save Sherlock

Watson had just finished taking a shower, and his hair was still dripping with water. He casually picked up a towel and put it on his head, and was about to go upstairs to sleep!

Pushing open the door of the living room, it was plunged into darkness, and the blackout curtains were lowered, making the whole room airtight...

It is impossible for Sherlock to sleep at this point, did he go out again?

Watson walked to the window exactly according to his memory, stretched out his hand to pull up the curtain, and flung it away vigorously...

The silver moonlight came through the window and poured on the red carpet. It was rare that there was no drizzle in London tonight. The layer of rain and fog between the sky and the earth was less clear and distinct.

"I'm thinking!" Sherlock said calmly, lying quietly on the sofa, with his hands under his head, eyes closed.

Watson looked back and saw Sherlock, who was being shrouded in moonlight. The white moonlight made his clear outline look very soft...

He rolled his eyes at Sherlock, and said helplessly, "Why make the room dark?"

Sherlock opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at Watson dissatisfied: "You threw my eyeball!"

"Because I threw away the rice that was contaminated by the police! And I didn't throw your eyeballs."

"what?"

"Your pupils are smoky blue. The one I threw must not be this color."

Sherlock squinted at Watson, then sat up suddenly: "Why did you throw it away?"

"That's not what your eyeballs are anxious for? It's yours and I will definitely not throw it away!"

"That's Jasmine's!" Sherlock paused, and immediately added: "The female forensic doctor of Barts Hospital, she is in charge of these corpses."

"Anyway, you don't really care, why are you competing with me here?" Watson blew a breath, turned and walked into the kitchen: "I threw the rice, and the food became an even number... You know, put your eyeballs in it , would break the symmetry!"

Sherlock pursed his lips, stood up anxiously, stepped on the carpet with bare feet, the gray silk sleep was loosely draped over his body, and was about to slip to the ground...

Watson opened the closet and took out a carton of milk, poured two glasses in his hands, walked to the kitchen door and looked helplessly at Sherlock, who was floating around the room.

He raised the milk in his hand and said, "Would you like a drink?"

Sherlock strode over, took the milk in Watson's hand and said, took a sip and said, "I thought you would heat it!"

"The pot that boiled the milk was thrown into the trash can long ago with my eyeballs and formalin attached. The microwave oven is full of your experiments, and I haven't had time to clean it yet!"

Sherlock picked up the milk and drank half of it in one gulp: "No, that's not the case..." Then he began to wander around the room anxiously again.

Watson smiled and drank the milk, then said to Sherlock regretfully, "Think about it slowly, before you analyze me clearly, I can occupy your bedroom, right?"

Sherlock half-closed his eyes, watching Watson walk into his bedroom with displeasure, and shut the door heavily...

The wind in the second half of the night is still very gentle, and the moon walks through the clouds...

"Crack—creep—" a sound like sawing rotten wood came from the sky.

With his messy hair on his head, Watson couldn't bear to push open the door...

Sherlock stood in front of the window, staring ahead, holding the violin and playing it chaotically. The sound waves that could be compared to a murderous weapon poured into Watson's cochlea like a bamboo, attacking his brain nerves.

Watson shouted loudly: "Stop, Sherlock!"

Sherlock pulled it a few more times as if venting his anger. The harsh noise instantly made people's eardrums hurt. He turned around and half-closed his eyes, looking at Watson without saying a word...

A colorful cloud floated in the sky and covered the moon, and the place where Sherlock was standing immediately became dim...

Watson let out a sigh of relief, leaning against the wall and looking at Sherlock with a blank expression: "You are good, the moon is hiding!"

Suddenly, Sherlock put down the piano in his hand, holding the bow and said frantically, "Who are you?"

"You can check my information completely."

"No... not right!"

"Do you still want me to be your assistant?"

"When...Of course..." Sherlock was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips, looked at Watson and then at the carpet: "I just...I..."

"You just can't get through if you don't put everything in your hands, right?"

Sherlock regained his composure, raised the half glass of milk on the table, and regained his usual composure: "Nothing can be hidden from me!"

Watson smiled and said, "Then you go ahead, I'm asleep!"

Watson returned to the room, covered the quilt and fell asleep happily again...

A beautiful face with a painful paleness, the mole at the corner of the eye was wet with tears, and she was wearing a long white dress in the coffin...

She was a very smart woman before she was alive, but why did she end her life so selfishly in advance!

Watson curled up under the quilt, his body convulsed uncontrollably, and even convulsed...

Why do I always think of the past, why do I always think of my sister!

He wiped the sweat from his brow, climbed out of bed and wanted to go to the kitchen to pour a glass of water...

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Sherlock lying peacefully on the sofa, but there was a strange smell in the air.

