save Sherlock

Sherlock and Watson were rushing to the court in a taxi, because Sherlock was going to testify for Moriarty's conviction, and Watson couldn't imagine what Moriarty was up to.

It's fine to come back and commit a crime, why let yourself be caught?

He couldn't help but glanced up at Sherlock who was lost in thought.

Well...it's all so unreasonable.

Watson looked at Sherlock worriedly and said, "What's Moriarty's idea?"

Sherlock lightly rested his elbows on the car window, stared at the front absently and said, "He must have his reasons."

"I hope this reason is not difficult for people to accept." Watson leaned back in his chair and let out a breath.

No matter what the reason is, Moriarty's purpose will not be simple...

After getting out of the car, Sherlock stood at the gate of the court, tugging at the collar of his suit: "Don't worry, no matter what Moriarty wants to do, he won't succeed, because I'm here."

Watson tilted his head and glanced at Sherlock, reconfirming that Sherlock was using a comforting tone.

When did Sherlock care about other people's emotions?It really is……

The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

Well, at least I'm the only one Sherlock is consoling...well, it's just me for now.

Watson smiled slightly, and said to Sherlock: "When did you learn how to think like an ordinary person?"

"What thinking?" Sherlock turned his head and frowned slightly, but quickly realized: "Oh, what you said... I just feel, feel..."

Seeing the incoherent Sherlock, Watson couldn't help laughing.

Sure enough, he is still not good at expressing his feelings. Once these issues are involved, he will become extremely clumsy...

Watson looked at Sherlock tenderly.

It is indeed extremely clumsy, the great detective praised by the world, would actually act clumsy in front of him, well... very happy, proving that he is the only one.

Watson spared behind Sherlock and pulled up the collar for him, but Sherlock still looked embarrassed.

It's just too cute to be...to tease.

"Don't say it if you can't say it. You must know that you don't have the wisdom that the world admires."

Sherlock frowned in displeasure: "I don't, I just think you look worried, and you must also know that you don't have the calmness and self-control you are proud of. You are a person who takes reason very seriously. Heavy people."

Standing behind Sherlock, Watson suppressed a smile.

Sherlock is really cute, and he is so awkward when he cares about people.

"Sherlock, you're so awkward." Watson tapped his head on Sherlock's back lightly.

"What?" Sherlock turned around angrily, but when he saw Watson smiling, he froze.

"Do you look like I'm worried?"

Sherlock looked at Watson and said slowly, "Okay...very good, you're kidding me."

"Pfft—" Watson couldn't help laughing.

Sherlock, who realized it later, was even cuter. I really thank God for giving me such a... such a lover.

Watson approached Sherlock lovingly: "I'm not kidding you, I'm very happy, because whether you are clumsy or childish, they belong to me alone."

Sherlock flashed a smile: "I just want to care about you alone, because that's very important..."

"I know that's important." Watson suddenly kissed Sherlock's lips lightly: "You are also important to me."

"Okay..." Sherlock's expression suddenly changed: "I've never been clumsy!"

"Hahaha..." Watson said with a smile, "Yes, you didn't."

What should I say about Sherlock?I really want to "execute him on the spot" at the gate of the court.

Watson turned his head away, turned and strode towards the court.

Sherlock looked at Watson's back and smiled slightly...

John certainly didn't know how happy he was when he depended on him.

Sherlock rolled up his sleeves, exhaled lightly, and strode into the court...

Before the court session, Watson sat in the rest area, watching the people coming and going.

There are so many people in this world, but they just met Sherlock, maybe this is God's arrangement... Well, I don't know why recently, and I have become as sentimental as a woman.

He raised his hand to hold his forehead, and sighed dumbfoundedly.

But...it's nothing, it's worth everything to be with Sherlock forever, just solve the case together, solve the decryption together, share the danger together, and grow old together...together.

Watson leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, turning his head to Lestrade who was not far away.

"Hey, Lestrade." Watson waved to Lestrade.

Lestrade walked over immediately: "You look very good."

"Your too..." Watson was interrupted by Lestrade before he finished speaking.

"I have no other meaning." Lestrade explained eagerly: "I just praise you, really praise you."

Seeing Lestrade's expression of avoiding snakes and scorpions, Watson couldn't help laughing.

...It seems that Lestrade is about to have a psychological shadow on me and Sherlock.

"Don't worry, I didn't mean to ridicule you, I just wanted to praise you."

Lestrade's expression was obviously distrustful, so as not to embarrass himself for a while, he changed the subject: "Where's Sherlock?"

"Going to the bathroom." Watson smiled friendly, trying to prove his innocence: "Okay, Lestrade, I just want to ask how you and Mycroft are doing?"

Lestrade sighed, and sat down on the chair with some irritability: "I don't know either."

