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

John and Sherlock got off the taxi in front of the 221B gate after returning from the supermarket with a full load. John only carried a big bag of things in his hand, and the other two bags were naturally carried in Sherlock's hands, which surprised the couple. It was at this point in time that they bumped into Mrs. Hudson, who was supposed to be happily going on a date.

"Sherlock, did you go to the supermarket? Do young people still have to bring their own ingredients to go abroad on their honeymoon?" Mrs. Hudson wore a pink dress, a pink round hat with a bouquet of flowers, and a long purple trench coat , holding a pink square imitation leather bag of the same style in his hand.It made John's thinking feel a little strange for a moment, and Mrs. Hudson's appearance was obviously similar to the protagonist in the case of his first blog published on the Internet two years ago - "Pink Research".

"Mrs. Hudson, how is your date with that...Mr. Rhodes?" John hesitated to ask, because he was not sure what the name of the man with Mrs. Hudson John was (although last night I seem to have vaguely heard Sherlock mention it), after bumping Sherlock secretly with his elbow, he saw the hint of his mouth shape, and then opened his mouth.It’s not that he’s forgetful, but that he’s dated too many men with Mrs. Hudson. Mrs. Hudson spends 360 of 250 days a year with men of different types, occupations and personalities. Spent, and all ended in failure.To describe it in one sentence, it is 'to go with joy and return with disappointment'.

John thinks that he doesn't have a memory palace like Sherlock, storing all the men Mrs. Hudson has dated as a huge database, and he can call up the memory file at any time to read the file at any time.

"John, don't mention it, he is absolutely terrible! We broke up!!" Mrs. Hudson's face changed color for a moment, and then quickly turned into a listless state. The well-prepared makeup on the face has dimmed a lot.In some respects it was easy to see that Mrs. Hudson's failure at the park had been a blow to Mrs. Hudson.

"..."

"..."

The couple John and Sherlock, who looked at each other, saw the four words "as expected" in each other's eyes tacitly.

"Okay, okay. Mrs. Hudson, men are like clothes. They are so old that they can't be new. I believe you will find a man who is better and more suitable for you next time." The thoughts in your heart are your thoughts, John Still sincerely stretched out his free hand and patted Mrs. Hudson's shoulder, gently comforting.

"However, before today's date, in my eyes, he is the perfect man who suits me the most." Mrs. Hudson was very sad. She took out a small yellow handkerchief from her bag and was about to wipe tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Facts have proved that he is a big liar with vain appearance. You are a blind woman with eyes and no eyes, aren't you?" Sherlock didn't open his mouth, but it hit Mrs. Hudson's mood to the bottom once again.

"Oh~ John! Take care of your Sherlock. Huh..." Mrs. Hudson threw away her handkerchief, went on stage with both hands, covered her face directly, and whimpered in a low voice.

"Why are you crying! Do you think you are still a fair lady of sixteen or seventeen years old? Every time you pretend to be hurt in front of me!" Sherlock, relying on his penetrating insight, of course easily saw through Hudson. The madam's sad and weeping was all faked, and she didn't even cover her hands carefully, so it's fine if there were no tears falling down, and even the corners of her eyes that were inadvertently exposed between her fingers were not red!And... In short, in Sherlock's view, it's okay to deceive an honest and docile person like John with Mrs. Hudson's poor acting skills. With his ability, he can pick out no less than 15 items at a glance. The flaw came out.

"Sherlock, shut up!"

"John, don't be so naive, the wife of a former leader of a drug cartel is not as fragile as you imagine." Seeing John's disapproving eyes, Sherlock disapproved.His John is just too stupid, naive, and easy to deceive, he can't do without watching!

"I've already said that in the group, I'm just an ordinary accountant in charge of accounting!" Hearing what Sherlock said, Mrs. Hudson put down her hands and retorted dissatisfiedly.She can't remember how many times she has emphasized that in her husband's drug cartel, she is really an ordinary accountant, why doesn't this brat Sherlock believe it even if he is beaten to death? !

"Are you really not crying? Mrs. Hudson!!!" John was stunned for a moment and then went straight into a rage.Could it be that the crying heartbroken appearance just now was an illusion?

"John, I want to eat. Turn grief and anger into appetite!" Mrs. Hudson clenched her fists and decisively chose to change the subject.

"you……"

"Okay, John just remember this lesson next time. Women are inherently deceiving creatures, and they are the same regardless of age or beauty."

"Really?"

