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

Full name of the system: Detective Sherlock Love Raiders Game System

Character: Lou Yining is now renamed John H. Holmes

Target: Sherlock Holmes

Time: unlimited

Rewards: There are different rewards for successful completion of each stage, and the final reward is to realize a participant's wish

Punishment: Failure in each stage will have different punishments, and the final failure will be obliterated

Progress: 90%

John was awakened by the long-lost electronic notification sound of the cold system, and he was a little dazed for a moment. Well, it is true that the system has not appeared for a long time, and he almost forgot that he still has such a thing.A fluorescent blue system panel automatically popped up in his mind, and John was a little surprised when he saw that the red progress bar on it had reached 90%.Where did he touch the key point of the curly-haired detective, which suddenly enlightened his emotional intelligence?

Could it be that the fact that he failed to counterattack but was suppressed last night, and was tortured to death by Sherlock aroused Sherlock's latent EQ?However, the idea of ​​being suppressed a few more times will be avoided, and his old waist does not want to be reimbursed in advance by this energetic detective.Forget it, isn't there still 10% progress to reach the goal?He had plenty of time to spend slowly with the big detective.

Now that he was woken up by the system, he had no intention of going back to sleep. John reached out and clenched his hands into fists and rubbed his sleepy eyes before slowly opening them. The light outside was completely obscured by the thick curtains. It was tightly blocked, and the bedroom was still dark, making it impossible to feel the specific time.With difficulty and care, John twisted his head resting on Sherlock's arm to the other side of the wall, and looked up at the clock on the wall, which showed 1:35 am.Calculated in this way, he and Sherlock have been fooling around in bed for almost twelve hours?Even the wedding night was a little too much nonsense.

He said that Sherlock has always been quite sensitive, but maybe subconsciously he has gradually become accustomed to having him around him, so the movement of his turning around at this time did not wake up the great detective.John supported his cheek with one hand, and his bones were still sore after the intense j□j last night, but he didn't feel too uncomfortable, probably because Sherlock dealt with the aftermath of his body after he passed out.John, who was lazy and didn't want to move, just looked at the sleeping curly-haired detective quietly, his long eyelashes trembling with his breathing, his expression when he was asleep was not as cold and sharp as when he was awake, and he muttered slightly. The sleeping face with the mouth open, looks a little like a child.

John stretched out his hands playfully to tease Sherlock's two long and thick eyelashes, and slid his fingers lightly back and forth. He found that few people would be distracted to notice the long and thick eyelashes of the great detective. He is very beautiful, even more beautiful than many girls, but it is a pity that he is usually ignored by people under his strong aura.Of course, John likes to hear it, and all the qualities of Sherlock, good or bad, as long as he alone knows and owns it.

"John..." Sherlock woke up quickly as John had expected. He opened his eyes and saw that John was harassing him. Then he relaxed the nerves that had subconsciously tensed up when he woke up just now, and then he squeezed his lips. lips, murmured his lover's name, then without saying anything, he raised his head and bit John's lip as a punishment, then kissed it.

After an intense and fiery wedding night, this kiss belonged to the couple, with a bit of indescribable tenderness and lingering affection. John was pressed into Sherlock's arms, and John also obediently fell on his chest, with his hands loose. Putting it on his shoulder, accepting Sherlock's kiss from top to bottom.After a while, the two of them released their lips inseparably, and John, panting slightly, nestled into Sherlock's cool neck, rubbing it affectionately and affectionately.

"John, I have to tell you a piece of regrettable news." The couple whispered together for a long time before getting up from the bed, washing and dressing intimately together, and then Sherlock answered a phone call. Finally, he said to John with no regrets on his face: "It seems that your trip to the world of casinos has to be postponed for a few days."

"Why?" John came out of the kitchen, sat on the green armchair sofa next to Sherlock, took a sip of coffee, then handed the other cup of coffee to Sherlock, asking puzzledly .Sherlock already knew early on how much he was looking forward to the trip to Las Vegas in the United States. Of course, Sherlock also knew that what he was looking forward to most were the dollar bills that were about to fly into his pocket.

"Mommy hopes that our family can get together for Christmas in three days, and then go on honeymoon." Sherlock shook the black iPhone in front of John before throwing it casually On the sofa.After taking John's coffee, he couldn't wait to take a sip before explaining comfortably.

"Go back to Oklahoma?"

"Yes."

"But, isn't your Holmes family never celebrating Christmas?"

"Originally, holidays are never celebrated, but this year is an exception. Who told us that the two of us are Christmas weddings."

"Well, I'm actually looking forward to it."

"'Expectation'? You actually used the word anticipation!" Sherlock stared at John with an incredulous look.By God!He really can't think of what to expect from the so-called 'Christmas'?Perhaps one of the few things he and Mycroft have in common is the same detestable distaste for Christmas and all kinds of bland family dinners.

"Can't I expect that?" John rolled his eyes at Sherlock, what's the fuss about? !Sherlock will never understand how much he longs for family reunions.

