[sherlock] It's mine, don't move!

Sherlock was pulling a thick rope, and on the other end of the rope was tied a model of his own size, wearing his usual black woolen trench coat and blue scarf, while Moriarty sat comfortably Wall, with a happy expression, quietly watching this comedy directed and acted by Sherlock, the only consulting detective in the world.

"Stand still, John, that's all. This call is my last word, and everyone has a day, right?"

"But you haven't arrived yet!" John's desperate voice came from the phone.

"Farewell, John."

"Do not!!!"

"Oh!" Moriarty let go of Sherlock's hand, making a happier voice.Listening to John's grief-stricken cries downstairs, it's so pleasant!

The two people who looked at each other and smiled, gradually approached with Mo Ming's gravity, and then kissed each other naturally. Countless pink bubbles were unknowingly distributed on the roof of the entire Barts Hospital, forming a pattern with John below. There are two distinct worlds.

——The above is the fantasy theater of Laura, a small fan of the Empty Coffin Club.

"Are you crazy?!" John and Sherlock said tacitly.

"I'm not crazy, dear Mr. Holmes, you see, my reasoning just now is indeed well-founded. You and Moriarty were alone on the roof of the Barts Hospital at that time. These things really didn't happen. Is it?" Laura opened her eyes with two big black circles, and she couldn't wait to hope that Sherlock could give her such a wonderful reasoning with an admiration mark.

"We didn't just guess it out of thin air: first, Moriarty calls himself a 'consulting criminal', which is a natural match for your self-proclaimed 'consulting detective'; second, Moriarty sees you as his life The only rival, all the cases he designed two years ago can have something to do with you; third, he did not hesitate to threaten you with the people around you, just to make you fight him, and finally in the Barts Hospital The upstairs even committed suicide by drinking a bullet in order to force you to commit suicide. From the above, don’t you think that Moriarty might have a soft spot for you, because he was jealous that Dr. Is it something sensible?"

"So, we all feel that the hidden real situation between you and Moriarty is the love-hate entanglement between the love triangle, love and kill each other, and in the end you still care about Dr. Watson and don't want to be with him, so he Because of this, you drank a bullet and committed suicide in distraught. From then on, stimulated by Moriarty's life and death, you finally concealed your name and left the UK temporarily. It was not until two years later that you finally let go of the grief that you resolutely Naturally, I returned to the UK and reunited with Dr. Watson."

"..."

"..."

Sherlock and John regretted that they didn't follow Inspector Lestrade's advice. Anderson's club definitely had the wrong name. It should be renamed: Creative Fantasy Club.

"What? Are you kidding?!" Before Sherlock could speak, Anderson couldn't help but interrupted first. At this moment, he felt that he had a deep understanding of Lestrade's speculation about him in the past two years The patience of the formal discussion.

"What's wrong with this? I think my guessing and reasoning are well-organized, and it is similar to the development of the facts." Laura quit, which was the result of more than a month of gathering evidence and discussing with the group of them. Conclusion, the slightly modified script, why was it rejected by Anderson and the others with a single sentence!It's not fair! !

"Laura, we are deducing the facts of the case, not relying on wild guesses like yours."

"Aren't we also guessing based on facts?"

"I founded the 'Empty Spirit Pivot' to bring together like-minded people to discuss and study the evidence that Sherlock is still alive. I firmly believe in this. Facts have proved that my idea is correct." Ender read He glanced at Sherlock who was sitting on the sofa alive, then turned his head and waved his hands at the members of the 'Empty Coffin', "I have already said that your guess is wrong, how could Sherlock take the initiative to kiss Moriah? Where's Tee?!"

"It's hard to say. According to the description in your own script, Mr. Holmes gave that beautiful lady forensic a hot kiss." Laura curled her lips.

"You not only kissed Moriarty, but also Jasmine?!!!" John growled and asked.

"Uh...it's just Anderson and Laura's wild guess." Sherlock secretly simulated the scene of him kissing Moriarty in his mind, and then his face froze and his whole body trembled. It was really terrifying!As for Jasmine Amber, let's forget it, the two of them are standard falling flowers, feelings, flowing waters and unintentional, and Sherlock will not easily break the balance between them unless it is absolutely necessary.

"Okay, you guys go back quickly, we still have business to talk about." Anderson, who was clearly having a headache from the chaotic scene, started to drive people away.

"Can't we listen in?" The little fans all looked at their idol with big innocent eyes.

