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

In the middle of the night, John, who returned to the rented house where he used to live, woke up again from the bloody nightmare downstairs of the Barts Hospital. He pulled off the quilt and got out of bed, and poured himself a glass of warm water with trembling hands. After drinking it, he put down the glass and supported the corner of the table for a while, then dragged his cotton slippers and turned into the bathroom slowly, turning on the faucet on the sink. The water was so cold that his teeth chattered. John looked up at the mirror The person whose face was pale inside couldn't help showing a wry smile.

It seems that he not only inherited this body, but also inherited the nightmare that John had to have every night, tsk... What a embarrassment!The blood and corpses in the dream always reminded him of the experience of being hit by a truck to death in his previous life, which was a double stimulation to his spirit.The secret of the previous life must never be shared with anyone, so this psychological barrier can only be overcome by himself.

Back on the bed, pulled up the quilt, and John, who had no mood to sleep, had no choice but to rest his arms on his pillow, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. down plan.

John H. Watson is a retired military doctor who returned from an injury in Afghanistan two years ago. He was shot in the left shoulder but limped in his right leg. He is consulting a psychiatrist for post-war syndrome.After meeting Sherlock Holmes, the symptoms of mental and physical disorders have almost recovered, but because of witnessing the tragedy of Sherlock falling to his death in front of him, John re-induced the onset of mental illness after being hit hard.As a result, he now has to continue to see a psychiatrist, and needs a cane when he walks irregularly.

Before he crossed over, John's mental state was already terrible.

Sherlock's act of committing suicide by jumping off the building right in front of him was an unprecedentedly powerful blow to John. Subconsciously until now, John still refused to accept this fact. Repeat the original screen.At that time, the vast majority of people believed that Sherlock was a deceitful liar following the misrepresentation of public opinion. John, who was still persistently protesting against others under tremendous pressure, chose to escape. He began to slowly alienate the crowd and live alone. .

Later, as the mental pressure continued to increase, John gradually began to suffer from insomnia all day long, until it was so serious that as soon as he fell asleep, he could automatically replay Sherlock holding his mobile phone and telling John he was choking. A liar, how could Sherlock be a liar?What if it is? !I will believe him as well! !

But Sherlock still stood quietly on the roof of the Barts Hospital just like in the previous dream, and jumped and fell in front of him, like a lost kite landed lightly on the cold floor tiles bursting with blood and brains .John seems to be able to truly feel that there is still a sliver of warmth in the body of Sherlock he is holding and the blood that is constantly flowing, and then... the corpse in his arms slowly turns cold, and finally everything freezes when Sherlock looks at him. The appearance of death.

Such repeated nightmares became more and more serious as time passed, and finally reached the point where even taking sleeping pills could not be suppressed. Until two days ago, he took an overdose of sleeping pills and fell asleep forever with his nightmares. Even McCoff's agents, who had been tasked with monitoring him on a daily basis, had missed this inconspicuous anomaly.Then, Lou Yining was forcibly inserted into John's body by the system, and survived instead of John.

In John Watson's world, Sherlock Holmes is never a liar, he is the only hero!It is a pity that the hero Sherlock has been completely lost in his world, so he is immersed in unspeakable pain and cannot extricate himself. He chooses to use sleeping pills to escape everything. Maybe John subconsciously wants to end his own life. Sherlock left, this state once worried his psychiatrist Amanda, but in fact, Dr. Watson did fulfill his wish.Perhaps for John, he can finally live in another world forever with his best friend in his dream. Isn't this another kind of relief?

John stretched out his hand to caress the beating heart in his chest, and sighed lightly. If this person simply regarded himself as Sherlock's best friend, roommate and assistant at the beginning, who would believe it?At this moment, he was a little thankful that the mission target he had chosen was Sherlock Holmes, the object that this body once admired but did not know. He would take good care of Sherlock instead of John. This was the only thing he could do for the original John Hua Students can make compensation.

Although Sherlock, who was betrayed by many relatives because of the trap set by Moriarty, fell to his death in order to protect the person he cared about, John knew that person must still be alive.Although he didn't know where Sherlock was now, how could Sherlock, who was able to fight Moriarty evenly, not leave a way out for himself?And the only thing he has to do now is to return to 221B Baker Street, and wait for the gorgeous return of Sherlock Holmes in their common 'home'!

However, in order not to attract the attention of interested people, he had to continue to see a psychiatrist once a week, and then slowly reduce the number of times. John made a decision in his heart.

However, tomorrow seems to be the day to see a psychiatrist, right?John glanced at the small calendar placed on the counter next to him, and tomorrow's day was outlined in a conspicuous big red circle.

Mrs. Howard's Private Counseling Room

John was leaning back on a beige leather chair with warm tones, his legs were crossed, and his hands were clasped on his knees from time to time. He had obvious black eye bags on his face, and he looked as sluggish as ever. He didn't close his eyes until dawn last night, so he looked quite in line with his usual appearance in the counseling room.

"John, you still don't look very well." Amanda sat across the desk and started the topic with a relaxed expression.Amanda Howard is a middle-aged black female psychiatrist. She not only served as John's psychiatrist after he returned from Afghanistan, but also served as a listener to John's feelings during the two years after Sherlock left. .

