save Sherlock

It was just dawn, and the dark blue sky was cool. When the white clouds could be discerned, the alarm clock that had been set made a piercing sound.

Watson turned off the alarm clock one second before it rang, then got up, put on his coat, turned on the computer and started his day's work...

Every morning, Watson would write down the time each guest would visit, and then go downstairs to prepare breakfast. After breakfast, he would arrange the living room. Stare at yourself.

"What's the matter with you?" Glancing at Sherlock, who was fully dressed and half lying on the sofa, he asked strangely, "Why are you always staring at me?"

Sherlock found a book from the side, held it up in front of him, and said solemnly, "No."

"Nothing?" Watson walked into the kitchen inexplicably. Recently, Sherlock became more and more strange: "I forgot to buy milk, how about orange juice?"

"Okay." Sherlock said casually while browsing the book quickly.

Watson's hand holding the milk carton tightened suddenly, and he almost squeezed the milk out...

It really wasn't an illusion. Sherlock these days is really strange. Before there was no milk, he would complain and push you to buy it, but now... he is so easy to talk to?

Watson brought out the prepared breakfast and said to Sherlock with a smile, "Is there something on your mind recently, or is it troubled by some case?"

"Why do you think so?"

"Because you haven't been quite right lately."

"Really?" Sherlock stood up with a smile, and walked to the window: "What do you think of Irene?"

Watson was taken aback for a moment, apparently he didn't expect Sherlock to suddenly talk about such a topic...

Why did you mention Irene all of a sudden?Does Sherlock still miss Irene?

After a while, Watson stammered and said, "He is indeed a respectable opponent."

"You think so?"

Watson thought for a while and said calmly, "Yes, apart from other things, she is indeed a formidable woman. After all, she has defeated Sherlock Holmes many times, hasn't she?"

"You're right..." Sherlock paused, then turned to look at Watson and said, "I went to Afghanistan to save her."

"Hmm..." Watson lowered his head and sighed softly, "I know."

"When did you know?"

"I seem to be more familiar with the Afghan side."

"So what do you think?"

"I won't tell Mycroft."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slowly, and said with some displeasure, "That's it?"

"Otherwise..." Watson frowned puzzledly, and after thinking for a while, he didn't come to a conclusion: "...well, why did you save her?"

Sherlock put away his displeased expression, and said with a look of sympathy: "I saved her because..."

Suddenly, Sherlock suddenly stopped talking, and Watson was even more baffled, so he just stared blankly at Sherlock, waiting for the next sentence...

"What's the matter?" Watson couldn't help but said at last.

"It's nothing..." Sherlock came back to his senses and asked Watson, "Don't you know the reason?"

"How would I know why?"

The two were cold again, which made Watson wonder if Sherlock was sick...Suddenly, Watson stepped forward and put his palm on Sherlock's forehead.

"What?" Sherlock looked at Watson stiffly.

"See if you're sick." Watson touched his forehead again to make sure that Sherlock's temperature was normal: "You're not sick, why are you so strange."

"Am I weird?"

"You never speak half of what you say. Your love for talking is not even affected by the rotation of the earth. Even if the earth is destroyed, it will not stop your nature of showing off."

Sherlock slapped it off angrily, and Watson put his hand on his forehead and said in a judgmental tone: "Don't you think you are the strangest one?"

"What?" Watson looked at Sherlock in disbelief, unable to keep up with Sherlock's logic, or the world has become strange...

"You don't think your reaction is normal?"

Watson was a little overwhelmed for a while, and said dumbfoundedly: "What reaction? How should I react to Irene's matter?"

Sherlock was startled, and pressed his lips together tightly, but he couldn't seem to find a suitable explanation...

Should John be asked to be jealous?

But John obviously cared about him very much, if he didn't agree with him to get married, he would definitely not get married.

But...the key is why he didn't respond?

Could it be that John didn't have such feelings for himself?

But he obviously can give himself his life... It seems that it is necessary to understand John's heart.

Sherlock returned to his usual arrogant smile, looked at Watson and said, "It's okay... I mean, don't talk to me, it's probably because you replaced the milk with sugar, which caused mental anxiety."

"I thought you didn't feel that I changed the milk."

"Then why did you change the milk?"

"Because you've been weird recently, I want to see if you can find out."

Sherlock looked at Watson in distaste: "Has your IQ decreased? Milk with sugar and sugar-free? Maybe it's more reliable for you to reclassify your clothes."

"Oh..." Watson was momentarily at a loss for words: "Well, I was wrong."

"I forgive you."

"Thank you for your forgiveness." Although Watson felt that the conversation was very weird, he tried his best not to let the two of them stand in the cold, but speaking of it, isn't it Sherlock's fault?

Sherlock has been out of his mind for the past few days and didn't respond to anything. It wasn't until he replaced the pepper powder with chili powder that he complained a little that the dinner was a bit spicy.

