save Sherlock

Moriarty had already left, Watson was lying on the cold concrete floor, and the basement had returned to darkness...

"Tick tock, tick tock..." This time it was not the sound of water droplets, but the bomb on his body.

Watson turned over and lay on his back on the concrete floor, staring dead silently, listening to the sound of the bomb, as if death was calling!

What is Sherlock doing now?Will he be sad if I die?

...Always the people around take the first step, this time it is finally possible for me to take the first step.

I should go to hell, will anyone in hell have smoky blue eyes?

Time passed by every minute and every second...Suddenly, Watson twisted his body and moved towards the corner with all his strength.

I don't want to die... It's the first time I have such a desire, the first time I have a desire for life.

Because it was hard, hard to find hope!

I didn't cherish my sister and uncle well before, but now I have found someone I care about, a friend who is worth cherishing... I am not reconciled to dying now, I really am not reconciled!

Although the chains that bound his hands and feet were thin, they were tied tightly. His wrists were worn out, and a bloodstain had already leaked from his ankles... However, Watson still gritted his teeth and moved towards the corner of the wall little by little.

Finally...he crawled to the corner of the wall, stuck out his tongue without hesitation, and licked the water dripping from the roof to the ground.

Disgusting, hate this pose, like a dog!

It seems that I have forgotten something... By the way, I also had a room like this when I was a child.

The young boy sat in the gorgeous room, staring blankly at the window in front of him...

"Whether you eat or not, I don't have time to worry about you." A man over sixty stood in front of the window with a black dragon-headed cane.

"Grandpa, where's sister?"

"Your sister went to your grandfather's house."

"What about Mom and Dad?"

The man said without emotion, "They're dead."

The boy's eyes slowly filled with tears, and he burst into tears uncontrollably: "Woooooo..."

"Aren't you finished, crying all the time, there are no descendants like you in the Fang family, and your mother is a loser!" Another man came in from the door.

"Second Uncle, I want to see my sister." The boy sobbed and looked at his grandfather and Second Uncle pleadingly.

"Kang--" The second uncle overturned the food on the table and scattered it on the red and brown carpet: "You finish it for me, or you will be hungry all the time."

Grandpa glanced at the second uncle, heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Find him a psychiatrist in a few days, and it won't cost much to raise him."

Everyone has left, only the little boy is left, there is no light in the room, and there is no moon tonight... There is only a sobbing child in a dark corner.

Go to sleep when you are tired from crying, and continue to cry when you wake up... By the third day, the hunger had risen from a throbbing pain in the stomach to an attack on the brain.

Instinctively, he crawled to the pile of meals scattered on the ground, grabbed them hungrily and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Squeaky——" the door of the room opened, and the second uncle stood outside the door and approached the boy impatiently with his arms folded.

He said condescendingly: "Lick everything on the ground, and don't leave a single grain of rice, or you will never have anything to eat."

"Woooo..." the boy cried as he crawled on the ground and licked every inch of the carpet.

……and after?Later, the boy learned how to use his IQ, how to hide his ability to read people's hearts... Then he went to please them, and actively accepted what they gave him.

Because only by becoming their kind can I not be expelled!

Watson licked the water stains on the ground vigorously, venting his emotions hysterically...until his mouth was filled with the smell of blood!

Why?Why?

He suddenly stood up and leaned against the wall, a tear slowly fell down...

Are tears salty?This taste has been forgotten by myself.

"Boom..." Watson unconsciously bumped his head against the wall.

What to do, living is so tiring, why should I live?

Who in the end can help me?

... No, there is no one else, my sister is dead, and the only uncle who is good to me is also dead.

Suddenly a light pierced the darkness!

"Bump—" a loud slam on the door brought Watson back to consciousness.

Before he could clearly see who was coming, a black figure rushed over...

"I knew it." Sherlock's hair was already disheveled, covered with sweat, the dark blue scarf was kneaded in his hands, and the buttons of his jacket were unbuttoned, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Sherlock?" said Watson, frowning.

While covering Watson's head with the scarf, Sherlock said nervously, "Mycroft told me last time that if you are locked up in one place for a long time, you will self-harm."

"I do not have……"

"Then what is this?" Sherlock took a few breaths, adjusted his breathing and said.

Watson said blankly, "I don't know..."

Sherlock paused, regaining his usual composure, and said while unchaining Watson, "Okay, let's go out first."

"Pa——" Watson slapped Sherlock's hand away: "This is a time bomb, can you dismantle it?"

Sherlock pursed his lips, and immediately squatted down to check: "No, but Moriarty asked to dismantle the bomb, so I went to learn it all night."

With that said, Sherlock began to disassemble the shell of the time bomb, revealing a bunch of loops inside.

"Are you sure?" Watson asked with a smile, "No, I'll do it."

"How can you hit your head like this...I'll try...well...to find the fire wire, stop the timing circuit, and generate electricity to detonate the bomb when the time comes." Sherlock opened up a bunch of return lines inside and distinguished the zero line : "This one? But it looks like a combination of a time bomb and a crush bomb."

Watson looked down at the bomb, and said lightly, "It does, but I'm sure, you go first!"

"Why?" Sherlock pulled out two return lines that were suspected to be fire wires and pinched them in his hands.

"I'm going to cut the line myself."

Sherlock paused, rolled his eyes, frowned and said, "John, you don't know how to defuse bombs."

