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

As winter is approaching in November, the morning temperature in the Basque Park at the junction of Baker Street and Gower Street has already dropped a lot unconsciously, which makes people feel a little colder inexplicably. Two plants are planted along the concrete road. Rows of tall camphor trees, neatly trimmed bushes and flowerbeds between the camphor trees, and wooden benches arranged around the edge of the circular park are covered with wet water marks, and the pond with groups of goldfish opposite the benches is covered with water. I can vaguely see the white mist rising. It is already 11 o'clock in the morning, but there are still few people in the park.

John tightened the thick army green coat he was wearing and shrank his neck. Although he regretted not wearing a scarf around his neck, he walked into the Basque Park at a leisurely pace.

"John, are you here?" The middle-aged woman who was reclined on the chair waved her hand at him drunkenly. If you look closely at this woman's appearance, you can see that she is somewhat similar to John, but The whole person exudes a decadent and irritable atmosphere, a messy and fluffy brown curly hair hangs down on the shoulders, but there is no luster, and the corners of the eyes and brows are still pale and black after a hangover.

John frowned unconsciously, pursed his lips slightly, paused in his footsteps, and then continued to walk in front of her, and sat down at the other end of the chair.

"You called me early in the morning. What's the matter? Harry." John said coldly.If possible, he doesn't want to go out in such a damn cold weather. He usually has no problems, but the bad problem of being afraid of the cold seems to be brought from the previous life, not to mention that his body is in the He suffered gunshot wounds in the war, and when he encounters such cold and humid weather, he always feels that the wound that has healed is always in pain, which is very embarrassing.The discomfort brought by his body made John's tone naturally unable to get better.

Even if this woman is his own sister!Yes, the woman who clamored to find John early in the morning and was said to have something to talk to was his only relative in this world——Harry H. Watson.

"Oh, John, you really don't have any sibling love at all, it's really boring." Harry Watson curled his lips dissatisfied, rubbed his body on the wooden chair uncomfortably, and said in a tone of dissatisfaction, "I Say, your sister kindly wanted to go to 221B to visit you last night, what is your attitude now?"

"I'm sorry, didn't you fail to go last night?"

"Didn't I drink a little wine with Andrew, Bancroft and the others. I had already seen the house where you live, but I fell asleep in this park suddenly while walking for some reason. Now, I didn’t mean it.” Harry impatiently continued to change his posture, and leaned on his body with his stomach tilted, and she didn’t seem to feel the cold intrusion even though she was only wearing a thin gray leather jacket.

John glanced at this so-called 'sister'. Since he took over this body, he has never seen this legendary sister of John who came to visit him, and even if there are only vague things left in his mind, there are some Very bad memory, the original John would not miss this only relative in the world but would rather not have one, but now John who has changed his soul will not take this woman in his heart even more.It's just that he's always calm and likes to plan before making a move. He wants to see this woman who has been harassing him by making more than a dozen phone calls since dawn, and even disturbed Sherlock, who has always been a light sleeper, and was awakened. What's the 'important' thing about looking for him in such a hurry.

"Isn't the eternal theme in your life to be drunk with your group of drunks and riches every day?" John doesn't like drinking, and he hates people who drink and smoke, regardless of gender.

"Come on, don't put on a sanctimonious preaching look every time you see me. Didn't I just drink a little wine? What's the big deal!"

"You've lost countless jobs and been dumped by girlfriends countless times because of drinking, isn't that enough?"

"If you lose your job, you can look for it again. Girlfriends are like clothes. If you lose them, you can find them again. What do you have to worry about?" Harry rolled his eyes towards the sky, his tone full of disdain.Harry thought that he didn't have a job or a girlfriend, and that was because she did it voluntarily. Could it be her fault?It's obviously those scumbag bosses who don't know talents, and it's obviously those gay girls who choose to leave her because they are blind. This has nothing to do with her at all.

"Is that so? Then you didn't remember to see me after more than two years. Is there something wrong?" John lowered his eyes, suppressed some ups and downs, clasped his hands and rubbed his fingertips, and continued to ask in a calm tone .

