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Watson sat in front of the fireplace with a plate and had breakfast. While eating, he glanced up at Sherlock, who was reading the newspaper, and then turned his gaze back to continue eating breakfast.

Soon, breakfast was wiped out in only one-third of the usual time. Watson looked down at the empty plate and frowned in confusion, feeling that something was missing.

By the way, the text message that usually spoils the atmosphere is gone...

Under Sherlock's persistent "efforts", the whole house has become a multi-functional office integrating a studio, laboratory, and mortuary.In addition to being messy, it was more or less serious. Since the sound of Irene's text messages, the basic style has been completely destroyed, so it is quiet now.

Watson got up to wash the breakfast plates, walked halfway and turned back a few steps, hesitating whether to say something to Sherlock...

Sherlock was holding up the newspaper and reading carefully, and in front of him was a glass of milk that hadn't touched at all...

The winter sun reflected on the snow and it was extraordinarily bright, and it was a bit dazzling when it came in through the window. Sherlock turned his body slightly so that his sight would not be disturbed by the light, but he still didn't want to drink the milk.

Watson smacked his lips, turned around decisively, and walked straight to the kitchen...

Is Sherlock worried about Irene?Well...it's not the first time I've forgotten to drink milk.

That woman is really powerful, she can make Sherlock like this, I hope she is really dead, and staying is a disaster!

The faucet was turned very hard, and the water column hit the plate, splashing a lot of water onto Watson's clothes. He took a step back in a hurry and turned off the faucet immediately.

Watson put down the plate depressedly, but continued to look absent-minded...

It's not good to go on like this. After all, if there is a second Irene, will Sherlock still care about it?

Although I can be with Sherlock for the rest of my life, why doesn't Sherlock need it?

Sherlock has not experienced worldly feelings, but he has experienced complete abandonment, so the difference is that Sherlock may leave 221B Baker Street that day, with a woman...

Watson exhaled softly, turned on the tap again to wash the dishes, and tried not to pay attention to Sherlock.

Sherlock sat in the living room, slowly put down the newspaper in his hand, turned his head to look at Watson who was washing the dishes, and then looked at the milk in front of him...

I really don't know what happened to Watson these days, Sherlock simply stopped paying attention to Watson, took out Irene's mobile phone, looked at the power-on password on the screen, and fell into deep thinking again.

Watson put the washed dishes into the cabinet, and as soon as he bent down, he saw Sherlock staring at his phone in a daze. He closed the cabinet and stood up slowly...

Is that woman really so attractive?

For the first time in his life, he didn't know why he was angry, but subconsciously left the kitchen and entered the living room...

Sherlock continued to look at the phone without moving, as if he didn't notice anyone approaching. Watson quickened his pace even more angrily. When he finally stood beside Sherlock, his mind suddenly went blank...

"So... are you trying to decipher the code?" Watson looked at Sherlock dumbfounded.

That is to say, how can a person like Sherlock have an emotional mind to store the CD-ROM drive? Even if Irene is special, he can't forget the case.

"Otherwise?" Sherlock looked back at Watson, turning his head in disdain.

"Well... I thought you were sad." Watson paused, and decided to speak his mind: "Irene is very special, at least for you."

Sherlock withdrew his gaze from the phone, was stunned for a moment, and then said perfunctorily: "The milk is cold."

Hua picked up the cup angrily, turned around and entered the kitchen: "Don't you have hands and feet?"

"Hmm." Sherlock shrugged and looked at Watson regretfully.

"Has anyone ever told you that if you stay under the same roof as you, the carbon dioxide will automatically break the meter."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that you are suitable for being alone. Anyone who stays in the same room with you will die of suffocation. It should be said that you will die of anger, so you are the most perfect master criminal."

Sherlock held the phone, looked at Watson with half-closed eyes, and said coldly: "Do you mean that I am suitable for one person, or that I can only be one person?"

"God has labeled you a solitary animal."

Sherlock grabbed the newspaper in hand, shook angrily, and said through gritted teeth, "Then you'd better stay away from me."

When Watson heard it, he put the hot milk on the table heavily, and the splashed milk wet the newspaper in Sherlock's hand: "That's exactly what I meant!"

After speaking, Watson picked up his coat, turned around and left, and ran downstairs in one breath...

As soon as I came to the road, I saw a black car, and a beautiful lady stepped out of the car, very Mycroft likes to make everything mysterious and dramatic, but... that's just there That's all.

Watson curled his lips in disdain, and said to the beautiful lady in front of him, "Mycroft?"

"Yes, come with me in the car."

