save Sherlock

Watson immediately took out his pistol...

The icy metal touch has a shuddering chill, and the black luster is like the pupil of a god of death.

I touched the gun again, the last time the gun was in my hand, but the bullet was in my uncle's chest...

Watson calmly held the gun in his left hand, and lightly squeezed the trigger with his index finger...but the slightly trembling hand betrayed his calmness, and the opposite window became extremely blurred.

He shook his head, trying to regain his clear sight!

Seeing that Sherlock was about to put the medicine into his mouth, Hua Sheng bit his lip tightly...

The white lips were bitten, and finally a trace of bright red flesh broke out. The bloody smell filled the mouth, and there was also a smell of rust!

Watson licked the blood on his lips, and immediately flinched back from the psychological fear...

Suddenly, there was a "bang--" the bullet broke through the window and shot precisely at the back of the head of the man opposite.

In front of Watson, there were only some glass residues...

Even from a long distance, you can still see the erupting blood. Even from a long distance, the smell of blood dispersing in the air floods towards Watson like a flood.

He squatted down slowly, and after a while, let out a penetrating laugh: "Hehehe..."

The tiger-headed dog immediately ran to Watson and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ] Watson raised his left hand to cover half of his face, he looked at his right hand holding the gun...

The backlash when he fired the gun made his jaw slightly numb. This tiny feeling passed through his nerve endings and was magnified many times. When it was transmitted to the brain, it turned into an unparalleled sense of excitement.

I originally thought that I would be afraid, afraid, and uncomfortable...but I didn't expect to be excited!

Some things can't be changed, the feeling of danger is always an adrenaline rush...

The smell of gunpowder in the air teased Watson's fragile nerves like poppies.

My hands are stained with the blood of my loved ones, but I still yearn for blood like this...

Such a self really does not deserve to live in this world!

Watson got up from the ground with his eyes closed, took a deep breath, picked up the bulldog and walked out of the school without saying a word...

Soon the police convoy drove over, and a yellow cordon was pulled up all around.

And Sherlock was sitting in the ambulance, watching the medical staff put a red blanket on him in puzzlement...

Watson, who was standing outside the cordon, grabbed the cordon and walked straight towards Sherlock.

Standing in front of Sherlock, he said with a disdainful smile, "Have you had fun?"

Sherlock looked up at Watson blankly: "What?"

"Are you naive?"

"what?"

Watson paused, glanced at the confused Sherlock, took a deep breath, and suppressed the anger in his heart.

He smiled and said, "Danger sharing? Just because I want to leave you for Moriarty and you leave me to play?"

"What?" Sherlock grabbed the corner of the red blanket and stood up slowly. Just as he was about to tear off the blanket, he suddenly remembered something: "That's because you are weird, don't you want to talk to me?"

"Then do you know why I don't want to talk to you?"

"why?"

"Are you still asking why?"

Watson looked at Sherlock unreasonably, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Lestrade just finished surveying the scene and was walking this way...

He immediately said to Sherlock: "Why did you come alone with the murderer without telling you this?"

"That's because you're angry!"

"Where am I angry?"

"do not have it?"

"I obviously lost my temper later!"

"Oh, then you're still angry!"

Hua laughed angrily, and his fists were clenched with a "click", but... just as he was about to explode, Lestrade walked over.

Lestrade glanced at Watson and said, "What are you doing?"

Watson said blankly: "He is frightened under the blanket, and I am comforting him!"

Sherlock opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, then slowly pursed his lips, turned to look at Lestrade and said, "Why do they always put blankets on me!"

Lestrade blinked and explained blankly: "To appease the irritated."

"I'm not stimulated."

Lestrade came back to his senses, frowned and said, "Dr. Watson also thinks you are stimulated!"

"But do you think I'm stimulated?" Sherlock tore off the blanket on his body, rubbed it into a ball in his hand, and threw it into the ambulance.

Lestrade calmed down, and said without hesitation: "Don't talk about this topic, we may need to take pictures later!"

Sherlock ignored Lestrade and walked forward on his own...

Lestrade took two steps after him and said, "Where are you going?"

"I... I still have something to do!"

Lestrade turned to Watson and said, "What's the matter with him?"

Watson smiled and said, "Eh... Maybe you don't like taking pictures?" He patted Lestrade on the shoulder and shrugged helplessly, "Have you put up with him like this for five years?"

"He's like this, I'm used to it...but it's you who will endure him next!" Lestrade looked at Watson with a little sympathy.

