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

"John, I was approached by a tube driver to investigate an exciting new case, Lord Moran, the number one 'rat' I've booked on the wall, who departed from Westminster station and arrived at St James's Park, the final station. There was no one in the carriage when he was standing, and no one got off the station in the video, he just disappeared out of thin air." Sherlock reversed his annoyance and depression before going out, and when he came back he looked happy, even hugging The voices that followed John were brimming with excitement.

"Did he stop halfway?" John patted his hand and asked curiously as he obediently allowed the man to pick him up and spin him around in a childish manner.

"No, no, no, I checked Hillcott's computer video, and there is no intermediate station between these two stations."

"The possibility of jumping off the bus?"

"It's impossible. The subway trains are equipped with safety devices. It is impossible to jump off the train without the driver's manual control. Ah, by the way, the driver hasn't gone to work since that weird incident."

"It was bought." John said with certainty.

"It must be. He charged a lot of money before, and then he said that he disappeared in the UK on vacation. I think, I will definitely find him. As long as I find this driver, I can get rid of the mysterious passenger and disappear in the subway. There is a lot of fog!" Sherlock held John's cheek and kissed loudly, put John back on the ground firmly, turned around and ran up to the study on the second floor to check things. As the great detective disappeared before his eyes like a whirlwind, John stretched out his hand weakly to wipe the drool on his face, this Sherlock...

"Sherlock, I'm going out for a while." John glanced at the exquisite wall calendar placed on the cabinet, and the numbers circled in red on it indicated that today was his turn for psychological consultation every Monday.There is a line of small red letters next to the number reminding that today is Guy Fawkes Day in the UK. This is a traditional British holiday. It is a celebration held to celebrate the failure of conspiracy organization member Guy Fawkes’ plan to blow up the British Parliament. John In the past few days, I heard from the neighbors that a grand bonfire and fireworks will be held in the square in front of Jacob's Church to celebrate.

The study door extending upward on the wooden brown stairs 'swish' a head with fluffy curly hair hanging out quickly, Sherlock pulled the door panel with both hands and asked, "Where are you going?"

"To Mrs. Howard."

"Oh, go early and come back early! By the way, I need a map of the London subway, old and new, remember to bring it back for me." Sherlock tilted his head and thought for a while, and then closed the door with a 'thump' to continue He went to retreat to study his terrorist network attack case.

"Okay..." John thought silently, he really shouldn't have any hope for Sherlock's EQ, how could this person be considerate enough to put down the case and choose to accompany him to see a psychiatrist?Well, he just didn't want this person to accompany him, and John felt that he didn't want Sherlock to contact his psychiatrist at all, and God knew what clues the detective with amazing observation skills would detect.

It is ironic that this seemingly worthwhile festival almost cost John his life when he went out.

"In the face of reality, any form of comedy is a kind of cold humor." When John shook his head and realized his current situation after regaining consciousness, such an inexplicable sentence suddenly appeared in his mind.

The last memory in his mind is still that he was fainted by two strangers pricking the back of his neck with needles just after stepping out of the gate of 221B.

All kinds of huge logs and rags are piled up everywhere you look, and you can vaguely see through the firelight a scarecrow in traditional English dress standing directly above him, vaguely You can also hear all kinds of loud cheers from the crowd outside, which is like a scene celebrating a traditional festival.

A scene celebrating a traditional festival? ! ——John suddenly remembered that before he went out today, he noticed the little red letter next to the number on today's wall calendar. Today in November is Guy Fawkes Day, and there is a bonfire celebration! !

So, now he was buried under the wood pile and was about to be burned alive? ! !

"Sherlock... help..."

His forehead was scratched by a wooden thorn because of struggling, blood dripped down, John opened his mouth and screamed silently, unable to speak and unable to ask for help, he could only watch helplessly as the celebrating crowd outside got ready. light a bonfire,

"Sherlock...Sherlock..." subconsciously murmured Sherlock's name, at this moment, John felt not only absurd but also unwilling.