"This is the truth. Don't believe in anyone, especially women. You just have to believe in me alone in the whole world." Sherlock never let go of any opportunity he could seize to educate his family's former military doctor, Commonly known as: brainwashing.

"I think Sherlock, you are possessive, right? Are you afraid that John will be snatched away by a woman?" Mrs. Hudson covered her mouth and laughed cheerfully.After knowing each other for so many years, she has never seen Sherlock so cute. It seems that, as she said, marriage will really change a lot of things about Sherlock. What makes her even more happy is that everything after marriage seems to be It's developing in a good direction, isn't it?

"What dominance? John is mine!"

"Well, shall we go home and cook?" John finally asked as he picked up the ingredients in the bag.

"No, I want to eat right now! Now, right now, right now!!" Mrs. Hudson recovered from the conversation with Sherlock, shaking her head like a rattle, and her usual behavior was almost indistinguishable. .

"Danny, give me five points for sirloin steak!"

"Five servings?!" In the Speedy Cafe across from Baker Street, the chubby and lovely boss Danny looked at Mrs. Hudson in surprise, then turned to look at John and the others, and asked clearly : "Mrs. Hudson is in love again?"

"What do you think?" John put the shopping bags in his and Sherlock's hands one by one on the storage counter in the cafe, and then winked at Danny.

"Oh~ I understand." Danny gestured quietly with his hand, indicating that he had received John's reminder, and held up the menu card in his hand to continue asking: "Do you want to add more sandwiches?"

"Oh~ come on! Danny, you'd better go home and spend Christmas with George, we've had enough of your loving sandwich. Can we change it?" John rolled his eyes.Since this Danny named the sandwich after his dear little friend, it has become the signature of this coffee shop. It is definitely recommended every time I come. Although the taste is indeed unparalleled, no matter how good the food is If you eat too much, you will feel nauseated, okay? !

"That's such a pity, there's chicken, bacon, pickled gherkins and lettuce to go with it..."

"Pair it with fresh cheddar cheese, right? I can recite it for you. You go fry steak and make coffee for us." John interrupted Danny's unrelenting recommendation, and waved him to hurry Work, don't you see that Mrs. Hudson can't wait to turn her grief into food?

"Well, one last thing, Danny and I will travel to seven countries in Europe together this Christmas, isn't it romantic?" Danny showed off to John in shock.

"It's romantic, okay?"

"That's about the same~ Wait a moment, the delicious sirloin steak and coffee will be ready soon."

"You and Sherlock will have a share, and the remaining three will be mine." Mrs. Hudson said proudly, waving her hands.

"Aren't you afraid that you'll lose weight again with a crying face after eating?" Sherlock said helplessly.He couldn't understand what was the point of Mrs. Hudson's behavior like this?Every time I went on a date with great enthusiasm, broke up and went home frustrated, and then turned my grief and anger into excessive appetite and eating, and finally had to grit my teeth and eat to lose weight for a long period of time.It's like a huge vicious circle going on and on like this.

"I have to finish eating, I don't have the energy to lose weight if I don't eat enough!"

"Mrs. Hudson, you are very old, can't you calm down?"

"You are standing and talking without pain in your back." Mrs. Hudson glanced at Sherlock, and John sitting beside him was adding two sugar cubes to his coffee carefully and considerately. How can a man who is loved by others I understand the lonely and desolate heart of her lonely old man~ After Danny brought the food to the table, Mrs. Hudson picked up the knife and fork in her hand with a murderous look, and saw the food on the plate viciously. Sirloin Steak.That way, he wasn't actually chopping a steak but seemed to be cutting today's date. John felt terrified when he saw it. If Sherlock hadn't confirmed that this was really the gentle and kind Mrs. Hudson, John thought someone disguised herself as her!The big detective sitting next to John looked extremely calm and natural from the beginning to the end, as if he was used to it.

After personally taking Mrs. Hudson back to her room, the two of them walked upstairs slowly with their things.After returning home, John went into the kitchen first, and put the three big bags of things he bought (the most of which were actually Sherlock's various high-energy and high-protein meats!) into the refrigerator by category.Then take out the bought strawberries and grapes and wash them, then peel and cut the peaches, put them one by one in the blue fruit plate, put two silver forks, make a pot of green tea, and finally put them together into the tray.

As soon as Sherlock came back, he nestled on his dark green couch, opened the silver-gray notebook in his hand, and opened his 'Research on Deductive Method' website to check for help messages, and quickly went 'pop' in frustration When he closed the computer with a bang, he didn't feel at all whether this expensive notebook would be violently dismantled by him.

