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

Mary Le Boon Restaurant

John and Mary sat on opposite sides of the dining table silently.

John coughed unnaturally, raised the tall glass in his hand and took a sip of lemonade in a disguised manner, and after putting the glass back to its original place, John said awkwardly: "Mary, I came to you today I have something to tell you."

Mary is wearing a purple polka-dot gauze dress today, which complements her graceful body, her skin is more than snow, and the green eyes under her short blond hair just look at him, quietly waiting for what he will say next.I have to say that Mary Morstan is a beautiful woman who fully fits John's aesthetics, but unfortunately John is gay and doesn't like women, otherwise she would definitely be a well-deserved candidate for Mrs. Watson.

"Mary, I'm not a good man." Some difficult words, once said, become so much easier.

"As a man, you will do housework, you will go shopping for food and daily necessities together with me when the festival supermarket is discounted, you can enter the kitchen, you can go out of the living room, and of course the bed is also good. The appearance is cute and gentle like Teddy , with a gentle, courageous and responsible personality, and at the same time an excellent surgeon. John, you are already good enough, don't be so humble." Mary shook her head, disapprovingly refuted John's words.

Immediately, she showed a shy smile and added hopefully: "If we get married in the future, you will definitely become a good husband and father. I believe in you."

"Unfortunately, I'm destined not to be a good husband and father." John gritted his teeth and decided to tell Mary straight to the point, "Sorry, I don't think I should continue to deceive you."

"John, what's the matter with you today? Are you feeling unwell?" Mary looked at John with concern as if she didn't hear him, stood up from the chair, and stretched out her palm to test John's forehead temperature.

John subconsciously leaned back, stretched out his hand and patted the back of Mary's hand, motioned her to sit back and continued the interrupted topic, "Mary, I'm fine, I'm not sick. At the same time, what I just said is also true. It's from my heart, can you listen carefully to what I have to say?"

Mary's eyes dimmed for a moment, she pulled out a stiff smile, shrugged her shoulders, and suggested: "John, I'm hungry, can we talk about other things after we finish dinner? I don't want us to have dinner I'm in no mood. By the way, are you going back to work at the clinic tomorrow? You've been on leave for three full days, and there are so many patients recently that they all call you for a diagnosis. I want to ask your opinion."

"Sorry, I have already submitted my resignation letter." When John decided to move back to 221B Baker Street, he had already started thinking about quitting the private clinic where he worked. After all, he had never really studied medicine and was not very interested in it. .Although Dean Smith did not understand his approach and repeatedly promised to raise his salary to keep him, but under John's firm insistence, he finally approved his resignation.What made him happy was that because of John's good work record in the past two years, Dean Smith counted John's unfulfilled month's time as one month's salary settlement and credited it to his bank card.

For that, John is deeply grateful.

After all, this is the only source of income for him when he first arrived in this strange world. Money is not everything, but no money is absolutely impossible. The importance of money.However, he is still not interested in being a professional doctor. It can be said that he, who has died once, is not very interested in many things. He just wants to have a good life while his life is still under the control of an unknown system. Live every day counts as a day, after all, it is already a great gift and miracle to live again.What's more, after Sherlock returned, he believed that he would not have much time to hang out in the clinic. Instead of fishing for three days and drying the net for two days, he might as well resign early and leave a good impression on the clinic.

"Is it because of me?" Mary couldn't calm down anymore, she looked at John with a sad face, her eyes flushed instantly, and she looked weak and pitiful.

"No, I want to change my career. When I became a doctor in a private hospital, I just wanted to find something to divert my attention. You know that my state in the past two years has been really bad."

"Does this have something to do with our breakup?" Mary reached out to take the tissue from John, smiled shyly, and then said firmly, "John, if you want to change your environment, I don't care. Marry Chickens follow chickens, dogs marry dogs, and I can do as husbands and wives do!"

"Mary, do you still remember the story I told you?" John really felt that he couldn't stand Mary's kindness.

"The old story between you and Sherlock?" Mary pouted, pulling the tissue in her hand reluctantly, and looked up at John from time to time.

"I've been in pain for the past two years, because Sherlock left me." John decided to cut the mess quickly, and didn't want to continue to use euphemisms, "I thought I could get rid of this pain by choosing you, but no, Mary, I have to admit a fact."

"what?"

