save Sherlock

The weak light of a desk lamp tried hard to illuminate the whole living room, but it was in vain. Sometimes the more you want to do something, the easier it is to ignore the real situation. Maybe Sherlock doesn't want to believe it, but Watson has tried his best anyway. Yes, although Sherlock has been unremittingly explaining, it is a question of whether Sherlock has listened to it or not...

Watson sighed, since the light was dim anyway, he simply didn't look at Sherlock's expression, and slowly retreated to the window.

There was only a street lamp standing there alone outside the window, even the stars in the sky were hidden, and the moon did not know where to hide. Everything seemed so bleak, and the world without light was only left with fear, which symbolized dawn for Watson. The old Sherlock is also hiding in a dark corner at this time.

Watson lowered his head and smiled sadly, knowing that Sherlock would not believe it, but he had some hope in his heart: "I'm joking, don't bother me, I read too many science fiction magazines recently."

"..." Sherlock stepped out of the dark corner firmly and looked at Watson seriously: "No, you didn't say anything, but I need time to accept it."

When Watson heard Sherlock's words, he seemed to be greatly frightened. This surprised him more than Sherlock's disbelief, because Sherlock's acceptance was too fast and too calm. Even if the Holmes family was fearless, it was impossible Such an easy acceptance, because from a philosophical point of view, Sherlock is undoubtedly materialism, unshakable materialism.

"You... think I'm crazy, and you're comforting me?" Watson looked at Sherlock in astonishment.

"No... believe me, it's harder for me to accept all this than to believe in God, but..." Sherlock walked out of the dark corner completely and came into the light.

"but what?"

"But I trust you more than I trust God, and of course I trust my own judgment of you."

"What judgment?"

"The first is that you are crazy, the second is that you are not crazy and I am crazy, but no matter the reason, I hope that the crazy person is me, so I choose to believe."

Watson looked at Sherlock silently for a long time, and seemed unable to turn his brain around. Sherlock didn't believe because he believed it, but he believed it because of himself. He always thought that there was nothing in this world that could change Sherlock's thinking mode, because Sherlock He has always regarded himself as the supreme power and worshiped this power. If he shakes, everything will be destroyed, because this is the destruction of faith.

Once the belief is destroyed, it is a huge blow to a person. Sherlock couldn't accept the incident with the hound last time. Therefore, Watson was not prepared to convince Sherlock about the more absurd thing this time, but the result not only surprised him, but also surprised him. Move him.

"Do you think so..." Watson's eyes were filled with moving tears. At this moment, he really felt the throbbing of love in his heart, because of this trust, because Sherlock was willing to leave behind what he had always believed in, and to be with him. He is crazy.

"Yes." Sherlock smiled resolutely: "But I can be sure that I am not crazy, nor will I be crazy, so even if you understand that you want to go back in a spaceship, I will believe you."

"Why? What you have always believed in is not this, how can you change it so easily?"

"Really..." Sherlock smiled back and asked, "What about you, John, what do you believe in?"

"Me?" Watson was so moved now that he couldn't mobilize his brain to think, but some things could be said without thinking. He stepped forward and looked at Sherlock and said, "You."

"I know it's me, but John, you definitely don't know, I also regard you as a belief, maybe this can't be called a belief, but since I love you, no matter what happens, I will stand by your side, regardless of the consequences , there is no need to logically stand on your side." Sherlock held Watson's hand: "I still have reason, but this reason is based on you."

Although Sherlock was already standing in the light at this moment, Watson still felt that he could not see him clearly, as if he had never known him.

Watson approached Sherlock, wanting to see clearly: "I may still not believe it... Thank you, I'm sorry."

"why apologize?"

Watson looked at Sherlock sadly, raised his hand and touched Sherlock's eyes reluctantly: "I love you very much."

"Me too."

"But I may not be with you all the time."

"I won't let you go." Sherlock pursed his lips tightly, as if suppressing the pain: "There must be a way."

Watson just stared blankly at Sherlock. He didn't know what to do, but since the system could send him here, he would definitely be able to send him away. Everything had to find the master controller. There is a chance.

Watson rekindled hope and looked at Sherlock tenderly: "Well, let's find a way together."

The night sky outside the window was still pitch black, but the living room was unexpectedly bright at this time, so bright that Watson could clearly see his own reflection in Sherlock's eyes.

"It's beautiful."

"What?" Sherlock asked quietly.

"I said your eyes."

"But why only eyes?"

"Probably, it's rather special."

"What's so special?"

Watson put his arms around Sherlock's neck and kissed his eyes lightly: "It's so special, I want to possess it for the rest of my life."