"Master, I'm boring, boring..." Sherlock ignored his black handmade suit, and straightly threw himself into the sofa, kicking his feet on the sofa, and kept chanting words.

"Sherlock, what are you talking about? Speak up." John came out with a tray, bent down and put it on the coffee table in front of Sherlock, seeing this curly-haired detective staring at the ceiling with a blank expression, he felt a little nervous for a while. Speechless.He had heard the big detective nagging and complaining since he was in the kitchen just now, but it was so soft that he could not hear clearly.This person was fine when he was outside just now, so what happened now?

"It's so boring!!!" Sherlock, who has always been selective in obeying John's words, turned his head away, but his body was still turned towards the back of the chair, ignoring this uncomfortable sight He just yelled at John directly.

"..." John, covering his ears, rolled his eyes silently in his heart, Sherlock, you don't need to be so loud!The ceiling of our house is not as strong as you imagined. God knows if it will fall down and kill us at any time if you yell like this again?At that time, Mrs. Hudson will definitely hold your hand and cry for you! !

"Boring, boring or boring! Where are all the criminals in London? Should I be glad that I didn't go there to hang around?! Could it be that everyone is going home for the holidays when Christmas is approaching? Isn't Christmas the time to take advantage of it?" When those fools in the square celebrate that false God, shouldn’t there be a few terrorist attacks or human bombs or all kinds of crimes that emerge in an endless stream?” Sherlock held his head, pouted, and continued to pretend to be It rolled over and over like a black spring roll, without stopping for a moment.

"Sherlock, boring is boring. If you dare to run to the criminal and become the second deep well ice Moriarty, I will be the first to let you go." John picked up a piece with a silver fork and cut it The peach was stuffed into Sherlock's mouth, blocking his resentful mouth like a grieving woman in the palace, sitting next to Sherlock, reaching out to pour himself a cup of green cup and taking a sip, warm The hot tea flowed from his throat into his stomach, and John felt much more comfortable. "For God's sake, are you bored after only the second day of your marriage? We're going to stay here for three days, and there's not a single case to mobilize your mind?"

"Obviously, no!" Sherlock's mouth was stuffed with fruit, but he still spoke clearly. He reached out and took out the fork from his mouth, and continued to complain to John, "There are no newspapers, websites, or Lestrade!!"

"Oh~ what a pity~" John tried not to look so perfunctory in front of Sherlock.A tentative proposal, "Why don't you cook supper tonight?"

"Don't even think about it." It was enough to do the red bean porridge last time!He is a great detective who specializes in solving crimes rather than a cook who specializes in cooking.

"Then...you help me blog about the wedding case?" Seeing that Sherlock was not interested in his proposal just now, John thought about it seriously, and then continued to suggest.

"Wedding murder?"

"This topic is quite simple."

"Jonathan, the backup photographer at our wedding, accidentally got involved in a triangle relationship because he wholeheartedly wanted to avenge his brother, and then wrongly killed his lover for revenge but failed, so he died in jail. In fact, that mistress was the biggest winner. "

"Sherlock, you can add a little bit of oil and vinegar, are you going to get a blog done in a few words?"

"But that's what it means. This is a case, not a novel. It's not as romantic as you said. It's all a lie. The reality is much more troublesome, cruel and bloody than what you wrote on your blog. "

"Are you jealous that my blog is more popular than your 'deductive research' that no one cares about?"

"Damn! Who is jealous who is a puppy!!"

"Even if you are a puppy, in my eyes, you are the most handsome and intelligent one in the British Empire." John told Sherlock jokingly, and then handed the big detective his cup of green tea, and he said After a long time, I guess I should be thirsty, right?

Sherlock didn't mind at all, he poured all the remaining tea into his mouth along John's hand, and then naturally enjoyed John's gentle movement of wiping the corners of his mouth thoughtfully with a tissue, waiting for John's hand to After leaving, he put the cup in John's hand. In ancient China, it would be like a whole landlord. "John, I don't want to discuss this completely meaningless topic anymore. I feel like my brain is running like a wild horse, it is about to die! Damn no one dares to come out and jump Da? Let me get one if I catch one, and one if I catch two."

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived——

"Is someone here?" John could easily hear the door of 221B being opened, and he could tell from the sound of footsteps that this person was neither Mrs. Hudson nor anyone else he knew.

"Listen to the sound of footsteps, it's a man and a woman." Sherlock also turned over from the sofa and sat up, as if he had been electrocuted, with his feet raised, with a serious appearance.

