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

In this way, Sherlock gently pushed open a door in the abandoned factory, and then stepped in. In the end, before he had time to say goodbye to Mycroft and the others, he arrived at an unexpected and strange place in an instant.

This room is covered with calendula-style wallpaper full of European style (similar to the style of 221B Baker Street) from the corners of the walls all the way to the junction of the ceiling. The layout of the room is simple and clear at a glance. single bed, a mahogany bookcase with a wall, a desk and chair, this is a slightly shabby but clean and tidy room in Sherlock's eyes, it can be seen that the owner of the house is a diligent An expert in housework, he insisted on showing such an ordinary rental house a warm and soft feeling, which made Sherlock feel a sense of familiarity for no reason, which made Sherlock even more curious about the owner of this house .

If the memory in his thinking palace is correct, this place should be a cheap rental house on Queen Victoria Street, which is only three streets away from 221B Baker Street. The owner of this rental house happens to be known to Sherlock. , a middle-aged businessman named Victor Leon, in a murder case in a rented room a few years ago, although Sherlock did not intend to save people, he still found substantial evidence to help the middle-aged businessman elucidate For this reason, Victor Leon has always been grateful to Sherlock for his help.

"Squeak~" With a soft sound, when Sherlock was observing this simple rental house with the instinct of being a detective, the iron transfer door was gently opened, and the man who walked in was very familiar. Sherlock involuntarily opened his emerald green eyes——John!

Shouldn't John be at 221B Baker Street?Why did it appear in this inexplicable place?Why does this John look slightly different from the ex-military doctor he remembers?Where did Mycroft, Inspector Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson go?One question after another popped up in Sherlock's mind uncontrollably, but unfortunately there was no solution.

"John, why did you appear on Queen Victoria Street? Could it be that our house was blown up by another damn terrorist? Are you uncomfortable somewhere? Why are you as lifeless as a dead salted fish? ?” After Sherlock regained his composure, he immediately shook his curly-haired head, and then strode toward John who was bending over the entrance and leaning on the wall to change shoes, but what he said kept John like Is not heard the general deaf ears.Sherlock suddenly began to feel a little uneasy. He felt that John was still angry because of his "disappearance without reason". He stretched out his hands to try to hug John's waist in a fawning manner, but he was surprised to find a strange phenomenon—— —His hands were passing straight through John's body as if they were embracing the air.

Sherlock stood blankly behind John, lowered his head, shook his hands tightly, and tried again unwillingly. Could it be that he turned into a ghost when he traveled back this time?It's really terrible!Oh~ for God's sake!He, Sherlock Holmes, is obviously an unswerving materialist!Why does God break His mind-set over and over again! !Even so, he will not run to become a believer! ! !

John's condition looks very bad, oh~ it seems that it can't be called bad but terrible!After John finished changing his slippers, he leaned on the wall exhaustedly, with his head lowered, as if he was concentrating on something or just in a daze. After a while, he raised a hand to put on his side He put it on the side of his aluminum shoe cabinet, propped himself up, walked slowly to the only table and chair in the room with heavy steps, reached out to press the switch of the electric kettle, sat on the leather chair, and stared at the table silently. Boiling hot water, silently poured water into the tall glass, and then continued to be in a daze.

"John, did something happen to you?" Sherlock walked anxiously to John's side, leaning on the armrest of the leather chair, squatting on one knee beside John, his green eyes unblinking Staring at John's next move made him even more crazy.

"John, what are you doing? Which goddamn bastard doctor dared to prescribe such a large amount of sleeping pills for you, he (she) didn't want to live! Did that bastard brother of Mycroft have already been hit? Moriarty's demonic obstacle, such an obvious dangerous behavior, did not let his people secretly stop him, he also thinks life is too leisurely!! John, you have to calm down~ Listen to me, although I am wrong, I have no reason The disappearance worries you, but it’s really not my fault, it’s God’s revelation, you know? John? John! Stop it!! Even if I’m gone, you can’t kill yourself for me!” While muttering words, Sherlock walked around John like ants on a hot pot, but he was still powerless about John's next move.

John was leaning back on the beige leather chair, with his legs crossed and his hands clasped on a simple rectangular wooden table top. On the table was a notebook, a glass with warm water and a large bottle of sleeping pills. The old John had obvious black eye bags on his face, and he looked as sluggish as ever.Sherlock's twittering did not reach his ears, as if there was a barrier erected by time and space between the two, they could not contact or communicate.John poured out more than half of the sleeping pills from the medicine bottle with familiarity, then stuffed it all into his mouth in one breath, drank a large glass of water, stood up after not a single drop was left, and lay down on the single bed alone, and finally quietly He closed his eyes silently, with a devout expression as if he was waiting for something to come.

"John is dead! How could John die? This joke is not funny at all, it's a hundred times worse than the jokes McCoff made before! John, open your eyes, John!!" Although he couldn't get in touch with John , but Sherlock could still clearly feel that John's breathing was getting weaker and weaker...until it disappeared.

"John!!!!"

"Sherlock, what's wrong with you? Are you having a nightmare? Wake up!" The familiar anxious call came from the ear, which shocked the grief-stricken Sherlock who was still immersed in John's death, John?Sherlock struggled to open his eyes, and realized that he had left the suffocating room.

