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

With messy brown hair, pale face, blue eye bags, and the crumpled cotton trousers and shirt that reeked of alcohol from last night, John just staggered around the frivolous place with bare feet. Steps floated out of the room, and even Mrs. Hudson, a conspicuous living person sitting on the sofa, turned a blind eye and drifted over in a daze.

"Oh John, how did you make yourself so messy... No! Decadent?" Hudson put down the hot tea in his hand, stood up with a worried face and took John's hand.

Mrs. Hudson spoke quite euphemistically. In fact, judging from John's current state, he is either overindulgent or overdosed on K drugs.

John stared at the woman holding his wrist in confusion, tilted his head and thought hard, and then thought: Forget it!How could Mrs. Hudson be in their living room so early in the morning?This must be hallucination.Oh, he has already begun to hallucinate, this is really not a good sign, should he take medicine?

"John!"

"..."

"My God! Don't you scare me!!"

"...Uh, Mrs. Hudson?" Stretching out his hand and patting his dizzy forehead vigorously, John tried to blink his eyes, but Mrs. Hudson in front was still holding his hand. Was it not a hallucination?

"Are you sick? Didn't sleep well last night?"

"Sick? Maybe." John curled his lips. He wouldn't tell Mrs. Hudson that he took a cold shower last night in the freezing cold winter.It's all Sherlock's fault, all the blame must be on his head, he will make that damn bastard look good! !

"What happened after your party last night? The sound of the door slamming almost made my bed collapse. I knew it was Sherlock when I heard the light footsteps, so I opened the door and looked down." At the time, that brat disappeared until he couldn’t even see his back. Sherlock must have bullied you again?” Pulling John into the sofa and sitting down, he stretched out his hand and patted the back of his hand soothingly, Hurd Mrs. Sen seemed to know what was in her mind, and looked at John with sympathy in her eyes. She thoughtfully poured a cup of black tea she had just brewed from a white porcelain teapot with a thin neck and handed it to John.

Nodding gratefully to Mrs. Hudson, John took the white porcelain thin-eared teacup and couldn't wait to take a sip of the hot tea. He had to say that after a terrible night, a cup of hot tea could calm his stomach A little warmer is really something that makes people feel comfortable and warm from the bottom of their hearts.

Seeing that John didn't mention Sherlock from the beginning to the end, but looked depressed and drinking tea with his head down, Mrs. Hudson became more and more sure that Sherlock really made John sad this time.Based on her experience, if it was in the past, John would have ran out angrily to find the big detective to settle accounts!Judging from the current situation, John's anger is obviously restrained, and the situation is unexpectedly serious, isn't it?

Mrs. Hudson has always regarded Sherlock and John as her own sons, and she certainly does not want any unpleasant conflicts between these two people.It's just that feelings are always a matter between two people, and she, an outsider, shouldn't interfere too much. Fanzheng and their couple have always been used to making noise. From her experience, it should be fine in a few days.

She didn't want to worry about it, and it was more practical to serve John the breakfast she had prepared early in the morning.

"Honey, go wash and tidy up first, and I'll bring you breakfast." Mrs. Hudson reached out to touch John's soft brown hair, her face was full of gentleness and kindness, just like treating her own children.

"Is there anything delicious?" John narrowed his eyes and asked curiously.In his heart, he was silently making plans. For the next thing he wanted to do, he had to recharge his energy before talking!Small sample, he doesn't believe that Sherlock Holmes can't be taken down!

"It's the steamed buns, fried dough sticks and soy milk from a new Chinese breakfast shop across the street. Do you like it?" Mrs. Hudson, who came back from the door frame, blinked mischievously and asked.

"I really like it!"

"Oh dear, do you want to go shopping with my old lady later? I heard that there are promotions in supermarkets near Christmas. There are many products that not only buy one get one free, but also a lucky draw!" Mrs. Hudson said from the upstairs. After bringing the fragrant breakfast to the dining room table in the living room, Mrs. Hudson pulled John up from the sofa and pushed him directly into the dining table after taking out the mouth-watering food from the small brown wooden tray The chair is up.

"I'm sorry, I haven't had time to tidy up the living room yet, thank you for your help." John just realized that his living room was completely cleaned up, who else would be so kind to help besides Mrs. Hudson?I couldn't help but feel more grateful to this lovely old lady.After Sherlock ran out last night, he waited on the sofa for hours, thinking that bastard would come back in the middle of the night to admit his mistake?Who knew that he didn't return all night!