"I still love that man. It hasn't changed in the past two years. It's just that I deceive myself and don't want to admit it."

"Oh, John." Mary put the cover on John's hand on the table, and said with a lot of emotion: "I thought I had helped you get rid of the pain of losing Sherlock. It's hard to find a woman like me. I know that you are very lucky to have met me in the past two years."

The corners of John's eyes twitched, but he still sincerely agreed with Mary's words, "I think so, it is indeed a great fortune to meet you."

"However, you, a heartless man, will tear down the bridge when you cross the river. It's really chilling." Mary covered her face with her hands, her voice sad and lingering.

"..." John with a black line on his head.

Who was it that praised him just now as the number one man in the world who lives at home?Why did he become a 'heartless' heartless man again in the blink of an eye?Women are fickle creatures, and John thinks it's better for him not to provoke them.

"If he didn't die and suddenly appeared in front of you, what would you do?" Mary sneered, withdrew her mournful expression, and turned to staring at John with one hand propped on her chin. She was a little curious about John's answer.

Mary is a very smart woman. As soon as she found John, she already knew that this man had someone in her heart - the famous 'liar' detective Sherlock Holmes in the whole of Britain.Of course, Mary never thought Sherlock Holmes was a liar. On the contrary, she thought he was a hero, just like John.Anyone with a bit of a brain and a clear mind can probably detect how flawed the "liar" incident that caused a sensation in London was. It's a pity that the vast majority of people in this world are always ordinary people who follow the crowd and follow what others say.

What made Mary even more curious was: Why did Sherlock Holmes jump into it without hesitation knowing that it was a trap?

"I don't know." John thought for a while, and answered Mary's question honestly.

"But you believe I like Sherlock?"

Mary rolled her eyes and spread her hands, "If when you and I were together, the topic of discussion didn't always have the name 'Sherlock Holmes' in your mouth, maybe I would still doubt it. Think about it, if you don’t like that man, would you ignore a beautiful and beautiful current girlfriend because of him who has passed away? You will always add two sugars to your girlfriend’s coffee, again and again Have you forgotten her habit of drinking coffee without sugar and only with milk? Will you call Sherlock's name again and again in your sleep in the middle of the night?"

"Uh, obviously?" John subconsciously reached out to touch his beard, but only felt a little rough green dregs, and then he realized that he went to the one that Mrs. Hudson enthusiastically recommended this morning. Hair cut and shave in hair salon.

"Oh John, this couldn't be more obvious! According to what you told me, two years ago you unconditionally condoned, trusted and even supported your great detective who is always whimsical and adventurous to do some dangerous things. Even It’s all reached the point where life and death will never be separated, and you have no regrets!” Mary drank her saliva, and continued to express her opinions, “Since Sherlock left, when did you not think about him when you ate, slept and worked? I don’t really like gay friends, what is it?”

"Actually, at that time I really regarded Sherlock as my best friend. It was these days that I fully realized that I liked him." John smiled a little embarrassedly.What he said was true. The original John had always regarded Sherlock as his best friend, and he only decided to like Sherlock Holmes when he traveled here.

"Don't be kidding, if there is such a 'best friend', I want one too!" Mary expressed her dissatisfaction immediately.Why hasn't she met such a good 'best friend' before?She really doesn't mind having a lily relationship.

"Ha ha……"

"John, don't you mind if I go to the bathroom first? I'm about to be broken up by my boyfriend. You must let me find a place to wipe my tears first, right?" Mary stood up, left her seat to find the bathroom went.

The fading away background is still beautiful, but it seems to faintly reveal a sense of sadness and loneliness. John feels blocked in his heart when he looks at it. He just wanted to speak, but he was prompted by the appearance of the target person who suddenly sounded in his mind. The sound cut off, and the frantic noise didn't nearly give John the illusion of a mess in the wind.

It seems that the target of the raid has appeared!

John subconsciously raised his head and glanced around the restaurant. A tall, slender man with curly black hair wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses held a menu in his hand—a big man dressed as a standard restaurant waiter. detective?

John lowered his head twitchingly at the corner of his mouth, and pulled up a menu to cover up his expression. At the same time, he was silently mad in his heart, what happened to the two black beards on that man's face? !Don't think that he can't see it, it was obviously drawn on it with an ink pen! !Before John could finish his maddening, the familiar voice in his memory rang in his ears—"Sir, may I help you?"'