The Mask of Baker Street

95. Time to cook the rain (End)...

"So, you just came to talk to me?" Suri, who was sitting in the cafe, looked at the military doctor opposite him and an envelope in his hand, and shook his head, "John, I think I have made my attitude very clear Also I have to correct one point about what you said, no, I'm not angry and I'm not angry. He's not wrong, as you said, these paths are our own choice, he never Forced us. And I seriously thought about it for so many months, starting from the implementation of this plan, I just made a decision that was best for us—or at least for me. Yes, I am selfish, but I I can only choose to protect myself - even if I still love him, I will always love him. And in Sherlock's world, even if he loves me, how much can he love?"

"Isn't that the most important thing?" The military doctor asked, "What you said, you love him—"

"Yes, I love him, but it's time I should love myself a little more. I know he'll be fine, he's Sherlock. Holmes, and he's got you, and Mycroft—"

"Stop, Suri, and don't interrupt me, because what I'm about to say is something you won't know. Number one, no he won't be fine, because even though he's Sherlock who treats feelings like shoes, but You're Suri, need I reiterate what you mean to him? He'd never put his life in someone else's hands before he knew what to do next, yes you almost killed him and he totally Don't be afraid of that! Second, you don't know how he stayed up all day and all night trying to rescue you, he even went to Mycroft and you knew the last thing he would do was go Ask Mycroft for help. You don't know he doesn't take cases every day now - 'I'm not interested, John, let them go away.' These are his exact words - lying on the couch with three nicotine patches on every day. You don't know what he might become, what he has become -- because of you."

"Finally, I just want to say a word, Suri, just because someone does not love you the way you want them to, does not mean they don't love you with all they have (if someone who loves you doesn't love you the way you want, it doesn't mean they don't love you with all their heart)."

"That's not what you said, that was Tagore—"

"I said don't plan on me." The stern-faced military doctor looked unstoppable, and even Suri wisely chose not to continue the inappropriate joke. John paused, and pushed the envelope in front of her, "I don't know what it is, but Sherlock said it was a promise from him, I hope this will change your mind."

The brunette seemed to know what was inside, she reached out and opened the envelope - two thin air tickets lay there quietly.In a trance, the surrounding light and shadow seemed to dim suddenly. The man in my memory was sitting in an armchair, and the background was the flickering yellow light and shadow in the fireplace. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, and whispered in her ear: "Iceland is not Is it officially your dream land?"

Suri closed her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes seemed to be trembling in the vortex of memories, her fingertips trembled slightly, and they all closed the envelope the moment they touched it—the sweetest time ever, and the most yearning The promises I made have also become a thing of the past in the bloody and dark reality.

"I'm sorry, John, I don't know." Her hand left the envelope. "I can't."

"Is it because of Moran? Because you found out that you really fell in love with him?"

"No, John, what are you talking about?" The girl's eyes widened. "I'm not in love with him, and I don't—I don't have Stockholm. I just—he died John, he died. I know he's doing everything for revenge, but I also know if he's telling the truth. He took Bastian Moran, he killed a lot of people, and he's going to kill Sherlock, but he—I Remember the look on his face, I know what that means."

"I just—I don't know what the hell is going to keep me going. Sherlcok, what the hell does he—what does he think of me?" The brunette grabbed the bag and stood up hastily, "I'm sorry, I don't want to continue this topic."

The military doctor watched her back as she almost ran away from the door, and tightly grasped the envelope in his hand.

When pushing open the door of 221B, John hesitated for a moment downstairs.He didn't know how to tell Sherlock, even though his cohabitant was once considered the most unemotional person he ever was.He could feel that although he was noncommittal about his going to Suri, there was still some hope in the detective's heart, and this did not require reasoning.

But since such a result was inevitable, the military doctor didn't think he would make it easier for him to stay below for a second longer.Thinking like this, he went upstairs, and the moment he entered the living room, he saw the cohabitant on the opposite sofa stretching out his hand to him: "Give it back to me."

John froze for a moment: "What?"

The detective glanced at him: "A ticket. Suri didn't take it, did he?"

John opened his mouth: "Why do you—"

"Through you, John. If it's good news, you won't even stay down there for half a second." Sherlcok leaned over and snatched the envelope from his hand, and put it in his pocket. "Anyway, we'll try our best." gone."

"Sherlock," the military doctor looked at the back of his roommate standing upright, and stopped him, "Are you okay?"

"Oh, John," Sherlock turned sideways, "don't be stupid, why am I so bad."

I have no idea.The military doctor felt that there was a villain inside him saying, it was just intuition, and the light in your room that was often left on late at night, and you didn't have a case.