The originally angry and wronged mood began to be gradually replaced by worry. Even if I didn't go home, I had to call back to report that I was safe, that stupid detective who has no common sense! !However, he believed that Mycroft would not let his precious brother disappear. He was just afraid that the detective might encounter another case that would interest him on the way.

"Mrs. Hudson, even if I am grateful to you, I will still be angry with you for secretly tipping that bastard!" John held half a fritter in his mouth, watching with cold eyes the book belonging to Sherlock that he deliberately placed on the dining table. After the phone rang, the name of 'Mrs. Hudson' was clearly displayed on the screen!Also, don't think he didn't see Mrs. Hudson secretly pressing her mobile phone in the kitchen. Has no one ever discovered that the location of the dining table in the living room can be seen directly from the kitchen?

He purposely sat in this position yesterday to secretly observe Sherlock and Jasmine who were alone in the kitchen!

"That..." Well, she really didn't know that Sherlock ran away from home and didn't bring a mobile phone with him?What a strategic mistake.

"Ok?"

"Well... John, do you want fried dough sticks and soy milk?" Mrs. Hudson slowly moved out of the kitchen in embarrassment, her hands were still behind her back, and John didn't need to guess what she was holding. cell phone.

"..." Is this going to kill him with breakfast?

"..." That's the breakfast for Sherlock! Mrs. Hudson silently pinned a villain named 'Sherlock' in her heart, why are you so disappointing? !

"Cough cough, no need." John clenched his left hand into a fist and put it on his lips, pretending to cough a few times, and silently refuted himself in his heart. Didn't he think that bastard didn't eat all night, and he was afraid that he would starve to death! "I'll go to Mrs. Howard's later. If you don't mind, I'll accompany you to the supermarket tomorrow."

"Are you going to see a psychiatrist?" As soon as this matter was mentioned, Mrs. Hudson couldn't care less about the embarrassment. She threw her phone on the sofa with a 'swish', and pulled away the phone next to John. He just sat down on the seat and asked worriedly.During the two years when Sherlock suspended his death and left, Mrs. Hudson had little contact with John, but she had always paid attention to John's situation and knew that he would routinely see a psychiatrist every week.But isn't Sherlock back?Why does John still go to 'see a doctor'?Did Sherlock do something insane last night that hurt John so much that he had a mental illness again?For God's sake!I heard that John used to take antidepressant medicine! !

Mrs. Hudson looked at John with a worried look at the end, and asked seriously: "John, are you so angry that you are depressed, so you ask Mrs. Howard to take medicine? My God! I will definitely wait for Sherlock to come back. Help you teach him a good meal, use my thickest frying pan to teach him!!"

"Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock didn't do anything serious."

"You indulge Sherlock too much, that's why he is so lawless." Mrs. Hudson showed disapproval.

"..." Actually, Mrs. Hudson, you should be the one who indulges that great detective the most, right?

"Then what happened, what do you mean?"

"It's nothing, it's just a personal matter." John lowered his head and absently stirred the milky white soybean milk in the cup with a small spoon to make beautiful ripples.

"Can't you tell me?"

"Mrs. Hudson, I think I need to go out. Uh... the appointment time is almost up." John looked up at the clock on the wall, indicating that the conversation should be over.Mrs. Hudson can't help with this kind of thing. If he wants to talk to someone, he must find someone who can help, such as Mrs. Howard.Talking to a psychiatrist is naturally equivalent to telling McCoff that he believes that McCoff will enlighten his baby brother who has zero EQ!

"Pounding!"

"Inspector Lestrade, what can you do?" Mrs. Hudson opened the door with a look of surprise, and the disappointment on her face was immediately apparent when she saw that it was the gray-haired Inspector.Oh, she thought Sherlock was back!

"Is there anything wrong with me?" Lestrade saw Mrs. Hudson's eyes, and subconsciously lowered his head to see if he was disheveled or accidentally got something strange on his body, otherwise Mrs. Hudson Why do you look at yourself with a weird expression on your face?Hmm... I was dressed in a black windbreaker, suit, and leather gloves as usual, but today I just wore an extra gray and white scarf. Could it be... "Mrs. Hudson, is there something wrong with my scarf?"

"No, I'm just a little surprised to see you. Come in, Inspector Lestrade." Mrs. Hudson pulled the doorknob back and let him in.

