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Watson made a cup of black tea, sat on the sofa with little interest, and watched Sherlock keep searching the wardrobe.

"How about this one, John?" Sherlock asked, coming out in a yellow fireman's suit.

"Dear Sherlock, that beautiful Miss Queen is not simple."

"That's why I have to pretend."

Watson put down the teacup in his hand, stood up lazily, folded his arms and said, "Do you think a woman who can deal with so many politicians has not seen any pretense?"

"There must be a reason to enter that house." Sherlock said while taking off his fire suit, "You can't find the photos if you just break in."

"Since I was 15 years old, no lock in the world can hold me back."

"But then she would be alerted, which would then prevent me from finding the photos."

"This is also..." Watson smacked his lips and looked down at the ground: "Do you want me to punch you?"

Sherlock smiled and said, "You are simply the best assistant, you know what I need without me telling you."

As he spoke, Watson clenched his fists while taking a step forward, making a "click" sound.

"Stop." Sherlock raised his hands and made an exaggerated protective gesture: "Wait until we get to the place, otherwise the color of the wound will be wrong."

"But I don't want to go with you."

"For...why?"

"It's just a political scandal."

Sherlock immediately understood, looked at Watson and said, "Because no one needs to be saved, you feel that you cannot satisfy the psychology of atonement."

"Are you a declarative sentence or a question sentence?" Watson sat back heavily on the sofa, held up his teacup and said, "You like challenges, whether you take the initiative or be challenged. Miss Irene, who likes power control, can provoke you to conquer desire, because she is one of us."

"Yes, I am interested in such a person."

"Then I'd rather face Moriarty. After all, this Miss Irene just opened a website."

Sherlock twitched his lips in disdain: "If Moriarty didn't involve adultery, you might follow him."

"What?" Watson looked up at Sherlock in surprise.

"You admire him, don't you?"

"I admire you too..." Watson changed his sitting position and said with a frown, "Moriarty is indeed like us..."

"Will you follow him if one day he changes his ways? After all, he appreciates you so much. As long as you nod, he will be ecstatic."

"Are we talking about the same thing? The beautiful Miss Irene is the one you should pay attention to."

"I know, but you will follow me wherever I go."

"I'm not."

"Unless I say no need."

"I have to respect you."

Sherlock shifted, folded his arms and said, "Then why don't you follow me now?"

"Sherlock, don't you think you can't even handle this girl?" Watson took a sip of coffee, "You're in no danger, unless you fall in love with this lady and lose your usual judgment."

"You're questioning my ability to control."

"Interest is the first step in love. Be careful of this sadistic queen. Many people have surrendered to her whip." Watson raised his right hand and pointed a gun at Sherlock.

"You think I'm an ordinary person like those people?"

Watson picked up a piece of chocolate chip cookie with his mouth, and said vaguely and perfunctorily: "Then go quickly."

"Are you really not going?"

"Well, the wound on the face can be healed by yourself. Just beat up a homeless man. Don't get your clothes dirty. I don't want to go to the laundry for now."

"Okay." Sherlock glared at Watson, picked up his coat and turned to leave.

Facing the empty living room door, Watson shook his hand and said, "I'm having Indian food today, come back early!"

The only response to Watson was the sound of closing the door from downstairs...

After afternoon tea, Watson called Mrs. Hudson and asked her what kind of curry she liked, and then updated her blog again.

It was not until the evening that he stretched himself, slowly got up and went downstairs into Mrs. Hudson's kitchen.

Diced potatoes, carrots, and sweet onions are thrown into the curry soup together. The beef is also the best part. It didn’t take long for the curry in the pot to churn, and the kitchen immediately The aroma is overflowing, and the rich curry taste challenges the taste buds on the tongue.

But this pot of curry lasted until seven o'clock in the evening, and Sherlock still didn't come back...

"Ding ding..." Watson was stirring the curry while answering the phone: "Hello, who is it?"

"I'm Lestrade, something seems to be wrong with Sherlock, you need to take a look."

Watson stopped stirring and asked nervously, "What's the matter?"

"Uh...probably some drugs that will make people unconscious and vomit for a few days." Lestrade tried his best to analyze the situation in front of him while touching Sherlock's neck artery: "Are you coming?"

"Irene Adler's house?"

"Yes."

Watson dropped the spoon in his hand and growled, "Damn it, Sherlock will be caught by that woman?"

"I don't know the specifics, but he doesn't seem to want to go to the hospital." Lestrade looked at Sherlock, who was half asleep and half awake, and shrugged helplessly: "Should I bring him back?"

"Bring it back, bring it back now." Watson slapped the table angrily.

After hanging up the phone, Watson walked around the kitchen uneasily. The smell of curry in the room was very strong, and it was so stuffy that his head hurt.

Watson kicked away the trash can at his feet, opened the door and walked to the side of the street. A gust of cold wind blew in. He folded his arms and looked at the busy street...

