save Sherlock

It had been raining for several days in a row, but it stopped suddenly at noon today. The rain on the eaves, carrying the golden light, turned into dazzling beads that slowly slid down and shattered on the hard window sill.

The splashed rainwater hit the back of Watson's hand, but the cold touch felt like scalding, and there was a smell of curry in the air. The last time she cooked for Sherlock, she was also making curry. Today, Mrs. Hudson proposed Wanting to eat, Watson had no choice but to do it, but more than once when he was doing it, he hoped that Sherlock would come back suddenly, and then commented on the food.

It felt like a hallucination, Watson couldn't believe it was happening, and Sherlock was indeed sitting on the sofa with a newspaper in his hand, as usual.

If today is April Fool's Day...but it seems that today is not April Fool's Day, then the hallucination finally took over the sanity and squeezed out the last sliver of clarity that belonged to Watson.

"I ate curry today, and I smelled it from afar." Sherlock put down the newspaper in his hand and looked up at Watson.

Taking a staggering step forward, Watson almost threw himself into Sherlock's arms. Before he could stand, he couldn't wait to reach out and touch Sherlock's face.

The warm touch from the fingertips repeatedly told Watson that this hallucination was still credible...

Watson's stroking at the beginning suddenly turned into vigorous rubbing, and finally wanted to give Sherlock a punch. Thinking of this, Watson did just that.

In fact, Watson didn't know how he punched, anyway, Sherlock just let himself beat him like this, and when he came back to his senses, Sherlock fell to the ground in an extremely embarrassing situation.

Seeing Sherlock not daring to fight back, with a cautious expression on his face, Watson felt a little wet in his eyes, walked into the kitchen without saying a word, and rummaged through to find the medical kit that had not been used for a long time.

"I can do it myself." Sherlock looked at Watson apologetically.

"Stop talking nonsense." Watson said to Sherlock angrily, but when he treated his wound, he was very careful and gentle, and even regretted that he had hit too hard just now.

"I thought you wouldn't come back." Sherlock looked at Watson aggrieved.

Watson was suddenly furious, it was obvious that Sherlock refused to come back, and he had only left for half a year...

Speaking of which, half a year ago, after returning from Mycroft's house, he seemed to see Sherlock because of a high fever, but after waking up, he couldn't find a trace of it. If it wasn't for the system in his brain that had always existed, Watson would have Just lost hope.

But... If one day it's not that I'm burned out, but that Sherlock really came back, then everything is worth thinking about.

In fact, the reason for Watson to leave is very simple. Sherlock is unwilling to come back, it must be because of his own reasons. Of course, Sherlock must be doing some important things, but staying in this room all the time, the feeling of suffocation is always with him.

It took half a year to go away, and when I returned to 221B Baker Street, the room was full of dust, and Sherlock still hadn't come back, but Watson missed everything here, including Hudson who was like his mother Mrs.

"I've been back for a week, maybe you've been watching in the dark for a week?" Although Watson said sarcastically, his psychological defense was already broken.

"Oh... that's just..." Sherlock hesitated to speak, hesitating to avoid the question: "You already know."

"You don't think I should know."

"Do not……"

Watson interrupted Sherlock impatiently: "Then shut up."

Afterwards, the two of them did not speak, and acted only on instinct. The curry in the kitchen was bubbling and bubbling, and the atmosphere in the living room was at a boiling point.

"I think if I propose again, you might say yes." Sherlock was still in high spirits.In the aftermath of the tide, but still took the opportunity to ask this sentence.

"I'll agree, but..."

"But what?" Sherlock stood up and looked at Watson nervously.

"Don't worry, you can do it."

"what?"

"Don't you think it's fairer for one person at a time?"

Sherlock quickly understood, but things between the bed, can't just let it go: "We have a lifetime to discuss this issue."

Watson looked at Sherlock noncommittally. It was already a lifetime, because when the system in his brain agreed to Sherlock just now, the progress bar advanced one step as expected, and it was almost almost to the end. As long as Sherlock I was suddenly happy that I was about to leave.

"Well, as long as you like it." Watson looked at Sherlock with a smile.

Sherlock smiled slightly: "It's not by the waterfall this time, it's too dangerous, where do you want to get married?"

"Where you like is fine, but why not here, at 221B Baker Street."

"Why?" Sherlock asked with a gentle smile.

"Here's where we started." Let's end here too.

Before Sherlock met Watson, he probably never thought that there is anything more gratifying than solving a case, but at this moment, it is indeed happiness that he has never had before.

However, before Sherlock tasted the happiness, he just watched everything happen. This kind of situation has never belonged to Sherlock's cognition...

