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An off-road vehicle is galloping on the wide road, with the afterglow of the setting sun behind it, the thick orange-red halo is very strong, covering the trees on both sides, while in front of it is an endless straight road, and there are few vehicles passing by around, which seems a bit lonely...

A gust of cold wind came in through the car window, Watson wrapped his coat tightly, and there was always a question in his mind... Whether Sherlock has a driver's license or not is irrelevant, but the car he came from.

"Why are you always staring at me?" Sherlock asked while driving.

"You didn't go to the rental car dealership, so where did the car come from?"

"Mine."

Watson was stunned for a moment. I'm afraid even he himself didn't know the amount of Sherlock's assets: "When did you buy the car?"

"I remember a case, it was a case of murder and mutilation, and this car was the scene of the crime. At that time, the car was full of corpses. I borrowed it from Lestrade for research... But this case is not related to Macro It is related to Ford's national defense and security, so it should also be considered Mycroft's car, because it belongs to his jurisdiction... Anyway, I am too lazy to return it."

Suddenly cold wind poured into the collar from all directions, and there was a gloomy feeling all around. Although Watson would definitely not think that there were ghosts in this world, but thinking back to the car full of minced meat, it was very disgusting no matter what, especially when there was still blood behind him. the setting sun...

"I hope I can have a pleasant meal later." Watson rubbed his growling stomach: "Does it have to be so different?"

"What? Are you afraid of these things?"

"I just think, you can do better... Like a normal person?"

Sherlock turned his head in disdain: "If you change a car, will you become an ordinary person?"

"I just like to separate work and life." Watson held his cheek helplessly: "You always mix work and life together."

"I am the work, and the work is me."

"Okay... and I have to put up with you, where do you go to find an assistant like me?"

"Of course I can't find it...so" Sherlock looked at the front and slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled secretly: "So you'd better never leave."

"Why can't I leave?" Watson asked with a smile.

"Because you're gone, you won't find anyone who can make you endure like that."

Watson paused, not knowing whether to laugh or cry for a while, it was really Sherlock's style, he must prevail at all times: "Well, it is my honor to meet you and endure you."

"You better really think so."

"why?"

"Because..." Sherlock pursed his lips nervously, turned his head to look at Watson, but couldn't seem to find the right words, and turned his head again: "What do you think of marriage?"

"Marriage? I remember I said it before."

"Yes, you said it, and I said it too."

"and then?"

"John...I want to tell you..." Sherlock grabbed the steering wheel subconsciously. Although he was calm on the surface, the nervousness overflowed quietly: "I want to say, can you...can you..."

"Be careful!" Watson yelled, grabbed Sherlock's steering wheel, and swerved hard to the right, narrowly avoiding a red Ferrari.

Sherlock immediately came to his senses, regained control of the car, and immediately turned the steering wheel to the left, precisely rubbing against the Ferrari's body and stopped. Terrifying roar.

Sherlock smiled disdainfully, and stepped on the accelerator. The two sides staged a competition of fighting skills on the road. Nausea.

"Sherlock, what are you doing?" Watson found a seat and tried to sit comfortably.

"Say hello to the guy in the back."

"That's a Ferrari, can your ordinary off-road vehicle run past it?"

Sherlock suddenly stepped up the accelerator, and under the effect of inertia, Watson's back slammed into the back seat hard.

"You don't really want to compare your driving skills, do you?" Watson looked at Sherlock in disbelief.

Sherlock didn't answer, and concentrated on controlling the steering wheel, like an arrow that would leave the string at any time, which could make Watson feel his displeasure clearly.

But why is Sherlock angry?It seems that he didn't take a good look at the road and almost ran into a Ferrari.

Watson folded his arms helplessly, waiting for Sherlock to vent his inexplicable temper...

There was a very sharp turn ahead, and Sherlock once again proved his ability, forcing Ferrari to brake suddenly. The owner of Ferrari climbed out of the car steadily in shock, yelling.

"Okay... your driving skills are really good." Watson let out a sigh of relief: "But it was really exciting just now."

Sherlock continued to drive the car proudly: "I knew you would like it."

Hearing Sherlock's words, Watson shyly turned his head away. He really couldn't figure out what Sherlock was thinking...

Since the end of Irene's affairs, Sherlock has become very strange. He always feels that he has something on his mind, but he is unwilling to say it. In this regard, Sherlock is sometimes really awkward and scary.

The car slowly drove into the town and stopped at the door of a restaurant. After Sherlock turned off the engine, he opened the car door and looked at Watson who was motionless: "What do you want to ask me?"

Watson tried his best to see the expression on Sherlock's face, but he still didn't seem to have any conclusions. He just felt that he was in a good mood now, as long as he was in a good mood, and there was nothing to ask. He would talk when he wanted to talk, as Sherlock liked to talk. , finally one day he will say, don't worry.

