with John, this matter has been handed over to McCoff and Overseer Lestrade. Virtue.I can't be squeezed by him after I come back by myself. Sherlock has always felt that the things Mycroft entrusted to him can be accepted when he is bored, and it is better to ignore them when he has something to do.Although Mycroft had a lot of opinions on this matter, he agreed to Sherlock's withdrawal because Sherlock gave him his homeless network and was ready to help.

Although he is not the main force, Sherlock cares about London as much as he cares about Scotland Yard, and some necessary things still need to be done.For example, you can expect a politician to be proficient in intelligence and reasoning, but you cannot expect a person who has not been in a laboratory for more than ten years to do a good job in evidence detection.

"You can tell by your expression that I guessed wrong again." John pushed Sherlock who restricted his movement, turned around and continued to beat the egg liquid.

"You want to know what I'm doing?" Sherlock looked at the expressionless little doctor. Who did John learn the routine from in the past few years?

"No," John let out a long breath, and turned around, "I think it's better to keep a little guesswork after you're dead, at least not."

Sherlock kissed the person in front of him. In the past two years, he has come into contact with a lot of people and things, and he gradually understands the influence of true feelings on a person. It is not the use of ignorance or the manipulation of weaknesses. A kind of throbbing that has been avoiding, abandoning reason, the feeling that the hairs are trembling.Sometimes when he couldn't even touch the violin outside, the feeling of missing made him restless, and he even had accidents several times.But when everything breaks through the cage, Sherlock's brain allows him to quickly determine his mind and put it into action.

Sherlock's technique is not good, but the influence of the connection can still take John's breath away, and the sound of the egg liquid waking up the lovers.Sherlock looked at the egg wash on his coat, the corners of his mouth raised, while John frowned, it was so difficult to wash, it needed to be dry-cleaned.

As if he could see what was going on in John's mind, Sherlock knocked on the little doctor's forehead, "Just leave it to Ansiya, she can handle it."

"Almighty secretary." John turned around and took a towel to wipe his hands. "Why would McCoff send Ansiya over?"

"With Lestrade here, Mycroft won't let the third person appear." Sherlock was very puzzled by his brother's actions, but feel free, his own little doctor hasn't figured it out yet.

The author has something to say: Countdown to the end, strive to end within 65 chapters, call for extras, one after tentative marriage, one when Sherlock was young, one for brother and sister-in-law, Mo Niang has less appearances in this article, is there anyone willing to watch Mo Niang?The extra update is uncertain, and there will be a second part when the author gets stuck, that's something for another time.

☆、The quiet life before the wedding

When Mycroft's call came, Sherlock was instructing William to identify all types of medicinal powder, "location." After listening to Mycroft's narration, Sherlock knew that things were about to begin.

"Don't tell John." Sherlock hung up the phone and stopped William who was going to follow. For the first time after Sherlock came back, he was glad that John had found a job that needed to be on duty. At least now he couldn't follow him to take risks.

In the council hall, Mycroft put down the phone, "You are better at this than me." With a self-deprecating smile, McCoff put on a standard smile and prepared to go in.

"Lestrade!" Sherlock stepped onto the abandoned carriage. Obviously, Lestrade was helpless against the bombs on it.

"Sherlock, don't come here, it's all over"

"Bomb, I know." Sherlock moved his hands forward. "Listen, now, don't touch any of the wires. There are many ways to detonate the bomb."

"Mycroft called you here?" Lestrade sat on the floor of the carriage.

Sherlock pried open the floor on the host computer. The circuit was very complicated, but as long as it was this kind of thing, a braking device was usually installed, and it was also to prevent McCoff from being killed together after successfully arresting people.

After the timer above stopped counting, Sherlock let out a sigh of relief. At this time, he was really grateful for the two years of fighting with Moriarty, so that the person who was particularly fond of bombs had given him a lot of knowledge about bombs.

"We need to wait here. Next time, there will definitely be a next time, Mr. Detective, at least let me know when you act." Sherlock rolled his eyes, looking relaxed, but the hand holding the phone in his pocket was already sweating , Just one second before turning off the switch, he sent a text message to Mycroft, and it was time to test his subordinates, to see if those people could catch people before the wireless signal spread to the sensor of the remote control switch.

