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There is no light in the living room, and all the light source depends on the moon outside the window, but the moon hangs coldly in the night sky, pouring cold silver light into the living room without any emotion, and the wide open window is not blocked by anything, it can only be seen Forced to accept the cold watering, even though there is no wind or rain tonight, it is still very cold...

Sherlock didn't know how to describe his current mood. Maybe it was sad, but more likely it was grievance. He was only wearing a thin pajamas, sitting on the chair facing the window, feeling the bone-chilling chill, but the chill was real. The source was not moonlight, but a delicate pink-blue invitation card.

It was clearly stated on the invitation that this was a wedding, Watson and Erica's wedding, let's not think about why Erica suddenly appeared, but the wedding of the two has already surprised everyone...

"There must be something wrong..." Sherlock frowned in pain, gently picked up the invitation card and confirmed it again. In fact, he had confirmed it countless times, and then he threw the invitation card heavily on the table .

Watson was very strange two months ago. Sherlock attributed all this to the disappointment that night. Although Mycroft fully expressed his concern as a brother and took Sherlock to do many checks, he couldn't find out at all. anything goes wrong.

But if it's not Sherlock's problem, then it can only be Watson's problem, but this makes it even more unreasonable, nothing makes sense...

"There must be a reason!" Sherlock clenched his fists irritably, but tried hard to suppress himself from venting, but no matter how much he suppressed, Sherlock couldn't find the reason for Watson's marriage, only knowing that he had been married for the past two months. It has always been strange, leaving early and returning late, as if avoiding myself, and coming back in the middle of the night always smells of alcohol, and sometimes there are lipstick marks on the collar.

Sherlock had a fight with Watson a week ago because of lipstick marks. At that time, I didn't know how hard he had tried to prevent the two from fighting, but it was the day a week ago that Watson left, but the things were not collected. to leave, but a week later an invitation was sent...

For Sherlock, this is undoubtedly a puzzle to be solved. He doesn't want to give up easily, but it seems that his heart is covered with small cracks. Although small, when they accumulate to a certain amount, they will shatter like a mirror. , Of course, we haven't reached that stage yet, everything can still be controlled.

Before he knew it, it was dawn, and Sherlock, who hadn't slept all night, kept staring out the window, as if waiting for Watson to come back and tell him that all this was a joke...

Sherlock smiled disdainfully. When did I, Holmes, want such a ridiculous and illogical explanation?

"Ding ding——" the phone rang, and Sherlock picked it up immediately, seeing that it was Lestrade's call, and answered with a little disappointment: "What's the matter?"

"Uh...your voice sounds..." Lestrade spared his head and asked hesitantly, "Have you received the invitation?"

"If you want to ask that, yes, I got it." Sherlock hung up the phone irritably, but Lestrade called again persistently.

Sherlock walked to the window, took a deep breath, and answered the phone again: "I only give you five seconds, what's the matter?"

"There is a case, do you want to come?" Lestrade said hastily.

"What case?"

"Uh, the missing child case."

"Okay, I'll come over now."

Sherlock put down the phone and hurried out, maybe work would make it easier for him, so that he was not in the mood to be sarcastic when he saw anyone in the police station ignoring him.

"Sherlock, John didn't come with you?" Lestrade asked worriedly.

"The case." Sherlock didn't want to answer, so he changed the subject directly.

Lestrade smiled embarrassingly, and said seriously: "This is a kidnapping case, and the embassy asked you to come here by name."

"Okay..." Sherlock stepped on tiptoe and smiled sarcastically: "John, do you think he is our old friend?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sherlock was stunned. Watson has always been with Sherlock to solve the case, but this time he didn't. the day of birth.

It's ridiculous to think about it. I have been alone for so many years, and I have gotten used to it in just two years...

"Old friend? That old friend?" Lestrade asked eagerly, but immediately changed his words apologetically after seeing Sherlock's expression: "John will come back. When you start to rely on someone, this will happen. situation..."

Seeing Sherlock's complexion getting worse and worse, Lestrade closed his mouth wisely. He has always thought that Sherlock is the most ruthless person, because he has never had an emotional intelligence function, and he does not treat victims and their families in the slightest. Without empathy, a Sherlock who doesn't care who doesn't care about anything, seems very indestructible, because he has no weaknesses...

But Lestrade didn't expect that Sherlock, who had known him for so many years, would be so vulnerable. Watson's departure was already a blow to Sherlock, and Watson's marriage undoubtedly made Sherlock lose his love. direction.