It was drizzling outside the window, and the damp and cold air poured in from the wide open window. The rain fell on the carpet along the curtains and was quickly absorbed...

This taste is, could it be...it can't be!

The damp and cold air slowly climbed up the corner of Watson's clothes... The cold and damp was like a march of death.

He clenched his fists tightly and stared at Sherlock!

If I didn't admit my mistake with this taste... No, I would never admit my mistake in my whole life!

Watson shook his head in disbelief, and asked beggingly, "Are you taking drugs?"

"I've opened the window for ventilation, you can come out later next time." Sherlock put his arms under his head, closed his eyes, and said leisurely.

"Are you really taking drugs?" Watson suddenly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"have opinions?"

"why?"

Sherlock still closed his eyes and said with a smile: "My brain can't stop, this time the problem is very challenging!"

Watson opened his eyes, folded his arms uneasily and said, "I thought you only used nicotine patches to help you think!"

"it's the same!"

Watson folded his arms, and he tried to keep breathing evenly.

Calm down, be sure to calm down...

Suddenly, Sherlock's face became blurred, gradually overlapping with his sister lying in the coffin...

If Sherlock takes drugs, will he die like his sister?

... You can't, you can't, let this happen!

Watson clenched his fists tightly, but he still couldn't help shaking!

He smiled and said, "Aren't you worried about your body, it's very dangerous and you will die anytime!"

"Isn't danger just being in the kingdom of death?" Sherlock twitched his lips and said, "There is no danger I can't overcome, even drugs can't control me... because I will defeat it eventually!"

Watson closed his eyes in pain, moved back unconsciously, and slowly retreated into the room...

Suddenly, he stopped and looked at Sherlock with resentment: "Why are you so confident? Is it because you have a brain that is smarter than ordinary people?"

"Do ordinary people have brains?" Sherlock suddenly realized something, opened his eyes and said, "What relative of yours died because of drugs?"

Watson smiled disdainfully and said, "Heh! Why can't you control yourself with your brain?"

"what?"

"How else would you rely on drugs?"

"Wait...it's not..."

Before Sherlock finished speaking, Watson rushed up and grabbed Sherlock's collar tightly: "You have a brain that is smarter than ordinary people, but why don't you have the self-control ability that ordinary people should have? Come and give it to you!"

Sherlock frowned and didn't know what to say for a moment. He stared blankly at Watson: "I don't seem to understand you any more. I thought you would understand..."

Watson couldn't hold back his hands trembling with anger, and swung his right fist towards Sherlock's face: "I understand...but, I won't let you do this!"

Sherlock hurriedly blocked Watson's right fist, and asked in confusion, "Why, why are you so angry?"

"I'll tell you why!"

"Ok?"

Watson bent his knees and slammed into Sherlock's abdomen fiercely. Sherlock dodged sideways, and the two of them rolled from the sofa to the carpet together.

Watson was lying on the wet carpet, the bone-rotting coldness flowed down his fingertips, into his heart and throughout his body...

He closed his eyes and finally calmed down, got up without saying a word and walked into the bedroom, closing the door gently.

The tiger-headed dog jumped off the bed and nestled at Watson's feet: [What... what's wrong? 】【I didn't know he would do this, I should have told him my identity earlier! 】 Watson folded his arms and sat on the bed.

[It's useless if you tell me, it will be washed off automatically anyway. 】【What? 】

【I don't think you plan to tell Sherlock, so I didn't say it,】【What's going on? 】

The tiger-headed dog rubbed his eyes and said: [Your identity does not belong to this time and space, so even if you say it, it will be automatically cleared! 】【this……】

Watson stood up abruptly, looking at the room in disbelief...

Half an hour later, he still stood there motionless, and he didn't even move his eyeballs. If it wasn't for the shimmering pupils, he would have thought it was a stone statue!

The tiger-headed dog looked at Watson worriedly: [This matter has nothing to do with you, after all, Sherlock is an adult, he did something wrong...] Watson's almost petrified body suddenly turned stiffly, he scolded :【This is not Sherlock's fault! 】The tiger-headed dog slipped and said in surprise: 【Ah? 】【He's just...just...】 Watson took a sharp breath and said, straightening out his words: 【The only thing he's wrong about is that he didn't think about his body... If there were no drug dealers, how could Sherlock come into contact with it? to this thing? ] The tiger-headed dog looked up at Watson in a daze, and didn't know what to say for a while...

After a while, he was about to cry and said without tears: 【Are you sure you are not venting your anger?what do you wantA fire burned the Golden Triangle? 】Watson frowned and asked back:【How do you know I don't want to? 】The tiger-headed dog raised its front paws to support its forehead, and asked helplessly: 【Then what are you going to do? 】Watson slowly climbed onto the bed, lay down under the quilt, found a comfortable position, and closed his eyes.