Watson glanced back at the window of the living room, turned around and decided to get in the car, no matter who it was, it would be more comfortable than staying under the same roof as Sherlock.

When the car started, he couldn't help but look back at the window of the living room from the rear window...

What exactly is Sherlock thinking, is it because of the case or because of Irene?Or both?

Soon, the car was parked in an abandoned factory in the suburbs, and Watson got out of the car helplessly. It was a place that Mycroft would have chosen.

Following this beautiful lady, Watson entered the factory, and after turning around, he saw a person who was completely expected.

Watson greeted with a polite smile: "I'm glad to see you again, after all, that charred corpse is too unworthy of you."

"How do you know?" Irene smiled lightly at the corner of her mouth as always: "I just want to ask you for a favor."

"Your maid doesn't have the skills of Her Majesty the Queen. She has many flaws on her body, and she doesn't look like Mycroft at all." Watson spread his hands and continued helplessly, "How can I help you?"

"I made a mistake and thought I was going to die so I sent the phone to Sherlock, but I want it back now."

"You can ask him directly, anyway, he has been thinking about you."

Irene smiled maliciously: "Are you jealous?"

"He and I are both big men, how can we be jealous?"

"But you love him so much."

"What do you love?" Watson smiled incredulously, and then said: "Don't be kidding, I'm not gay, there can only be friendship between two big men, so Sherlock and I can't be the relationship you think of."

"Really?" Irene smiled slightly, took out her phone and said, "But I'm gay, but I'm attracted to him. But you're not, but you can get his full attention."

"What are you concerned about?" Watson frowned and said puzzledly, "You've been texting him all the time. He never does that with anyone."

"But he never got back to me." Eileen paused and said, "So I'm special?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"And what did he do to you?"

"Don't treat me as a rival in love. If you are going to get married, I will move out immediately."

Eileen lowered her head and sent a text message while saying, "Don't be in a hurry to prove anything."

Watson wanted to refute, but he swallowed the words again...

Yes, why are you in such a hurry?This will only lead to misunderstanding.

He sighed quietly, sorted out his emotions, and said seriously: "He looks very sad, you should explain to him."

"Okay...I told him I'm not dead." Irene looked at the phone with a smile and repeated the content of the text message: "So dear Mr. Holmes, let's have dinner together!"

"Miss Irene Adler." Watson looked at Irene seriously and said, "I hope you are serious about Sherlock. The desire to conquer is vivid in you, but I don't want Sherlock to be hurt."

"Do you think he will be hurt by me?" Irene looked at Watson proudly.

"Well... Maybe I should change my tone." Watson crossed his arms and said coldly: "I'm not discussing anything with you, I'm warning you that if you let Sherlock get hurt, I will make you pay for it." cost."

"Oh..." Irene looked at Watson quietly, and then said slowly: "Your loyalty and desire to protect him have exceeded what an assistant should have."

"It's not your business." Watson frowned displeased.

For a while, the two were relatively speechless, just looking at each other quietly...Suddenly, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice broke the atmosphere at this time.

"Ah~" full of affection.Although the text message ringtone of desire disappeared for several days, Watson would never forget it anyway, and of course the owner of this sound-Irene would not forget either.

The two looked at the sound at the same time, but Sherlock didn't stop for a moment, turned around and left...

Watson looked at Irene: "It seems that he is worried about you."

"Why didn't he come because he was worried about you?"

"Because he ran away now, it's obviously because you lied to him and used him."

"Really?" Irene raised the corners of her mouth high, with a proud and superior expression on her face.

"Whatever you want, I'm leaving." Watson didn't want to see Irene's face again, so he turned and left immediately.

After walking out of the abandoned factory, Watson looked up at the sun in the sky, and at the grass on the ground...

Are you going to find Sherlock?He's definitely not coming home now, but... why are you looking for him?

So far, I still don't understand what kind of feelings Sherlock has for Irene.

And Sherlock doesn't seem to be willing to tell himself... In fact, it may be like what Mycroft said, Sherlock is more interested in Irene, but Irene gives a boy who has never had any emotional experience a different experience.

Love may not be talked about, but Sherlock must have a good impression of her, otherwise he would never tell Mycroft that Irene is dead when he is not sure yet.

So... what's the situation now?

Let them continue to develop or let them separate?

Watson kicked the haystack irritably, gritted his teeth, turned and went home...

Let Sherlock go, he always has his own ideas anyway!

The author has something to say: Peanuts...you have to believe that there will be love between two men, please believe deeply, you must believe~~~~ PS: I have recently drawn a lot of *, I will reply to comments and updates, I have to squat all day long, just for the second when I don’t smoke... I’m crying and faint ＿(:з」∠)＿