save Sherlock

It was Christmas in a few days. Watson cleaned the fireplace, added firewood and lit it. The warm flame danced in the fireplace and made a "click" sound from time to time.

Watson glanced at the red flames, pulled a chair in front of the fireplace, and sat down with arms folded expressionlessly: "How about a drink since you're here?"

Then he got up and went into the kitchen and took out a bottle of whiskey and two crystal glasses.

A woman slowly walked out of Sherlock's room, with tall black hair, fiery red lipstick, inviolable nobility in the corners of her eyes and brows, and a powerful aura full of queen style.

Watson raised his eyebrows slightly, then raised the wine glass in front of him, and said with a smile, "Miss Irene? How about a drink?"

"John Watson?" Irene smiled lightly, then slowly walked in front of Watson: "It's just like the rumors."

Watson asked sharply, "Whose rumors?"

"You have to believe that your reputation is no less famous than Sherlock." Irene's blurred eyes had a hint of playfulness: "How about giving Sherlock to me?"

"Are you asking questions?"

"is it not OK?"

"You will take what you want in person, even if you do not compromise, it will not happen to ask others to give it to you."

Irene raised the corners of her mouth and raised a charming smile. The high heels studded with rhinestones gave off a blurred halo. Her graceful figure lures people into the spider web she wove at any time. willing to accept her punishment.

She walked up to Watson and took the wine glass, said with a smile, "Then what will you do?"

Watson put his right hand into his trouser pocket and took a sip of whiskey. The spicy taste lingered in his throat, giving people a hot and restless feeling: "Good wine, beautiful women, what a wonderful night."

"Looks like you're enjoying it."

"I paired the wine just for you. You have to know that we only drink milk at night."

Irene took a step closer and stared at Watson with provocative eyes: "You guys are living a healthy life, but how do you know I don't drink milk?"

Watson put down the wine glass in his hand, and said in a moderate voice: "If you want to drink human blood, someone will serve it for you. Who calls you a queen."

Irene smiled like a naive little girl who didn't know much about the world: "Then let's talk about it."

"What are you talking about?" Watson looked up at Irene with warning eyes: "I think you must understand that I don't allow anyone to hurt Sherlock."

"Oh, what a loyal partner!" Irene shook her head exaggeratedly, and looked at Watson with "admiration": "I really don't have much confidence in meeting you."

"You always like to give infinite affirmation to a guess about one thing?"

"So you don't love him?"

Watson glanced at Irene, lowered his head and poured wine for himself: "If he likes you too, I would like to bless you both, but I am not optimistic about your love."

"Why?" Irene gently swept her fingers over her collarbone, and glanced at Watson seductively.

"I won't question your beauty. If Sherlock's will is not considered, I really hope that he can be with Jasmine."

"Who?"

"A girl who is very different from you."

Irene blinked contemptuously: "So it's impossible for Sherlock to be with her."

"You think Sherlock likes your type?"

"There is no doubt that he worships a kind of power, and the source of this power is himself, but at the same time he waits for someone to challenge his power, because he wants to conquer and control everything, and what he values ​​is whether he understands him or not. "Eileen paused, looked at Watson seriously and said, "So what I care about most is you."

"Should I thank you for looking up to me and treating me...as a rival in love?"

"You are an attractive man." Irene smiled sincerely.

"It's a real honor for me to be appreciated by the Queen."

"So it's too wasteful for you to be together, why not share the opportunity with others."

Watson smiled helplessly, took a sip of whiskey, and put it under the base of his tongue, so that the spicy and stimulating feeling continued: "Miss Irene, although I don't know what your purpose is, I have never been interested in politics, but no matter you Whatever you want to do with Sherlock, please don't hurt him."

Irene raised the glass and drank it down, then gently put down the glass and said, "What will happen to you if I hurt him?"

"Don't try to challenge my bottom line." Watson pointed at Irene with his glass slightly tilted and said, "You will know what life is better than death."

"What if Sherlock volunteered?"

"What? What the hell are you thinking?"

Irene looked at Watson and said, "You have been tolerating me, because you don't know Sherlock's thoughts, and you also think he will like me, don't you?"

Watson's expression froze, he took a step back slightly, and immediately became alert...

Sure enough, she is not a simple woman. I really shouldn't underestimate any woman. If I knew it, I would have gone with Sherlock.

Not only is there no flaw in his expression, but his words and deeds are even more confusing.

He said blankly: "Well, I underestimated you."

"Don't underestimate women."

"What are you going to do?"

Irene smiled and said: "Since you are not in that kind of relationship, why don't you give me a chance, I believe Sherlock belongs to me."

Watson relaxed his tightly pressed lips, smiled and said, "Okay."

"You can't interfere during this time."

"it is good."

"Wait for Sherlock to choose."

"But I want to know, do you want to conquer or do you want to love?"

"Is this important?" Irene walked to the window, blinked at Watson, and turned down suddenly.

Watson looked at the shaking curtains, stood quietly for a while, turned around and poured himself another glass of wine, and sat back on the sofa...

Remember Sherlock said that he will not get married.

