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

John stood at the door of Baker Street 221B, and was a little dazed. This place looks very ordinary, just like many streets in downtown London, England, except that it is called Baker Street and there is a house number 221B inside. house, an address that was said to be world-famous in his original world.

Is he really going to live in this house now?For being able to live in a place where all Sherlock Holmes fans in the original world envy and hate, Lou Yining feels a little stressed. He does not have the adventurous spirit of Dr. Watson. He has never been to the battlefield or studied medicine. He has never killed anyone before, and he has some doubts whether he can survive successfully in this dangerous world is a primary issue.

Now John sincerely hopes that Holmes can be as heroic and powerful as the legend says, and he will count on being able to hug the big detective's thick legs to survive in the future.

"Sir, do you want to donate money?" The crisp voice from behind suddenly woke up John who was in deep thought. Looking back, it was two children carrying a donation box.

"Sir, do you want to donate money? We are orphans in an orphanage."

The two boys stared at him expectantly with big blue eyes, and that appearance made John's heart soften for a moment. He was not a person full of sympathy, and he was even a little cold, but the two 'orphans' The words reminded him inexplicably of himself who lost his parents back then, and he was once considered an 'orphan'.John lowered his head and reached for the two pockets of the black wool trench coat, praying that John would not only carry a subway card before going out.However, fortunately, he was not disappointed. In the left pocket, he still took out some small change.

John stuffed the money into the chest-high wooden donation box that had buried the boy, and said flatly, "That's all, sorry."

"Sir, you are a good man."

"God will protect you."

After the two orphanage boys left thankfully, John took a deep breath, turned around and extended his hand to the doorknob of 221B, may God bless him!I hope that the room shared by John and Sherlock was not rented out by Mrs. Hudson, the landlord, otherwise, he would be regarded as a dead man before he started his career.I don't know if the first task assigned by this system is not completed, can the so-called punishment be discounted?

Thinking of the torture and punishment from the soul, John broke out in a cold sweat subconsciously. Forget it, he'd better go in honestly and talk about it first!

Maybe because it was a rented room, the door was not locked. John easily pushed open the door of 221B. He didn't walk in lightly, because it would make him feel guilty.When walking up the dark stairs, Mrs. Hudson in a white dress with a purple shawl on her shoulders was already standing at the stairs on the second floor, staring at him in surprise. John looked up at this and the scene in his memory. Mrs. Hudson, who was almost the same two years ago, subconsciously showed a John-like smile.

However, Mrs. Hudson obviously did not accept John's friendly smile.

"Oh, I forgot, you don't seem to drink black tea, do you?" Mrs. Hudson welcomed the man into her room, and asked John who was sitting at the dining table softly, but she put The movements of the tea set and snacks are not gentle at all.

"Pound! Pound! Pound!!!"

"No." Looking at Mrs. Hudson in shock, John shrank his neck and murmured.In the past, John Watson didn't like drinking black tea, but Lou Yining, who has successfully replaced John Watson, is not too keen on black tea, but he doesn't dislike it too much. Of course, it would be great if there was coffee .

"Oh, I forgot a lot of things." Mrs. Hudson gave John a sad look, and sat directly opposite John.

"is it?"

"Yes, I think I've forgotten a lot of things, including these..." Mrs. Hudson pointed to the freshly smashed snacks on the light yellow linen tablecloth, a plate of delicate seaweed cookies.

"Oh" Oh, he hates seaweed as much as John does!

"Why did you grow that beard?" Sitting across the table, Mrs. Hudson clasped her pointed chin with her hands folded, staring at John and asking in awe.

"This?" John reached out and touched the beard on his lips, and explained calmly: "I just want to try a new image, you know people always have to make some changes, especially in that A person who has been depressed and miserable for two years after the incident.”

"However, that would make you look old." Mrs. Hudson poured a cup of black tea from a white porcelain thin-necked teapot and handed it to John, and then said a late consolation: "Well, my dear, I understand Your feelings, after all, two years have passed, and you should get rid of it. In fact, it is also a good thing to change your appearance and change your mood. Do you think I changed my hairstyle? Does it look good? I talked to you last month Mrs. Mary next door went to the newly opened salon to get it together, and there is a discount at the new opening.”

John looked up and took a closer look at Hudson's wife's new hairstyle. Compared with two years ago, it was cut shorter and dyed bright colors. The whole person looked much younger.

"The hairstyle looks good and beautiful."

"Oh, thank you for the compliment." Mrs. Hudson happily accepted John's compliment, and suggested, "I heard that there is a free shave service during the discount period in that salon. Why don't you try it?"

John touched his soft brown hair, squinted his eyes and thought about the next plan. A good personal image will always help a relationship. Although he doesn't think that the great detective's aesthetics will be the same as ordinary people, but John put on a gentle smile, "I think I'll go sometime, thank you for your good suggestion, Mrs. Hudson."

Mrs. Hudson was clearly pleased that she had finally convinced stubborn John, which made her feel very accomplished.You must know that Sherlock and John are the two most stubborn people she has met in these years. Her suggestions have never been definitely adopted, and those two people will never listen to the opinions of her old man. , always doing my own thing in my own way!It seems that after not seeing each other for almost two years, John has become much more considerate.Involuntarily thinking of the tall, thin and handsome young man in her memory, Mrs. Hudson sipped her black tea sadly and said, "John, we are all very sad, since...since Sherlock passed away."

"I understand, I am no longer entangled." John spread his hands, he knew that Sherlock is not dead yet, so what is there to be entangled with?

"But even so, you should give us a call, even a short message to tell us you're safe." Mrs. Hudson, who had regained her focus, continued to complain.

"I'm sorry, it was my fault." Regardless of who was at fault in this matter, John felt that it must be right for him to apologize first.After a pause, he recalled those memories that belonged to John in his mind, and then slowly organized his words, thinking about how to give Mrs. Hudson a good explanation, "But I don't know why, I feel less and less Dare to pick up the phone, I'm afraid..."

afraid of what?

Of course, as soon as John picked up the phone, he would think of the good memories of those years. Sherlock always instigated John to send text messages and make phone calls all over London to investigate the case. As good as those memories are, the reality is as painful.Apparently Mrs. Hudson also thought about these things, so she just sighed leisurely and didn't press John for other things. Seeing Mrs. Hudson who was finally willing to let him go made John feel relieved. tone.

"Can you understand my mood?"

Mrs. Hudson is a woman with a simple personality and a soft heart, so she nodded of course to express her understanding and forgiveness of John's bad behavior of avoiding contact with her in isolation for the past two years.

"I'm coming back this time to live in 221B, is that okay? Mrs. Hudson." Taking advantage of such a good atmosphere, John made his request.

"You want to come back to live? John, are you finally untied?" Mrs. Hudson looked at him in surprise.After Sherlock's funeral that year, John was so shocked that he didn't even have the courage to go back to 221B Baker Street. Even the luggage was sent by Mr. Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock's brother, to help pack it out.Since then, she has never seen John come back here again, and she thought that it would be impossible for John to come back here in his life, unless Sherlock came back from the dead.

However, isn't Sherlock Holmes just about to 'resurrect from the dead'?

"Mrs. Hudson, don't you welcome me back to live?"

"I can't wish for it. How could you not be welcome to come back to live?"

"Are there any other questions?"

"Of course not!" Mrs. Hudson replied decisively.

The sound of "Mu T" completing the task resounded in his mind instantly, and John calmly evoked a smile, and slowly followed Mrs. Hudson towards the room in his memory.