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"[Sherlock] Becoming a Father" Tea Caddy

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The brain hole of this article originated from the story of three young people who said that the comics on their website had come true at the beginning of 201.

I added a little bit of my own imagination, so it became like this~

Pierce: Another source of inspiration for this article is "The French Lieutenant's Woman", but I feel that the original intention of the writer was collapsed by me... _(:з」∠)_

This short article, 5W words, has been completed, updated daily, rest assured to jump into the pit~

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Content tags: British and American dramas made in heaven and heaven's favored son suspense reasoning

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委托最新更新:2014-08-0112:16:24

It's a pretty normal day.

John woke up at seven o'clock in the morning. He had a very interesting dream.

In the dream, he was standing in front of a big tree full of precious stones. He was very curious about the tree, so he went under the tree and tried to climb up.The gemstones on the tree were very beautiful, and each one was unique. He subconsciously reached out and took off a blue-green gemstone—he thought that the color was the most beautiful—with the melodious song of birds ringing in his ears, John was delighted.The tree was very tall, and John had never been able to climb to the top of the tree, but he didn't feel tired at all, but experienced unparalleled happiness from it...

So when John was woken up by his own biological clock, he couldn't even distinguish between dreams and reality for a while.

But John reacted quickly. He covered his eyes with the back of his hand, recalled the wonderful dream for a few seconds, sat up, and started a new day.

At 07:30, John appeared on time in the living room of 221B Baker Street.

The breakfast prepared by Mrs. Hudson has been placed on the table in the dining room, while John's extremely smart roommate is lying on the sofa in the living room like a corpse, even breathing very slowly.

"John," a cold voice sounded, and the "corpse" spoke, "did you have a good dream?"

"Huh?" John picked up the bread on his plate and took a big bite, then walked towards the sofa in the living room with two plates, "What did you just say?"

"I said—" Sherlock, who was wearing a red nightgown, jumped up from the sofa, glanced at John blankly, and walked around the single sofa John was sitting on, "Your You seem to be in a good mood, so something good is about to happen or is about to happen. Since you are with me all day today, I really don’t know what is worth making you so happy, so it’s a good thing to make you feel happy It happened last night; you didn’t have obvious pleasure before going to bed last night, which means that this happened while you were sleeping. Since you haven’t been in an affair with a woman recently, it’s impossible because the woman agreed What makes you happy, so your good things should have nothing to do with women; and you don’t have dark bags under your eyes, which means you slept well last night. So obviously, your happy mood has something to do with what you do when you sleep—— You had a good dream," Sherlock paused, and stood right in front of John, "Is there something wrong?"

"No," John asked vaguely, stuffing the last bite of the slice of bread into his mouth, "but when did you start analyzing such nonsense?"

Sherlock was like a firecracker that was lit, it exploded, and he threw himself on the sofa with a broken face, screaming in a low voice, "Because I'm so bored now! All the criminals in London are going on vacation Did it?! Which little lover did Moriarty go on a date with?! Why did they all disappear without a hair left?!"

"Don't worry," John said, sweeping the remaining bacon and fried eggs on his plate into his mouth, "It will be eight o'clock in twenty minutes, and someone will come to you by then, and you will be able to found an interesting case."

"You've been saying this for five days in a row."

"Well, today is indeed Friday." John reluctantly pushed another breakfast in front of Sherlock, and began a completely predictable tragic persuasion, "Sherlock, I ate your breakfast."

Sherlock sneered, apparently not intending to be obedient.

But John wasn't discouraged either.

In fact, he didn't intend to make Sherlock obedient with a single sentence at all, he just wanted to find an opportunity to bring up this topic-after a week of persuasion experience, John has omitted all reasons, and directly threatened: "If you don't eat, I won't accompany you to receive the client for a while."

Sherlock was silent for two seconds, then sat up abruptly again, staring at John with a very ugly face.

John didn't react at all, and calmly sent the slice of bread to Sherlock's mouth.

This trick was figured out by John two days ago.Sherlock's not eating at this time is like a child who didn't get the toy he wanted to buy. As long as you take away another big toy he likes, he will weigh the gains and losses, and then he has to give in.

John felt that since living with Sherlock, he had become more and more experienced in parenting.

……

After finally feeding Sherlock breakfast, the time has slipped to eight o'clock.

Both John and Sherlock changed out of their nightgowns and sat on chairs waiting for the client who came to ask for help.

Today's luck seems to be particularly good. The first few clients are all women in their twenties to thirties—and they are all very beautiful—John is very interested in recording the information of these women and what they want The delegated event.

But Sherlock didn't seem to be interested at all. He listened impatiently to the orders of these young ladies, his fingers kept moving, obviously very irritable.

When the fourth beautiful woman was rejected by Sherlock and left 221B, Sherlock finally couldn't stand John's eyes chasing him.

"The first woman had three lovers in total, the second woman had a miscarriage, the third woman married twice, and the fourth woman is interested in you, if you don't mind she is three years older than you and already has If you have a husband, you can try dating."

"What?" John was obviously stunned for a moment, looking down at the record he made, "but she said that she is 30 years old this year and is currently single."

"Humph."

Sherlock snorted inexplicably, apparently pitying John's low IQ.

"...Okay, stop talking." John rubbed his forehead, "I know you're right..."

Sherlock stood up from his seat and kept walking up and down the room, "When is the next one coming up?"

"I don't know," John looked at his watch, "Sherlock, it's only been two hours since today, there will always be a case that suits your taste."

"Hmph, do you mean Moriarty?"

"No," John put his hand on his cheek, looked at Sherlock, frowning slightly, "You seem to miss him?"

Sherlock paused, turned to look at John, twitched the corner of his mouth, raised his eyebrows and said, "When I'm bored, yes."

John frowned, and just about to say something, he heard footsteps on the stairs.

The footsteps were very noisy, it seems that the client is not one.

John adjusted his sitting posture, while Sherlock simply stood beside the chair, not going to sit down.

A few seconds later, three big boys came to the open door.

They didn't look very old, about 25 or [-] years old, and they were all a little embarrassed, only daring to glance at Sherlock from time to time.

"Sit down, please," John said softly, smiling at the boy in the middle, "what's your name?"

"Tom Kingston."

"Hello, Tom." John wrote down the name in his notebook and asked gently, "Did something happen to you?"

"Oh, yes." Since there was only one chair, the short-sleeved boy in the middle sat down, "We... encountered a very strange thing."

"Omit your adjectives, and describe the course of events directly." Sherlock walked back and forth in front of the three of them with his hands behind his back, obviously having heard enough of the sterile conversation between John and the boy, "Don't add any subjective rendering."

"Uh," the boy had just relaxed a little bit because of John, and then started to feel awkward again, "Well, we started a website to decipher the real meaning of comic books, because people always don't pay attention to the theme... ...but all comic books suddenly come true!"

"Oh?" Sherlock paused slightly, with an interested expression on his face, "Say it clearly."

"Uh... In fact, it's not the comics we interpreted, but the comics we created." Tom looked at Sherlock with a flattered look, and said, "After this website has been open for a while, We read all the comics we like, and at this time our website has a certain readership, so we thought... can we create comics ourselves? Then we really started to create comics, we found I hired a woman who has been following our website to help us write scripts—because her imagination is really good, and she has been helping us think about the true meaning of comics before, she always has some wonderful ideas, it's just..."

"Speak the key."

"Uh..." The boy was interrupted by Sherlock again, a little disgruntled, "