save Sherlock

Watson leaned against the window, crossed his arms in displeasure, and lowered his head without saying a word. He accidentally caught a glimpse of the water-soaked carpet. He suddenly raised his head and said coldly: "Irene Ed Miss Le, the water from your head is dripping on the carpet."

"Oh..." Irene was wearing Sherlock's gray pajamas, holding Sherlock's milk cup in her hand, leaning against the fireplace and said, "You look very unhappy, don't be like this, I'm being hunted down, thank you You helped me catch those people."

"No one wants to see their bathroom occupied early in the morning, and a person they don't like very much appears in their home!"

Erin picked up the wet hair on her chest, and curled it casually with her index finger: "You finally admitted that you don't like me? But it seems that you don't hate me either."

Watson squinted at Irene, then turned his head and looked out the window. After a while, he sighed softly and said, "I don't hate anyone with strength. Although you are a woman, you are indeed very capable."

"Understood, power worship." Irene blinked mischievously: "But I'm just a weak woman in trouble now. You and Sherlock, two big men, shouldn't reject me, right?"

"Give me a reason not to refuse?"

"What if Sherlock is willing to keep me? With your loyalty to him, you will definitely not object."

"Oh." Watson snorted coldly, put down his arms, stepped forward and looked at Irene disdainfully and said, "Are you so confident that Sherlock will keep you?"

"Of course." Irene raised the milk glass in her hand and took a sip with a smile: "It's been a long time since I drank this thing, it seems pretty good."

"Do you mean you will reform for Sherlock, or do you think Sherlock has to be you?"

"What do you think, what do you think, Dr. Watson?"

"Whatever." Watson picked up a towel and threw it to Irene in an unfriendly way: "Wipe your hair clean, and I do all the housework."

"You are indeed a good companion." Erin paused, picked up the towel and said, "For Sherlock."

"I think you'd better shut up while I'm still patient." Watson rolled his eyes at Irene and continued, "Your purpose of coming back is Sherlock, right?"

Irene was taken aback for a moment, then smiled lightly and said, "Would you be happy if I told you?"

Watson stared at Irene's expression. Although it was only for a second, Irene did hesitate, but there was no lie in the smile...

What is Erin's purpose?If he really fell in love with Sherlock and came back for Sherlock, he could still bless him.

But... is it really that simple?

Just as he was thinking, Sherlock just came back from the outside. He glanced at Watson, who was not calm, and immediately realized Irene's existence. Just as he was about to speak, Irene stood up first and walked to Sherlock.

Irene looked at Sherlock affectionately, and said slowly: "I'm back, would you still like to have dinner with me?"

Sherlock glanced at Watson carelessly and found that there was nothing unusual about Watson, so he strode over to a chair and sat down: "Who is going to kill you? Or what do you have in your hand?"

Erin went back to the sofa, took a sip of milk and said, "John said you only drink milk. I tried it and it was good."

"John washes the glass more times than you put on makeup."

"You mean..." Erin paused and said, "I shouldn't drink milk from your cup?"

"It shouldn't be washed by John." Sherlock paused and glanced at Watson: "He will be restless when things are moved in the territory, and he will even wash the cups overnight."

Watson glanced at Sherlock angrily. No one likes to be pointed out of their weaknesses in public, so what if they wash the cups all night?

After receiving the look from Watson, Sherlock rolled his eyes in confusion, as if he didn't understand what he did wrong, and was interrupted by Irene just as he was about to speak.

"Oh...you care about his emotions." Irene finished the milk provocatively, put down the glass and said, "Where are the photos I took?"

Sherlock took out a black mobile phone from the pocket of his suit jacket: "What's in it?"

Erin stared at her mobile phone: "Did you not turn on the mobile phone in your hand for six months?"

Sherlock seemed to be provoked, and immediately looked down at the phone... After pondering for a while, he entered the password again, but this time it failed like the previous three times.

Irene smiled triumphantly, walked up to Sherlock, and stretched out her hand to signal him to take out the phone.

Sherlock took a breath, and after adjusting his mood a little, he handed the phone to Irene's palm.

"Thank you." Irene took the phone, raised a triumphant smile, and then entered the password to open the phone. She dug out a photo in the phone and handed it to Sherlock: "I know a security bureau, he Bragging that this photo could save the world."

Sherlock took the phone, frowning and observing the blurry phone photo: "What is this?"

"Can it be solved? The most authoritative experts didn't tell me the answer, although I remember that he was hung upside down at the time."

Sherlock glanced at Irene, seeming to disdain such a challenge, just as he was about to bow his head to decrypt, Watson snatched the phone away...

Watson looked at the photo and looked up at Irene: "This is your purpose?"

Irene looked at Watson calmly, hiding her emotions perfectly: "Don't be so prejudiced against me, or are you blaming me for taking Sherlock away?"

