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

The night passed peacefully like this, quite a bit here refers to the two in 221B Baker Street, but Inspector Lestrade and the unlucky Andrew Hebrew butler are unknown.

After John woke up, he didn't find the big detective on the soft and warm bed. He turned his head and stretched out his hand to lift the raised silk quilt that looked like a human figure. After that, he saw two big fluffy pillows erected in a straight line. I touched the mattress again, and it had already become cold, which meant that the big detective left a long time ago.John couldn't help but frowned, and looked up at the clock, which showed the time at 8 o'clock in the morning. Where did Sherlock go early in the morning?

John propped up half of his cheeks, just leaning against the pillow in a daze in silence, then slowly got out of the car, put on his slippers and walked out of the bedroom to wash and change clothes, served the brewed coffee from the kitchen and continued Strolling to the sofa in the living room, holding a coffee cup and continuing to be in a daze of boredom.Then I heard the sound of the door being opened, and then the curly-haired detective walked in with a slight chill, and the sofa beside John was unwilling to move.

"Where have you been?" John asked curiously as he stretched out his palm warmed by the coffee cup and caressed the detective's fluffy black curly hair.When stroking the black windbreaker and high-necked jacket, he raised his wet palm in dissatisfaction. The thick layer of cold air on the clothes had completely melted and soaked when he entered the room. "Sherlock, take off your coat first, and be careful not to catch a cold."

"I went to the 'No Horse Club' to find clues." Sherlock nestled on the corner of the sofa motionless, stretched his slender arms while allowing John to reach out to help him unbutton his coat, and replied slowly.

"What time did you go?" John put his coat on the glass coffee table, then got up, and was about to go to the bathroom to get a dry towel to wipe the water on his hair and face. This guy is not afraid of getting sick in such a cold weather, isn't it? Saying that the body of a genius is invincible?Oh come on!Sherlock Holmes is a detective not an invulnerable superman.

"At 4 o'clock in the morning, I broke in quietly." Sherlock reached out and grabbed John's clothes, raised his eyes slightly, curled his lips and said, "You are here to accompany me!"

"... Sherlock, you are not Superman!"

"Superman does not exist at all! Of course, if I find out that such a creature exists, I will definitely study the mysteries of his body. John, even if I am not Superman, I will not get sick easily !" Sherlock replied nonchalantly, the number of times he has been sick since he can remember, except for cases of investigation injuries of course.

"Cough! So, what useful clues did you find?" John looked down at the hem of his clothes that was tightly grasped, and could only hold his forehead with a headache.look!As long as there is a case in hand, Sherlock is as motivated as a wind-up toy.To be able to get up in such a freezing early morning and deliberately scurry in the streets and alleys of London to investigate the case, feeling so good that you are not afraid of the sky, is this a kind of state? 'Professional' performance?

"John, have you heard of the 'No Horse Club'?" Sherlock propped one hand on the sofa, and with the other hand, he pulled John from the standing position and sat down on the sofa, then quickly adjusted his sitting position , turned to lie on his back and put his head directly on John's strong and powerful legs as a pillow, folded his dick on the armrest on the other side of the sofa, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and faced him directly John's rounded chin didn't answer directly but asked directly.

"Never heard of it." John replied blankly.How did he not know that there used to be a club with such a strange name in London?What is it for?

"This is the most exclusive gambling club in London." Sherlock grabbed John's finger and played it in his palm, and continued to explain without any surprises about John's answer: "This exclusive club adopts a membership system, and its requirements for membership Quite strict, and does not accept self-recommendation only accepts recommendations from existing members. The membership list of the 'No Horse Club' reads like a who's who compiled by De Brett, in a 'Victorian' style. There was a Time, I have watched it too."

"Sherlock, you pay attention to it? Are you still learning to gamble?" John's face darkened.John knew that Sherlock had many bad habits in the past, loves adventure, enjoys deadly danger, and abuses illegal drugs. Does it need to add "gambling"?

"...John, I have to say that your idea is ridiculously wrong! I watched it because of a case!! And how challenging are those gambling that can easily calculate the probability by the brain?" Sherlock could not agree gave John a sidelong glance.He didn't understand why so many stupid human beings flocked to those apparently extremely simple gambling and would continue to enjoy it even if they lost?

"That... Sherlock..."

"What?" Sherlock asked strangely when he heard John's stammering words.

"Can gambling really be won by calculation?"

"of course."

"That……"

"?"

"Then can we go to Las Vegas for our honeymoon?" John suddenly lowered his head and looked at Sherlock expectantly.God!If Sherlock's brain is really that good, then it would be perfect for them to choose the World Las Vegas for their honeymoon trip! !Being able to play and make money at the same time, just thinking about it makes people feel happy. John felt that he seemed to have foreseen that the dollars and pounds with small white wings would start to fly into their pockets.