Watson's body gradually disappeared in the air. Although shocked, Sherlock instinctively hugged Watson.

"Impossible, impossible..." The impossible in Sherlock's mouth did not refer to this weird thing, but a voice telling him that Watson would leave him forever.

Before he had time to say goodbye, Watson felt his body completely disappear, and he felt a sense of floating and helpless gas, which might be the legendary soul. He saw a faint white light, which gradually enlarged and suddenly exploded, causing him to close his eyes.

The pain in the eyes disappeared, and Watson slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a piece of white light, but it was very soft. There was no one in the white space, and he felt so empty that he was afraid.

"John!" A tiger-headed dog ran wildly and fell into Watson's arms, saying excitedly, "Your task is completed, and you can realize a wish."

Hearing the bulldog's words, the only wish Watson could think of was to go back to find Sherlock, but God always likes to fool people, maybe he thinks it's fun, maybe he thinks it's boring, in short, such a wish is allowed.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..." The tiger-headed dog looked at Watson's ashen face, and suddenly felt very sad. In the past, Watson always threatened to cook himself, but he never did this once I have done it, and always inadvertently, showing concern for myself. In fact, Watson is very afraid of losing.

"Hmm..." Watson looked at the tiger-headed dog in his arms. Since this wish cannot be fulfilled, what else does he want?

"You can..." the tiger-headed dog said uncomfortably: "You can only choose the wish that can be fulfilled in the original world, even if it is to bring your sister back to life."

Watson was slightly taken aback. Thinking of his sister, there was always an indescribable pain in his heart...

After the death of his parents, his grandpa adopted Watson. Grandpa was a very strict person. Maybe this is not accurate. It can be said that the whole family is very vicious, because no one would kill their sons and brothers, although grandpa only ordered to kill Watson. Mother, but the second uncle bought murderer to kill mother and father together in cruel ways for the sake of status.

Originally, Watson didn't know about it, but the smart sister found out, but in the end, grandpa wanted to cover up the facts for the sake of profit, and asked the sister's psychiatrist to induce them, and even used Watson as a bait. This was very successful, sister I became addicted to drugs, but it was more because I witnessed the crime scene of my parents when I was a child, which led to living in depression all year round, so I was very tired and wanted to end everything.

In the end, my sister committed suicide, but Watson never believed that her sister would be so selfish. Of course, the truth would only be more cruel, so Watson decided to take revenge, and he also succeeded in revenge. The second uncle committed suicide, and the grandfather had cancer for only three months. However, Watson was really angry when he saw his grandfather refused to repent.

Anger quickly took over the brain, and the result of illness and death seemed too kind to grandpa. Huasheng wanted to know him personally, but the uncle who had always been kind to Watson stood in front of grandpa. The raw hands were stained with blood.

In fact, this was manslaughter. Watson just wanted his grandfather to repent, but uncle...

No one lives without being tired. Watson feels that he is extremely tired. It's not that he doesn't want to face life, but life doesn't need him: "It's not just my sister, I want them all to live, including my parents."

"It's not impossible, it can be traced back to your childhood, but in this way you will disappear forever, your parents will not give birth to you, and no one remembers that you existed." The bull-headed dog tried his best Think back to the terms of the code.

"So be it!"

"But you really disappeared, completely clean, and you have never even been in this world." The tiger-headed dog widened his eyes, feeling a kind of inexplicable panic, but such emotions were not in its design program at all.

If there is no Sherlock, living in the original world is no different from dying. Watson thinks it is better to exchange his own life for the happiness of his relatives. They can live better without themselves, so everything is more important. ?

"That's it." Watson smiled slightly, perhaps death was a relief.

"Are you sure?" the tiger-headed dog asked eagerly.

"Yes." Watson nodded firmly.

"it is good……"

When the tiger-headed dog watched Watson disappear into the blue light, there were many strange emotions, the first of which was sadness, but there was no such instruction in its programming.

Watson is the first person that Bulldog meets. In fact, not only Watson misses the world with Sherlock, but he also misses the people in that world. Lestrade, who loves him very much, is always dissatisfied with Mike who appeared. Loft, the warm and kind Mrs. Hudson, and even the arrogant but soft-hearted Sherlock...

The bulldog made a decision, a decision that would shock all systems, but at this moment it was extremely firm.

"Have you decided?" the administrator asked.

"Yes." The tiger-headed dog replied with a smile.

"No regrets?"

"No." The tiger-headed dog held its head high: "Because I have a name, my name is Nick!"

"You have so many human emotions?" the administrator said in shock.

"Because I have a name!"