"Not quite right."

"Mr. Holmes, you take a photo with us, and then can you record your conversation for us? Everyone admires you very much, and hopes to see your glorious appearance all the time, so that we can learn from you."

"Okay." Between leaving this group of little fans who were afraid of chaos in the world and taking a photo of them to make things easy, the big detective obviously chose the latter.

As a result, after Sherlock, Watson, and Anderson were all dragged into a group of people to take a group photo, those people reluctantly left here step by step and turned around three times, leaving space for the allegedly Three people to talk about 'down to business'.

Although he was not very happy, but for the sake of peace in the future, Anderson still found a rack-mounted high-definition camera under the desk, assembled it and placed it directly opposite the sofa where Sherlock was sitting.

"Do we have to do this? It looks silly." Sherlock stared at the camera for a while, his handsome brows furrowed, and he looked dissatisfied at Anderson, who was still focusing.

Damn it, why did he sit here obediently to record, he doesn't like to be on camera.

"If I don't, I'll be bored to death by them in the future."

"It's you who died and not me, what does it have to do with me?" The life and death of anyone except John is not within Sherlock's consideration.

"Sherlock, please help me."

"I do not."

"John, if you don't want to receive all kinds of weird scripts about the love between you, Sherlock and Moriarty, the love between people and ghosts, etc...."

"Sherlock, you can help Anderson just once." John said decisively after careful consideration.

"Humph"

So, the camera was in place, and the two audience members were listening in. The protagonist Sherlock Holmes awkwardly started his secret speech.

"Everything is going on according to my script, in my No.13 script."

"Script?" Hearing Sherlock's words, Anderson curiously stopped the paper and pen for taking notes.

"This is a seamless show, directed by me." Sherlock glanced at Anderson calmly, clasped his hands on his crossed legs, and then continued to look at the camera awkwardly.

"First, I called John and told him to stand where I had planned for him so that his view would be blocked by the ambulance station, and I jumped off the roof of Barts Hospital in front of him. , I jumped into the large airbag laid out below with great precision, and speed was everything at that time, and the large airbag had to be evacuated before John bypassed the ambulance station and reached the landing site." Sherlock glanced at him and sat beside him and silently tightened his John with double lips paused for a moment before continuing to explain: "However, we must show John my dead body. At this moment, it is time for Jasmine to act. It is as precise as the minutes and seconds of a clock. When we were on the road, our cyclist took the opportunity to accurately knock John unconscious, and then I used this time to quickly exchange with the fake corpse, and then painted some real bloodstains and other things to get it done."

"At that time, you had no pulse." John bit his lip and retorted.

"No no no, I just clamped a squash tennis ball under my armpit during the last step, and used the pressure to temporarily stop my pulse, so when you rushed to test my wrist, it didn't beat. "

"Everything is running perfectly according to the script, it's perfect."

"Jasmine? Does Jasmine Amber also know the truth?"

"Of course. Do you remember the little girl that Moriarty hijacked two years ago? He was afraid because the hijacker looked almost exactly like me. I deduced that Moriarty must have found someone very similar to me in order to frame me. No matter what, Moriarty will definitely kill him after using that person, which means that there must be a corpse that looks exactly like me in a morgue, and Jasmine found Edited the record for the corpse, and put one of my trench coats on him, you know, I have many such coats..." Sherlock glanced down at the gray woolen trench coat he was wearing, which was once located in 221B There are no less than 50 such trench coats in his bedroom closet.

"Very good, very clever."

"What about the sniper who aimed at John and the others?"

"Those were taken long before the crime happened. Mycroft had a plan, and someone would make him change his mind."

"And what about your homeless people?"

"As I said in the morning, the whole street was sealed off and filled with my wandering informants, and it was a perfect ending to a play. Beautifully done, Don't you think?" Sherlock seemed satisfied with his script, and he'd said 'perfect' a few times in a row, which was rather rare.

"Uh……"

"what?"

"I have to say that your script is wonderfully written and performed perfectly, but..."

"But what?"

"However, I still feel a little disappointed. If I were to act, I should be able to perform more perfectly." Anderson touched his chin and sighed with regret.

"Oh come on! Humans always like to be picky, don't they?" Sherlock raised his head and laughed at Anderson's words. As for this former forensic doctor's IQ who can only rampage like a wild wild boar, he can still be counted on to complete it. What high-level scripted performances?What a joke!