There is an extremely bad family in John’s memory. Before he was about 5 years old, he could still vaguely remember that time. Watson’s family had a large farm in North Yorkshire that had been passed down from generation to generation. There were not only large wheat fields Numerous cattle and sheep are also raised in the vineyards.Their family lived in a prosperous and healthy life, but unfortunately, the good times didn’t last long. John’s father was born with alcohol, violent nature and gambling habits, which destroyed everything. The farm was lost, and his father was forced to leave by the debt collectors. Lu committed suicide on the snowy street where no one cares about her. As a housewife, her mother took on all these things. She entered a factory as a female worker and managed to raise two young children.

John also chose to join the army as a military doctor because of his poor family, which was a good way out at the time. However, when he was in Afghanistan, his mother contracted lung cancer due to long-term overwork and overwork. The woman who always felt a little uncomfortable but was afraid of going to the hospital to spend money and gritted her teeth was already at the terminal stage of lung cancer when she was finally diagnosed.

The only meager savings left by the family and the money that John regularly sent back were all stolen by the unsuspecting Harry and the group of cronies and went to the bar to drink and spend it all.Although Harry regretted his mother's illness after learning about it, it was too late. She didn't have a regular job, and she didn't have any friends who could help, and her only brother, John, was still fighting in Afghanistan. .Three months later, John's mother passed away because she couldn't get any treatment. This was a huge scar in John's heart, and it was also a knot he couldn't get rid of for Harry. It's not so much that they are related by blood. They are strangers who are related by blood.John would rather never have this only relative, he hates this so-called 'sister'.

"You are my younger brother. Isn't it natural for my sister to visit my younger brother? Besides, we haven't seen each other for more than two years. You haven't contacted me since you just came back from Afghanistan." Harry said a little He raised his head melancholy, with a faint look of loss on his face.

"So what? My retirement pension has already been used by you to spend your time, isn't it enough?" John's high pension after retiring from the army two years ago was pawned by Harry, who almost died of alcohol. The compensation was paid, and the remaining monthly subsidy was also used as living expenses for Harry, who did not have any regular job. At that time, only a few hundred pounds were left for John.Otherwise, John, who was physically and mentally traumatized at the time and hadn't found a job, wouldn't have rented 221B with Sherlock and started a new life.

It's a pity that he is no longer the original John, and he will no longer soften his heart, even if this woman has a physical blood relationship with him.

"Your pension is only enough for me to drink some wine. I want to get Alan back recently. What do you think?" Alan Adler was married to Harry two years ago The woman who got divorced in a flash, she is a good woman, but unfortunately the other woman she met was Harry Watson, a bad woman who was full-time drunk and had hidden violent tendencies.

"You are not worthy of Allen, why bother others to find a new life." John persuaded objectively.

"You bastard, what nonsense are you talking about? How could I not be good enough for her!" Harry glared at John, who still had a tepid face with a hint of alienation, and felt a strange but ungraspable intuition in his heart. After a flash, she shook her head, maybe it was just an illusion caused by not seeing him for a long time. "I said, can't you sponsor some of your sister to get Alan back? I remember you seem to like her a lot?"

"I like her quite a bit, so I don't want you to get her back." John had met Alan in his memory, and he felt pretty good about her, so he wouldn't approve of Harry getting her back. Woman, it is enough for one person to fall, so why bother to ruin another person's life by committing crimes?

"That's between me and her. You don't need to meddle in your own business. Just give me the money!"

Watching Harry tugging at her frizzy, dull brown curly hair irritably, her bloodshot eyes also began to grow impatient as they looked at him.John snorted coldly in his heart, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter whether you chase Alan back or not. The reason you came last night was to ask me for money, right?"

"John Watson, you are still a man! Why are you so talkative? Don't you just ask you to borrow some money to spend? Why do you have to put on such a face that hates ghosts and ghosts!!" Harry stood up and walked to In front of John, he spread his palms condescendingly and asked, "In a word, do you want to borrow it?"