"You have already said that, so now can you start to talk about your case in detail, Mr. Harcourt." After 10 minutes, Sherlock, who was already very impatient with the visitor's endless self-introduction Holding back his temper, he had no choice but to repeat the reminder.

"Sherlock, are you sure I want to stay and take notes?" John wasn't too keen on it.

"You can do what you want." Sherlock looked up at John, squinted his eyes indifferently, and explained: "John, you used to take notes, every time a guest came up for consultation. You still I will put the case on your blog to make people watch it like a monkey."

"Well, it's just that I haven't written for too long, and I don't really want to start writing." John stood up and shrugged, and walked to the study to find words and pens, and sat next to Sherlock to start writing seriously. Follow-up case transcripts.

"My name is Anda Magellan, and I am a watch dealer. All the money in our bank account disappeared overnight. There is no trace in the bank, and the password of that bank account is only me and my wife Helena. I know." Under Sherlock's urging, Magellan and his wife looked at each other, and finally began to describe the case.

"How many people are there in your family?" Sherlock clasped his hands together at the corners of his lips, looking up and down at the Magellan couple.

"There are only four people in our family, me, my wife, a three-year-old son and an old servant who has worked in our house for a long time."

"Why don't you suspect that servant?"

"That's impossible. He watched me grow up. To me, he is my other relative in this world. I absolutely believe in him!" Magellan said firmly.

"What about your wife?"

"There's absolutely no reason for Helena to do that."

"Of course she has a reason to do it. Makeup, clothes, jewelry, and rings that are often taken off her hands." Sherlock squinted, staring at the hand of the watchmaker sitting on the sofa opposite him to show intimacy A woman with a high level easily got the answer he needed, and he didn't even need to continue asking.

"Your wife has a man outside. That man should be your deputy or a powerful subordinate. They have been having an affair for no less than three years. They have been planning your family property for a long time. Also, your son seems to be It's safer to have a DNA test."

Sherlock quickly came to a conclusion, and then waved John to see him off. For Sherlock, a pair of consultants finally came, but it was such a simple and clear case, which really disappointed him!

"John, give me my notebook. It's been an hour and seven minutes. There are always a few of the 7 people in London who will write messages during this time." Sherlock put his hands on the armrest , The whole person was paralyzed on the sofa and began to point fingers at John like an uncle.

"For God's sake! Sherlock, you have both hands and feet, why don't you get them yourself?" John, who sent the guests back through the gate on the first floor, asked back with a headache while holding his forehead.

"It's a matter of principle. No matter how close this thing is to me, as long as it's out of my reach, it's far away." Sherlock spoke with confidence.

"..." John now knows that laziness can also be a matter of principle?

Three minutes later, the notebook in the detective's hand was violently damaged again.

Sherlock pursed his lips and began to return to the sofa to make spring rolls as if he had just returned home. John watched the man start to play tantrums again, and John could only laugh silently in his heart.Sitting on the couch where he was lying, he stretched out his hand to stroke the curly hair on the big detective probe. It felt good, and then he stretched out his hand to pat it, and warned, "Sherlock, don't lose your temper."

"John, you're touching my head again!" Sherlock reached out and patted John's hand away, covering the fluffy and soft curly hair with both hands, with an even more aggrieved expression on his face.He wants a case, don't touch his hair!

"Are we going back to Oklahoma tomorrow?"

"do not want!"

"Sherlock!"

"We clearly agreed not to go back until Christmas, why did we go back early?"

"Is it not good?"

"Not good! I'd rather go to Mycroft!!" Between the old Holmes couple and his brother Mycroft, Sherlock had to choose one of two evils, and the latter was more reliable.

"Okay, then let's go visit Mycroft tomorrow, and then go back to Oklahoma with him!" John took the words graciously.

"John~~~" Sherlock saw that acting coquettishly and showing weakness didn't work, and John was obviously reticent, so he rolled back to the sofa facing the wall in dissatisfaction, and turned his back to John resolutely.

"Okay, stop making trouble." John put his arms around Sherlock's waist from behind, kissed the black curly hair a few times tenderly, and patted Sherlock's back lightly.

"Hmph~ Then I won't go to Mycroft tomorrow." Sherlock turned his back to John and began to raise conditions.

"If you don't go, are you willing to stay at home obediently?"

"I'm sure I'm honest."

"Okay. Then don't be angry anymore." John put his hands around Sherlock's shoulders, stole a kiss on the big detective's cheek, and then smiled brightly.

Between the two of them, who indulged whom, who tolerated whom, who knows?

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