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Sherlock was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with his hands and fingers facing each other on his chin, and his eyes had been staring at the front without focus for three hours...

A gust of evening wind rushed in, causing the curtains to shake, and at the same time, it also stirred the curly hair on Sherlock's forehead.

He slowly turned his head to look at the street dyed red by the setting sun outside the window, coupled with the cool evening breeze, everything seemed very quiet, so quiet that something wanted to break out of the ground.

Sherlock withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the kitchen. Usually at this time, Watson would stay in the kitchen and prepare dinner. Of course... he would wash the dishes twice until the smell came out from the kitchen. Mrs. Hudson would also prepare the dinner. bring the soup...

Just thinking about it, Mrs. Hudson knocked on the door of the living room with three servings of soup with a smile on her face.

"Dong dong—" After two knocks on the door, before Mrs. Hudson could speak, Sherlock hesitated to explain.

"Well...John isn't here, so there's no dinner today." Sherlock said nervously.

"What?" Mrs. Hudson came in and put down the soup in her hand: "Didn't you agree to cook Afghan dishes today? I'm still waiting for John to give me a feast."

"Is that so, to make Afghani dishes today?" Sherlock smiled and replied with a pretended ease: "Maybe he will make up for it tomorrow."

"So where did he go, Sherlock?"

"I don't know..." Sherlock lowered his head and said nervously, "Maybe he'll be back in a while."

Mrs. Hudson wiped her hands with her apron, walked up to Sherlock, and said with a smile, "Have you had a fight with John?"

"Uh... well, it's actually a little problem."

"Sherlock, you have to be considerate once in a while. There's nothing wrong with being romantic." As she spoke, Mrs. Hudson put her hand on Sherlock's shoulder and comforted her: "John is very nice, isn't he? So it's worth it You make some compromises."

"He's very good..." Sherlock touched the buttons of his suit uneasily. Suddenly, he raised his head and asked Mrs. Hudson, "Am I usually too much?"

Mrs. Hudson put Sherlock's right hand into her palm, and patted the back of his hand slowly: "Although you didn't realize it, it's obvious that you are different to John, and that's not too much."

"What is it?"

"rely."

"Ahem..." Sherlock was taken aback, and the mighty detective was choking on his own saliva: "Mrs. Hudson, do you understand what you're talking about?"

Mrs. Hudson smiled sincerely: "Yes, it is dependence, didn't you find out, Sherlock?"

Sherlock calmed himself down, and forced a smile: "Did you take too much medicine for back pain?"

Mrs. Hudson was not annoyed, and explained with a smile: "Every time John cooks and asks your opinion, you will express a lot of opinions, but in the end you eat what John does. Every time you make a mess in the living room, John I will clean it up for you, but you will still make a mess the next day. John nags you a few words, and you will be happy. John ignores you for a few days, and you always use the food in the kitchen for experiments, so toss John, I believe you just because you care and depend on."

Sherlock didn't refute this time, he just stared blankly at Mrs. Hudson, and then tried hard to analyze his feelings...

If I haven't seen John for a few days, I will really be unhappy; if John comes back from the supermarket and always likes to chat with the waiter in the cafe downstairs, I will indeed be unhappy; sure enough, John has something important and needs to put it in his In front, then the same will be unhappy...

So this is called possessiveness?

Of course, I often check John's computer and mobile phone. At first, I just wanted to know what he was doing, but now it seems that I don't control it, and I feel uneasy...

So this is called control?

Sometimes I can’t see John, and I always wonder what he is doing, although we seem to meet all year round, but if he doesn’t show up at certain times... such as when cooking, such as milk before going to bed every day, Can't seem to sleep well without that glass of milk.

So this is the so-called habit?

If the above is the chemical reaction of love, then I have indeed fallen in love with John... From the admiration at the beginning to the care now, and sometimes I even get confused.This is different from having a good impression of Irene. If John also lied to himself like Irene, then...

How could such a thing happen!

Sherlock regained his senses in a panic, but was taken aback by Mrs. Hudson's enlarged smile. He immediately recovered his composure and tried to respond to Mrs. Hudson with a smile.

It seems that things like love can affect thinking, which seems to be true... But, if John is allowed to leave?

That is absolutely impossible!

The Holmes family has never lacked the courage to challenge. If it was Mycroft, they would not allow themselves to fall into a passive position, and instead use evasion to solve the problem.

Now that everything is clear, you should face it bravely!

Sherlock stood up with a smile, and suddenly grasped Mrs. Hudson's hand: "Thank you."

"It would be great if I could help you, no need to thank you." Mrs. Hudson also stood up: "I'll cook today, you come downstairs with me to eat."