"..." Didn't he often come to 221B to find Sherlock to investigate cases?What's the surprise in seeing him?By the way, thinking of Sherlock, Lestrade paused when he stepped on the wooden stairs on the second floor, turned around, and planned to ask Mrs. Hudson who was closing the door first: "Is Sherlock in?"

"The two of them had some conflict last night. Sherlock didn't come back all night and left John alone at home. I really don't understand what Sherlock is thinking?"

"What? Scholar Sherlock ran away from home? But it's perfectly normal for young couples to have some conflicts. It's okay. He should be back home soon." Inspector Lestrade deservedly Although the experienced policeman does not have Sherlock's high IQ ability to solve crimes, he has rich experience in such matters as family disputes!

But after reflexively blurting out, Inspector Lestrade patted his forehead in frustration.What did he just say?Sherlock is almost 30 years old, how can he use the four words 'leave home' to describe him?However, Mrs. Hudson obviously agrees with the use of this word, and in her eyes, Sherlock is an ignorant child no matter how old he is.

"That's right, Sherlock pissed John off for unknown reasons last night, so he ran away from home alone! He didn't call home to report his safety, and he didn't secretly tell me the reason so that I could help John deal with it." Really!" Mrs. Hudson complained after Lestrade, but she didn't go up to the second floor.Look at the current time, seven o'clock in the morning, judging from Mrs. Hudson's experience dealing with him for many years, the inspector must have not eaten breakfast. She should hurry up and serve Sherlock's share, otherwise it will be a waste What a pity the food!

The living room of 221B did not turn into a battlefield full of gunpowder-smelling rummaging and a mess as Inspector Lestrade imagined, but it was the same as usual.Next to the sofa in the tidy and warm living room, John was wearing a white sweater and trousers, and was holding a long brown coat in his hand. It seemed that he was about to go out.Inspector Lestrade breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Fortunately, the matter was not as serious as he imagined. He would be the target of anger in front of Sherlock. If John tossed the detective, the psychological age The perpetually immature brat can easily torment him to death in the future!He has been shot so many times lying down, can he not be worried? !

However, whether Inspector Lestrade can escape smoothly, only God knows!

"Lestrade, are you looking for Sherlock?" Picking up two mobile phones and keys and putting them in his coat pocket, John looked up at Inspector Lestrade who was carefully observing the living room.

"Well... good morning, John."

"Good morning."

"Sherlock isn't here?"

"He's not here, what's the matter?"

"No, no, it's not a big deal. I just dropped by... just dropped in to see you." Inspector Lestrade waved his hand quickly, and was about to turn around and go downstairs without even entering the door.Originally, I received a jewelry theft case with a special technique today. The most valuable diamond in the exhibition hall was stolen. However, all the surveillance videos in the exhibition hall are operating normally, but no suspicious things People entered that exhibition room at that time, and there was not even a single witness. The big diamond seemed to disappear out of thin air, which is really incredible!That's why, when he was rushing to the scene of the crime, he deliberately made a big circle from London to pick up Sherlock. Didn't he always say 'I'm bored to death' when drinking last night?He is such a loyal friend!

Who knew that today he rushed to 221B Baker Street to find someone in high spirits, but he 'run away from home'!

"Then can you drop me off to a psychiatric clinic?"

"Of course, do you want to go now?"

"If you can, let's go now." John walked out of the living room, turned around and closed the door, and followed Inspector Lestrade down the stairs one after the other. When he reached the first floor and was about to open the door, he was caught Mrs. Hudson stopped.

"Inspector Lestrade, don't you leave until you finish your breakfast? I've already done it." Raising the plate in her hand, Mrs. Hudson frowned and warned the handsome inspector worriedly: "Honey, even if you are in a hurry, you have to eat before investigating the case."

"I'll take it in the car and eat it, thank you, Mrs. Hudson." Inspector Lestrade reached out and took the soy milk on the tray and downed it in one gulp. Then he waved goodbye to the kind and lovely Mrs. Hudson, and hurried out behind John.

"Oh, young people are not afraid of indigestion~" Mrs. Hudson, who was holding a plate, looked at the door that was closed immediately, and shook her head with emotion.And as soon as John got into Inspector Lestrade's police car and left Baker Street, the agents responsible for monitoring John's whereabouts immediately reported the matter to the head of a certain MI7 in Downing Street.