save Sherlock

Watson wiped his face at the computer, stretched his waist, and sighed with relief. He slowly retracted his hand on the keyboard and accidentally spilled the pills on the table.

Although I won't die, it hurts, especially during the recovery period, and I can't stand it without painkillers.

He looked helplessly at the small pills scattered on the table, reluctantly picked them up with his left hand, put them into the palm of his right hand, then combined them into a handful, and put them all into his mouth with his head raised...

It is indeed difficult to swallow dry without water.

Watson patted his chest and tried to swallow the pill. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a glass of water next to him, took the glass and poured it into it.

Finally swallowed the pill, Watson turned back with a smile and said, "Thank you."

Sherlock shrugged, pursed his lips and smiled: "You're welcome."

"Haven't you already taken root in the living room, why do you have time to run upstairs?"

"I didn't take root in the living room."

"You rarely even go back to your own room, you love that sofa."

"You don't want to stay in the hospital... Well, I have something to talk to you about." Sherlock paused for a moment and didn't speak anymore... After a few seconds of silence, he slowly raised his head to stare at Watson and said, "You don't Will defuse the bomb?"

Watson froze for a moment, turned around and gave Sherlock a huge smile, and said with a little embarrassment, "Okay... I really won't... But, I can't say no, I made a bomb myself."

"When?"

"About seven or eight years old, it's quite simple to do."

"Then why are you lying?"

"Eh... this question..." Watson looked at Sherlock helplessly, and said amusedly, "Why do you think?"

Sherlock took a step forward and looked directly at Watson with seriousness in his eyes: "You are afraid that I will feel guilty, your loyalty even overrides your life, it is because you are afraid that I will feel guilty... and the reason, although I don't know you Why are you always afraid of living, but you do yearn to live.

You worship me as hope or belief, you think I should live better than you, but you are not qualified to live... So, even if you give everything, let me live better than anyone else. "

Watson stared in surprise, sitting on the chair for a long time unable to regain his senses...

It can't be said that Sherlock's EQ is low, he just doesn't bother to think about feelings, and in his words, he has deleted them long ago.

However, if you give him enough time, he can also dissect everything thoroughly, and you can't refute it with reasons.

... This is Sherlock, a well-deserved genius, as long as he thinks about it, he can definitely do it well.

Watson swallowed, then subconsciously licked his lips, lowered his head and thought for a while and said, "Yes, you are right."

"why?"

"Haven't you already reached a conclusion?"

"Yes... I don't think anyone will die for me..." Sherlock took a sharp breath, looked at Watson and said, "You're wrong about something."

"what?"

"Nothing, let's go downstairs and eat."

Watson blinked puzzledly, watching Sherlock turn and leave...

Did Sherlock come up just to tell himself that his analysis came to fruition?

When did Sherlock become so difficult to understand.

He took a step forward, grabbed Sherlock's arm and said, "Mycroft's case seems suspicious. I suspect it has something to do with Moriarty."

Without looking back, Sherlock said, "I'll take care of it."

"No... I mean..."

Sherlock interrupted Watson, went straight to the desk and opened the drawer, then took out the memory stick and put it in his suit pocket: "That's it."

"Just what?"

"You've ruined my war with Moriarty, and I hope you stay well."

"what?"

"If you hadn't made good claims and acted alone, there wouldn't be so many things that would cause Moriarty to change the game again and again. You're always sabotaging my real win or loss with him."

Watson froze on the spot, not knowing what to do, so he just stared blankly at Sherlock...

It's true that I caused so many things by myself, so... you blame me because Sherlock didn't have a good time?

Sherlock put his hands in his trouser pockets and said calmly, "Got it?"

"Ming...understood..." Watson replied blankly, with a flash of pain in his eyes.

I just want Sherlock to live a better life... It's really useless!

Watson moved slowly and sat back on the bed, turned his head to look out the window, and didn't see the guilt in Sherlock's eyes at all...

What should I do?There is absolutely no way to face Sherlock's accusations.

But... I just don't want him to get hurt...

He sat quietly on the bed, until two hours later, he slowly stood up and walked to the window... When he lowered his head, he saw Sherlock was butting with a homeless man.

What is Sherlock going to do, does he need someone?

Watson subconsciously took out his cell phone, and was about to call Sherlock, but suddenly regained his senses and hung up immediately.

Will it be dangerous?What if Sherlock is in danger?

His fists could not help but clenched, and soon began to tremble uncontrollably...

Hua Sheng bit his lip, looked down at his phone, and dialed Lestrade's number hesitantly: "What case is Sherlock investigating recently?"

"Who?" Lestrade paused, and immediately realized that it was Watson: "John? Sherlock is investigating the case of the exhibition hall. A security guard died...Didn't he tell you?"

"How did you die?"

"Sherlock said he was killed by a killer called 'Mudman'."

"Do you know the whereabouts of the clay figurine?"

"We're looking, but there's no leads."

"Why don't you ask homeless people, your police intelligence network is too narrow."

"what?"

"It's nothing."

As he said that, Watson hung up the phone and beat on the window lattice... After struggling for a long time, he turned around and picked up his jacket, quickly put it on and rushed out the door.

He found the homeless man who handed the note to Sherlock, and also bought the whereabouts of the clay figurine with the money. While looking at the note, he gritted his teeth grimly...

