save Sherlock

Light snow suddenly fell from the sky, and the snowflakes landed on Jasmine's shoulders, and were quickly melted by the temperature on her skin, eventually turning into a drop of icy water, which slid onto Jasmine's black dress.

Jasmine stopped running, crossed her hands and hugged her shoulders, but the exposed skin was soon chilled by the snow... Gradually, the body temperature was also lost, surpassing the pain in her heart of failing to confess.

She turned around slowly and looked up at Sherlock's house. Just as she was about to go upstairs to get her clothes, she saw Watson running out of breath.

"Put it on quickly." Watson put the coat on Jasmine's body, panted and said, "Come with me, and let them apologize to you."

Jasmine was stunned, she lowered her head and continued to put on her coat, then said coldly, "What apologies? Sherlock is always like that, what can I say?"

"Sherlock is wrong today, and so is Mycroft." Watson said softly with a smile, "You are a good girl, and this matter is all their fault."

"Good girl?" Jasmine suddenly yelled at Watson, "Then why does Sherlock always treat me like this?"

Watson was taken aback. Looking at the hysterical Jasmine, he didn't know what to say for a while: "That's Sherlock's bad luck."

Jasmine's shoulders began to twitch slightly, and when she looked up again, tears had overflowed her eyes, slid down her cheeks to her chin, and finally dripped into the snow.

Watson looked at Jasmine who was weeping silently, folded his arms helplessly, and kept biting his lips, trying to speak a few times but was forced back by Jasmine's tears.

"Eh..." Watson tucked his left eyebrow, and said awkwardly, "Although I shouldn't say this at this time, but...you are a good girl."

Jasmine sniffed and turned her head in complete disbelief.

Watson sighed, put his hands on Jasmine's shoulders, looked at Jasmine seriously and said, "I don't know why you like Sherlock, but since he doesn't like you, you should live better than him, because Men are scumbags."

Jasmine slowly turned her head to look at Watson, wiped her tears and said, "Bitch?"

"The more you can't let go of him, the less he cares about you." Watson said with a smile: "If you continue like this, you will only get deeper and deeper, and in the end you can only compose Sherlock's charm. But why are you wasting yourself time to fulfill the splendor of others?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about?" Jasmine pursed her lips and said anxiously, "What do I need to do so that Sherlock will like me?"

"Listen Jasmine, Sherlock is a person who will analyze everything thoroughly from the very beginning. If he comes to a negative conclusion, the chance of changing his mind is very low."

"Should emotions be reasoned with reason?"

"Of course feelings can't be like this, but he is Sherlock... Maybe Sherlock's love is reason plus reasoning." Watson shrugged helplessly: "There are always people whose thinking is different from the public, you can't understand it, right? ?So you should find someone who can understand, mutual understanding is the cornerstone of love."

Jasmine wiped her tears again, choked up and said, "Once he denies it, we won't be able to do it?"

"Others don't dare to say it, but..." Watson paused, and said seriously: "But this is the case here with Sherlock. Because he only worships himself and believes in his own wisdom, so what he reasoned out, you have to Let him overthrow it by himself?"

"You know him very well." Jasmine stopped her tears, but she still couldn't restrain her twitching shoulders.

"I just happen to be able to accept him intellectually, but I don't agree with him emotionally." Watson let go of Jasmine's shoulders, blinked and said, "Giving up such a good girl proves that Sherlock is a big fool."

"Pfft——" Jasmine couldn't help laughing at Watson's mischievous look, "I don't know how long it will take to forget Sherlock, I just... I just..."

"I understand, don't worry, you deserve a better man."

Jasmine reluctantly twitched the corners of her mouth, and smiled unnaturally: "Well, what about Sherlock, what kind of woman would he like?"

Watson was stunned, and frowned slightly. Irene's fiery red lipstick and the whip in his hand suddenly appeared in his mind...

On the surface, Sherlock's preferences are indeed as special as his thoughts.

A woman like Irene is good to look at. Instead of spending time conquering, it's better to find someone who lives at home. It seems that I am really old...

Watson shuddered, and chased away the unrealistic thoughts in his mind: "Maybe he likes to have a whip in his hand and beat him hard, after all, he deserves a beating."

"What?" Jasmine looked at Watson in disbelief.

"Um... I mean, it's a waste of time for you to guess what a freak thinks." Watson helped Jasmine's next door and brought her back to 221B Baker Street.

Jasmine smiled gratefully, followed Watson's footsteps with her head down, and just as she walked downstairs, Jasmine's cell phone rang.

After answering the phone, Jasmine looked at Watson apologetically, "I have to go back to the hospital for an autopsy."

"I'll take you there."

