Molly, Molly!

Chapter 2 John Calls for Help

However, just as Sherlock was about to step out the door, the phone rang suddenly.

"Hi, this is Sherlock Holmes." I didn't see who was calling, but Sherlock was in a good mood today, so his tone was quite normal.

However, there was no sound from the opposite side for a long time, only the sound of heavy breathing. Sherlock felt a little doubtful, but took the phone slightly away, and saw Watson's name on the phone screen. Could it be that this guy boarded the The girlfriend accidentally touched the phone while on the air bed, and the corner of her mouth twitched. Sherlock was about to hang up the phone, but suddenly other voices came from the other side.

"Long time no see, Sherlock." No matter what the words were, Moriarty was able to say a rippling taste.

Silently glanced at the name on the phone screen again, Sherlock hung up the phone resolutely, put the phone in his pocket, and walked towards the door. As for the expressions of the two people on the other side of the phone, it was beyond his ability to guess. that's it.Anyway, he couldn't understand Watson, and he didn't know Moriarty's unusual way.However, this result was within his expectation.

However, the only thing that is uncertain now is whether Moriarty will use Watson to do something that shouldn't happen.Sherlock wouldn't admit that he cared about his cohabitants!He has no friends and doesn't need such a thing.

Going straight to the restaurant, the restaurant at this moment is completely different from half an hour ago.The Christmas tree that appeared mysteriously from nowhere has decorated every corner of the restaurant with a variety of Christmas-like decorations, and there is a festive atmosphere everywhere.Feeling a little unaccustomed, Sherlock pursed his lips and looked straight at the few people sitting at the dining table.

At this moment, Molly's attention was completely focused on the Christmas dinner, and she didn't share any extra emotions or expressions with others.Her eyes were fixed on the food on the table.She hasn't eaten since she left home. In fact, she is still looking forward to this Christmas dinner. She thought she would be disappointed, but she didn't expect to get her wish.

I'm looking forward to it when I think about it, but these things won't be done in a short time. Presumably, my mother and aunt must have started to plot against her long ago.She curled her lips, she was just dull, but not stupid.

Trying to look away, Molly saw Sherlock standing at the door of the restaurant, still dressed in the usual style, Sherlock seemed to prefer dark clothes.If it weren't for knowing Sherlock's cleanliness, Molly felt that she would have suspected that Sherlock never changed clothes.Watson was different, and often changed his look, which further emphasized Sherlock's dislike of wearing other styles of clothes.

However, even so, Watson's sense of presence is still not as high as the guy in front of him.Suddenly, as if bewitched, Molly began to look at Sherlock's appearance.He has a straight nose, sharp facial features, and deep eyes in light gray. It seems that you will be attracted by the endless secrets in his eyes just by looking at him.His curly hair was disheveled on his head, in stark contrast to his formal dressing style.The only pity is that there is no expression on that handsome face, but if one day Sherlock suddenly becomes smiling and amiable, it will be a terrible change.

That [-]% is the reason why all the criminals sentenced to death escaped from the prison.That way he won't be idle and bored.

However, Molly's attention while distracted made Sherlock feel a little uncomfortable.He raised his eyebrows, but found that the other party didn't respond at all, and Sherlock could only take a few steps forward.

This kind of reaction made Molly quickly understand her abnormality. She suddenly lowered her head and observed the changes of the other three men from the corner of her eyes. After finding that they didn't seem to be aware of what happened here, her heart beat faster. Slight recovery.It's just that the tips of her red ears let Sherlock know that this guy will be embarrassed for a long time again.

Sherlock and Molly, who were just immersed in the world of two people, didn't see it. When their eyes shifted, Locke, Kevin and Mr. Hill exchanged glances.

"Children, dears, it's time to start." Walking out of the kitchen with the last thing, Mrs. Hill's face was full of smiles, and it seemed that Mrs. Hudson and Mrs. Hudson would never end. It had been filled with women's whispers just now.Molly's visit to Mrs. Hudson undoubtedly facilitated in some way the communication between the two sisters, whom they had not seen for a long time.

