save Sherlock

Watson took the bulldog from Mycroft's house. After all the answers he got were that he had to leave, Watson could only stare at the Thames in a daze...

Is there really no way?

The rushing water of the Thames is rushing, as if to take away everything in the world. Not far away, a couple is kissing passionately. An old woman who is out for a walk is holding her pet dog happily. It seems that everyone Belonging, everyone seems to be in the company of happiness, how good would it be if time could just stop there?

Watson's eyes wandered in every corner that could be searched, trying to find something that could make him feel at ease.

If you haven’t got it, you won’t be afraid of losing it, but now all the things you expect, even the things you didn’t expect, come to your side, but now...

He clenched his fists and stood up slowly, walking to the edge of the guardrail.

But now, God tells you that these are trial products... Want to officially buy them back?Sorry, the stock is sold out and will no longer be produced.

Watson didn't want to believe all of this. He walked down the street in a daze for an unknown amount of time, and then he walked back to Baker Street, turning his head to see the number plate of 221B.

The heart is here, no matter how far you go, you will come back.

He stroked the black door reluctantly.

If it's a dream, why can't it continue?

"Heh." Watson sneered, unwilling to give in just like that.

Give it when you say it, take it back when you say it?I'm not a marionette.

"Squealing—" The door just opened, but it wasn't Mrs. Hudson who opened it but Moriarty.

Moriarty?What is he here for?Every time brings bombs, every time brings danger!

Watson subconsciously put his hands across his chest, immediately took two steps back with a guarded expression, and said coldly, "What are you doing here?"

"It sounds like I hurt you once, and you hate me very much." Moriarty paused, took a step forward and looked at Watson with an 'apology' and said, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't want to hurt you in the first place."

Watson gave Moriarty a blank look, still wondering why this man had no logic at all.

Moriarty is like a madman, a disaster wherever he goes, the government should really lock him up.

"Hehe." Watson said with a half smile, "Don't you think a mental hospital is more suitable for you?"

"Dear John." Moriarty walked up to Watson with a lonely expression, and slowly stretched out his hand close to Watson's face.

Watson was slightly startled, and took half a step back.

Moriarty's behavior is really hard to fathom.

But he quickly regained his composure and looked at Moriarty calmly.

Moriarty pulled a leaf from the back of Watson's neck, and said very gently, "Have you noticed that you have changed?"

"Moriarty...I really want to tell you that his ambiguous tone is not pleasant." Watson said expressionlessly.

"Come on, I just want to catch up with you, but you have really changed." Moriarty suddenly changed his expression, and said viciously: "You used to be more crazy than me, but now..."

"What's the matter now?"

"Now you seem to have lost the darkness of the night." Moriarty opened his arms and exaggeratedly recited: "Illuminate me with your light, I look forward to your warmth."

Watson couldn't help but give Moriarty a blank look again.

You really can't use logic to talk to a neurotic.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Moriarty lowered his arms and said with a blank expression: "Your light is Sherlock, and Sherlock's warmth comes from you, it's really enviable."

"Thank you for your jealousy, I am very happy for your unhappiness."

"I'm so jealous that I want to destroy people." Moriarty lowered his head, "How can you have something that people like us can't even hope for?"

Watson's eyes turned cold in an instant: "Destruction? You should give it a try. If anything happens to Sherlock, you must be the first to go to hell."

Moriarty looked up and put on a harmless smile: "No, no, I'm not here to cause damage. Every classic fairy tale will have a villain, so I'm here to help Sherlock."

"Fulfillment?" Watson stepped forward and pressed Moriarty against the door: "What exactly do you want?"

"I owe Sherlock a fall." Moriarty smiled innocently: "Don't worry, the prince and princess in fairy tales will live happily together."

"What do you mean?"

"I am blessing you."

Watson gritted his teeth and grabbed Moriarty's collar: "Thank you for your blessing, you can get out."

Moriarty nimbly jumped away and dodged out of Watson's attack range: "Sherlock is like another me, but he gets more things than me, including you... Should I go too?" Looking for a little yellow dog named John?"

"Your analogy sucks, like the puppy doll you gave me last time."

"I'll give it to you next time, you like it..." Moriarty paused, with a vicious gleam in his eyes: "You all like it."

"Come here whatever you want, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Moriarty easily put his hands in his trouser pockets, hummed a ditty while jumping up and down, and quickly disappeared at the end of the street, while Watson froze in place irritatedly.