"No, what..." Watson opened the door and got out of the car, and said with a smile, "Let's eat, I'm starving."

Sherlock's expression changed suddenly, and he squinted his eyes in displeasure: "Hmm."

Watson blinked in confusion, as if Sherlock wanted to ask himself?Well... he quickly caught up with Sherlock and said, "I was wrong, what do you want to say?"

"I don't have anything to say."

"No no, I have something to ask."

Sherlock walked to the counter and said without looking back, "I don't think there are any doubts that can make you skip your meal. Since you're starving to death, don't dawdle."

Watson's chest was blocked by Sherlock's words, and he was almost speechless: "...Okay, let's eat."

Sherlock flicked his fingers across the counter, smacked his mouth, and explained, "I just thought you were hungry."

"..." Watson glanced at Sherlock's profile, and said resignedly, "Thank you."

"It's good that you understand."

"Hmm..." Watson turned back to look at the restaurant owner. To be honest, he didn't understand anything.

"Sherlock, it's not good for you to always bully John like this." Lestrade turned around slowly, holding the bulldog in his arms.

"Lestrade, why are you here?" Sherlock and Watson asked in unison.

"I'm here to travel and relax." Lestrade held up the bulldog and said, "Take Nick for a walk by the way."

"Oh, it's Mycroft again." Sherlock looked at Lestrade knowingly.

"So Mycroft called you here?" Watson picked up the bulldog by the back of its neck, and carried it from Lestrade's arms to his own: "Why did you come?"

Sherlock said, before Lestrade could speak, "Because he listens to Mycroft for everything."

"I don't listen to him for everything." Lestrade took a sip of the beer glass depressedly: "When you use the car, your brother will know."

Sherlock looked at Lestrade with displeasure, and was very unwelcome to this unexpected visitor: "Then what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to help you."

"What?" Sherlock said in surprise.

Lestrade glanced at Watson, pulled Sherlock aside mysteriously, and whispered, "I have more experience than you."

Sherlock froze for a moment, then looked at Lestrade with a sudden realization: "Damn it, how did Mycroft know?"

"It's easy to see."

"Is it easy?"

"Yes, it's easy." Lestrade nodded affirmatively.

Sherlock glanced back at Watson, then said to Lestrade dejectedly, "Then why doesn't John understand?"

"I'm also surprised that John's EQ is much higher than yours, it's like the distance between the land and the white clouds."

Sherlock looked at Lestrade dissatisfied: "You really think he has a higher EQ than me?"

"I'm not sure now."

"Then do you know what John is thinking?" Sherlock paused, suddenly realized something, and said angrily, "I don't need others to take care of my affairs, so you tell Mycroft not to meddle in my affairs casually. "

Lestrade turned to look at Watson, smiled friendlyly, and then whispered to Sherlock, "Is it really necessary?"

"You don't even know that your wife slept with the physical education teacher, how can you help me?" Sherlock looked at Lestrade with contempt: "But I still want to congratulate you on your divorce. Mycroft must be very happy."

"Is this related?" Lestrade asked puzzled.

Sherlock gave Lestrade a white look, and by the way despised Mycroft in his heart. He couldn't handle his own affairs, and even intervened in his own affairs. Was this helping himself?

But... with John like this, when will you understand?The most important thing is that I don't know what John thinks, maybe it will be useful to keep Lestrade...

Sherlock smiled suddenly and said, "Okay, you can stay, but you still have to tell Mycroft that there will be a price to pay for interfering in my affairs at will."

"Your brother cares about you." Lestrade persuaded with a good temper: "I also care about you."

"That's great... It seems that Mycroft has also succeeded."

"I'm your brother's friend. We all care about you. Don't always refuse other people's kindness. You always do this, so your brother is so worried about you."

"What are you worried about? Worry about himself."

"Worried about who else can tolerate you except John."

Sherlock twitched the corner of his mouth and made a smirk: "Okay, thank you for your concern."

After finishing speaking, Sherlock turned around and walked to Watson, but was interrupted by Watson just as he was about to speak!

"What are you talking about?" Watson frowned suspiciously. Sherlock and Lestrade had been discussing something furtively, which made people suspicious.

"No..." Sherlock paused, knowing that Watson would not believe it, and then said with a reason, "It's about Mycroft."

"What's the matter? Mycroft has another case for you?" The last time Irene's affairs got so bad, Watson had to be cautious about the "instructions" given by Mycroft.

"It's not...it's something else." Sherlock looked back at Lestrade, and indeed he didn't lie to John, and Lestrade was the only "other thing" for Mycroft.

Although he was puzzled, Watson still decided to solve the food and clothing first, and let's talk about it later...it shouldn't be a big deal anyway.

The author has something to say: Peanuts~ Isn’t it a big event in life?

The two brothers of the Sherlock Holmes family have a rough relationship _(:з"∠)_

Recently, I was irritated by *, and I put it up without checking after writing, I am really sorry everyone [Bow~