A beep sounded, and the timer on the bomb started counting down again. "I knew I couldn't hope for Mycroft's men." Sherlock looked at the time on the timer for less than 3 minutes, and began to recall the passages around him, but no matter which one was a dead end, unless they followed the explosion. The airflow flew up.

"What's going on?" Lestrade looked at the jumping scarlet letter, isn't it already closed?

"Remote control switch." Sherlock turned on the GPS on his mobile phone.

"What are you doing?" Lestrade looked at him puzzled.

"John installed the location on my phone, but he didn't know that I turned off the location. Turn it on now, at least, so that John won't be able to find our bodies." Sherlock pointed to the sewer cover in front, "That location, Another 300 meters is the final destination of the explosion, the Capitol. Maybe we can still see McCaw when we are blown out."

Lestrade is already moving the manhole cover, at least he can inform the people above.Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Sherlock stared intently at the jumping scarlet letter in front of him. The phone rang, and it was John.

"Will you call me the next time you say your last words?" The voice came from behind.Sherlock turned around and saw the little doctor who was panting.The corners of the mouth raised.

"Mycroft won't talk too much, who is it?" Sherlock pulled John to his side, and the timer had counted down to [-] seconds.

"Pliss and your good apprentice, speaking of which, the cooperation between the two is really good." John leaned on the people behind him, not worried at all that he was about to be killed by the bomb.

"Don't try bomb disposal?" Sherlock looked at the real bomb disposal expert.The last time John dismantled Moriarty's bomb in seconds left a deep impression on him.

"At least I didn't watch you get killed this time." John raised his head and whispered in Sherlock's ear, "If I can't understand the control of your Sherlock Holmes family through your suspended animation incident, I think this wedding will also No need to prepare."

Sherlock was stunned, and then kissed the smiling lips, not the entanglement of lips and tongues every time they kissed after returning, but the same four lips as before, and the two exchanged breath in their mouths playfully.

The timer stops at the last [-] seconds.

When McCoff brought people over, what he saw was the dismantled Sherlock.Lestrade, who was following behind, rolled his eyes at the two people who used bombs as toys in the subway. How could he think John was more reliable at first.

In view of the fact that the women's army in the wedding preparation team is not a simple person, and even Jasmine was led badly, all Sherlock Holmes under the age of 40 and an apprentice who played tricks on everyone suffered an unprecedented unanimous attack.

Sherlock was going to find a breakthrough point from Jasmine, who has always been the most talkative, but how could the girl Jasmine who was protected by Irene do what Sherlock wanted? An old lady stood behind her, so the two Holmes retreated, and John and Lestrade stepped forward, smiling exactly the same way.

Jasmine ignored the two smiles, and Mrs. Holmes and Mrs. Hudson's eyelids were filled with tears in an instant. Their smiles became more and more rigid, so the wives were defeated.The third-generation Sherlock Holmes and his takeaway apprentice wisely abandoned several adults and stood on the side of the grandparents.Looking at the cunning son and apprentice, Sherlock hugged the little doctor and went to seek comfort.

Even Mycroft's eloquence has never mentioned the mother army with full firepower, especially with the addition of Irene Adler who incited the flames. For the first time, Sherlock felt that when he helped his mother to fight against McCoff A bit out of place, but quickly discarded the idea.

It took three full days for the four of them who put themselves in danger to be liberated, but Mycroft was fine. He didn't go anywhere in the office and was very comfortable. For three days, Sherlock, who had nothing to do, began to miss the time since the base camp was taken away. Moriarty, who disappeared after Moran was shot, said that Moran's body didn't seem to be identified yet, but forget it, don't remind them.This is more fun.

A week later, the doorbell of [-]B rang, and Mrs. Hudson opened the door. There was a woman who looked familiar but had never seen her before.

"Hi, I'm Harriet Watson." Harriet has hair of the same color as John's, and her short hair makes her look heroic. Speaking of which, Harriet is also a beauty.

Mrs. Hudson also knew Watson's sister, "Welcome, but they are not at home at this time, don't you mind going up and waiting? Miss Watson."

"Of course, you can call me Harry, ma'am."

