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

Back in time a dozen or so hours ago, outside Magnuson's office

John couldn't laugh or cry as he watched the great detective reluctantly followed Mary into the office to meet Magnuson, sitting alone on the reception sofa outside, habitually looking around and observing the surrounding environment like a great detective.The bright sunlight that is rarely seen in London is refracted in through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows on three sides in the lobby, making the interior show a bright color. A large hexagonal crystal chandelier hangs in the center of the white carved ceiling. There are some bright spots on the floor that look like stars, and they are scattered directly on the three-piece beige sofa directly below. The quality of the sofa is very good, and the texture is very soft and comfortable to sit on.From this, John came to the conclusion in his heart: This newspaper building was indeed spent a lot of money on renovations, and Magnuson, the owner of the newspaper, is really rich!

Well, in fact, John is just following Sherlock and getting used to subconsciously observing the surroundings. He is not like the big detective who can draw some particularly mysterious conclusions by looking around casually. In Sherlock Holmes In front of the brothers, John would never deny that he was just an ordinary mortal with a head as small as a goldfish.

It's not that John is not smart enough, but that the IQs of the Holmes brothers are too high!Compared with them, most people should be a group of goldfish, right?

"John, do you need a cup of coffee? Black coffee has no milk and only two sugars. I always remember your habit very clearly." Mary walked out of the office, and gently closed the office door with her backhand, and then Turning around, stepping on purple high-heeled shoes, she walked to the sofa where John was sitting in a graceful manner, stood still, and asked with a generous smile.A trace of nostalgia flashed quickly in Mary's beautiful eyes. How long has it been since the two of them have been alone together?

"Uh...no need, Mary." John raised his hands in front of Mary, and he was still holding two coffee paper cups that he and Sherlock bought at the commissary on the first floor of the newspaper building below. Two cups of coffee Actually, I didn’t drink much, so there’s no need to bother Mary and waste coffee beans. John looked up and said to Mary helplessly, “I haven’t finished the coffee I just bought.”

"Bought from the commissary down below?" Glancing at the paper cup in John's hand, Mary sat down on the sofa next to John while talking.This abrupt move made John subconsciously move to the gap of the sofa next to him, and put a little distance between him and Mary.He and Mary have nothing to do, but if Sherlock sees it, judging from the childish character of the jealous but unconscious big detective, John can already predict that the next thing will definitely become one after another farce.Oh~ by God!Please don't infer Sherlock's words and deeds according to common sense. God knows what unexpected things he will do at that time? !

"John, are you avoiding me?" Mary was not a girl to be fooled.Although she is inferior to Sherlock in terms of IQ, she can still get rid of the big detective by more than two blocks in terms of observing words and emotions and emotional intelligence! "John, although we don't have that kind of relationship now, your attitude of avoiding me like this really hurts my heart. I thought we were still friends after all, right?"

"That...friend? That's right! Of course we are friends, I just don't want to..." John scratched his head a little helplessly, then put it down neatly, clasped his hands on his knees, and looked From time to time, he floated between the direction of the office door and Mary.

"You just don't want Sherlock to misunderstand us, right?" Mary followed John's awkward eyes, turned her head and looked at the tightly closed office together with John's eyes, with a tone of resignation.Why is that self-righteous big detective so lucky to get John's love?

"Mary, you should be able to understand." John didn't deny it, he understood it very well.Facing a smart woman, especially a woman who is outstanding in all aspects, many things just need to be known to each other. Some words don't need to be said too clearly, and the thin layer of paper can be easily torn , will only make the truth hurt more.

"John, what's so good about Sherlock?"

"Uh, that guy is not good at all. He is self-willed, mischievous, self-centered and often makes fun of me, but I just love him. What can I do?" John spread his hands, although he was complaining about Xia. Locke's words, but the irresistible upturn of the mouth made Mary once again clearly know how sweet and happy John's life is now.Mary knew that this was the relaxed expression that John never showed when he was with her. Mary can still remember that their life together at that time seemed harmonious, but John was never really happy. I still remember the great detective Sherlock Holmes who 'fake death'.