"John, are you so short of money? Besides, from your tone, don't you dislike my gambling habit?" Sherlock looked helpless.

"Small gambling, just once is not a habit! Who in the world will make more money? Besides, our basic necessities and those weird experiments you do, which one doesn't burn money?" John rolled his eyes and said .Don't look at Sherlock as if he looks otherworldly, but spending money has never been thoughtless and extravagant!The food and clothing at home are the most expensive and the best, so John naturally knows that.Speaking of Sherlock's experiment, let alone, for example, the classification and screening of [-] kinds of wool threads last time, the screening of [-] kinds of red wine from different regions last time... Wait, that is a lot of money. It's an experimental product that usually costs money to buy!

"But, my credit card and Mycroft's supplementary card have also been given to you to use?" When did their Sherlock Holmes family become so short of money?Sherlock remembered that John now had two credit cards with no downline amount.Sherlock himself has invested in some projects, and the Holmes family also has many industries with good returns, and Mycroft transfers pocket money to his credit card every month.Therefore, although he has never had the concept of money, he has never worried about money.

"No, no, no, money makes you feel safe." John shook his head. For him, the more money he has, the more secure he feels.

"Are you sure we're going to Las Vegas to gamble on our honeymoon?"

"Ah."

"Alright then." Sherlock has always indulged John in certain things, although he thought that McCoff would be very unhappy if he found out, but forget it, as long as John is happy!

"Sherlock, is Inspector Lestrade okay?" After finishing the topic, I thought of Inspector Lestrade's card in the car as black as the bottom of a pot when I returned to 221B Baker Street last night. It was rare for John to be a little moved by his face.

"What can be the matter?" Sherlock flicked his fingers lazily without raising his head.

"But, if Detective Inspector Lestrade hides Andrew Hebrew, wouldn't he know the law and hide a criminal?"

"Oh John, it's not the first time for him, why worry about it?"

"..." It seems that this is not the first time Inspector Lestrade has been dismissed?Let's just say he shouldn't get too carried away last night!

"Speaking of that club, it has something to do with the stolen 'South African Star'." Sherlock brought back the topic that the two were gradually pulling away to the horizon.

"Really?"

"Bring me my notebook." Sherlock glanced at the silver-gray Apple notebook placed on the coffee table not far away, and continued to lean on John's body without moving, pulling his lips, just to instruct John to work.

"Oh, okay." Seeing the money that was about to fly into his pocket, John decided that he should just let this 'governor' dictate.

"Let me see, Master Waltwiss, born in [-], graduated from Oxford University. Tsk, he is also an alumnus of me. He once joined the army and belonged to the navy. He retired due to injuries. After doing nothing, he ran the Waterways family winery at a loss, was once one of the suspects in the suicide case of winery employee Heath Dirpo, and was also a member of the 'No Horse Club'." Sherlock read the words muttering Afterwards, with a sound of 'pop', he closed the notebook again and threw it on the sofa beside him, put his hands together at the corners of his lips, and fell into thought. After a long time, he double-clicked his palms suddenly, "Ha! I think I already know what's going on. Ins and outs."

"What's the truth?" Seeing Sherlock's reaction, John picked up the notebook curiously, opened it, and carefully read the archives obtained by Sherlock's hacking, but found nothing related to the 'truth' at all!

"But I still need more evidence! John, we'll go to Wattweis's house in two hours, and I'll tell you the answer then."

"Why after 2 hours?" John looked at Sherlock puzzled.They're free now, why not just go to the Watwiss' house?

"Not now, because..." Sherlock smiled mysteriously, and before he finished speaking, he looked at the door with such an expression on his face.

"Ding dong" the doorbell just rang.

"Because our wedding dress has arrived and we need to try it on." When John looked at the door with a surprised expression, Sherlock finally spoke the answer.

"Mr. Holmes, your dress has been custom-made. Please try it on. If there is anything inappropriate, please let us know." A tall and thin young man in a white striped casual suit said respectfully after Sherlock opened the door. He handed the two exquisite white paper bags he was carrying to Sherlock.John followed Sherlock, walked up from his side and took a curious look. Although he couldn't see the whole picture, judging from the fabrics, it should be very comfortable and exquisite.And Sherlock seemed calmer. He took two bags and passed them to John behind him. Then when Sherlock turned back to the living room, John could only smile and invite the wedding shop who was still outside the door. Employees come in.