"Then you just ask what is most important to him!"

After saying this, Watson was stunned... like an irritated child, this was the first time.

There's no reason why I have such poor control over my emotions.

"You want to tell me that he loves you?" Irene took the phone back from Watson's hand, then stood behind Sherlock, and gently pressed Sherlock's shoulders with both hands.

"Oh, that's not what I meant." Watson returned to his senses in a panic, and immediately glanced at Sherlock, knowing that Sherlock hadn't misunderstood, so he restrained his emotions with confidence.

Of course I didn't mean that. Based on my understanding of Sherlock, he would not be fettered by anything. For him, Irene is not that important at least now!

Sherlock smiled reluctantly, and turned back to take the phone back from Irene: "John, the answer is the most important thing to me."

Irene bent down slowly, brought her lips close to Sherlock's ear, and breathed out hot air on Sherlock's neck. While looking at Watson provocatively, she whispered in Sherlock's ear: "Then how much time do you need?" Let’s solve the riddle and please the girls…”

Watson bit his lips lightly. Judging by Irene's appearance, he still likes Sherlock?And what about Sherlock... Sherlock solved the problem before she had time to clear her mind. Irene was a difficult problem for experts from all walks of life.

"The letter on it is the seat number of the plane. Judging from the number, it should be a large passenger plane with upper and lower floors." Sherlock said with certainty: "Although it needs to be corrected, I am sure it is a 747 passenger plane. It will depart at 06:30 tomorrow." The flight, supposed to be from Heros Airport Baltimore. Of course it would save the world, but I don't know how. Give me a little time, and it took me eight seconds."

"I really want to take you on this table, and make you beg for mercy at least twice." Irene said against Sherlock's chest.

"I never begged for mercy."

Watson glanced at the complacent Sherlock, and after a while, he caught a glimpse of Irene with her hands behind her back, sending text messages quietly... Watson immediately rolled over from the pile of sundries to Irene, grabbed Irene's hand, Forcefully pulled her right hand over the top of her head.

"What's this?" Watson took the phone from Irene's hand, freeing one hand to open the text message box.

Sherlock immediately turned around, took the phone from Watson, and after seeing the content on it, he frowned and asked Irene, "Who are you sending the letter to? Who are you working for?"

Irene was pressed against her back by Watson's knees, struggling to stand up from her kneeling position: "I can't say, this man is very powerful."

"You still need me to answer the question?" Sherlock also had disappointment in his eyes this time, but it didn't show it like last time. He said calmly, "Say it or not?"

Irene turned her head to look at Watson crying and said, "Let go of me first, I just don't want to die."

Watson let go of Irene cautiously, and Irene wiped away the tears that fell on her chin with the back of her hand, while she approached Sherlock and slowly took back her mobile phone.

She leaned close to Sherlock's body, gently stroking Sherlock's wrist with her palm, while the other was fiddled with the phone, and suddenly smiled and looked up: "I won't beg for mercy either."

"Damn it!" Watson slammed his fist on the table and said angrily, "You are such an extraordinary woman."

"Don't worry, I won't do anything." Irene turned her head and smiled brightly, and then left 221B Baker Street gracefully.

Watson cast a reproachful glance at Sherlock, staggered away from Sherlock's body in great disappointment, and was stopped by Sherlock just as he was about to go downstairs.

Sherlock asked puzzled, "Why this expression?"

"Do you believe that this woman really can't do anything? You don't even know what that photo is for!"

"Are you blaming me for being reckless?"

"I'm sorry, you don't even deserve the word reckless, just like the wild cats who are in spring these days."

"I don't understand why you are so angry?"

Watson turned to stare at Sherlock, and blurted out subconsciously: "Why don't you tell me how much you like that woman? Don't you think this is the normal you? Normally you would figure out everything, and now you have Immersed in the worship of women, are you such a vain person?"

"Oh..." Sherlock was taken aback suddenly, looking at Watson in bewilderment, unable to explain even when he wanted to speak: "I didn't know you looked at me like this."

"So tell me how much you love that woman?"

"Love?"

Sherlock was forced back a few steps by Watson's momentum, but he still couldn't explain it, so he could only choose to remain silent...

Love?

Feelings of admiration and admiration can be seen in John. He really has a good impression of caring about Irene, but that is only limited to appreciation.

If it is said that three days ago, I would not be able to figure out my feelings, but now I am very sure that the only important thing to me is John.

But why is it so important?

Could it be... also love?

With Eileen she will be calm, but not with John...

Watson looked at Sherlock who said nothing, and walked away very disappointed...

The author has something to say: Sherlock, hurry up and make sure of your heart, or it will be too late to apologize~~~ You will be miserable! ! !

But I'm really looking forward to it, Peanut will use "punishment" on you

PS: I heard that * has been withdrawn, and I can finally post normally, congratulations