"Honey, are you okay?" Seeing Sherlock turning pale and sitting up unexpectedly from the bed, the long purple silk pajamas were soaked in cold sweat and hung sticky on the detective's body, The fluffy and soft black curly hair that John usually likes is also wet with sweat and stained a few pieces. It seems that the big detective is in a bad state after being disturbed by nightmares.

"John, don't die! Don't leave me alone, don't die before me! You have to promise me!!" Sherlock suddenly grabbed John's wrist with all his strength, and opened his mouth It is to ask John for a guarantee viciously.In fact, Sherlock still hasn't fully recovered from the shock of seeing John die in front of his own eyes, and the whole mind repeats the terrifying scene of John's breath gradually disappearing.

"Sherlock, relax~relax~~ that's just a dream." The pain from his wrist made John frowned unconsciously, but he continued to let Sherlock move without struggling. John knew his partner I was really frightened by the nightmare he had.

"John, you... are you still alive? Is this true?" Sherlock stroked John's warm cheek with cold fingertips, and asked softly in disbelief, with a hint of trance in his tone.

"Sherlock, can you tell me what exactly you dreamed about?" John couldn't laugh or cry for a moment, he could only use his other hand to lift off the snow-white quilt, and gently hugged the tall and thin detective into his arms. Just like how his mother comforted the crying child in his memory when he was a child, she put Sherlock's chin on his shoulder socket, put one hand on his waist, and gently squeezed the hand that Sherlock had finally loosened. Patted on Sherlock's back, with comforting kisses, sherlock's thin lips turned white due to tight pursing, "I'm right here, beside you, I'm fine I'm alive, I promise I won't die in front of you, don't be afraid, Sherlock."

"John, I had two dreams." Feeling the reassuring heartbeat from John's warm chest, Sherlock's mood was gradually soothed.

"Oh~ can you tell me?" John reached out to pick up the water glass placed on the bedside table, carefully fed Sherlock half a glass of warm water, and asked gently after the expression of the person in his arms eased up.

"I dreamed that as soon as I woke up, I traveled to another parallel time and space inexplicably, and saw a plot development completely different from our world. You are actually going to marry that female liar Mary Morstan, and neither did McCoff. With Moriarty, but fortunately, I stepped in to prevent your wedding, and then...then I dreamed again..."

"Sherlock, how many times have I said that Mary is wrong, but you can't always call her a liar." John couldn't help correcting the detective's inappropriate wording of Mary.

"You still miss her?" Sherlock stared.

"I didn't." Come on~ they're all married already!Why is this increasingly boyish detective still obsessed with things like his old girlfriend romances?As God bears witness, his love for Sherlock is absolutely immeasurably loyal, and he has no other thoughts than his whole heart.

"Okay, well, Sherlock, you haven't told me what you dreamed about again?" John smothered his laughter and changed the topic, trying not to laugh out loud to prevent the big detective from becoming angry.John guessed in his heart that this big detective probably had been forced by him to watch time-travel dramas together at eight o'clock for the past half a month, and he had watched a bit too much. He even dreamed that he had traveled through time and space. Is this considered true? Thinking every day and dreaming at night?

"I don't want to say... but, John, I want to tell you one thing now—I love you."

"Sherlock, do you have a fever?" John's first reaction was to reach out the back of his hand to test the temperature on the big detective's forehead, and then put it on his own forehead, as if everything is normal?If it's not a fever, could it be that the big detective is bewitched?Before he could react, he was grabbed by the wrist again, and the slightly cool Bo Chen pressed against him tightly, and then a soft and lingering deep French kiss slowly spread between the lips of the two.

At the same time, John saw the azure fluorescent board slowly rising in front of him in his mind, and the long-lost electronic synthesis sound of the system sounded in his ears——

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

Character: Lou Yining is now renamed John H. Watson and later John H. Holmes

Goal: To choose one of the main characters of the detective Sherlock to fall in love with him successfully. The host first chooses the object as 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: There are different penalties for failure in each stage, and all failures in the end will be obliterated

Progress: 100% completed

The system announces that the "Detective Sherlock Love Strategy Game" has been successfully completed!The task progress of the branch game is 100%, the progress of the main game task is 100%, and the system repeats that the "Detective Sherlock Love Raiders Game" has been successfully completed!100% of the progress of the side game tasks is completed, and 100% of the progress of the main game tasks is completed.

The system will grant a wish to the participants who successfully complete the task, please submit it as soon as possible.

"Is it all right to wish?" John asked in his mind.

The system will grant a wish to the participants who successfully complete the task, please submit it as soon as possible.

John's wish?

"Let the real John Watson and I accompany Sherlock through this life together." Feeling the big detective's arms around his waist unconsciously tightened, John raised the corners of his mouth, and firmly agreed in his mind. The system speaks its wish.

"Thank you very much for the host's participation. Your wish will be fulfilled from now on. The progress of the game is 100%. The Detective Sherlock Love Raiders game system starts to evacuate the host. The evacuation speed is 1%, 2%... 50%... 100% , The evacuation is complete." Hearing the sound of "evacuation complete", John could clearly feel that something was added to his body in an instant, and with a light mind, the system that had always existed since traveling to this time and space really disappeared without a trace.

"...Sherlock, do you know what my greatest wish in life is?"

"Well, take all of Mycroft's gold cards for himself?"

"This is a secret, I won't tell you..."

John has only one ultimate wish: to be with Sherlock forever, to live together until the old age, and to live together in a country courtyard with a garden and bees after the great detective retires.

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