Hearing her mother's words, Molly's eyes lit up quickly. She seldom concealed her emotions, and even if she wanted to, she seldom succeeded, let alone the current environment that allowed her to relax.The family members and Sherlock who can be regarded as a good friend.Anyway, she has lost face in front of the other party more than once, and she doesn't care about the so-called image anymore.

However, although his eyes kept moving, Sherlock kept Molly appearing in his peripheral vision. Seeing Molly's expression at the moment, he suddenly felt that he also had some appetite, although the recent cases made him lose his appetite. Appetite, but today is an exception.

Sure enough, another exception?

As for how many differences Molly Hill had made in his life, Sherlock no longer wanted to count, because he had a hunch that in the days to come, there would be countless such differences.

Seeing the food in front of her eyes, Molly felt that her hunger was getting worse, but seeing Aunt Hudson was already pouring wine for everyone, she had to stop paying attention to the food.Dark red wine slipped out of the bottle, like blood, but thinner.Molly actually didn't understand how delicious wine was. She always believed that many people would drink while having dinner and socializing because everyone was drinking and it had become a habit.

But one thing she has to admit is that she likes the color of red wine under warm light, like blood that will never freeze, and has a special beauty.

Seeing Molly's expression, Mrs. Hill's mouth twitched. How could she not know what her daughter was thinking?But she'd better not say it on a day like today, lest everyone don't want to drink.She didn't even understand how her daughter could develop such a hobby.

His slender fingers gripped the goblet, making his fingers even paler. Sherlock gripped the glass tightly with a little force. In fact, he doesn't like drinking, because he thinks it will affect his thinking and stimulate his nerves. , this is not a good thing for him who wants to maintain the best thinking state all the time.

He is always ready to meet various challenges, so he must have high demands on himself.But on such a night, Wei Wei moved the wine glass to his own direction, it is not unacceptable to drink a little wine.

"Merry Christmas Eve!" The first person to speak was Mrs. Hudson. As the oldest person here, she was qualified to open the door of holiday greetings.Just after she sent out this sentence of blessing, the atmosphere seemed to be ignited.Blessings flew over the dining table, and even the men of the Hill family, who had always been unhappy with Sherlock, began to bless Sherlock, and Sherlock was a little more human at the moment.

This is the charm of traditional festivals. No matter what kind of ethnic festival it is, it is spent in the blessing and joy of all people.

The sound of wine glasses colliding rang out among the people from time to time, but it was only a third of the goblet's worth of red wine, which had already stained Molly's cheeks with a faint blush.Under the rendering of warm light, this blush looks even more shy.

However, at this moment, Sherlock looked at everyone at the table from time to time, especially Molly who was sitting diagonally across from him.He had already forgotten that somewhere not far away, there was a man named John Watson who called him for help.

It was night, and the heavy snow had stopped silently at some point, leaving only a piece of white snow in the world, and all of this was destined to start to melt when the sun rose the next day. Nothing can last forever.

Sherlock still had the usual expression on his face, but there was a little more warmth in his eyes.Through the gap in the shutters of the window in front of him, the backs of the Hill family can just be seen. The black Mercedes-Benz has already been covered with a thick layer of snow, but there seems to be a kind of flow among the people who are getting on the car that makes the ice and snow feel uncomfortable. Melting warmth.

This kind of warmth can also make him melt.

"Molly is a good girl, isn't she, Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson's tone was less teasing and more serious than before.This made Sherlock a little unreasonably nervous.

"Hey... Watson hasn't come back yet!" It was only the second sentence that made Mrs. Hudson's seriousness just now completely disappear.There was something called gossip on her face, "Oh, what little girl's house is he spending the night at right now!"

Hearing what Mrs. Hudson said, Sherlock had no urge to speak up at all, because he knew that even if he didn't answer, Mrs. Hudson would still be happy in his head.If he really answered, don't take a good rest tonight.He is not John, who has no interest in this kind of silly gossip.

But one thing is worth looking forward to. If Mrs. Hudson knows that John is not at his girlfriend's house, but at a man's house, what kind of reaction should he have?Completely forgetting what he was thinking at the beginning, Sherlock suddenly felt that he had fallen.

Sure enough, alcohol is one thing that does weird things to the brain.

The author has something to say: Let's keep your brains to your heart's content until Mr. Truth appears!