"You're not going to accept?" Watson frowned slightly.

If he didn't accept it, Mycroft would be in trouble.

"No..." Lestrade covered his face and rubbed it hard: "I just don't know what to do."

Watson put away his smile and slowly looked away from Lestrade.

If Sherlock hadn't calculated everything, I would have been at a loss and even ran away. Falling in love with someone who I get along with and trust is actually very easy to accept, even if it is the same sex, it is not difficult to accept...

He stared at the opposite wall in a daze, and sighed softly.

However, it would be an unbelievable shock to be liked by these two Holmes brothers. On the one hand, they are excellent, on the other hand, they are almost unattainable, which will make everyone feel ashamed.

Watson patted Lestrade on the shoulder understandingly: "Actually, have you ever thought that they are not the ones who are hard to accept?"

"what?"

"Let's put it this way, you may think too far of them, and then fill up a lot of insurmountable gaps in your brain." Watson paused and said, "Once your thinking like this becomes a habit, yes, I'm talking about a habit, You're always conditioned to imagine everything about them, but you know, habits are hard to break because people are afraid to change them."

Lestrade looked back at Watson with empty eyes: "You mean, I think too much?"

"You can ask your own heart. If you don't hate him in your heart, then you should follow your heart."

"Is...is it?" Lestrade looked at Watson blankly, his eyes unfocused.

Watson patted Lestrade on the shoulder.

Hey, this is really a good thing for Mycroft, but who knows, Sherlock actually cares about Mycroft's brother?

"Think about it first, I'll go see Sherlock."

I can't help Mycroft too much, Sherlock is what I should pay attention to, and Moriarty and his ilk don't seem to care.

As soon as Watson approached the bathroom, he heard a woman's voice.

woman?

He backed out to look at the restroom sign and was sure it was 'male'.

Huh?And Sherlock's voice?

Watson frowned, very displeased.

So... this is a bathroom sneak meet?Do you dare to choose a better place, or do you just like the fun here?

Watson looked puzzled.He put his ear to the door, but it soon proved that this was just a female reporter who wanted to extract useful information from Sherlock.

Uh... what are you doing?It's... really ugly!

He raised his hand to his forehead dumbfounded.

Well... It can only be said that in terms of possessive instinct, people have always been greedy.

After leading the female reporter away in anger from Sherlock, Watson slowly entered: "There are two kinds of fans, one is like Moriarty who creates puzzles for you to attract your attention, and the other will directly put himself on you bed, so am I that kind?"

"Neither of the two..." Sherlock wiped his hands, turned around and said with a smile, "Is there any fan who would secretly be at the door just to catch evidence of my cheating?"

"I didn't..." Watson gave Sherlock a blank look: "Do you really want to cheat?"

This is because I am too narrow-minded, but Sherlock really loves which pot he doesn't open and which pot he doesn't lift.

Sherlock slowly approached Watson, then lowered his head and kissed Watson's lips, and licked it lightly with his tongue during the process: "Don't worry, I won't."

What kind of worry is there...it's not a woman.

Watson blushed, ashamed of his womanly demeanor.

"If you have to say it's worry, it's better to say it's possessive." Watson turned his head slightly.

"Okay..." Sherlock shrugged helplessly, and then said dotingly: "It's not worrying, because you know I can't live without you."

Watson was taken aback for a moment, feeling even more ashamed.

When did Sherlock learn to say these love words?

"Sherlock, this is the court."

"Well, it looks like I've been rejected by my assistant." Sherlock pretended to be angry, then strode away.

Watson gave Sherlock a funny look, and quickly followed...

Huh?What is that ding-ding sound?

He stopped suddenly and looked around for the source of the sound.

It seems to come from my own head...

Watson seemed to see a red band of light dangling in front of his eyes, and when he saw clearly what was displayed on it, he staggered back and almost fell to the ground.

[System, what is the reminder to go home above? ] Watson panicked and asked the bulldog in his brain.

[I wanted to tell you a long time ago, you have been ignoring me. ] The tiger-headed dog let out a heavy breath: [It was agreed at the beginning, as long as you can keep Sherlock in a good mood and improve your EQ, you can upgrade and go home. Now it seems that you have succeeded, so...] Watson I couldn't listen to the tiger-headed dog's words anymore, and I was stunned in place, almost forgetting to breathe...

What does it mean?God is playing with himself?

He took a step back and leaned against the cold wall.

Going home means leaving Sherlock... Leaving Sherlock, is there any meaning for me to live?

The author has something to say: Hey... I haven't had any energy lately. I finally finished smoking and encountered pornography. My friends all exclaimed that I finally understood the feelings of the ladies in Dongguan, so I feel very tired_( :з"∠)_

Well...then Watson is going to fight back home QAQ