"I may not be able to eat." Sherlock said as he put on his coat. "I have to find John. I may not be able to eat anything but his food."

"Okay..." Mrs. Hudson looked at Sherlock happily.

Just when Sherlock was ready and decided to try a new field that he had never been involved in, an unexpected guest disrupted his plan.

Sherlock looked at Mycroft's subordinates displeasedly and said, "I'm not free right now."

"I think you'll be free." With that said, someone handed Sherlock a ticket.

Sherlock glanced at the flight name above, and it was exactly the same as the flight he had decrypted to Irene...Suddenly, a bad premonition came to his mind, and he had to put aside John's business first and go see Mycroft .

On the way to the airport, Watson had a bad feeling. Although Mycroft's men didn't mention anything, it's not difficult to think of the puzzles that Sherlock solved for Irene during the day, and Irene From the text messages sent secretly, it seems that Sherlock really got into trouble this time.

After entering the airport, it was not surprising to see Sherlock in front of a plane that had not yet taken off.

"What happened?" Watson couldn't wait to ask Sherlock: "I was brought here by Mycroft's people when I was still in the supermarket."

"Are you at the supermarket?"

Watson looked at Sherlock's inexplicable smile and said puzzledly, "Of course, I forgot to buy yogurt yesterday. Mrs. Hudson is waiting to try my new dish."

"I thought you weren't going to make dinner."

"That's the plan."

Sherlock's expression changed, and he looked at Watson nervously, but was interrupted before he could speak, so he had to get on the plane with Watson first...

The plane was full of dead people. They were deliberately placed in the seats. Judging from the stiffness and spots of the corpses, they had been dead for some time.

Watson looked up at Sherlock in confusion: "What is this?"

"The plane exploded in mid-air, the mission of terrorism is accomplished, it will be a major accident, but no one will die."

"How about my solution?" Mycroft said with a sarcastic smile on his face, "Even if Sherlock is eager to please a woman because of his loneliness and innocence. But John, I don't think you will not have the ability to judge."

"The photo that Sherlock interpreted for Irene was your plan?" Watson looked at Mycroft's eyes with a look of 'sadness and anger' in his eyes, a little dazed.

"Years of painstaking efforts are all ruined." Mycroft said angrily, "Sherlock, you want me to say that my brother is the biggest security hole?"

Sherlock looked up in surprise, and said incredulously, "Irene?"

"Should I applaud your sliver of sanity?" Mycroft sneered, turned to look at Watson, and roared, "You're too centered on Sherlock, causing you to lose your judgment. You are called foolish loyalty!"

"Mycroft." Sherlock interrupted Mycroft, showing a rare apology: "It's not John's fault, he was not interested in this case."

Mycroft blamed himself, "I pushed you into Erin's trap, I'm sorry."

As soon as Mycroft finished speaking, Irene walked in with high spirits, looking like a winner: "Mycroft, I think we need to talk."

Watson stood aside, holding his arms tightly: "Miss Irene, I really should applaud you, you fooled me too."

"You're here too?" Irene stopped, stood in front of Watson and said, "Your weakness is Sherlock, it's too easy."

Watson pinched the base of his nose and looked at Irene sadly: "You are indeed a remarkable woman, not inferior to any man."

"Thank you for the compliment. If you are willing to leave Sherlock, I believe you are a great person, but... now you have a weakness, and it is a fatal weakness."

"Don't bother you..." Watson glanced at Sherlock, and said disappointedly: "Although I am also very disappointed with Sherlock this time, Miss Irene, I hope you can declare war head-on next time, or you will have to rely on Xia Locke's emotional intelligence, you can't win."

"If you lose, you lose, and if you win, you win." Erin raised her chin, walked up to Mycroft and said, "I have a lot of photos on my phone, enough to overturn your world, and... as you said, unless you want to tell Your masters, your younger brother is the biggest security hole."

Sherlock was in a very depressed mood. Looking at Irene's back, he felt that his dignity had been trampled by frustration. When he saw Watson's eyes, his mood was even more indescribable...

How to deal with John's disappointment?Will he leave himself?

Although John is always submissive to himself, he is actually a very stubborn person in his bones. If he decides something, he is not sure to change it...

Worrying about gains and losses?

The chemical reaction caused by love can really make people lose themselves, which is a bad prelude.

But... I won't be defeated by anything, since I don't want to lose, I get it all!

The author has something to say: ...This is Sherlock's research on the chemical reaction of love. Wait for Sherlock to write a research report as thick as an Oxford dictionary. Otz...The premise is that Peanut really wants to see_(:з」 ∠)_