Not long ago, when Sherlock was mocking and sarcastic, Lestrade was probably secretly looking forward to this day. Almost everyone in the police station was praying to God that Sherlock would suffer once and get rid of him. His arrogance and disgusting face, but when this day really came, Lestrade felt that it was too cruel...

As proud as Sherlock, as powerful as Sherlock... But one day he can be defeated, and the world will suddenly become unsafe. People are afraid of Sherlock's intelligence, but they need Sherlock's ability.

Lestrade felt that he was thinking too much. After all, Sherlock was still Sherlock, and he could not be defeated. Watson's matter, he would solve it sooner or later. There was nothing in this world that Sherlock could not solve.

Looking at Lestrade's expression, Sherlock instantly understood what he was thinking, but this time maybe he really had no solution, Sherlock smiled helplessly, and then rushed to the scene of the crime with Lestrade ...

Lestrade, who got out of the car first, was stunned because he saw Watson standing guard at the scene: "Here, are you here?"

Watson smiled politely, then walked towards Lestrade: "Yes."

Sherlock got out of the car and said to Watson with his usual expression, "Let's go in together."

"Yeah." Watson nodded.

Lestrade looked puzzled at the interaction between the two, why didn't Sherlock ask Watson what happened in the past two months, why he got married, why he came back now, why...why the two of them were everything never happened?

Lestrade, who was very distressed, stepped forward quickly and whispered in Sherlock's ear, "Aren't you going to ask?"

"Hmm." Sherlock shrugged, indicating that he would not ask.

"why?"

"Because he is coming back now to handle the case with me."

"But don't you think you should ask something?"

"Maybe..." Sherlock paused and said, "But not now."

If Lestrade didn't wake up himself, or there was something wrong with his brain circuit, normal people should not be like Sherlock and Watson... However, they are not normal people.

Unable to figure it out, he simply stopped thinking about it, Lestrade sighed secretly, and followed the two into the scene of the crime, but after seeing the tacit cooperation between the two, Lestrade returned to his troubled look.

Nothing has changed at all, just like the two of them cooperated in the past, there is no unfamiliarity, no estrangement, and even a smile... Lestrade couldn't help sighing that there was another incredible thing in this world.

"Well, Sherlock, it must have been done by Moriarty." Watson picked up a book of Grimm's fairy tales, pointed to the red sealing wax on it, and said, "It's exactly the same."

"Well, this must be a reminder." Sherlock took the Grimm's fairy tale, opened it and took a look.

"Yes...he likes all dramatic things, but I remember that he read to me Nordic mythology, and now he likes Grimm's fairy tales, I have to say that he really likes to live in fantasy. "

"He's not the only one who likes to live in fantasy."

"What?" Watson immediately understood what Sherlock was talking about. The word "fantasy" is right, an imagination of ideals or wishes that have not yet been realized.

But Watson understands that he is not even qualified to fantasize, because he has no realistic basis to rely on, otherwise he would not use such a method as marriage...

Over the past two months, Watson has thought of countless ways. The only way is to control the experience bar in his brain first, which needs to be at the expense of Sherlock, but in fact, Sherlock's pain is finally magnified by Watson. Countless companions...

But if this is not the case, there is no way for Watson to stay. Even if he cannot be with Sherlock, then it is enough to stay in this time and space and look at him from a distance... But if this becomes a luxury, Watson felt that death was probably the only way to escape.

Looking at Watson's expression, Sherlock knew that he was troubled and sad. These emotions were clearly visible on his face. Sherlock understood that these emotions were not expressed by Watson on purpose, but overflowed uncontrollably. It became ridiculous as soon as he came, what in the world could restrain him like this?

"Do you need to talk to me?" Sherlock pursed his lips and said slowly, "You know, I..."

"No!" Watson eagerly interrupted Sherlock: "There is nothing, let's handle the case. Your focus should be on the case. This is Sherlock."

"Okay..." Sherlock glanced at Watson, still not understanding what he was hiding, but he could deeply feel his great fear, and the source of this fear was very confusing.

Sherlock can't find out the answer, no matter how he deduces the argument, everything seems inexplicable, but Sherlock firmly believes that he will be able to find out the problem, and it may have something to do with Moriarty, because Moriarty is the only one who can make Watson understand. The opponent who is afraid, of course, this fear is because of himself.

Sherlock was slightly taken aback, if it was because of himself... then all this has to do with himself?It seems that he has found the crux of the problem, but he is even more confused. What kind of things related to himself can make such a difference?

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