save Sherlock

Mrs. Hudson was holding a cup of black tea in her hand, and the smile on her face had froze, and it would petrify soon...

The buttons on Sherlock's white shirt fell all over the floor, and he was lying on the carpet with his chest exposed, while Watson was pressing on Sherlock, holding Sherlock's belt in his hand...

Seeing Mrs. Hudson suddenly barging into the living room, Watson immediately rolled over from Sherlock, but he was still holding on to Sherlock's belt. This force immediately pulled the belt out of Sherlock's waist!

Watson was startled, and raised his hands reflexively, indicating that he hadn't done anything. When he turned around, he saw that he was still holding the belt in his hand. He immediately let go of his right hand, and the belt slipped to the ground...

Sherlock looked at Mrs. Hudson, and cast a helpless glance at Watson with a reproachful expression on his face!

Seeing Sherlock's expression, Watson said angrily, "You want to have another fight?"

Mrs. Hudson, who was petrified by the door, suddenly said, "You are..."

The two looked back at Mrs. Hudson at the same time, then looked at each other, and quickly turned their heads away in disdain at the same time, thinking about the source of everything, whose fault it was...

"Bump—" The sound of gunfire at one o'clock in the morning came as expected.

Watson wrapped the quilt tightly, and after a second, he poked his head out from under the quilt, stretched out his hand and pulled out the pillow to cover his head, then retracted back into the quilt, waiting quietly the whole time...

God only knows if he's going to play the violin!

... If Sherlock is in a bad mood, the sound of the piano can give people headaches for several days, it can be called a weapon of mass destruction!

After waiting quietly for a while, without hearing any movement, Watson tentatively got out of the quilt...

No violin noise... a bit unscientific!

"Crackling——" Just as he was thinking, a harsh and unpleasant noise broke through the air, shooting into people's ears like an arrow!

Watson immediately got into the quilt and covered his head tightly. He curled up tightly in the quilt, trying his best to avoid the noise...

Let's just say that Sherlock won't let others go so easily!

... When will such a life end?

Why Sherlock always has the ability to make people collapse!

He got up and took out two cotton balls from the drawer, stuffed them into his ears forcefully, and blew angrily...

Cotton is not very useful, but it is better than nothing!

After being fully armed, Watson returned to the bed again, vowing to make a date with Zhou Ding to the death!

Watson has been in a half-dream and half-sleep, and finally at dawn, he put the pillow back down again, pulled the quilt below his head, and fell asleep while breathing freely...

But... is it really good for Sherlock to go on like this?

He won't touch drugs, will he?But... It's definitely not good if you don't sleep like this!

...But it is impossible to have a case every day, he must not look down on ordinary cases, otherwise it would be good to be a policeman!

But getting him into a crowd and working with people was a disaster!

After thinking about it, Watson didn't feel sleepy at all. He sat up and pushed the quilt away. After a daze, he sighed helplessly, stretched himself immediately, and then lifted the quilt and got out of bed...

As soon as he pushed open the door of the living room, he saw Sherlock kicking back motionless on the sofa!

Watson glanced at Sherlock angrily...

Enough tossing, finally willing to stop!

He turned around and walked gently into the kitchen, before his front foot touched the ground, he froze on the spot...

The kitchen table was in a mess again, filled with all kinds of chemical equipment in a disorderly manner; potassium permanganate powder painted the floor purple; a petri dish was placed under the microscope; the microwave oven was wide open, and there was a piece of human liver in it!

Watson sighed, lowered his head with his arms folded, shook his body for a while, and after completely relaxing, he walked into the kitchen helplessly...

"Crack——" There was a sound under his feet, and when he lowered his head, Watson immediately clenched his hands into fists!

The ground was full of fragments, including fragments of flasks, and fragments of several plates... there was even a fragment of a cup!

Watson took a sharp breath, quickly turned around and walked in front of Sherlock, growling and said, "You don't sleep at night, you just do this kind of thing?"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, raised his head, and quickly fell back asleep... After a while, he said slowly, "I'm sleeping!"

"I don't think you're qualified to sleep right now!"

Sherlock was in a daze, and said with a strong nasal voice: "Um..."

Watson looked at Sherlock who fell asleep with peace of mind, his tightly clenched fists began to tremble uncontrollably...

Calm down... calm down, be sure to calm down!

Although he always does things that make people break down, this is Sherlock!

Watson took a deep breath, tried to calm down and said, "Obviously, you should sleep at night!"

Suddenly, Sherlock turned over, lay on his back on the sofa, clasped his hands on his stomach, and continued to sleep very peacefully...

Watson let out a sigh of relief, and simply watched Sherlock sleep without moving!

After a while, Sherlock raised an eyebrow suddenly, then opened his left eye, glanced at Watson, and then opened the other eye!

He asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Watson still stared at Sherlock motionlessly, with no expression on his face, but his eyes were full of displeasure...

Sherlock rolled his eyes in doubt, and looked at Watson helplessly again: "What are you doing?"

Watson walked to the fireplace and dragged a chair in front of Sherlock. He sat down slowly, crossed his legs and crossed his arms, and asked blankly, "For three days, you have been shooting and playing the violin every night to disturb the people." , can you tell me why?"

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, and fell into silence... Suddenly, he jumped up from the sofa, and shouted frantically, "I want a case, a case, a case... Do you understand? It really won't be the case that today's criminal class What's wrong!"

Watson didn't speak, ignoring Sherlock nervously dangling in front of him... After a short silence, he stood up with a whoosh, and punched Sherlock directly!

Sherlock was caught off guard by a punch, and he immediately raised his arm to clamp Watson's fist: "What are you doing?"

"You have the same reason every day, it doesn't matter if you change to a fresh one!"

Sherlock looked at Watson puzzled: "What reason?"

"You make people sleepless every night because of the noise, and the kitchen is always unrecognizable..." Watson paused and said, "It's fine if you make a mess, but why are the broken plates and quilts always in odd numbers?"

"What odd and even numbers?"

"What's with the broken dishes in the kitchen?"

Sherlock looked at the kitchen and said confusedly: "I'm doing an experiment, height and strength will affect the degree of fragmentation of the plate."

"I know! But why do you always have to destroy odd and even numbers?"

"I'm doing an experiment!"

"I know!"

Sherlock pushed away Watson's fist and tugged at the pajamas that had fallen below his shoulders: "Then do you have any questions?"

Watson withdrew his fist, gritted his teeth and said, "I! Of course! Of course! Still! Yes! Doubt! Ask!"

"Then ask!"

"Stop shooting at night and stop playing the violin. After breaking a plate, either you break another one, or you buy another one to make up for it!"

"Why...why?" Sherlock frowned, puzzled.

"Don't ask me why, I don't want to answer!"

"You asked me to do something boring just because of your sick odd and even number rule?"

Watson froze for a moment, pursed his lips tightly, and didn't react for a while...

Sick, how long has it been since I heard that word?

Yes... I'm sick, at least that's what the psychiatrists say!

No one can accept this side of themselves, what they always like is flattery...

But so what?I have done anti-social things before, but at worst, I will be really sick again when I go back!

...It just so happens that Sherlock is worried about no cases?

Watson raised his head suddenly, with anger in his eyes: "Sick? Boring? You don't let people sleep in the middle of the night, isn't it sick? Isn't it boring when you break the plate?"

Sherlock stood up from the sofa and looked down at Watson: "The reason for your anger is even more boring!"

"Anyway, the whole world is boring to you... But, I didn't see you die without a case!"

"Why should I die?"

"Then you have to quarrel to the death of others?"

"What the hell are you going to say?"

Watson lowered his head and took a deep breath...Suddenly, he dived down and swept out with his right leg!

Sherlock immediately moved to the right to avoid Watson's attack, and before he could gain a foothold, Watson swung his fist...

Sherlock took two steps back, leaned against the wall and said, "Aren't you awake? Are you going to fight me?"

"It was you who started the trouble!"

"I?"

"You think I'm sick, right? I think you haven't woken up yet!" Watson said, punching Sherlock in the face again.

Sherlock had no choice but to slide down, and just about to get out of Watson's shackles from the side, Watson grabbed his white shirt under his pajamas.

"Then I won't be polite!" Sherlock stood up suddenly, and at the same time bent his knees and slammed into Watson's abdomen.

Watson took two steps back. Since he was still holding on to Sherlock's shirt, the sudden force ripped off all the buttons on the shirt...

Buttons were scattered all over the floor, Sherlock pursed his lips tightly, and looked at Watson with displeasure...Suddenly, he stepped in front of Watson, and tightly grasped Watson's pajamas!

Watson immediately pressed Sherlock's hand with both hands, and the two of them secretly struggled to a stalemate...Suddenly, Sherlock stepped on a button, causing his center of gravity to become unstable, and both of them fell to the ground!

Watson pushed Sherlock to the ground with all his strength and sat on his lap!

"Sherlock, you have to know that you just have the ability to want to be beaten at any time!"

Sherlock twitched the corner of his mouth and gave a wrinkled smirk: "Thank you!"

As soon as the voice fell, Sherlock tried to move up, trying to get rid of Watson's suppression!

Watson was unsteady, so he had to hold Sherlock's belt...

"Why is this so noisy?" Mrs. Hudson suddenly appeared at the door of the living room, holding a cup of black tea in her hand, with a kind smile on her face!