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221B Baker Street

In the living room of 221B, the walls covered with dark patterned wallpaper are now covered with various photos and small notes. The magazines and books that were piled up on the desktop have been placed neatly on the newly purchased bookshelves. The living room A few new pieces of furniture have been added, and everything else remains the same, but it feels a little more warm inexplicably.

Shortly after John went out to consult a psychologist today, 221B welcomed a sudden visitor, but the purpose was not to inquire about the case.

"Sherlock, are you free later? Let's go have a meal together? I have something to tell you." Jasmine, who was sitting on the red single sofa in the living room of 221B, looked up with an embarrassed expression on her face. The young detective with his legs crossed was concentrating on tapping away at his laptop while bowing his head.

"Sherlock?" Jasmine bit her lips subconsciously, this was her expression every time she was nervous.

"?" Sherlock recovered from the screen, looked at Jasmine sitting across from him with an inexplicable face, and asked innocently: "Oh Jasmine, what did you just say to me? I'm sorry I was too focused and didn't hear clearly. "

"...uh, Sherlock, I mean..."

"say what?"

"Jasmine, you haven't been here for a long time, why are you free to find Sherlock today?" Just as the beautiful female forensic doctor mustered up the courage to speak again, the landlady, Mrs. Hudson, suddenly pushed the door open and entered. In his hand was a small brown wooden tray containing exquisite tea sets and snacks.

Mrs. Hudson, who was wearing a purple dress and a beige long shawl today, looked very elegant. She put the tray on the coffee table next to Jasmine, poured a cup of black tea to the girl enthusiastically, and turned her head to look at Sherlock dissatisfied. He said in a teaching tone: "Sherlock, why don't you ask me to help entertain guests? Fortunately, I just saw John go out, otherwise, would you just let the girl sit here alone without a cup of tea?" No?"

"It's okay, I don't need to entertain you." Jasmine quickly waved her hands at the two of them.

"She said it doesn't matter." Sherlock looked up at Mrs. Hudson with a look of indifference, and then quickly lowered his head to stare at the laptop screen.

"Oh, John's not with you, it's too bad."

"John, I mean Dr. Watson...does he...does he live here too?"

Mrs. Hudson looked at Jasmine in surprise, and replied as a matter of course: "Of course, Sherlock has already proposed to John, and of course they should live together."

This news frightened Jasmine to death. She didn't even realize that the teacup in her hand had rolled down to the floor. It took her a long time to react and she mechanically turned her head to look at Sherlock, her eyes were full of waiting for information.

"Yes, we are getting married." Sherlock cast a sideways glance at Mrs. Hudson who was furtively winking at him, turned his head, his eyes flickered slightly, and then blurted out the words.

"You...you...you..."

"bell!"

Sherlock was inexplicably relieved when the incoming message rang. He reached out and quickly picked up the black iPhone placed on the armrest of the sofa. This is a new mobile phone that he and John bought online together. There are two phones in total. It is said that they are couples. Pack.

A second later, Sherlock's heart that had just been let go was immediately lifted again. He immediately stood up from the sofa and jumped off the floor, stuffed the phone into the pocket of his trousers, strode towards the hanger, rolled up a windbreaker jacket, and got ready After going out, he put on his coat and said to the two ladies in the house: "Something happened to John, I need to go out right now. Jasmine, can you talk about your matter after I come back?"

"of course can."

"Sherlock, what happened to John?"

"I don't know, but he is in a very dangerous situation now, I have to save him!" As soon as he finished speaking, the two people in the room could no longer see Sherlock's figure, and there was the sound of "dumping" going down the stairs quickly outside the door And the loud sound of the door being slammed open.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!!!"

"John!!!!"

The bonfire that had just been lit on the square of Jacob's Church was pushed away by Sherlock who arrived at the nick of time with his bare hands. The flames were flying and thick smoke was everywhere, but he didn't seem to feel the pain of being burned by the fire at all. At this time, Sherlock In my heart, there was only John who was buried in the fire.

"Sherlock..." John struggled to open his darkened eyes. He seemed to have heard Sherlock's voice. Could it be his illusion?

"John! Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you!!"

"John!!"