"In my opinion, Christmas is an absurd day created by human beings' unrealistic fantasies about God. It is simply a festival to celebrate all the hypocrisy, absurdity, darkness and injustice in this world of money and vanity. Oh~ casually celebrate the whole human being The doomed end of the world. Besides, this gaudy festival simply provides profiteers all over the British Empire with a steady stream of opportunities to make money from those fools."

"Sherlock, you think so, which means you are indeed a high-functioning sociopath." John reached out and patted Sherlock on the shoulder, shaking his head and saying affirmatively.

"But, that's what Mycroft thought too, but he never said it out." Seeing John's reaction, Sherlock immediately sold McCoff together without hesitation.

"...Uh, Mycroft must have been infected by you, right?" John's words were a little uncertain.

"...It's really not convincing." Mycroft will be infected by him, and it will be impossible in the next life!

"Ahem~! Alright, let's not talk about this, let's go to the supermarket together." Originally, according to the plan of the two of them, they planned to fly to Las Vegas, USA for their honeymoon on the second night of their wedding. In other words, their food storage was empty.However, because of a sudden and temporary change of plan, they still need to stay in 221B for three days, so they have to go to the supermarket again to replenish the food storage for three days before returning to Oklahoma.

"John, would you like to have another 'close chat' with the cash register?"

"No, I will directly escalate to a violent solution." John glanced at Sherlock with a smirk. Isn't it just a misunderstanding with a supermarket cash register back then?Why does this damned detective always obsess over this!

"Everyone knows that I never go out easily. You can grab anyone on the streets of London and ask them." Sherlock put his hands and feet on his exclusive red sofa chair and made the last desperate struggle.God knows, what would John love to go to the supermarket like those housewives?Did something go wrong during the two years he left?The most important thing!He didn't understand why he was implicated in the supermarket?Didn't John know that he, the world's only consulting detective, never set foot outside 221B Baker Street unless he had a case to investigate?This is common sense, and all his loyal little fans know it! !

"Unfortunately, I'm not your little fan, but your partner." John shrugged and said in a very regretful tone.

"You said that you also admired me very much. You just got married yesterday, but you changed today. John, you are so easy to change your mind. How can this be done..." Sherlock turned his head, muttering with resentment on his face.

"Stop talking nonsense, get off the sofa chair! Going out!!"

"What if I don't want to go out?"

"It is also upgraded to a violent solution." In the dictionary of the former military doctor, fists are the most effective way to deal with this big detective who is so intelligent.Absolute intelligence in the face of absolute force, that is a vulnerable paper tiger!

"..." So, John has changed! ! !

No matter if, no matter whether Sherlock is unwilling or not, in short, he was put on clothes by John and carried out, stuffed into a taxi, and kicked into a supermarket that he hadn't been in for 800 years.

In the vegetable section of the supermarket, John was pleasantly surprised to find that there are actually Chinese broccoli for sale. Although it is a bit expensive, these green vegetables are always sold as meat in the UK.John carefully selected two cabbages at the vegetable stand, then caught a glimpse of the Chinese cabbage next to him, and picked some more.Since coming to the UK, when eating in restaurants, these Chinese home-cooked dishes have been regarded as the decoration of Western food or the side dishes in hamburgers. The Chinese restaurants are better, but the taste is still not what John likes. , Anyone who eats it in his mouth feels unauthentic.

"John, I don't want to eat plants!" Seeing John keep throwing vegetables into the cart, Sherlock pouted unhappily and stared condescendingly at the vegetables in the cart, as if The cabbage will disappear on this earth as if by magic.

"Sherlock, no matter how talented you are, you can't be picky eaters." After John patted his curly hair reassuringly, he threw a few potatoes into the cart while Sherlock turned his head away to make a fuss.

"I want to eat meat."

"You will be malnourished if you eat meat every day." Does anyone know that the big detective Sherlock is actually a guy who loves meat?When Sherlock usually investigates cases and does experiments, he always refuses any food on the grounds that it will disturb his thinking, but once he has time and space to eat, the knife and fork in his hand will always be poked with the most various kinds of meat. !

"Meat is high in calories and protein, and they give my brain and body the energy I need."

"Aren't you afraid of being fat?"

"Oh~ I have exercised, such as walking in the streets of London to digest food and investigate the case to chase the criminal. Also, I am not Mycroft, he has to worry about whether his beer belly will come back every day. Two circles up, because he loves meat as much as I do. Also, after our wedding banquet, as I expected, he has to spend a lot of time and energy today to go to his exclusive dentist for a checkup, haha ~" Sherlock gushed all the way from him to Mycroft, who was, as always, relentless about the burden of speaking out about his brother's image-destroying project in front of John.

John sneaked a glance at the vegetables in the trolley basket that Sherlock was pushing, and after silently evaluating whether the portion was enough, he looked at Sherlock calmly with doubts on his face, trying to distract the big detective. Attention, mouth asked: "Why is McCoff going to the dentist today?"