"Okay, everyone is gone, we should talk about business now. I am not here to hear some unfounded fabricated stories, Anderson. For the case just now, I have to say that Anderson, your behavior is really a bit too stupid Already." Sherlock crossed his legs, leaned on the sofa, and looked lightly at Anderson, who was sitting across from him and looked up instantly after hearing his words.

"I didn't think so much at the time, I just wanted to find evidence that you were still alive, so..."

"That's why you organized your empty coffin to create all kinds of fake scenes in various places." John looked at the man sitting on the sofa with his head down and his hands upright with an incredulous look, as if he had done something wrong and was found pitiful by an adult. Looks like Anderson.

"sorry."

"You want to say sorry to me, because of all these useless cases you have created, not only have the police in Scotland Yard been overwhelmed, but you have delayed the case of the terrorist attack in London that I am investigating, which is involved. The lives of thousands of innocent people in London, do you know?" His tone became a little harsh at the end.

"I... know I'm wrong, can't I? I... I... It's all for you." Anderson, who was trained to curl up in the corner of the sofa like a partridge, said aggrievedly.

"What!" Now it was John's turn to be restless, he stood up and stared at Anderson condescendingly, "You said that everything you did was for Sherlock?"

"Yes... yes." Why did John look scarier than Sherlock just now?This is his illusion, right? !

"Anderson! Sherlock is my fiancé, you'd better stay away from him with me, you are not allowed to spy on him, do you hear me?" John grabbed Anderson's collar and easily picked him up like a chick with a ferocious look warning.The love rivals Moriarty and Jasmine who appeared out of nowhere now want to add Anderson, a former forensic doctor?Enough is enough!

"What? I didn't like Sherlock! You misunderstood!!" Even if he had ten guts, he wouldn't dare to like Sherlock!It's fine if he's not his favorite dish, and John thinks everyone can afford the big detective like him? ! !

"Then what do you mean?" John squinted.

"I just want to find evidence that he is still alive, and the person I like is Police Officer Donovan, I have someone I like! I don't have any unreasonable thoughts about Sherlock, only guilt. "Anderson almost raised his fingers and swore to the sky to prove his innocence to John. He was really wronged!

"Really?"

"I swear to God!"

"I didn't expect you to still be dating that woman? I remember you had an affair with her two years ago, right? The reality is cruel." Sherlock said coolly, not forgetting to add insult to injury.

"What an affair! It's so ugly to say, it's your love and my wish! Besides, I'm already divorced, and we've been dating for more than a year."

"Didn't you still have an affair more than a year ago?" Sherlock's mouth never knew what it meant to be forgiving and forgiving.He had a long-standing grudge with Officer Donovan, don't expect him to like that annoying woman, if he doesn't get in the way, he has a conscience.

"Sherlock Holmes!"

"Okay, let's end today's visit here. If you make these messy things again in the future, I will tell Inspector Lestrade that you have done all these things recently. Mr. Inspector, who has no time to go home for more than a month, will be happy to clean up the culprit you, right?"

"!!!"

"Don't have any wrong thoughts about my Sherlock in the future, otherwise, I will ask Inspector Lestrade to deal with you properly!" John added a heavy blow at the back.

"You two!!!"

Watching the door being closed with a bang, Anderson stood alone by the sofa in the dust and resentment. Like epilepsy.

"Sherlock, is what you told Anderson and his little fan club just now true?" John in the taxi looked at Sherlock suspiciously. The big detective had told him thirteen script explanations. The reason for the suspended animation?Damn it, aren't they all fooling him? !

"Guess? Maybe there is another No.14 script."

"Sherlock Holmes!"

"John, I didn't cross any boundaries with Jasmine, like I once gave her a hot kiss or something."

"Jasmine? Yes, speaking of Jasmine Amber, the female forensic doctor who adores you, shouldn't you tell me the truth?"

"Oh John..."

Thus, John's thoughts were successfully turned by a certain detective, and he was willingly turned, so the conclusion is - if John can counterattack, it can only mean that Sherlock's brain system is down.

In the end, after a lot of tossing, although John regretted that they still failed to go shopping in the end, John still pulled Sherlock who was sitting cross-legged on the single sofa and thinking about the terrorist attack that night, The two huddled together on a red single sofa, turned on Sherlock's laptop and unceremoniously placed orders for all the things they needed in the shopping list.While John is satisfied with the speed and convenience of online shopping, only God knows whether McCoff will feel "distressed" afterwards because of the "small expense" of their fiancé.