"Harry, it's a good name." Mrs. Hudson took Harriet upstairs.At this time, she was the only one staying behind, and everyone else was outside. Of course, the adults were working, and the old and the young were preparing for the wedding.

Sherlock at the scene examined the body, and Anderson has become much more cooperative after two years, at least because of guilt or various reasons, he stopped talking at the scene, Lestrade swore he saw it from Sherlock's eyes disappointed.

"The corpse is very simple. I personally suggest that you go to Slater. He will tell you why these people can always escape the punishment of the law. Of course, you are more willing to go to McCauf." Sherlock looked at the phone, omitting reasoning the process of.

"Which group?" Lestrade saw Sherlock speak so little at the scene for the first time.

"The gang that you caught five times and replayed five times, if there is a second one." After finishing speaking, Sherlock looked at Anderson regretfully, walked across the cordon and walked to the road to take a taxi.

"What does that look mean?" Anderson was horrified by Sherlock's eyes.

"Trust me, you don't want to know." Lestrade shook his head, then answered the phone resignedly, and the British government's hairy voice came.

The author has something to say: I'm wondering if this book can use a cover before it's officially finished. . . . .

☆、Try dresses

When Sherlock and John came back, John still had an unbelievable expression. Sherlock kindly didn't tell John that he brought him out of the hospital because he told a lot about the privacy of the dean and nurses. Let's ignore such trivial matters. .

"John, Sherlock, you are back." Mrs. Hudson opened the door, and then told John, "Your sister doesn't smell of alcohol, and she has a better temper."

"I never get angry," John said helplessly, "at least I don't shoot." Sherlock, who was so angry that McCoff shot a gun two days ago, rubbed his nose, "Go upstairs."

Mrs. Hudson looked dissatisfied at the detective who destroyed the wall to test the strength of the building, then turned and went to the kitchen.

"John, Sherlock, don't mind if I call you that." Harriet stood up, "We are acquaintances anyway."

John turned his head, Sherlock smiled, "Your Weibo," John rolled his eyes.Then he looked at his sister.

Since the content of the conversation between John and Harriet was not suitable for him to be present, Sherlock quietly went to the laboratory, which is the restaurant.

Sherlock pretended to check the lens of the microscope, but was actually confirming the news with Mycroft. The gang gave Lestrade a headache, but things with a background behind him are more troublesome in this country.

In the end, the result of the discussion between the Holmes brothers was to kick Ebner out and let Slater scoop him up to solve the gang's problems along the way.After all, nobility and power will not provoke a force stronger than them for one subordinate.

As for the relationship between the few of them, the Holmes brothers tacitly adopted a concealed mode from their partners, because it was really troublesome to explain.

When John came in, he saw Sherlock adjusting the lens of the microscope, "Price won this from their school lab assistant, how about it?"

"You should believe the tuition we pay every year." Sherlock blinked, and John pursed his lips. Ever since he knew that Pulis's tuition was funded from Sherlock's personal account, John had been wondering about Sherlock's real income, but this kind of thing Better not to ask.

"Your sister is gone?" Sherlock heard the sound of closing the door, and it seemed that the conversation was not going well.

John shrugged, "She can't change it, and I won't give up. This is the fundamental problem." Sherlock nodded without saying a word. He still understood the little doctor's insistence.For example, when it comes to his smoking cessation, the little doctor still maintains his standard two years ago. There is no shop around that will sell him cigarettes. Does he want to return to his pipe?

When Mrs. Holmes returned with the sleeping Puliss, Sherlock first realized the powerful shopping ability of women, which was calculated based on the vitality ratio of Puliss and adults.

Pulis was carried back to the room by Sherlock. In the living room, Ansia and Mrs. Holmes were sorting out the list. Regarding the proposal of handing over the arrangement of the venue to Irene, although John expressed concern, the Holmes family said it didn't matter, and John agreed. up.

Speaking of the wedding, it was the two parties who were the most calm about the wedding. On the surface, everything seemed to be business as usual.

"Sherl, you and John are going to try on the dresses tomorrow," Mrs. Holmes handed Sherlock the order.

Sherlock took the order, and honestly it was the only thing that reminded him of the fact of the wedding after the wedding date was confirmed, other than the countdown. "OK."