Of course, the military doctor controlled this villain, he had enough EQ to judge that it wasn't the answer that his roommate with swollen self-esteem needed right now, not to expose it.And he has always been conniving to him.

The detective did not wait for the answer from the cohabitant, and obviously did not intend to wait for his answer.He put his hands in his coat pockets and walked towards his own room—in an inexplicably haughty posture, but perhaps only he himself knew how tightly the fists in his pockets were clenched.

And the next development made John feel an unexpected and reasonable sigh.When Sherlock popped up two days later, expressing his opinion that there was no hope for London's criminal class since the deaths of Moriaty and Moran, he went on to explain that he felt that he should "go to unexplored territories". When he sincerely invited or asked the military doctor to join his migration plan, John felt that the translation of such a long string of words was actually Sherlock. Holmes felt that he needed to leave here for a while to get back to his original state.Although the military doctor was also surprised that the great detective Sherlock Holmes needed to escape to release those emotions that he never admitted to exist, this is actually a good thing for him, even if this so-called "migration" means slow Uncertain return date.It's just that it wasn't the hardest thing for the medic, the hardest thing was the refusal he was about to say: "I'd love to, Sherlock. You know, I'd love to go anywhere with you, but—not now, I've arranged everything—"

"You're going to propose to Mary tonight." The detective's calm voice seemed to be asking about today's weather.

"Of course you can see it." The military doctor smiled a little shyly, "After so many things, she never thought of leaving me, even though my life was all about you and Suri. I couldn't find a better partner .Of course I can put it off for a while, if you insist—”

"No no no, John, don't do that." Sherlock interrupted his cohabitant, looking very understated, which surprised the military doctor-the detective was never a person who would accept and accommodate others, "Go and propose to her, John, you deserve it. Forget my stupid advice, it's not worth mentioning."

"So, aren't you leaving?" John seemed a little flattered by the answer.

"I've got other plans," the detective said, opening the door behind him. "Oh, I should have passed—congratulations, John, is that so?"

"Anything that pleases you."

And two days later, when the military doctor who returned to Baker Street to send wedding invitations to his cohabitants opened the door of the living room, what he saw was an empty living room and an empty wardrobe. "Alternative plans" doesn't mean that the detective changed his mind and stayed here for his wedding, but this - he left London quietly and alone.

Sherlock went on his journey alone, without telling anyone.Without the entanglement of those factors that had changed him, he seemed to have suddenly transformed back into the original eccentric, doing what he wanted to do without giving anyone an explanation.

The military doctor leaned against the door in silence for a long time, then closed the door gently.

If Sherlock Holmes were to disappear from a man's life, he would leave no trace that could be contacted.That also means if he sees him again one day, it will only be if the detective is willing to come back and see him.

And that means, never knowing when it will be.

A few days later, Suri, who was planning to reopen her office after the dust had settled, got a call from an army doctor, and she was invited to Baker Street without hesitation.

After the detective left, 221B seemed very quiet. Even when the military doctor was there, it seemed that no matter what, a part of the inner vitality had already passed away. Sherlock didn't actually take a lot of things with him, all his instruments and equipment were left behind, but even so, the place was still very empty because of the absence of one person.

When Suri opened the door, the medic was sitting in front of his handbag, and the scene was almost like when Sherlock faked his death more than a year ago, only now they all knew that the man was still alive, somewhere they didn't know.

"I'm just going to get rid of some things that I'll never understand when Sherlock uses my computer." Seeing her come in, John just nodded in greeting, and turned the screen to her, "But the computer When I automatically logged into his mailbox, I found this, there may be nothing in it, but I think it's better for you to come over in person."

That is the draft box interface of the mailbox.This was Sherlock when she was still in Tibet, or it should actually be the mailbox that John used to contact her, and one email was sent from this mailbox every day.At this moment, there was still an unsent email lying on the interface of the draft box, the recipient was her, and the email was encrypted.

"I haven't logged into this mailbox since the day he jumped off the top of Butts Building, and I don't know about its existence, and he never mentioned a word." The military doctor explained in a low voice, "I think since he gave Yours, you should be able to unlock the password."

The password is really not difficult for Suri, but it is just a plain code conversion text symbol used by general commercial banks, and this text symbol is translated as "password".There was no time to complain about Mr. Detective's bad taste in setting passwords, and the deciphered emails were clearly displayed in front of them.

The email is not long, only one sentence——

Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.

(Let this be my last words - I believe in your love)

There was no signature, and the time was the early morning of the day when he jumped.Before it starts together, and before it all ends.