"John, if Sherlock really dies. Would you consider staying with me, getting married and having children, and spending the rest of your life?" Mary looked up at John without blinking, and asked meticulously.

"...The problem is he's not dead yet?" Sherlock was clearly sitting in Magnuson's office negotiating a deal with that disgusting newspaper owner, only one door away from him, what did Mary assume Not good, why do you have to assume that Sherlock is going to die?John was speechless for a moment.

"I mean 'if'! 'if'!!" Mary rolled her eyes silently, ignoring the noble and glamorous aura she had maintained since John and Sherlock came in. "John, can't you have a little taste and imagination? Use your round little head to think about it! I don't know how the great detective can stand you?"

"..." Mary, if you stay with Sherlock for a few days, then you will understand that the problem is not how the great detective can stand him, but how he can stand that lawless detective!He groaned silently in his heart. Although John was not very happy, but under Mary's still persistent gaze, his eyes still reluctantly shifted from the closed office door that he was staring at wholeheartedly to Mary. Touching his clean and clean chin, John tilted his head and thought quietly for a few seconds, then said the answer: "If Sherlock really died two years ago, if there are no accidents, I should be with you You are a good girl, Mary, and I once liked you from the bottom of my heart."

It's a pity that there are many kinds of 'like', but that's not 'love'!

"Well, I just feel very sorry. It would be great if Sherlock Holmes died." Mary spread her hands, and a dark light flashed quickly in her eyes.

"Mary, your jokes are still as cold as ever." John waved his hands disapprovingly.The great detective was only nine lives away, he would have died so easily there, and he, a former military doctor who had been on the battlefield anyway, was not a show.

"Mary Morstan was a stillborn in 1972. Her tombstone is in Chiswick Cemetery. However, five years ago, I took her name and date of birth. I stole her identity. So John you Don't you think it's strange? All the friends I know have been with each other since five years ago. These tricks are not unfamiliar to me, after all, my previous identity should be extraordinary." Mary paused, and then said: "John , I am an absconded agent from another country.”

"Haha~ This cold joke is even colder, okay? I said earlier that you are not suitable for telling jokes, and I am the only one who is willing to join in, and you are not too deserted. Uh... well, Mary, if you are a female agent, then I am 007!" John laughed awkwardly, what kind of messed up story is this?

"You should have been aware of my danger early on, that's why you are with me, isn't it? It's the same reason as the danger that Sherlock Holmes carries has a fatal attraction to you. In your subconscious, maybe you don’t even realize it yourself, you belong to the kind of person you don’t go to if it’s not a dangerous place, or you don’t love the best. Oh~ Don’t look at me with such a disapproving expression, Even if you don't want to admit it yourself, you can't deny that the people around you are all such extremely dangerous people, right?"

"Then talk about it." John looked attentively listening, and stretched out his hand to signal Mary to start speaking.

"Your landlord Mrs. Hudson used to be a member of a drug cartel, your friend Inspector Lestrade is a policeman, your lover is an adventurous world's only consulting detective, and I An ex-girlfriend is an absconded spy from another country, what do you think?"

"...It seems that what you said has some truth. In fact, I am a good citizen who pursues a peaceful and stable life and abides by the bottom line of the law." After Mary said this, John felt that he was surrounded by A group of dangerous elements?He is obviously a law-abiding four-good citizen, okay?Even if he changed time and space and changed nationality!

"John, deceiving yourself and others is not a good habit." Mary raised her eyebrows, stretched out her hands to straighten out her professional attire, and said what she said with a gentle smile was sharp to the point.

"Well, even if they are all a group of extremely dangerous people, they are still my friends, and so are you." John pouted.Why is it that the women he meets seem simple (but are very) other than Mrs. Hudson?That is one is smarter than the other and the one is more dangerous than the other!Just like that Irene Adler who disappeared for a long time but still left a lot of marks in the heart of the great detective, and Mary Morstan who called herself a 'former female agent' sitting in front of him.These women are not easy to mess with. These days, women are much scarier than men!John really felt at this moment that it was a very wise choice for him to find a man as a partner.