The burning logs were thrown away vigorously, and the crowd watching the celebration outside slowly looked at John, who was dragged out by the detective, with horrified eyes. Everyone didn't understand why a living creature was buried under the good bonfire logs. people?What the hell is going on here?When everyone was in shock, some timid people couldn't help but started to scream.

For ordinary people, no one would not panic at the fact that they almost saw a person burned to death with their own eyes!However, the chaotic crowd did not affect the two people present.

John's face was covered with dried blood, and he was dragged away from the fire by Sherlock's lingering fear in a daze, and was hugged limply in the arms of Sherlock who was terrified. The fluffy curly hair was also accidentally burned, and a handful of detectives can't care about anything. Now he can only hug his lost and recovered partner tightly, tighter and tighter.

"John, John is all right, you are safe, you are safe." Sherlock reached out and pressed John's aorta, and then whispered in John's ear, his tone was unprecedentedly gentle, but he looked up at the fire And the eyes that glanced at the crowd were so cold that people could be frozen into ice slag, and the pale lips were tightly pursed into a line.

No one can know what Sherlock, who exudes an extremely dangerous aura, is thinking at this moment, but all the celebrating crowd present subconsciously, no one dared to muster up the courage to step forward to ask a question, and the scene inevitably fell into extreme silence .

In the chaos, John seemed to have heard the system prompt in his mind, but unfortunately, he was still in shock and fell into Sherlock's arms before he could check it.

The next day, John, who had been examined by a doctor, was ordered to lie in bed and rest. Mrs. Hudson, after experiencing the panic and confusion last night, saw John today except that his forehead was wrapped in white gauze. The peaceful situation finally made her let go of the heart that had been hanging all night, and Jasmine left Baker Street silently when Sherlock kicked in the door with John in his arms.

The Empty Coffin Club, which had already received the news the next day

"The great detective Mr. Sherlock Holmes rode a Harley locomotive to cross the difficulties and dangers of thousands of rivers and mountains, and with an unstoppable momentum, he rescued John from the fire, and completed a heroic love legend of saving the beauty!" This is faithfulness. Sherlock's little fan No. 1, Miss Laura's speech.

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the hero who saves the beauty, really has true love for John!" Mr. Kogaso, the No. 2 little fan who recorded the idol's deeds, scribbled enthusiastically on the notebook with a pen.

"So, this is a drama about Dragon Quest rescuing a beautiful princess?"

"So Sherlock is the hero and John is the princess?"

"John is not a princess, but Prince Teddy."

"The title of the article in this issue of the internal gossip magazine is: Detective Bravely Saves His Loved Ones, Disregarding Their Lives, Really Moves Heaven and Earth!"

"Will it be too long?"

"Shut up and write like this!"

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Full name of the system: Detective Sherlock Love Raiders Game System

Character: Lou Yining is now renamed John H. Watson

Target: Sherlock Holmes

Time: unlimited

Rewards: There are different rewards for successful completion of each stage, and the final reward is to realize a participant's wish

Punishment: Failure in each stage will have different punishments, and the final failure will be obliterated

Progress: 85%

For 'Teddy John' who was being enthusiastically gossiped by fans of 'Empty Coffin', he was still resting on the bed without knowing it, and was ecstatic about the progress data displayed on the system board that had not been touched for a long time in his mind. Even the Yin Fox under the fire last night couldn't affect his current good mood.On the system board exuding blue fluorescence, the red task progress bar has shown 85%, which is a full increase of 5% since entering this world from the beginning. It seems that Sherlock was very touched by his bonfire distress, but Why didn't John think he was?

"John, are you in a better mood?" Sherlock, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and quickly flipping through the map, squinted at John. He thought that after what happened yesterday, John's mood would be terrible.

"Because of you, Sherlock." John looked seriously at the awkward detective who was both investigating the case and worrying about him, so he moved all the documents to the bed to accompany him, and snuggled into this man who was not strong but was extremely reassuring In his arms, a big smile secretly appeared on the corner of his mouth. Although it seems that he is no longer far away from the success of the mission, he still needs to work hard!