When Pei Donglai dressed as John Watson

Mike led John to a laboratory at the Barts School of Medicine. There was a handsome young man with brown hair and blue eyes in a black slim suit. He looked 26 and seven years old.He wasn't wearing a white coat, and he didn't wear plastic gloves on his hands. John couldn't help frowning when he saw this habit, but he quickly let go.

"Things have changed." John said, after looking around the laboratory, he found that the current experiment has brought a lot of good equipment that was not there before, and it is better than before.

"You didn't think of it." Mike was about to say something, and after the young man looked up at them, he spoke when he lowered his head and continued the experiment.

"Mike, can I borrow your phone? Mine has no signal here."

"Is the landline broken?" Mike glanced at the phone in the corner of the laboratory and asked strangely.Because he had only used this phone two hours ago, there was nothing unusual about it.

"I prefer texting." The handsome young man said, he lowered his head to do the experiment, as if he was too busy to look up at Mike again.

"Sorry, the phone is in my overcoat." Mike apologized half-truthfully, but he was obviously used to this young man's rude behavior.

"Here, use mine." Because Mike said just now that he brought himself to see the co-tenant, and the young man in front of him was obviously the only one in the lab, so John wondered if he was the co-tenant.So, trying to show his friendliness, he found the cell phone his sister Hariri had given him from his coat pocket.

"Oh, thank you." The young man seemed to have finished the experiment. He cleaned up the things on the table, stood up, walked to John, and took the phone over.

And Mike also began to introduce each other to the two strangers. "This is my old friend, John Watson."

The young man opened the flip of the phone, then pressed a set of numbers and started sending text messages. He seemed to ask casually: "Afghanistan or Iraq?"

John and Mike were quiet for a while, and then John realized that the young man seemed to be asking himself, because he was the only one who was obviously involved in one of these two places.So he froze for a moment, and asked in confusion, "What?"

"Which country, Afghanistan or Iraq?" The young man turned his head to look at John. Although John had no martial arts, his eyes were still sharp, and he saw the almost imperceptible smile in the young man's eyes.

This made him very unhappy, because John felt that the young man in front of him looked like a person—Di Renjie.

Di Renjie is just like him, he likes to play tricks and pretend to be mysterious!

"Afghanistan." John glanced at Mike with a slight smile on his face, knowing that it was absolutely impossible for him to tell the other party, so he asked the young man, "Sorry, how did you know?"

After sending the text message, the young man looked at the opened laboratory door and returned the flip phone to John: "Jasmine, the coffee is here, thank you."

The girl named Jasmine is about 23 or [-] years old. John can't see beauty or ugliness, because he is a typical girl with a high nose and dark eyes, which doesn't fit John's aesthetics.

The young man took the coffee from Jasmine's hand, feeling a little strange, "Where's the lipstick?"

Jasmine was a little hesitant and disappointed. "It doesn't work for me."

"Really? I think it's useful." said the young man. "Your mouth is too small without it."

"Okay." The disappointment on Jasmine's face became more obvious, maybe she wasn't expecting this sentence.

The young man returned to his old seat, packed his things, and at the same time asked, "How do you feel about the violin?"

Although John came to this world from Datang thousands of years ago, he has always adapted well and behaved normally.But after meeting this young man who might rent a room with him, he found himself stuck frequently.For example, now, he glanced at the back of Jasmine who opened the door to leave the laboratory after the task of delivering coffee, and Mike who looked at him with a smile, and once again realized that the young man was talking to himself.

John was not very happy. Although he didn't have to dominate the conversation, at least it shouldn't be like this, and he couldn't even control the rhythm of the conversation.

John told himself that with Mike by his side, he should not reveal his true nature and let people notice the abnormality, while pretending to be ignorant, he asked the young man, "I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

"I play the violin when I'm thinking about things, and sometimes I don't talk for a day, do you mind?" The young man turned his head and looked at John seriously: "As a roommate, you should know each other's shortcomings." Then he pursed his lips and smiled.

John felt that this person's shortcomings were definitely more than that.

He didn't ask Mike the stupid thing about you telling him about me, because Mike couldn't have known from the beginning that he would meet him today, and he wouldn't be sure that he would agree to share the rent, but after he agreed to Mike's proposal , I have been by Mike's side all the time, and I haven't seen Mike calling or sending text messages.

So John asked the young man directly: "How did you know about your roommate?"

"Myself." The young man turned around and picked up his black windbreaker, and put it on. "I told Mike this morning how hard it is for a guy like me to find a roommate, and he turned up just after lunch and brought an old friend with him, apparently just served in the Afghan army, so it wasn't hard to guess Are you there?" Finally, he tied a brown and black scarf on himself.

"How do you know about Afghanistan?"

"I found a good place in central London at a price we can afford together." The young man picked up his mobile phone from the table where the trench coat was placed, and stuffed it into the pocket of the black trench coat.He continued to answer irrelevant questions: "Meet there at seven o'clock sharp tomorrow night."

Just when he was standing in front of John, he suddenly remembered something and walked away. "Sorry, I'm so forgetful, I forgot the whip in the morgue."

"Wait!" Although John lived to be 25 years old in his previous life, and his body itself is 29 years old, he can be regarded as a 54-year-old old man, but he always thought that his mind was still very flexible, but now he can't keep up with it. He was on the rhythm, which made him very frustrated.

"What are you waiting for?" The young man stopped opening the door, not knowing why.

"We just met, are we going to look for a house together?" John tried to save his dignity with a picture.

"Is there a problem?" The young man was puzzled.

"We don't know anything about each other, where we're meeting, or even your name." Yes, a name!Just now, Mike introduced himself to this young man, but he didn't introduce this young man to himself, and he didn't even know what to call him.

"I know your military doctor, just repatriated from Afghanistan, you have a brother who cares about you, but you don't want to get his help, you resent him, maybe because of his alcoholism, more likely he just abandoned His wife, I also know that the doctor thinks that you suffer from disability and psychological sequelae, I am afraid this diagnosis is correct." The young man finished speaking without the slightest pause, and he raised his eyebrows confidently: "As a roommate, is this enough?"

Then, he opened the door, and after he had stepped through the door, he turned back suddenly, "My name is Sherlock Holmes, and the address there is 221b Baker Street." He cast John a look, and finally She was willing to say hello to Mike formally: "Good afternoon, goodbye!" and then left the laboratory.

Aside from the fact that John had a sister instead of a brother, and the fact that he didn't give a damn about Halliy's abandonment of Clara, the Sherlock Holmes man was pretty much right.

Oh no, just a little bit more.That is, John's injury has actually healed a long time ago, and now he is just pretending.

John looked at Mike with a broken look, and Mike nodded helplessly, and responded to John: "Yes, he has always been like this."

John took a car and went back to the house Hariri rented for him. After meditating on the bed for a while, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he had finally developed the sense of qi, and there was a trace of internal force circulating in his dantian.

At night, he suddenly remembered that Holmes had sent a text message on his mobile phone. He took it out and searched, and found that the content of the text message read [If brother has a green ladder, arrest him, sh. ]

Now that the Internet is very developed, what you want to find and what you want to know, you can know everything about the world just by searching on the Internet, it is like a clairvoyance and a wind ear, and Pei Donglai's version of John naturally knows this.

John opened his laptop and typed the name of Sherlock Holmes on Google, because he felt that such a person could not be anonymous.

At the very least, he will have his own website or Weibo!

And now John feels that this Sherlock Holmes is not like Di Renjie at all, because he is more annoying than that old fellow Di Renjie to some extent!