"It seems that I'm going to ask for leave again tomorrow." John smiled, why did he feel that there were so few things that he needed to deal with in this wedding, except for invitations and trying on dresses.

The two prospective newcomers looked at each other, and then came to a conclusion that the preparatory team was too strong.

The next day, Sherlock and John were woken up by Pulis, who jumped onto their bed. God knows how the kid got up so early yesterday when he was so tired that he fell asleep.

"Father! Daddy! Hurry up!" Priss held the two of them down, with his head on John's and his calves on Sherlock's stomach, "Huh? Dad's face is longer than my two hands." John snorted. Then he hugged Pulis to avoid Sherlock's eye knife.

Hearing the laughter of the father and son outside, the corners of Sherlock's mouth rose, and he got up resignedly.

When the clerk in the dress shop saw a family of three with a similarity of 80.00% come in, red hearts almost popped out of his eyes. "Holmes?"

Sherlock nodded, and then saw the clerk let out a cry that definitely did not belong to humans, blinked, and the clerk stood aside with a serious face, hallucination?

"We are all Sherlock Holmes ~ sister, who is your name?" Pulis looked at the shop assistant who was obviously distracted, and reminded him aloud.

"Oh my god, it's so cute," the clerk rubbed his face. "Gentlemen, please come with me. There are seven sets of your dresses. The lady who came over yesterday ordered them."

Sherlock was unflappable. He wasn't some guy who hated changing clothes, but John seemed to be.The corners of the mouth raised irresistibly. "Father is thinking of bad ideas again, Daddy, don't be fooled." Pulis warned aloud, Sherlock knocked on Pulis's forehead, whoever taught this child must be Mycroft.

John looked at Sherlock, who was not pretending to be self-confident, and pursed his lips.

When the photo was taken, the family cooperated very tacitly, allowing the photographer to capture a lot of moments, and finally even hoped that the photo of the two could be used as an advertisement, but Sherlock refused because he didn't like high-profile.The cameraman looked at the private detective who was pretending to be alive, and didn't tell the fact that he had nothing to hide now.

The corner of John's mouth smiled lightly, he was the one who didn't want to, but Sherlock's ability to read words and expressions has improved a lot in the past two years.

Pulis held Big Ben's photo album and flipped through it, while Sherlock and John chatted with Angelo. The family of three who had already missed lunch had to come to old acquaintances for dinner.

Angelo is someone who has always had confidence in Sherlock, and he is very happy to know that Sherlock is not dead. For Angelo, who is bold and not good at expressing, it is enough to prepare lunch better.

"Father, what are you doing in this picture?" Pulis pointed to a picture of himself in front and two adults whispering behind him. Sherlock wanted to say, but was stopped by John because the corner of John's mouth and Sherlock's cheeks were pressed together, and Sherlock put his arms around John's waist, smiling smugly.

"I'll look at the photos when I get home, and eat first." John closed the photo album, thinking about how to divert his attention when he got home.Sherlock leaned over and kissed John's red earlobe, and the little doctor's ears turned red.

Pulis seemed to have discovered something, and smiled exactly the same as when Sherlock discovered the clue.

"Father is molesting daddy! I'm going to tell uncle!"

"Pfft, cough cough!" Both adults choked.

Mycroft Holmes!Sherlock gritted his teeth, be careful that he will never marry the detective!

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☆、Wedding (end of text)

In the church, Sherlock and John, who were wearing similar styles but different color gowns, walked in together. If it wasn't for Irene who was pretending to be a priest in front, the whole scene would be more harmonious.And the regular priest was sitting in the auditorium, looking helplessly at the borrowed coat, and couldn't even say that it was a profane word.

Irene handed a card to each of them, "If I'm right, then you can listen to me, how about it?"

Sherlock looked at the card, sighed, and nodded.John smiled, then nodded.

The two were already prepared to make things difficult for Irene, but they didn't expect that Irene went through all the procedures properly, and even Lestrade and Mycroft who appeared as best man were unbelievable.Putting the custom-made men's ring on each other's hands, Sherlock recalled that the wedding process seemed to be over.

"Now, is there anything you want to say to the other party?" Irene changed the topic, and the wedding that was about to end instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Sherlock approached John "What do you want me to say?"