Watson looked up at the dark night sky. Since it had just rained, there were no stars or moon, but the ground was brightly lit.

Humans create light because of the need to...

He looked at Lestrade from the bottom of his heart and smiled: "It may be my luck to be able to bear Sherlock!"

...After all, I have lost any qualifications to live, so let Sherlock live better!

Lestrade was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and smiled: "Okay, I'll ask him tomorrow!"

Suddenly Watson remembered something, nodded to Lestrade, and immediately turned and ran towards Sherlock.

He grabbed Sherlock's coat and said angrily, "Are you really going to take that pill?"

"I didn't. I was stalling. I knew you would come."

Watson stopped in his tracks and sighed heavily: "Since the murderer's gun is fake, you are not being coerced at all, so you are coercing yourself. This is how you find excitement? Just to prove Are you smart?"

"Why am I doing this?"

Watson smiled angrily: "Need to say? Don't you just want to prove that you will win? Do you think it's worth it?"

Sherlock turned around, curled his lips and said, "I thought you would understand!"

"I understand...but." Watson paused, folded his arms and lowered his head.

"what?"

Watson raised his head and shouted seriously: "Sherlock!"

Sherlock blinked suspiciously, "What?"

Watson put his right fist on his left chest, took a deep breath and said, "I will dedicate all my loyalty, so you don't have to face death if you want to win. Only by living can you win completely, because you still have to enjoy the world. applause!"

Sherlock stared at Watson, wanted to open his mouth a few times, but swallowed it all...

His smoky blue eyes flickered: "For...why?"

"Because you are worth it, and because... I like you!"

Sherlock stared blankly at Watson without moving his eyes... Sherlock, who never stopped thinking, was forced to stop for the first time...

He said in a daze, "Like me?"

Watson paused, and immediately explained: "That... I mean..."

Sherlock's smoky blue eyes finally sparkled, he pursed his lips and nodded: "I know what you mean...thank you!"

Watson smiled helplessly, his worries were unnecessary...

Sherlock is most likely just shy!

He turned around and looked ahead and asked, "Who is that person?"

"Who?"

"Your position at two o'clock!"

Sherlock turned around and walked towards the man with a clear face: "I know very well who he is."

Seeing Sherlock approaching, the man smiled and said, "Okay, there's a case solved and it's good for the public, but that was never your motive, was it?"

"What are you doing here?" Sherlock asked.

"As usual, I'm here to take care of you."

"Yes, I heard about your 'concern'."

The man looked into the distance helplessly: "It's still so awkward. Haven't you ever thought that you and I are in the same camp?"

Sherlock shook his head exaggeratedly, and said, "It's strange, no."

"We have more in common than you believe. It's too naive for us to have such an emotional quarrel. It always hurts innocent people. You know it makes mother angry."

"Am I making Mom angry?" Sherlock said angrily.

"I?"

"It wasn't me who messed with her, Mycroft..."

"What's your relationship?" Watson frowned.

"This is my brother, Mycroft." After Sherlock introduced his brother to Watson, he said to Mycroft again, "Are you gaining weight again?"

"Sorry, I'm down."

Watson stretched out his hand between the two, frowned and asked, "Is he your brother? Isn't he the horned devil?"

"Almost." Sherlock pouted.

"My God, you always like to make everything so dramatic!" Mycroft said.

"That's because you're always showing that you 'care.'"

"I'm here today just to talk about business!"

"Oh!" Sherlock said in surprise, "Is there still business between us?"

Mycroft said patiently, "It's about this boyfriend of yours."

Watson immediately stepped forward, frowned and said, "Boyfriend? I'm not!"

"Although I hope Sherlock can have a girlfriend, it would be a great joy if someone is willing to approach him if he continues like this. So my expectations should not be too high. Thank you for promising me to approach him..."

Sherlock interrupted Mycroft, looked at Watson and said, "You promised him to approach me?"

"What?" Watson frowned at Sherlock.

"Of course, it took me a lot of effort to find such a person."

... This is sowing discord, these two brothers are probably equally awkward!

Watson looked up dumbfounded, but saw Sherlock's angry face.

"You think I'm going to fall for you?" Sherlock said angrily.

"Just kidding, but you really hesitated just now." Mycroft raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Sherlock inquiringly: "So... Why did Sherlock Holmes, who has always been so confident, suddenly become like this?"