This is a professional killer, Sherlock didn't even bring a gun, what is he trying to do?

Thinking all the way, he arrived at the destination soon. Before he got out of the taxi, he saw Sherlock running out of a bridge hole and got into a taxi in a panic.

Watson quickly retracted the hand that pushed the car door, and immediately said to the driver, "Follow the car in front."

Would Sherlock be mad to find himself following him?

...It doesn't matter, even if he gets angry, he has to go.

Before the taxi was stable, Watson opened the door, stepped out in one stride, and headed straight for the planetarium...

As soon as he arrived in the museum, he found that Sherlock had disappeared.

Damn, where did you go?

Sherlock, you must not have any accidents, my life... only you are left in my life, you are my only friend.

"Touch—" Watson pushed open the thick red door of a demonstration hall.

The three-dimensional image of the celestial body enveloped the entire demonstration hall, surrounded by countless stars, and Sherlock was fighting a giant nearly three meters tall.

Watson rushed up immediately, stepped on a chair and leaped into the air, barely kicking the killer clay figurine's chest.

The killer just took a slight step back, and immediately punched him. Watson was unsteady, and fell heavily to the ground after being hit in the abdomen...

Watson rubbed his abdomen, frowned and gritted his teeth, trying to drive away the pain.

Damn it!The injury hasn't healed yet, and the body is out of control at all.

Sherlock immediately took a step forward, and at the same time as his body dived, his left leg swept across the killer's lower body. The killer was tall but a little clumsy, and he only relied on brute force to raise his leg to fight back.

Sherlock glanced at Watson and said, "Why are you here?"

Watson was slightly taken aback, his fists suddenly clenched, and he bowed his head to Sherlock...

Sherlock is unhappy?But knowing that this is a professional killer, he didn't even bring a gun.

But will this be hated?

Suddenly, the killer slammed his fist heavily at Sherlock, and Sherlock immediately rolled to the right, dodging the blow.

Watson subconsciously rushed over, knelt on one knee and raised his hands high to block the killer's fist: "I'm worried about you."

Sherlock pursed his lips, took a step forward immediately, leaned over and split the fists of the two with one hand...

The killer and Watson immediately retreated to both sides. Sherlock took Watson's place, bent his knee and raised his foot to kick the killer's knee. Then, he jumped up with the help of the killer's knee, and overturned the opponent with a scissor kick in the air. on the ground.

Watson slightly turned his aching shoulder, and rushed up with a long step. He had just arrived at the killer, but Sherlock took the original position with a wrong body.

He immediately changed his position, and as soon as he aimed his fist at the killer's face, Sherlock blocked it.

"What are you doing?" Watson frowned slightly.

Sherlock didn't speak. He raised his elbow and bounced Watson's fist away. Watson suddenly took a few steps back...

After finally stabilizing his figure, Watson looked at Sherlock puzzled, but Sherlock never gave him a look, and all his attention was on the killer.

Watson bit his lip, looking for an opportunity to join the fight again, and was just about to punch him, but was hit by Sherlock's elbow on the cheek, knocking him out of the fighting range.

Watson gritted his teeth, glared at Sherlock, and took out his gun to aim at the killer...

"Bump—" After two shots, the three-dimensional image in Naihe's demonstration hall was too dazzling, surrounded by colorful stars, making it impossible to prepare for aiming.

Seeing this, the killer immediately turned around and fled... Sherlock stood calmly on the spot, watching the killer flee, raised his right hand and tore off his scarf, gasped for a few breaths, then turned and looked down at Watson, "Are you again?" Come to wreak havoc."

"What?" Watson looked at Sherlock puzzled.

"Can't you just stay there?"

"But...but this is a professional killer, and you don't even have a gun."

"So what?"

"So what?" Watson stared at Sherlock with wide eyes in disbelief: "If I don't come, what should you do if you have something to do?"

"That's my problem too." Sherlock took a step forward and looked at Watson sharply: "Listen, John, what do you want to do?"

Facing Sherlock's cold questioning, Watson immediately panicked: "I... didn't want to do anything..."

"Enough!" Sherlock interrupted Watson in a cold voice: "Before I didn't have you, I had a very good life. So, I don't think I can't handle these things myself."

"But I'm just worried about you."

"John, put away your morbid loyalty, I don't need it!" Sherlock paused, and said without hesitation, "Look at me, I know you can understand, I've had enough of you running into my life Here, mess up everything for me!"

Watson was completely stunned...

What did Sherlock say?He said he didn't need himself.

Why... what did I do wrong?I'm just worried about him...

After a while, Watson slowly got up, took a deep breath, and walked out with a dejected expression.

Maybe he really disturbed Sherlock's life, his expression really told himself that he hated himself!

Sherlock stood under the colorful cosmic celestial body images, quietly watching Watson's back...Suddenly, the coldness in his eyes instantly disintegrated, turning into guilt, intolerance and pain.

John, you made a mistake. Loneliness is not born with you. Having it does not mean getting used to it... especially after having you.

The author has something to say: Be careful...Wow haha, even if you are a piece of ice, Peanut can cover you with blood...

Don't carelessly accept this bloody and fiery love...Although it is tragic and painful, but falling in love will be happy even if you tear it apart (Scorpio OTZ is a peanut, but the comb is not, so it is difficult to write QAQ)