"I'm really glad to hear your words. If I finish the next thing, you can still treat me as a friend." Mary stood up from the sofa calmly, looked down at John condescendingly, "Actually, I would rather be your girlfriend, or even your wife."

"What are you going to do?" John, who felt Mary's oppressive aura, wished he could have an automatic ear filter like that of a great detective. Could he act as if he didn't hear anything just now?If Mary is his wife, even if Sherlock dies, he will try his best to crawl out of the grave to separate the two of them, right?At that time, it will not be a crime-solving detective film but a horror and supernatural film!

"Of course to make coffee for the two in the office, and..." Mary took two steps forward, knelt on the sofa next to John's thigh, stretched out her cool palm to gently caress John's round cheek , around the earlobe, and brushed a few strands of brown hair. The slightly itchy touch made John unconsciously avoid the side. When he was about to speak, Mary's hand had already stopped on the back of John's neck. Before John could react, he raised his hand and stabbed down with a knife.

"Also, I want to kill two people in the office. The secret that Magnuson controls me has been threatening me. That kind of person deserves to die! What about Sherlock Holmes? If he dies, John, you are me." That's right! John, you said that if he dies, you and I will get back together, you must not forget." Mary hugged her hands tightly in this posture and was stabbed by her hand knife, and she fainted directly John, hugged him into his arms, bowed his head and kissed the top of John's hair, muttering to himself.

After a while, Mary finally came to her senses, reached out her hand through John's armpit, and put John's arm on her shoulder. In this position, she helped him to the corner of her secretary's office area with difficulty. Sit on the chair.

Mary stretched out her hand to straighten John's posture with his head tilted against the chair. After thinking for a while, she took off the dark blue coat she was wearing, shook it in her hand, and gently put it on John's body.Then, Mary worriedly reconfirmed John's situation, estimated the time of waking up in her heart, looked down at the small sky blue alarm clock placed on the computer desk, reached out and pressed the computer switch, and finally clapped her hands with an expression He walked towards the tea room outside the office with high heels in a comfortable manner.

Everything was going according to Mary's expectations. The only mistake was that John woke up a few minutes earlier than she estimated.

"My God~!" John couldn't help covering his mouth and exclaimed.Why did he open his eyes and see the computer surveillance video of Mary pointing a gun at Sherlock's head?Are they playing CS games or making movies? !Well, he thought wrongly, this is obviously a thrilling shootout where human life is at stake.

Facing reality, no matter how ridiculous a movie is, it is no longer a humor that can make people laugh.

John shook his head, stretched out his hand to press the pained back of his neck, stood up with the other hand on the edge of the computer desk, looked down at the dangerous scene in the office again, and took a deep breath With a sigh of relief, he calmed down, bypassed Mary's computer desk, and walked quickly to the armrest of the beige sofa where he was sitting. There was a pistol loaded with bullets in the inner pocket of his khaki trench coat. Fortunately, Mary did not Discover.

Before coming to the newspaper building, John just thought, judging from his experience in solving crimes with Sherlock, it would be safer to bring a pistol.In his mind, there is still the great detective who always ignores his own danger in order to solve the case and seek greater excitement and fun. Maybe one day he will finish playing with himself.Therefore, John went out to accompany the case, and always carried a weapon on his body, so he was prepared~ However, even John did not expect that this pistol would be used so soon.

"thumping!"

"thumping!"

Before Mary was about to shoot the big detective's curly head, John had already preemptively pulled the pistol switch.John would not allow anyone to hurt Sherlock in front of him, even if that person was Mary whom he had always felt guilty about.After the two gunshots, John felt for a moment in his heart that with Mary's quick reaction speed and miraculous marksmanship, it is not certain that she is really an absconded agent from another country.

Then?

Then Mary's eyes widened, complex and surprised, and that was the last thing John saw before he collapsed.

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