Sherlock said displeasedly: "If you don't go to your British intelligence agency, or go to the United States to play a guest role in the CIA, what are you doing here?"

"In addition to routine work, I also need to routinely 'care'..." Mycroft curled his lips helplessly: "Well... I just admire Dr. Watson, after all, I have to admit that I am so...so special in public It's not easy to like."

Before Watson could speak, Sherlock asked with a confused face, "What happened, what are your preferences?"

Looking at Sherlock, Mycroft also became puzzled: "You don't know about your boyfriend..." Suddenly he seemed to realize something, and said to Watson: "No, it can't be that you are still in love with him unrequitedly. ?”

"Wait, Mycroft, what are you talking about?" Sherlock desperately wanted to know what was going on.

"Yeah, what are you talking about?" Watson looked at Mycroft inexplicably: "Sherlock and I just met."

"But you're living together today," Mycroft said.

"Is there something wrong?" Watson asked.

Mycroft said exaggeratedly: "I've known you for one day and lived together. Is it time for you to get engaged tomorrow? The day after tomorrow, you should hold a wedding. Don't worry, I will definitely be there."

Sherlock's expression was very disgusted, and the feeling he couldn't know was very bad: "Can anyone understand you?"

Mycroft looked at the two with contempt, and said, "Everyone is discussing your love life, saying that there is a fool or another psycho who fell in love with our dear Sherlock."

"Huh?" Sherlock and Watson looked at Mycroft in unison.

Mycroft looked at Watson and said, "Why are you so surprised? Didn't you tell everyone that you like Sherlock?"

"You really know how to make up your mind?" Watson said.

"Are you admitting it?"

For the first time, Watson felt like going crazy: "So what?"

"So you took the initiative? God, Sherlock, you kidnapped Venus? Everyone is saying that you stalked, followed, and pestered Dr. Watson..."

Sherlock interrupted Mycroft, frowning and said, "You didn't take your medicine today?" Suddenly he seemed to understand something, looked at Watson and said, "You tell others that you like me?"

Watson froze in place, the first time he tasted what it means to be indisputable!

...What are these things?

He sorted out his emotions and said calmly, "Please, please don't get me wrong, my sexuality is normal!"

Mycroft smiled in disbelief, his eyes were full of: Don't lie to me, there is nothing to be ashamed of.

Sherlock looked at Watson, then at Mycroft, took a deep breath, looked up and said, "Let's go!"

"Wait..." Watson rushed up, grabbed Sherlock by the corner of his clothes, and said anxiously, "I really don't mean that to you!"

"It's nothing...I mean you like me, I'm very happy. Many people don't think so, you know..." Sherlock's face suddenly turned a little red: "Even if people appreciate me, they won't show it in public Let me admit it, probably because they have low self-esteem."

"So... I don't feel inferior?"

What's the situation now?

"I mean you're my assistant." Sherlock said with a smug smile.

Watson looked at Sherlock dumbfoundedly, then at Mycroft.

Sherlock had no idea what everyone was talking about!

In addition, I didn't send anything at all, and the strange love message disturbed Sherlock's logic, so Sherlock should take this liking as appreciation and praise...

Now I want to thank Sherlock for that zero, no, should it be negative emotional intelligence?

"Of course, you deserve more and better praise. You are a great person." Watson praised without hesitation.

Sherlock curled his lips proudly and turned to leave: "Let's go, I think you're hungry too, I'll treat you to dinner!"

Mycroft, who finally came back to his senses, looked at Watson with sympathy on his face, and his red eyes expressed fruitfully: Brother, you are in love with an idiot, so take care of yourself.

Watson walked a few steps and then turned back, looking at Mycroft: "It's all explained clearly, what do you mean by that look?"

"Listen, I'm doing it for your own good." Mycroft suddenly lowered his voice, and said seriously to Watson: "John Watson, you are not simple, I must know whether it will be harmful for you to stay by Sherlock's side. "

"...Then what are you going to do?"

"Your body is completely flawless, and I have also tested the DNA..."

"Wait... why did you test my DNA?" Watson suddenly remembered that he touched the chair, and laughed helplessly. This man has the same genes as Sherlock: "Well, what's so interesting about you?" discovery?"

Mycroft thought for a while, and said, "Not yet...but I will find it eventually. I hope you can take care of yourself before then."

"I will take care of my own people, don't bother you!" Sherlock didn't know when he stood behind the two, and strode away after speaking.