"I thought what you said was reasonable before, but now I may have to change it." Sherlock's eyes were full of smiles.

"Change what?"

"Change it to forever, but since you are not from this time and space, then this forever will not be a lifetime."

"Do you mean if there is an afterlife to be together?"

"Not only the next life."

Watson suddenly kissed Sherlock's lips. He felt that this might be the most beautiful love words Sherlock had ever said in his life. Even if tomorrow is the end of the world, so what, having this moment is enough.

This frenzy, blurred with reluctant kisses, ended slowly. Watson looked at Sherlock and said with a smile, "Not only in the next life..."

What happened next was no longer what they expected. Even Sherlock, who is the most rational in the world, had to temporarily give the initiative to emotion and instinct, so this was destined to be a very crazy night...

Watson woke up early the next morning.

"Hiss——" Sherlock's arm, which Watson was about to leave, was pulled to the place where the frenzy was held last night. There is no defense or resistance, but now the back is red and swollen.

"Hmm..." Sherlock felt something moving around him, and immediately opened his eyes. He froze for a second, quickly looked at Watson and the room, and then said, "So...it looks like we're in bed, but When did this happen?"

Watson was taken aback for a moment, and before he could say good morning to Sherlock, or give Sherlock a kiss full of love, he was forced to accept Sherlock's inexplicable question: "You don't remember?"

"I also think I should remember something, after all, judging from the room and the hickey marks on your body, it was definitely a very intense night, but..."

"Then you really can't remember?" Watson looked at Sherlock in disbelief, and suddenly remembered what the tiger-headed dog said: Everything that does not belong to this time and space will be obliterated. For example, even if you tell others about your origin, they Must not remember.

"I..." At this moment, Sherlock was also very confused and even panicked, because this was definitely a blow to him who was outstanding in his memory.

Seeing Sherlock's terrified expression, Watson smiled weakly. This was undoubtedly a warning, and it was a warning with irony and disdain.

Watson patted the back of Sherlock's hand reassuringly. Although he was sad inside, he said with a smile, "It's okay, just forget it."

"It doesn't make sense that I won't remember." Sherlock sat on the bed and thought hard.

Watson was in a very sad mood now. He lifted the quilt, dressed up and wanted to go to the street for a walk, because he didn't know how to comfort Sherlock who was in shock, and he didn't know how to persuade himself to accept all this.

In the next two months, Watson almost didn't want to go home, because as long as he saw Sherlock, he didn't know how to deal with it, but maybe it was his own attitude that made Sherlock very uneasy, so the experience condition in his brain There has been no movement in the past two months. Is this a blessing in misfortune?

As the evening approached, Watson still didn't want to go home, so he had to wander around Baker Street, and the bulldog had always slipped out to accompany Watson in the past two months.

One person and one dog stop and go under the dim street lights, and the shadow elongated by the lights looks extremely lonely. In fact, the tiger-headed dog suddenly doesn’t want to go back. It’s just a system, and all emotions are a bunch of data, but now these The data seems to have life, and it is always telling it that it may be better to stay.

Watson looked up at the window of the living room on the second floor. Four figures were reflected on the curtains. It seemed very lively tonight. I don't know what Sherlock was talking about with them, but it must have something to do with him...

In the living room on the second floor, Sherlock sat on a chair against the wall, with his fingers facing each other on his chin, while Mycroft sat directly opposite him, and Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade sat separately. both sides.

Sherlock said helplessly, "So I have something to ask you today."

"If you consulted us, it must be related to John." Lestrade leaned on the sofa: "Have you made any substantial progress?"

"Worse than that," Sherlock said slowly.

Mycroft looked at Sherlock puzzled, "What did you do to make John angry?"

"I don't think so. It seems to be John's problem. He seldom comes back recently." Mrs. Hudson said hastily: "I got drunk several times, and last time I helped him upstairs, he threw up all over me. "

Sherlock glanced at everyone, and finally settled on Mycroft: "We went to bed two months ago, but I can't remember, and John has been very strange since then."

"What?" Mycroft was about to take a sip of tea when he was choked by the frightening news: "Ahem, the forgetting you mentioned refers to memory, in the field of medical biology?"

"no doubt."

"Are you going to check it out?"

"I asked Jasmine to check my brain, and I don't have any diseases."

"But..." Mycroft was also puzzled: "Go to my place to check? My technology is the most advanced."

"Thank you." Sherlock bowed his head in thanks.

Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson looked at each other, obviously not accepting that Sherlock's memory has problems...

The author has something to say: Well... more and more excited~~~~~~ But I just can't write meat, such a vague way of writing, I suddenly feel holy and noble 2333333~~~~~~ ~~~