"I have no money."

"Why do you have no money? Aren't you the attending doctor in a private clinic?"

"I've quit my job and haven't found a job yet."

"What? You resigned? How can you resign? Why do you resign? You bastard, how could you treat your sister like this? How could you..." Harry rubbed his hands, and walked nervously in small steps. He stopped in front of John and walked back and forth, still chanting and saying all kinds of vicious and cursing words, which formed a sharp contrast with John who was sitting on the chair and looked calm and calm.

Suddenly, Harry's footsteps stopped heavily, and she stretched out her hands and tugged at the collar of John's army green coat, and said excitedly, "John, John, don't you have a rich roommate? What's his name?" Come on?... No matter what his name is! Doesn’t he have a very good relationship with you? Go to him and lend money to your sister for help!” The words spoken later have changed into a commanding tone.

Stretching out his hand in disgust, he vigorously pushed away the hand that was about to continue to hold on to his collar. John finally looked at the sister with an unhappy expression, and replied firmly, "Don't even dream about it."

"Do you want to watch your sister die?" Regardless of the physical pain caused by the back of his hand being slapped away vigorously, Harry rushed forward and pulled John's arm, acting like a madman.

"I won't give you another penny, let alone let Sherlock give you a penny. You can go."

"I owe someone else 1 pounds in gambling debts, you can't leave me alone!!!"

"This is the real reason why you came to me, right? You said it was to get Alan back, what a big joke." John shook off Harry's hand again, with a sarcastic smile on his face unconsciously, Look, this is the real purpose of this woman, it is really the curse of the family! "It seems that you are really living and going back. I thought you were just smoking and drinking, but I didn't expect you to even have the bad habit of gambling! It seems that you are about to follow in the footsteps of your father!!"

"John Watson!!!"

"Harry Watson, let me explain to you once and for all today, I will never give you a penny again, so you should die! If you dare to borrow money from Sherlock, I will give you a penny." Kill you!!" John patted his wrinkled coat, stood up calmly from the wooden bench, and looked at Harry with cold eyes, "Over the years, you have never done this for me. My younger brother has done everything you should do as a sister and a relative, so you neither deserve nor have the right to get anything from me. I have done my best to you for so many years. This is the end of my words, you can do it yourself Bar."

"John, you can't do this..." Harry grabbed John's clothes in a panic. She finally sobered up this time, and realized clearly that her brother really planned to leave her alone. This time, she turned and left It was the official end of their already crumbling sibling relationship, how could this be? !Without John's help, she would have died a miserable death, and she must not let go!Absolutely not! ! ! !

"Let go! Otherwise, I'll call Inspector Lestrade. Don't you think a few months in prison would be a good place to hide your debts?" John's calm voice sounded in Harry's ear, But it gave her an inexplicable feeling that her teeth were chattering, as if falling into an ice cellar. After she subconsciously let go, John strode away in the direction of Baker Street without looking back, and quickly disappeared from Harry's eyes. reach.

When he returned to 221B and went up the stairs, John glanced at his watch, and it was already showing 8:35. At first, he estimated that his lover must still be sleeping soundly on the bed wrapped in a silk quilt wrapped in 'spring rolls', but when he pushed away from the bedroom When he opened the door, John found that the bed was empty, and the curly-haired detective could not be found in the living room, study, or even the bathroom.

Where did Sherlock Holmes go?

Well, although it is a little strange that Sherlock, who always likes to sleep until he wakes up naturally, got up so early in the morning and ran off to play wild, but John guessed that the great detective might be half asleep. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, and he remembered some clue to solve the case and rushed out to find clues with great interest. This is not impossible.

John returned to the hall, clenched his hands into fists and quickly released them, and quickly glanced at the kitchen, well, he should have time to cook breakfast now, he can't let his fiancé go hungry while investigating the case Stomach work?You said, Sherlock once said that eating was of no use to his brain for solving crimes?Forget it, if you don't fill your stomach, John estimates that sooner or later, this brave detective will directly cause a black screen due to lack of nutrients in his brain!