So it's not that he doesn't have words for her, it's just that if everything works out and continues as planned, no one will know because when he returns, he'll get rid of the email.

And if there is any mistake in the middle, he can no longer come back, can no longer live, can no longer be with her, this is his last words to her——

He gave her complete trust, because he believed in her love, from beginning to end.

"If this is not the reason for you to continue—" This is the voice of the military doctor, echoing from far and near behind, but Suri didn't hear what he said next, because she suddenly found that her eyes were blurred .

On New Year's Eve in Vienna, the neon lights hanging everywhere and the melodious noises in the streets make this city known as the "City of Music" and "City of Decoration" seem to be worthy of its name.The clear meandering of the Danube reflects the innocent smiling faces of the children, and the choir in the church sings about the gifts bestowed by God—life and years, officially paving the way for the continuous and exquisite movement in Vienna.The "Goddess of the Danube" is surrounded by sparkling blue waves and surrounded by verdant greenery.The falling snowflakes make this area even more beautiful, like a fairy tale capital.

New Year is a festival full of hope and warmth.

Baroque, Gothic and Romanesque buildings crisscrossed with family laughter almost covered the entire street and the sky, which made the heavy snow seem insignificant.Of course, not everyone is appreciating and joining in such a festive atmosphere. At the moment, in the Danube Park, there is someone sitting alone on a bench. His black coat makes him look very solemn, but he is just sitting, as if he has already sat for a long time.The warmth around him didn't seem to be able to invade his senses, let alone his loneliness like a high wall.The sharp-edged facial features look particularly indifferent and cold in the ice and snow.

But he is not the only scenery in this picture. Behind him, a figure approaching quietly stepping on the snow also has all this in his eyes.That haughty but lonely silhouette was like a needle pricking her nerves.That was the last thing she wanted to see about him, as Molly told her: "He's always happier when you're with Dr.Waston."

It turned out that this was what he looked like when he was alone.

Unknowingly recalling it in my mind, everything about him since we met became very clear.His stubbornness and pride, his vexatiousness, his seriousness and rare tenderness——

And when the reality came back to her eyes, her hand had reached out unconsciously, gently resting on his shoulder.The latter, on the other hand, seemed very vigilant. He sank his shoulders almost as soon as the two touched, and then stretched out his backhand from his shoulders, grabbing her wrist accurately and quickly.

The instant pain made Suri frowned and let out a soft snort, but it was also this muffled snort that made the other party loosen the grip suddenly. Sherlock stood up and turned around in almost a second, his expression of surprise was not hidden at all - seeing her here was obviously something that even the detective hadn't expected.

"Sherlock, this hurts." The brunette girl looked at her wrist, her slightly coquettish tone seemed to return to the time when they were most intimate.

"Suri? How could you—"

"Come to you, of course." The girl said, looking up at him. "It took me three months to finally find your exact trace. Seriously, are you trying to hide from Mycroft?"

"Look, Suri, if I say I can keep you from dealing with those dangerous and ugly things—"

"Oh, Sherlock, let's face it, it's almost impossible." Suri shook her head with a smile, then reached up and straightened the detective's collar, "And then, hear me out. John didn't say anything Wrong, I can't deny the fact that you love me just because you don't love me as I asked - I know it's a fact. As for the danger, we can't stop facing it, just, don't leave me alone again. "

"You have my promise." A warm hand gently held her slender and cool hand.A gentle, almost affectionate kiss lightly landed on her forehead. Suri opened her eyes slightly, his outline and eyebrows were all within easy reach, and all the future she wanted had never been so close at hand.

Snowflakes fell quietly around them, and the twelve o'clock bell struck heavily into the continuous night at this time.

"What are you doing here alone at a time like this?"

"Wait for a not-so-smart thief. But for now, I've decided to let the Austrian police officers who have the same IQ as Scotland Yard do. Seriously, are all criminals in Europe trained by the same institution? "

"It's not their fault at all. However, in return for your two tickets, although I didn't accept it, I still have a gift for you."

"Tickets for the New Year's Concert in the Golden Hall?"

"...This is not a surprise at all!"

"Vienna, New Year, the gift you gave me, the direction we are going now, this simply means-I actually don't know anything, so surprise me now."

"It's not working, Sherlock, you've ruined it. Then, stop doing all the tricks John taught you, they really suck!"

The smiling girl took the arms of the people around her, and walked towards the distance together.This person by her side, the blizzard by her side—these will be things that she will not be able to erase and forget no matter how many years and twists and turns she uses, together with Sherlock. Exciting, never-ending life.

And this is called the future.