She knew John very well, so he had to be 100% ready to deal with the therapist.

"I've been thinking about one thing for the past few days." John let go of his sweaty fingers and pulled out a stiff smile, trying to look as relaxed as possible.

Amanda answered: "Then do you want to understand?"

John nodded, took a deep breath, and pressed his lips tightly. After a long time, he slowly said word by word: "Amanda, I'm gay, and I found out that I like a man, but wait for me When he found out, he had already left."

"I'm very glad that you can open your heart and talk to me about these things." Amanda looked at John with a surprised look, and with a gratified smile, she continued to encourage the former military doctor and asked, "You said you were Gay, what about you?" Do you have feelings for other men too?"

"No, I only have feelings for one person."

"I only like Sherlock." John replied decisively.Whether it is John Watson who was ignorant and evasive before, or John Watson who is now under the control of the system, the only choice is to 'like' Sherlock Holmes. Although he made a pun, he did not lie.

John, who said these words, is sure that his words will be presented on someone's desk in the form of information, and this is what John wants.If you want to get Sherlock Holmes, you must first get the support of his brother Mycroft Holmes, he is the key to everything.And John is very confident about this, he thinks that McCoff should understand a little bit, who else in this world can bear his baby brother Sherlock besides John Watson?

"John, you said you had a girlfriend...Mary?" Amanda flipped through the record file in her hand, her slender fingers paused in a certain paragraph when she turned the fifth page, and she raised her head to ask.

"Yes, her name is Mary." John confessed this fact, and the original impression of Mary, his current girlfriend, in John's mind was not bad, not only not bad, but even a good feeling, "She——cheerful Feminine, blond, and physically sexy, Marie is everything I want in a woman."

Attention, it is the 'female condition' that I like, and he is a crooked one!

"Then do you like her?"

"I used to think I liked her." John rubbed his palms, and then continued to clasp them back on his knees, as if organizing what he was going to say next, "but this is not correct. I have a crush on her It's because Mary is the only person I can discuss and miss about Sherlock, regardless of gender, which is rare when everyone thinks Sherlock is a big liar."

John paused, turned his head to look out of the green window for a while, and then continued to tell Amanda: "But, I don't want to deceive myself anymore. Mary is a good woman, and she shouldn't continue to waste time and energy on me , she deserves a better man, doesn't she?"

"You are also a good man." Amanda told John with a smile.

"Then you're going to break up with Mary?"

"Yes," John replied quickly, breaking news to his psychiatrist. "I'm moving back to Baker Street."

"Have you made up your mind to move back to Baker Street?"

"Yes, I want to go back and guard our former home." John looked up with nostalgia and said.

"But, Mr. Holmes already..." Although she didn't want to hit John, who finally got a little hopeful, Amanda didn't want this man to fall into another fantasy and indulge in another state after suffering. Made her very worried.

"No, Sherlock is not dead!" John stood up all of a sudden, growling in dissatisfaction.

"Oh, dear John, calm down. I'm sorry..." Amanda put down the paper and pen in her hand, stood up and walked around the desk to John's side, and patted his thin shoulder gently with her hand, Then he pressed the phone on the desk, asked the secretary to bring in a cup of hot cocoa, and handed it to John himself.

"Have some hot cocoa to make you feel better."

"Thank you." John held the white porcelain cup in both hands, and nodded to her apologetically.Sipping hot cocoa in small sips, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed when he calmed down. Anyway, he did get angry with a lady just now, which is really ungentlemanly.

"I'm so sorry just now."

"It's okay, let's talk about Mr. Holmes, do you really think he's not dead?" Amanda shrugged and gave him a soothing smile.Amanda has always known that Sherlock Holmes is John's taboo, and every time he is mentioned, it will always cause a violent reaction from this gentle and good-tempered man, so she doesn't care and expresses that she is used to it.

"No matter what he is, he will live forever in my heart. He is my hero." John blushed a little embarrassedly. He really said it a little hypocritically. It was really like a love story!

"Very well, I'm glad that you are willing to face your feelings and start to accept the reality. I believe that it will not take long, John, for you to recover your mental health." Amanda was obviously very happy with John's answer.She felt that John's current behavior showed that this man was not caught in another fantasy that Sherlock was still alive as she had initially thought, which meant that his psychological condition was improving.

However, what Dr. Howard didn't know was that Sherlock Holmes was really alive, and it wasn't John's imagination.

"John remembers blogging." When John finished his consultation and opened the doorknob to leave, Amanda's playful and helpless voice came from behind.

"I see." The hand on the doorknob paused, John frowned, oh, how can a person who has never followed a blog write a blog for Dr. Howard to read?

Also, if he read the plot correctly, he will have to use a blog to record Sherlock's investigation records in the future?John was seriously thinking about the feasibility of Gu Yong's writing in his heart.

"Mr. Holmes is a very lucky man to be liked by you"

"Of course." Walking out of the building, John stretched out his hand to block the bright sunlight refracted from the glass windows. It's a good weather, right?John raised the corners of his mouth and took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his gray wool coat, finally he could move on to the next thing.It is perhaps one of the rare times in London that I think of him happily.