first time dad

There were only John and Sarah left in the corridor for a moment, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"Uh...you don't have to mind what Mrs. Hudson said," John thought for a long time before he came up with such a sentence, "she usually likes this...you know, when Sherlock and I first came to She even thought we were a couple when we were together."

"Really?" Sara laughed. "She is a very charming person. I believe she must have been very charming when she was young."

"Yeah," John smiled stiffly, "She... Sherlock said when she was young... er..."

John paused a little stiffly, and the words had already been spoken, and he realized that this was Mrs. Hudson's private matter, and it might not be suitable to say it.

The atmosphere froze again.

"John?" Sara broke the deadlock. She looked at John worriedly, "What happened to you? You are like two people now and in the evening. Are you okay?"

"I..." John took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but the matter of losing Laraji was still stuck in his heart, which made him not know how to say it to Sarah, "I'm fine, we ... go up first?"

"it is good."

Sarah gave John a worried look, but John avoided her gaze and walked upstairs with his head down.

……

Sherlock said how many steps are there in total?John's mind wandered, nineteen?Or 24?Oh my God, this is no stairs... This is clearly the way to hell!

John reached out and pressed his forehead, feeling that he had never been more anxious than now.

Time always flies by when you are worried, and before John realized it, he had already walked up the stairs and stood in front of his and Sherlock's room.

"What's the matter, John?" Sarah asked a little strangely, seeing John standing motionless in front of the door.

"...it's nothing." John took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and then turned on the light to let Sarah in. "Come in, you... er, sit on the sofa for a while, I'm going upstairs to have a look... ..."

The room in 221B was still exactly the same as it was before they left, and John was slightly relieved to see this - he was really afraid that he would see...something bad when he opened the door.

John tidied up the sofa briefly, then turned and walked upstairs to his room.He'd never been so afraid to open the door to his room, but he knew he had to face it...

……

The room was dark, and John turned on the light—the room was empty.

John heaved a sigh of relief. He went into his room and rummaged around, but he still didn't find any clues, so he went downstairs.

Sara was still sitting on the sofa waiting for him. Seeing that he was about to speak when he came down, John took out his mobile phone and gestured to her, and then said very guiltyly, "Oh, sorry, please wait a moment, Sherlock just gave me Send a text message asking me to go to his room to find something, uh... I'll come out right away, you sit down for a while... Didn't I even bring you tea? Oh, sorry, I forgot, you..."

"Oh, don't worry about me," Sara quickly stopped John, "Go help Sherlock find something first, and we can talk about it when you come back."

"...Okay," John ran to Sherlock's room as if fleeing.

Sherlock's room was not closed all year round, so John didn't experience the tangled feeling at the door of his own room at all, and saw the empty room directly.

——Lalage was not sent back.

John couldn't tell whether he was lucky or disappointed. He walked around Sherlock's room again without giving up, but still found nothing.

……

"John? Are you really all right?"

John came out of Sherlock's room with an unnatural expression on his face. Even an ordinary person passing by would not think that he is fine now.

"No, I'm fine now...no, I'm not good, I'm...very bad now." John rubbed his forehead, he really didn't know how to tell Sarah about La Lazhi.

"John? What happened to you?" Sara came over, let John sit down, and comforted her, "If there is anything I can do to help, please let me know."

"...Sarah," John ruthlessly touched his face, looked up into Sarah's eyes, he could even see his own reflection in Sarah's eyes... and asked worriedly, "I... I have something to tell you—" John stopped, and after two or three seconds, he continued, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I hope you... calm down and listen to me."

"What happened?" John's emotions affected Sarah, and her expression became serious and worried, "Is... what happened to Laraji?"

After being caught by Sara's words, John felt a strange feeling, as if he was relieved, and as if he finally heard the news that he had been sentenced to death, "...she was kidnapped."

Sarah's expression became very panicked for a moment, she stood up quickly, picked up her bag and was about to go out.

"Sarah, Sarah!" John quickly stepped forward and grabbed Sarah's arm, "Listen to me..."

"Let go!"

Sara struggled fiercely against John's shackles. She beat John desperately like a mad lioness, wanting to run out quickly.

John could clearly feel Sarah's anger, his face had already been scratched several times by Sarah's nails, but he couldn't let Sarah leave Baker Street now—

Since the other party can think of arresting Lalazhi, then Sarah's safety is also very problematic now!

"Sarah! Sarah! Listen to me!" John made a strong force (he suspected that Sarah's arm was pinched green by him), and finally calmed Sarah down, but looked at Sarah's desperate eyes , John felt that he was in more pain than anything else, "Sherlock has already gone to find Laraji, you believe in us, we will definitely bring Lalaji back!"

"Then why on earth did you let her out of your sight?!" Laraji roared hysterically, "Don't you know you can't let a child out of an adult's sight?!"

John was speechless.

He never raised children, so he really didn't know this.

"Where did Sherlock find it?" Sara was in a bad mood, and she almost wanted to growl, but she knew that growling was useless, "How did Lalazhi get kidnapped?"

"...We went to Pete—the man who thought his wife was cheating—to ask him at his house," John said dryly, "We didn't expect to go so late, and Laraji wanted to follow, so we went I took her there, but she was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes as soon as she got there, so I left her to sleep on the sofa in the living room, and then we went upstairs to ask questions... There was only about ten minutes in between, By the time we got down, Lalage was... gone."

John dared not tell Sarah that Moriarty was the one who took Lalage away. Sarah had read his blog, so she knew very well what a terrible person Moriah was.So John dared not tell Sarah the truth, he was afraid that Sarah would be really scared and out of control.

"Then where did Sherlock go?!" John felt that Sara was going crazy, because he heard a strong hatred from her voice, "Where did he go to find nothing?!"

"No no no," said John hastily, "we found a note in the pocket of my coat—I used mine as a quilt for Lalage—that said, 'This time A child should sleep where she should be'... Sherlock thought that Larage might have been sent back to Baker Street or her own home, so I came back here to see, Sherlock had gone You're home."

"You said he went to my house?!" Sarah's expression became weird for a moment, "How did he get in when I was not at home?!"

"..." John couldn't answer this question, "I... I'll take you to him."

As he said that, John walked towards the door and said as he walked, "Don't worry, Sherlock is the only consulting detective in the world. There is no one he can't find in this world, and he likes Larage very much. It may be that Lalazhi was injured, I just sent him a text message, maybe he has found Lalazhi now, let's go there quickly, maybe..."

John suddenly heard a dull sound coming from behind him, as if something heavy fell to the ground.His heart trembled, and a bad premonition hit his heart. He was about to turn around and look back, but he felt that his head hurt like someone had punched him. The scene in front of him began to blur, but still Before he could figure out what happened, he felt that his body was so weak...

John fell down heavily, but his eyes were still wide open, even though the things in front of him became more and more blurred, he still kept his eyes wide open, trying to see clearly what was behind him...

A figure appeared in John's line of sight.

John moved his neck with all his strength, but he only moved a few centimeters.

The figure of that person was very familiar to him, but at this time his condition was so bad that even if he saw the general outline of that person and felt that person was very familiar, his brain still couldn't let him get it. draw a final conclusion.

In the next second, John finally couldn't hold on any longer, and his eyes widened.