However, there are always new insights in the journey of life, and I didn't care about it at the time. If Sherlock has someone he likes, being able to love is also a good thing.

Should support him, but...

He touched his chest, lowered his eyes and smiled in disbelief.

There was a faint sadness, probably because Sherlock would not need himself after he got married.

But so what?Now that I have found my target, with or without Sherlock, I will continue to solve the case and atone for my sins.

Watson poured the whiskey in his glass into the fireplace, and the flames burst out suddenly... He watched the flames and lay on the sofa all night. The next day, there were only ashes left in the fireplace without any residual heat.

Finally, in the middle of the night, Sherlock sat up from the bed and made a loud noise, and Watson immediately pushed the door open and entered.

"Where is that woman?" Sherlock shook his heavy head and asked again: "Where is that woman?"

Watson stepped forward to help Sherlock up, held his forehead, and said helplessly, "Calm down, you are naked now."

Sherlock glanced down, pulled the quilt to cover himself: "She has been here."

"I know."

"Have you seen her?"

"Yes."

"What did she say?"

"She said she will come to see you again, you don't need to worry, go back to bed and lie down." Watson threw Sherlock back on the bed and closed the door without looking back.

Well, looking at Sherlock's attitude, should I be ready to accept "that woman"?

Watson smiled self-deprecatingly, and was not prepared to intervene, because the power was in Sherlock's hands, and the only thing he could do was to wait and see what happened, but Mycroft still came to visit 221B Baker Street the next day.

Not knowing how to face Mycroft who brought "that woman" into Sherlock's world, Watson simply ate his breakfast without saying a word.

"How's the photo?" Mycroft walked to the fireplace, picked up the whiskey left over from yesterday, and was about to pour it when Sherlock called out.

"Don't use that cup," Sherlock said, putting down the newspaper in his hand.

Mycroft glanced down at the crystal glass to make sure it was well cleaned and sterilized. "Any questions?"

"John just bought a pair of wine glasses."

Watson's heart skipped a beat, and he continued to eat breakfast without looking up...

How could Irene hide from Sherlock about Irene's visit yesterday... But you don't need to be so concerned about the wine glasses she drank from, right?

Sherlock glanced down at Watson, frowning in doubt: "You're a little weird today."

"Hmm..." Watson replied lazily, and continued to eat breakfast.

"I also noticed, John, are you in a bad mood?" Mycroft put down the wine glass in his hand, looked at Watson and said.

"Hehe..." Watson raised his hands with a smile, and said in surrender, "Don't pay attention to me all the time, let's get back to your business."

"It seems that you really don't care about political issues." Sherlock slowly looked away, turned to Mycroft and said, "The photos are safe, she's not doing it for blackmail, but for protecting herself."

"You mean to tell me not to worry?" Mycroft looked at Sherlock displeased.

"Of course, let her go, just treat her like the British royal family." Sherlock suddenly changed the subject, stared at Watson and said, "You are not normal."

Watson put down the spoon in his hand, looked up at Sherlock and said, "What's wrong there?"

"You're not angry."

"Why should I be angry?"

"You didn't even complain." Sherlock said in a very sure tone, "You're keeping something from me."

"Dear Sherlock, I'm just not interested in your topic." Watson stood up and looked at Mycroft and said, "Why don't you try the new flavor of pudding that Mrs. Hudson and I developed together?"

"It's my honor. I heard that your craftsmanship is very good. You have made my brother's mouth tricky." Mycroft praised.

"Ah~" A woman's panting sounded suddenly, making the atmosphere awkward for a while.

Mycroft looked at Sherlock puzzled, "What?"

"Uh...text message." Sherlock immediately stood up, looking for the phone in a panic, and suddenly he stopped, looked at Watson and said, "Why didn't you ask me?"

"Why should I ask?" Watson picked up the plate, turned and entered the kitchen: "Obviously not?"

"John, your reaction is not normal at all." Sherlock raised his voice and said, "If something bad happens to me, you will lose your mind. Your confrontation with Moriarty is a good example. You will not Don't ask me any questions."

Watson took out the pudding and said, "So are you in danger now?"

"How could I be in danger? That woman can't beat me yet."

"So, I just need to share with you the pudding I made yesterday." With that said, Watson took out the pudding and handed it to Mycroft, then looked at Sherlock and said, "Do you want a copy?"

"No." Sherlock looked at Watson displeasedly: "I won't eat."

"Okay." Watson shrugged helplessly.

Mycroft, who had been observing quietly, suddenly said, "Sherlock, are you blaming John for ignoring you?"

"Oh, how is it possible!" Sherlock took a step back in a panic, turned around and picked up the phone to check the text messages.

Watson frowned at Mycroft: "Eat more and talk less."

Sherlock looked up at Watson from time to time while reading the text message...

The author has something to say: Well...the curly Fu who plays with his temper, and the helpless and depressed Peanut.

Peanuts, do you really want to fulfill them?Don't you think there is another meaning to being sad?

Don't be self-willed, Juan Fu, when you understand, you will regret it OTZ