Watson didn't care that he wasn't wearing a coat, so he immediately took a taxi to take Jasmine back to the hospital. Although she was panicking from the cold, it was Sherlock who caused the trouble. Soon Watson would be upgraded from an assistant housekeeper to a mother.

As soon as he walked into the autopsy room, he saw Sherlock and Mycroft standing upright by the door...

Watson frowned and stepped forward suspiciously, glanced at the charred corpse, then looked at Sherlock: "Why are you here?"

"I'm sorry!" Mycroft said to Jasmine full of apology.

"No... I'm fine." Jasmine smiled awkwardly.

"I'm sorry." Sherlock also apologized, and then looked at the corpse in a daze.

Watson glanced at the gloomy Sherlock, then turned to Mycroft and said, "Let me think about it... Is the corpse Irene's?"

"This requires Sherlock to identify the corpse." Mycroft said helplessly, crossing his arms.

"Expose the lower part of your body." Sherlock said to Jasmine who was standing aside.

Jasmine looked at the disfigured corpse, then pulled off the white cloth covering the corpse, Sherlock took a look and said with certainty: "It's her."

"Are you sure?" Mycroft demanded.

"determine."

After finishing speaking, Sherlock turned and left the autopsy room. Mycroft chased him out. The two stood by the window in the corridor, looking at the white snow outside the window...

"A cigarette?" Mycroft reassured.

"No, no, John won't agree."

Mycroft curled his lips and said with a smile, "The last time about the drugs?"

"He never compromised on this issue."

Mycroft put away the cigarette case, folded his arms and looked out the window: "If the person lying in the morgue today was John, what would you do? Would you still refuse my cigarettes?"

"What did you say?" Sherlock looked up at Mycroft dissatisfied: "I don't like talking about things that haven't happened."

"Maybe you should think about what is most important to you."

Sherlock glanced at Mycroft, and continued to look out the window without saying a word...

Watson, who had been staying in the morgue, stared at the corpse in a daze, while Jasmine looked at Watson in confusion.

"Why can Sherlock confirm the identity of the deceased just by looking at the body? What is their relationship?" Jasmine finally couldn't help asking Watson.

Watson let out a heavy breath, pulled the white cloth over the corpse, turned to look at Jasmine and said, "You should ask Sherlock about this."

As he said that, Watson walked out of the autopsy room and came to the corridor. Before he got close, he said to Mycroft, "Did you receive the news? Why did you die today?"

Mycroft turned around and replied, "Sherlock asked me to investigate, otherwise the body might not be found until tomorrow."

"Ah...then I understand." Watson smiled and said to Mycroft, "You can go back first, and Sherlock will leave it to me."

Mycroft nodded, then strode towards the door...

Watson looked at Mycroft's back until he had completely disappeared before saying to Sherlock, "Why are you so sure it's Irene?"

"She sent her mobile phone, and that mobile phone is more important than her life."

"You really believe she's dead?"

"You have your own ideas?"

"She used that ringtone for him, and even sent you a text message to flirt. Then she died suddenly. Maybe she was using you. After all, even the corpse is disfigured." Watson analyzed calmly.

"But so what, she's dead."

"No..." Watson stared at Sherlock, and said slowly, "You're not sure, are you? But why did you lie to Mycroft?"

Sherlock paused, frowning, speechless...

Watson stepped forward, folded his arms and said, "You're in love with her, and that's why you helped her hide from Mycroft first anyway?"

"But what if she really died?"

"But do you want her dead?"

Watson looked at Sherlock in disbelief, and lowered his head furiously...

So, Sherlock is willing to be deceived?Regardless of whether Irene is dead or not, Sherlock is no longer normal!

In the past, Sherlock would tell him the suspicious points of the case as soon as possible. Now that there are suspicious points, he chooses to hide himself, first helping Irene to deceive Mycroft.

What does it mean?

Hehe, even if he wants to help Irene, it doesn't matter if he tells me.

I bet, if I didn't ask him today, he wouldn't tell himself, that's the only trust between us?

Or, did he already care about this woman more than anything else?

Watson raised his head and glanced at Sherlock, then slowly turned and left, clenching his fists tightly all the way...

Why does the heart hurt?Just because Sherlock didn't tell himself?

No... No, it's not this feeling, there should be other things.

Maybe it's because he realizes that his status is not as good as Irene's?

He laughed at himself...maybe it was because of possessiveness.

Sherlock looked at Watson's back and frowned in confusion.

Suddenly, he chased after him as if suddenly enlightened...

If there are doubts about the case and John is not told, he will definitely be unhappy!

After walking a few steps, Sherlock suddenly slowed down until he stopped completely...

When did you have to consider other people's happiness when doing things yourself?

The author has something to say: Well...these are the two brats, Sherlock, why are you so short on smoking?

I keep smoking and smoking, I am going crazy QAQ... Sorry, I will make it up today.