John sneered, "It's time to say LOVE." No one else could hear the exchange between the two, but only saw Sherlock frown slightly, and then John blocked his mouth, "Just say it, don't spoil the atmosphere."

"I LOVE YOU"

"ILOVE YOU OUTOO"

The regular priest stepped forward. "I pronounce you legally married. Kiss your lover. Young man."

Sherlock kissed the lips in front of him, and John raised his head slightly in response.

"Yeah! Shame!" Priss' funnyness ruined the atmosphere, and then Sherlock hugged him and kissed him on the face. Mr. and Mrs. Holmes took the lead in laughing, and the church was filled with laughter.

The venue of the party was arranged by Irene, and Sherlock was very curious about how Irene would arrange it.But when one stepped in, the laughter in the church seemed to have faded away.

On the wall are large and small pictures of Sherlock and John from the first appearance of their acquaintance to the two-year separation, and then to the rapid combination after their return.Sherlock looked at his disguise and the photos that were obviously taken from a candid angle, and stared back at McCoff.He even took out photos of himself when he was tortured and manic, this surveillance freak.

But looking at the other side, the photos of John from despair to gradual recovery in the past two years correspond to his photos. Looking at the increasingly obvious silence in John's eyes, Sherlock can hardly recognize this little girl who is always smiling warmly. Doctor, John's eyes shouldn't be so dead.

The photos here are all released for the first time. All the people who came to the wedding were amazed and then had tears in their eyes. It was also the first time that Mrs. Holmes saw the photos of Sherlock after he went out. Great, now she's just a mother.

Sherlock looked at the photos of John in the past two years, and his throat felt dry.

Mycroft touched the bridge of his nose that was sore from Lestrade's knock just now, and went to the stage, "Everyone, take your seats, the party has begun."

Sherlock looked at the little doctor with a bad face and asked in a low voice.

"Leave nothing to do with Mycroft next time." John told Sherlock firmly, and in exchange for Sherlock's smiling kiss on his face.

"From now on, you can just take care of me." This is the subtle level of love talk of the unusually loving Holmes and his wife, and Sherlock feels that he has performed well.

In order to prevent the wedding party from turning into a debate between the Holmes brothers, everyone tacitly ignored the part of the best man's speech, and only McCoff personally presented the marriage certificate as a wedding gift.Lestrade and Mrs. Holmes in the audience didn't know what they were talking about.

At this time, an M15 agent brought in a package.Irene glanced at Sherlock, who understood.In fact, he would still be curious if he didn't have any news.

Inside the package is a bottle of oak champagne, the vintage is very good, it seems that Moriarty's strength has recovered very quickly.At least, he should not be in London now, right?After handing over the homeless network to Mycroft, Sherlock, who hadn't paid attention to London's movements for a while, turned to look at his elder brother. Mycroft said that he was definitely not there.

The following guests arrived quite a lot. Yao Sulin and his wife presented wedding cakes and gold and silver objects from China to congratulate the newlyweds. It is said that after identification, they are all ancient relics. Of course, the source is legal.

The arrival of Henry and Dr. Stapleton was unexpected, but Irene's seating arrangement was reasonable.

What Sherlock didn't expect was that John's relatives calmly accepted the fact that John was married to a man, so Pulis and William came in handy, and the reception was left to them.

Outside the door, Sherlock and Mycroft stood in the shadows.

"What's the plan?" Mycroft knew that Sherlock would not grow up immediately because of having a family, but he still had to ask.

"I'm not going to tell you." Sherlock held the red wine in the glass and respected John in the room from a distance, expressing that he was fine here.

"You bastard." Mycroft didn't plan to entangle Sherlock more about this, so as to save himself from worrying in the end.

Three months later, McCoff, who found that the monitoring of 221B was abnormal, rushed to 221B, only the note left by Sherlock and John.

"Two worry-free ones." Mycroft looked at the note in his hand, smiled, and locked the door.

(end of text)

The author has something to say: After watching the three seasons of Shenxia in early July, my mind opened up. Up to now, there are more than 15 words in one summer vacation.Originally, there was a second part in my mind, but I posted three articles at the same time. I have more energy than I have, so dear friends, you can take this as the ending, and there will be extra episodes later, but the time may not be updated every day. Welcome dear friends to watch End ~ what a group.bow~