"Mr. Holmes, for the past two years, the dresses have been made of the best woolen material in our shop, which is not easy to pill and wrinkle. It took half a month to make them by hand. They were cut strictly according to the body size data you provided. If you feel uncomfortable in any place, please let me know after trying it on. I will make a record and take it back for the master to continue to modify. The two will be elegant and handsome grooms, and naturally a set of well-fitting and exquisite workmanship is indispensable. Our store It has been a century-old time-honored brand, and customer satisfaction has always been our aim."

"It's impossible for the data provided by Mycroft to be wrong." Sherlock, who completely filtered out the young man's eloquent introduction as nonsense, directly blocked him.After sitting on the sofa with John, he reached out and took out the dress from two paper bags. He was a double-breasted flat-cut dress with a cut design similar to a suit, a black jacket, a white shirt, and silver-gray trousers. Pair it with a beige tie and a beige vest.

"Sherlock, you must be very handsome in this dress." John reached out and touched the clothes in his hands, and sighed sincerely.

"The same goes for you, John." Sherlock squinted at the other suit, quickly simulating what John was wearing in his mind, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.John's suit is a standard British gentleman's dress. The black tuxedo jacket is cut in an elegant and streamlined shape, full of aristocratic feeling. It is suitable for a groom like John. He has a black jacket, a white shirt with a pointed collar, and silver-gray trousers. Pair it with a beige vest and beige tie.

"But how does Mycroft know my body data?" John gestured lovingly with his suit, and inadvertently saw the young man sitting on the sofa opposite them looking a little at a loss, and put down his clothes suddenly .Goodness he hasn't made this guest a cup of tea, what a faux pas!

"Mycroft always has his way." Sherlock lowered his eyes and answered perfunctorily.

"It's true, Mycroft always gives me the feeling of being omnipotent and powerful." Ignoring the childish Sherlock who frowned and 'groaned' dissatisfied when he heard his words, John got up and walked towards the kitchen.

"Sorry, we only have black tea and coffee at home for the time being. What do you want?" John just rummaged through the kitchen, and even the refrigerator was empty. It seems that he really needs to go to the supermarket to replenish his life Supplies are gone.

"A cup of coffee, thank you." The young man immediately stood up from the sofa with some embarrassment. After being directly hit by Sherlock's ignorance just now, he lost the interest in continuing to explain and promote their century-old clothing store.However, when she saw Sherlock tossing his clothes over and over again, he still asked a little worriedly, "Do you need my help to try it on?"

"Try it on? No need..." Sherlock raised his head and looked straight at the young man. The powerful and oppressive sense of perspective unconsciously made the young man take a step back involuntarily. He had never felt this kind of feeling that he could The gaze that sees through people's hearts, as if they are real, is really terrifying!The young man subconsciously lowered his head to avoid Sherlock's inorganic ice green eyes, and accidentally fell down on the sofa. "Uh...that, Mr. Holmes, if you have any questions, please call me directly. Um...I have something to go back first."

"Sherlock, why did he leave?" John just stepped out of the kitchen door with his coffee in hand, when he saw the young man who delivered the gown hurriedly opened the door and rushed down the stairs as if hiding from some monster, even the door didn't help them Close, isn't it a little too impolite?It's not like their house is a den of monsters, why did they run away in such a panic? !

"Oh, it might be something." Sherlock straightened up, crossed his legs, and leisurely reached out to pick up the white porcelain cup on John's tray, and took a sip comfortably.I sighed silently in my heart, John's ability to make coffee is still as good as ever

"Really?" John picked up the business card with black background and white letters that fell on the wool carpet and looked suspiciously at Sherlock. Sherlock didn't scare people away, but after seeing the big detective squint After closing his eyes and drinking coffee as if he had nothing to do with him, he could only silently put away his doubts, and raised the clothes in his hand, "Then shall I go in and try?"

"Me too." After hearing John's words, Sherlock immediately put down the cup.He raised his slender legs and kicked them on the woolen blanket, then stood up, happily picked up his own dress, followed John like a little tail, and squeezed into the bathroom one after the other.

After a flurry of exchanging clothes that made people blush and heartbeat——

The two bodies wrapped in the black dress were close to each other. Panting, John lowered his eyes slightly and leaned on this warm chest, listening to the strong and steady heartbeat. The bodies in the black dresses absorb each other's breath.

After a long time, he slightly opened his chest and stood on tiptoe. John raised his brown eyes and looked gently at Sherlock's emerald green eyes. His foreheads touched and the tip of his nose touched, and his hands gently cupped Sherlock's sharp-edged cheeks. , leaned forward to press a shallow kiss on the thin lips with beautiful lines, and said with a sigh: "This is so good, Sherlock."

The arms around John tightened uncontrollably, and Sherlock kissed the corner of John's mouth back, and then rested his chin lightly on John's shoulder, which was not thick, "It's fine if you like it." Huai, this is the most beautiful and happy thing in the world.