A black car came to a slow stop, Watson immediately went up to stop the car, and before the car stabilized, he opened the door.

Sherlock fell on the back seat, twisting his body in a daze, and suddenly, couldn't help but vomit...

Lestrade got out of the car immediately and looked at Sherlock helplessly: "He vomited several times, I have to wash the car later."

"Didn't you give him antiemetics?"

"He insists on coming back first, I brought the injection." Lestrade handed the injection to Watson.

Watson took the needle and plunged into Sherlock's blood vessel without any hesitation. Sherlock stretched out his right hand weakly, trying to pull out the needle, but Watson gave him a disdainful look.

Lestrade, who was standing aside, was taken aback, and quickly said, "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing? You have the nerve to come back after making it like this." Watson pulled out the needle gently, shook his head impatiently, and then pressed the needle hole for Sherlock to stop the bleeding: "He was full of ambition when he went out, if it wasn't for negligence Will it be like this? Maybe I really fell in love with this Queen, and lost my judgment."

"Oh..." Lestrade organized his words, "Okay, it looks like another family dispute."

Watson helped Sherlock up, trembling with anger when he saw that he was about to die...

I really want to knock Sherlock's head off. It's just a woman. Could this Miss Irene be another Moriarty?

Even if it was Moriarty, Sherlock would not have done this kind of virtue when facing the battle.

Could it be that he underestimated the enemy?

It deserves it, a little lesson is a good thing, women have always been more ruthless than men.

Watson vigorously tore off the crumbling scarf hanging around Sherlock's neck. After the collar of the coat was pulled away, Watson seemed to catch a glimpse of something unusual, and immediately ripped off Sherlock's shirt.

God, there are traces of a whip, really worthy of a sadist queen, but...

Did Sherlock play sadistic games with this Queen?

Watson stopped in his tracks, and cast a gloomy glance at the unconscious Sherlock, unable to ask anything, he was like a deflated ball.

Lestrade looked at Watson who was stripping Sherlock for inspection, looked at the busy street with some embarrassment, and reminded in a low voice: "If you want to check something, you'd better go into the house, but when I go, Xia Locke's clothes are neat."

"I know!" Watson turned his head and said angrily, "I don't need you to remind me. I'm not his husband, so I'm not checking whether he has cheated!"

"Eh..." Lestrade blinked, looked at Watson innocently, and suddenly he sniffed the rich curry aroma in the air: "Curry?"

"Want to eat? Come in." Watson helped Sherlock into the house without looking back.

Lestrade swallowed, still unable to resist the temptation of Watson's cooking skills, and followed Watson's footsteps into 221B.

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Hudson came out of the kitchen and exclaimed when she saw the unconscious Sherlock: "John, what's wrong with Sherlock?"

"Dead!" Watson said angrily, "I'll help him upstairs first, and then come down to eat."

"Won't Sherlock eat it? Can he still eat it like this?" Mrs. Hudson put her hand on Sherlock's shoulder and said sympathetically, "Originally you wanted to make chicken curry, but he clamored to make it with beef. .”

"He can't eat anymore," said Watson, as he went upstairs. "Just give Lestrade what Sherlock has."

Mrs. Hudson looked back at Lestrade and said, "What's the matter with Sherlock?"

"Probably cheated, John is angry."

"what?"

Watson threw Sherlock onto the sofa, angrily walked to the door of the living room, and shouted at Lestrade, "I told you I'm not his husband."

Then Watson didn't show any mercy, and directly took off Sherlock's vomit-stained clothes. When he took off his underwear, Watson gave him a disgusted look.

During the whole process, Sherlock was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. He didn't complain that Watson was heavy-handed, and he didn't like to pick and choose as usual. When talking about eating curry chicken, he insisted on eating curry beef... Anyway, it's very good Bully!

But for Sherlock, who was so embarrassed and unable to resist, and with the reddish welt marks on his body, Watson felt uncomfortable for not coming...

Watson sighed, and after regaining his composure, he helped Sherlock into the room again, carefully placed him on the bed, and gently pulled the quilt on him.

"Hehe, look at your current appearance, where is your usual arrogance?" Watson murmured dissatisfiedly in Sherlock's ear, "Or did you lose the IQ that you should be proud of when you see a woman?"

"Hmm..." Sherlock groaned uncomfortably, twisting his body with all his strength to try to lift the quilt.

Watson immediately pressed Sherlock's hand and said quickly, "No, unless you want to catch a cold."

"Um……"

"Keep your moaning, I don't want to hear it." Watson angrily tucked the quilt up for Sherlock, and immediately turned and went downstairs to ask Lestrade for details.

No matter who it is, since it dares to make Sherlock become like this, it must pay the price...

The author has something to say: The update is late QAQ... My mother insisted that I go out to eat with her, I can't QAQ with my wayward mother... Sherlock, wait for Watson to settle the score with you, wow ha ha ha