"That's better than you, go out."

"No, I have already notified Lestrade." Sherlock showed a little panic: "They will come soon."

Watson glanced at Sherlock and smiled slightly: "Okay."

"Then shall I talk to you?"

"it is good."

"What did Moriarty tell you?"

"Well, let me tell you what I told him."

Sherlock smiled and said, "Okay."

"You bend over."

Sherlock kept smiling all the time, and as soon as he bent down, he was knocked away by a huge impact...

Watson pressed against Sherlock's abdomen, and knocked him out of the door with all his might!

"Bang--" Watson closed the iron door and slid down the iron door.

"Bump—" Sherlock slammed the door hard: "John, you can't, you can't do this."

Watson said calmly: "There is not enough time to wait for Lestrade, you should leave first and go further."

"What are you going to do?" Sherlock gritted his teeth and roared fiercely, "What are you going to do?"

"I'll defuse the bomb, don't worry."

"If you can take it apart, you won't get me out."

Watson paused, then smiled and said, "Just in case."

"I can't see you die in front of me."

Watson lowered his head, with tears slowly seeping from his eyes, he said hoarsely, "Thank you..."

Sherlock shouted through the iron door: "What did you say?"

Watson wiped away his tears and said with a smile, "Trust me, you leave first."

If someone is reluctant to die by himself, that is enough to live.

He smiled from the bottom of his heart, facing the light coming through the crack of the door, carefully looking for the line of fire... A drop of sweat fell on the bomb, and Watson kept breathing, trying to adjust his mentality.

Time passed by, and Sherlock stood outside the door, kicking the wall helplessly... He walked to the wall and stopped, but his breathing became faster and faster.

The forbearance finally broke out, and Sherlock roared angrily: "You said you would follow me, then your life is mine, you can't...you can't be so selfish."

Watson twitched the corner of his mouth and said amusedly, "You still say the word selfish? Emotional intelligence has improved!"

"John!" Sherlock yelled helplessly.

Watson's hand trembled as he parted the return route, and soon returned to normal... He ignored Sherlock's yelling outside the door, and concentrated on identifying the two return routes Sherlock had found, which one was the line of fire.

But at this moment, with 1 minute left, there is not enough time to think... Watson tightly held two threads in his hand.

What else can I say?No... that's enough, don't say any more sentimental words to trouble Sherlock.

He tightened his grip on the live wire, gritted his teeth and tore one of them off...

"Tick, tick..."

There is silence in the basement. Is it the dawn before the darkness, or the darkness before the dawn?

Watson held his breath tightly, and Sherlock outside the door stopped moving...

Three seconds later, everything was as usual, no explosion, no flames...

Watson relaxed his body in an instant, and his tense muscles suddenly collapsed, as if he had just been scooped out of the water!

Sherlock's breathing gradually stabilized. He turned his head to look at the iron gate, couldn't help closing his eyes, and put his heart back to the original place.

After a while, Watson stood up and opened the iron door... When Sherlock appeared in front of him again, he smiled!

It's good to be alive...

Sherlock glared at Watson, and said helplessly, "What will you do if you die?"

"Everyone is mortal."

"But, John..." Sherlock lowered his voice suddenly: "Then you died like this? This... leave me like this?"

Watson curled his lips and said with a relaxed face: "Don't you also like to bet with your life? This is a danger that belongs to me, and you can't take it away!"

Sherlock paused, then raised his head awkwardly: "I...I'm..."

"What's that?" said Watson, laughing.

However, the smile on Watson's face soon disappeared, because there was a flash of guilt in Sherlock's eyes!

How could Sherlock feel guilty?

... He should live better than anyone else!

Watson stood up slowly from the ground, smiling into Sherlock's eyes...

Sherlock immediately supported him: "I'll carry you out."

"Listen Sherlock, I really know how to defuse bombs, I'm a soldier from Afghanistan."

Sherlock said in bewilderment, "You...really?"

"Really, I'm not lying to you." Watson patted Sherlock's shoulder, "Believe me, it was really just in case."

Sherlock looked up into Watson's eyes, and Watson always smiled back... After a while, Sherlock looked away and looked elsewhere: "Well, I believe it."

With that said, Sherlock supported Watson and carefully led him out of the basement.

Watson looked at the joy in Sherlock's eyes, and let out a sigh of relief...

Speaking of lying, who can expose himself?

But... this is probably the first time in my life that I have told... such a so-called white lie.

Want to live, live by Sherlock's side... forever...

"Sherlock, how long do you think we can live?"

"How long do you want to live, how long do you want to live?"

"Don't people die?"

"Of course." Sherlock paused, then smiled and said, "But..."

"But what?"

"I will die with you."

Watson froze for a moment, then lowered his head, trying to keep the tears in his eyes...but just missed it, the bewildered look in Sherlock's eyes.

Sherlock looked down at Watson, then at his hands...

Why would you say such a thing?

The author has something to say: Hey, hey...the rhythm of dying for love QAQ~~~~ Juan Fu, when I watched the third season, I felt that you should learn to dismantle bombs. You can’t dismantle bombs when you deal with terrorists. Excuse me?

Peanut: He won't, I can learn!

Comb: Just pamper him, don't retaliate in the future!

Peanut: what?

Comb, don't you understand?You will understand later [meaningful long face~~~