Moriarty's return this time will definitely not be easy...

Watson couldn't figure out what Moriarty was going to do, but he was very worried about Sherlock. After all, every time Moriarty brought them such a grand gift, he sighed heavily, turned and went upstairs and He closed the door heavily, and as soon as he entered the living room, he saw Sherlock, who was meditating on his chin with his fingers facing each other.

"Listen to the door closing, you saw Moriarty." Sherlock closed his eyes and said to Watson.

Watson asked worriedly, "Yes, what does he want to do?"

"I don't know..." Sherlock put down his hand and opened his eyes anxiously: "I really don't know."

Watson stared at Sherlock for a moment.

This is Sherlock... It's the first time I've seen Sherlock so helpless.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Watson stepped forward and knelt down in front of Sherlock.

Sherlock can't be allowed to have an accident, no matter what plots Moriarty has, he can't be allowed to hurt Sherlock!

Watson smiled and patted the back of Sherlock's hand reassuringly.

Sherlock held Watson's hand instead, and leaned closer: "But I care more about what happened to you than Moriarty?"

"What can I do?" Watson tried to smile.

"Don't lie to me, will you?" Sherlock said, looking into Watson's eyes.

Watson avoided Sherlock's eyes.

But... is it really okay to say it?Well... Sherlock should be told.

He raised his wrist helplessly: "you feel my pulse, and you can easily know that I'm not lying."

"Yes, there is no problem with the pulse..." Sherlock let go of Watson's hand, leaned back in the chair and said, "but I know you too well, there is sadness and reluctance in your eyes, especially when you see me when."

Watson stood up calmly, walked to the window, took a breath and looked out the window and said, "Sherlock, what would you think if I told you that this world is not all composed of material objects?"

"Huh?" Sherlock frowned suspiciously: "Are you discussing worldview with me?"

"I think so." Watson turned around, looked at Sherlock and said, "...for example, there is an existence like God's will."

Watson put away his nervousness as much as possible, and looked at Sherlock calmly.

If Sherlock finds it difficult to accept...don't say it yourself.

Sherlock laughed mockingly: "The person I've met most like God is Mycroft, but that's because he thinks he's a god."

Watson couldn't hold back his excitement, and took a half step forward: "Then what if there really is?"

Looking at Watson's appearance, Sherlock was very puzzled: "Oh...this...is related to your recent abnormality?"

"I think so."

Sherlock lowered his head, pursed his lips tightly, looked up and smiled after a moment and said, "So can you tell me?"

Watson stared into Sherlock's eyes, and kept moving his lips.

Say it, how would Sherlock react?Give it a try anyway...

He sighed heavily: "I am not Watson, it should be said that I am not the original Watson."

"What?" Sherlock's frown deepened.

"It might be very ridiculous, and you might think I'm crazy..." Watson bit his lip anxiously: "But I want to tell you, it's all true."

"Sounds crazy." Sherlock smiled with mock ease.

"But Sherlock, don't you think this is the fundamental explanation for my behavior cognition, which is inconsistent with my experience?" Watson closed his eyes and took a deep breath, not giving Sherlock any chance to speak: "I People who are not from this time and space, you can call it time travel, or time travel, you can call it whatever you like.”

Sherlock said slowly, "So..."

"So my soul traveled into this body to complete a mission, and the core of this mission is you."

"I?"

Watson said as casually as possible: "To make you happy, I can upgrade and go home. The upgrade I said has something like a game system in my head, and now..."

Although Sherlock's expression remained calm, his clenched fists betrayed him: "What now?"

"The task is almost complete, and I must go back."

"So, you traveled to this time and space because of a system, but you originally didn't want to complete this task. There is no doubt about it. From the first time we met, it can be concluded that you enjoy life here very much, but now because of the task It's about to be completed, and the system forces you to return to the original world?" Sherlock twitched the corners of his mouth and smirked: "Future science fiction magazine?"

Watson sighed helplessly: "Well, you can say that if you want, but I didn't lie to you."

"You want me to believe it?"

Watson took a step forward and looked into Sherlock's eyes, with tears in his eyes: "You know I'm not lying, and your logic chain can't find a link to refute it."

Sherlock saw that Watson did not speak, but slowly retreated to the corner where the light could not reach. The dim light blocked Watson's sight, and he could only wait quietly for Sherlock to speak...

The author has something to say: It is really a sad story_(:з"∠)_