"Because I saw him secretly eating two whole black forest cakes and a cup of fruit ice cream yesterday. He thought he was hiding well, but unfortunately I still found it. John, you didn't see the left hand of Mycroft. Standing in an empty room with a cup of ice cream in his right hand and a silver spoon in his right hand, after being knocked out by me on the spot, the look of shame on his face made him want to smash the spoon directly into my face." Sherlock Excitedly dancing and gesticulating with John with both hands, the expression on his face was beaming, as if a minor kid had succeeded in a prank.

"Mycroft wouldn't want to hit you with something for no reason, did you provoke him again?"

"I didn't!" Sherlock said decisively, and then slowly added, "I just had a good and serious analysis with him about his hairline that is going bald and will continue to deteriorate, and his growing hairline. It’s just a bigger belly, I’m telling the truth.”

John looked at Sherlock suspiciously, feeling that the last innocent "tell the truth" was very watery.Based on his understanding of Sherlock's harsh mouth to a certain extent, to the extent that Mycroft, who has always been calm and calm, was so angry that he wanted to throw a spoon at him, he and McCoff's so-called instance analysis made up words The language is absolutely extraordinary.John sighed, with some persuasion, "Sherlock, the consequences of offending Mycroft are serious."

"For God's sake! McCaw has always been the one to provoke me!!"

"So, you listed him as your number one enemy." John sighed, and continued to walk in the supermarket area. In front of him was the meat section. Sherlock's favorite foods were all here. Locke is a picky eater, but he will not let this big detective who is willing to eat like a normal person under his supervision be hungry. As Sherlock said, if he doesn't eat two more pieces of meat, how can he have energy? To chase the criminal?

John sometimes feels that the only consulting detective in the world is really what his brother Mycroft said. Sherlock, who has maintained a rebellious period for more than ten years, is still worried about those who were bullied by Mycroft when he was a child. ' and two or three things about it.So, John thinks that sometimes people's memory is too good to be a good thing, especially Sherlock, who has a memory palace comparable to a supercomputer in his head, and is particularly vengeful and stingy towards those who care about him.

"Of course he is. If there is no accident, he will continue to be honored to be in the position." Sherlock said, but his eyes were fixed on the meaty area that was full of beautiful things.Calm and self-possessed green eyes approached, observing the meat with a kind of eyes that looked at the quality of experimental products, looking for trouble to choose the one he wanted to eat most among the dazzling variety of meat, in his eyes After scanning the locked piece of meat, he stretched out two fingers and put them into the stacked piles of packed meat at an incredible speed, picked them up precisely, and threw them into him in one go. in the cart.Then, under John's stunned gaze, all kinds of beef, pork, and German sausages filled the entire cart basket at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering the basket with the vegetables John had just picked and disappeared.

"I still want to eat lamb chops. Eating this is the best way to replenish energy in the winter." Sherlock's hand was still in the posture of reaching out to grab something, and he looked aggrieved at him and the meat cooler. John, who put his hips on his hips to prevent him from continuing to act madly, his eyes were transformed into gray-green under the reflection of the bright LED lights of the supermarket. The sense of grievance and dissatisfaction was abruptly stuffed into it, which also made this great detective look more like a human being with warmth and emotion.

"Sherlock, if you know that this trolley can feed us for a month, I think you should put your hands away. We don't have that much room in our fridge unless you're willing to put it in." If you throw out those weird experimental items you put in the laboratory refrigerator, we can consider continuing to put them." John tempted to throw a bait to the big detective, he wanted to see what the big detective was eating A choice between meat and outlandish experiments.

"John~~~" Sherlock bit his lower lip, and walked back and forth between Mutton and John in some embarrassment, his furrowed brows showed the entanglement in his heart at the moment.

"Sherlock, you have to think clearly." John continued to gloat and add to the chaos.

"Hmph~! I don't want it anymore..." The big detective patted his black wool trench coat with backbone, raised his sharp and thin chin, glanced at the frozen meat cabinet with disdain, pushed the car with his head upright and strode straight He walked forward without hesitation, and when he passed by John's side, he deliberately hummed heavily to show that he was very dissatisfied now.

"Sherlock, are you angry?" John shook his head, showing a helpless smile, but stood there without moving, watching Sherlock's back that was always as straight as a mountain.

"John, are you going or not?" After a few seconds, Sherlock, who had already reached the other end of the passage, stopped, turned around and shouted at John impatiently, regardless of the people around him. people watching.

"Here we come!" A big smile suddenly appeared on John's face, and he even foolishly showed his bright and dazzling white teeth.Then, raising his legs and walking quickly gradually turned into a run. Regardless of everyone's surprised eyes, he bumped into the big detective's arms and hugged his waist tightly.

See, he knew that no matter how fast the great detective walked or how long he walked, he would quietly wait for him to catch up at a certain place, and he would not leave him alone or make him uneasy.

"Sherlock, don't think you put a box of cigarettes in your belt, I don't know where you hide it!" John raised his head and patted Sherlock's waist.

"Tsk! Old smokers don't have a good life in London these days."

"Sherlock? Can't you stick nicotine tablets?"

"Hmph~ It's better to stick nicotine tablets than you!"

"What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything!!"

"..."

The author has something to say: I accidentally failed to save the manuscript last night, so I have to recode it again today