So... what happened to Sherlock?

However, it turns out that Sherlock is still Sherlock. When a visitor officially arrives at [-] o'clock, Sherlock resumes his usual vigorous and vigorous behavior. Before the parties have finished describing the case, he can quickly draw conclusions. When he encounters an interesting case, he will record it. , asking the person concerned to come back another day.

While recording the case, Watson was worried that Sherlock would sometimes speak too directly and hurt the feelings of some of the parties concerned. Whenever this happened, Watson would hand over the tissues he had prepared. But today, unfortunately, the tissues were used up. The girl on the opposite side was crying so hard that Sherlock was helpless...

Sherlock looked back at Watson innocently, and said in a low voice, "I just told the fact that his boyfriend is a liar, why is she crying so badly?"

"You should be more tactful."

"They come to me because they want to know the answer to the question."

"That's right..." Watson's scalp was numb from the girl's crying, and he said in a broken voice: "But sometimes people need some skills or skills to live. In fact, they all mean the same thing, but you can't Ask everyone to be so sensible, you have to take care of their feelings."

"emotion?"

"Okay..." Watson said weakly, "I know you don't have the line. I'm going to buy tissues. If you persuade her away or she leaves by herself, please don't text me."

"Wait for John..." Sherlock glanced at the girl who was crying louder and louder: "You can't leave me."

"I didn't leave you behind..." Watson said with some guilt: "... How many times have you heard crying this morning?"

"Is it my fault?"

"I think... definitely not."

After finishing speaking, Watson ran away and closed the living room door. The girl's crying was the most disturbing. Anyway, it was Sherlock who caused the trouble, so let him solve it himself.

But Watson didn't go far, he wandered around in order to listen to Sherlock's call at any time, at 12 noon, Watson's phone rang as scheduled...

Watson pouted at the phone screen, bought lunch at the downstairs coffee shop and took it upstairs. As soon as he reached the entrance of the living room, he saw Sherlock sitting on the sofa with a full face.

"An interesting case?" Watson put down the paper bag with lunch in his hand: "Where's that girl?"

"John, you must know that the best way to deal with this kind of girl is to open the door and drive them away."

"How do you say that you just drove people away?"

"if not?"

"That's it?" Watson paused, "I feel that your method may be a little rougher."

"I told him his boyfriend was not only a liar, but was going to kill her after it happened."

"Oh, that's brutal... what else did you say?"

"A lot, until she leaves."

"As your guest, it's really worthy of sympathy." Watson shook his head helplessly, took out the lunch, put it on a plate, and handed it to Sherlock: "Eat."

"Have you eaten?"

"Yes."

Sherlock put down the plate and said displeasedly, "How can you say you have eaten?"

"Of course..." Watson looked at Sherlock and said tentatively, "How about I eat with you?"

After listening to Watson's words, Sherlock picked up the plate again. Although his expression softened, he still didn't speak...

Watson took out a box of yogurt from the refrigerator and went to Sherlock's side. While eating the yogurt, he peeked at Sherlock's expression.

So, Sherlock wants to eat with him by himself?

"Ahem..." After confirming this idea, Watson choked on the yogurt.

Why is Sherlock always so awkward, can't he just say it?

Always have to play the guessing game?what a kid...

"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked without looking up.

"It's okay, I just got choked..." Watson put down the yogurt in his hand and said, "Tell me about your new case?"

"Not sure yet...we have to go to Dart Marsh."

"Dart Swamp?"

"Looking for the giant hound."

"Is there such a thing?"

"Hmm..." Sherlock shrugged disdainfully, "So we're going to have a look."

"I heard that the scenery there is beautiful."

"Do you like traveling?"

Watson packed Sherlock's dinner plate, walked into the kitchen and said, "Go to a place with beautiful scenery, and your heart will be at peace."

By the time Watson came out of the kitchen, Sherlock had disappeared. It seemed that Sherlock had acquired another skill, the ability to see the end of the dragon and not see the head...

After a while, Sherlock came out of the room after changing his clothes: "John, let's go."

"Where to go?"

"Dart Swamp."

"Now?"

"Anyway, there's a case to deal with."

Watson called to Sherlock who was opening the door: "Wait, Sherlock, are you going to take me to relax?"

"..." Sherlock opened the door, in a slightly bad mood, why is it relaxing instead of dating?Without looking back, he ordered: "I will drive here, and we will arrive at night."

Watson looked at Sherlock's back, a little dumbfounded... but more of a touch, Mycroft would not believe that Sherlock, who did his own way, would think of others.

Watson walked up to Sherlock and whispered, "Thank you."

Sherlock's body froze slightly, and he faltered and said, "... let's go quickly."

The author has something to say: Traveling, dating and handling cases are both correct, you really deserve to be Sherlock, but... are you sure, dating can understand? OTZ