[Zhongyingmei] A cookie that moves around

The exchange and dialogue between Eva and Dead lasted more than a dozen rounds, and then Eva completely retreated.

Straightforward and saying goodbye, Eva quickly rolled into bed after her shower, deciding to reward herself with an early night's sleep.

At five o'clock in the morning, it was still pitch black outside. Occasionally, a few stars struggled to shine brightly under the thick water vapor in London, and soon disappeared in the darkness.

In the room on the first floor, the small bag on the bed was rising and falling slightly. When Eva was sleeping soundly, the floor upstairs suddenly trembled, and the sudden noise made her open her eyes in confusion.

What did she seem to hear?

Eva sat up from the bed, the freezing cold made her quickly roll up the quilt on her body, rolled herself into a small ball wearily, yawned and listened to the sound outside, and heard the sound of something sliding quickly .

She woke up immediately, and broke free from the quilt that had just been rolled up. Eva hurriedly put on her nightgown, hid in the thick clothes to resist the cold, and opened the door in the cotton shoes she just bought.

There was a faint light on the stairs.

Eva took a look in the dark living room. There was no movement in Mrs. Hudson's room, and she was probably still sleeping.

Thank goodness it didn't wake her up.

Eva remembered hearing her talk about her insomnia these past few days.

Eva tightened the straps of her nightgown, rubbed her eyes and walked towards the stairs, swearing in her heart that she would just take a look, and if there was nothing wrong, she would go back to sleep immediately.

Sleepy, she didn't notice the splashes of red under her feet.

It's really cold in London.

The girl trembled up the first step.

"Do you need any help?"

When Eva walked to the living room of 221B, she was a little stuck seeing the two men entangled in the room.

Although she subconsciously read the above sentence, Eva was so embarrassed that she wanted to shoot herself to death who made the decision a minute ago.

Cough, but she really didn't expect that these two really had such a relationship.

The moment Eva's voice fell, the doctor lifted up tiredly, turned to see Eva, with a nervous expression on his face, "It's okay, Eva, you should go back to sleep."

Holmes' subwoofer sounded immediately, "No, John, you should let her stay."

The voice had subtle ups and downs.

Eva was stunned, it was obvious concern.

She squinted in the dim yellow light, trying to see what was going on.

Until she saw clearly the doctor's bruised and purple face, and the blood-stained sweater that still couldn't weaken the presence under the cover of darkness.

What Mrs. Hudson had said before rang so clearly in Eva's ears.

——"The two of them are always restless, and Scotland Yard is probably looking for them again."

— "He's not going to leave that Sherlock kid alone. And without him, who can help Sherlock?"

Eva walked a few steps into the room, looked at Holmes who was lying motionless on the sofa, and John who was half kneeling beside the sofa, "Are you injured?"

The two answers of Yes and No came out of two people's mouths at the same time.

The doctor glared at Holmes viciously, then turned to look at Eva, "No, girl, it's late now. You should go to rest, we have no problem."

Eva knew that the injured person, or should I say, the seriously injured person, must be the doctor.

Otherwise Holmes could not have condescended to call her back.

For a mystery to be solved, Eva did get a little attention, but nothing was on Holmes' heart more than John, who was now injured before his eyes.

Eva reached out and turned on the door switch, making the room brighter and the doctor's injuries more obvious.

There was also blood dripping from the door to the sofa.

Eva frowned and ran over, squatting next to the doctor, and only then saw the wound on his waist. It was a very deep knife wound, and the turned flesh and blood made Eva shiver, "We should call an ambulance, I can't handle an injury like this."

In school, Eva did learn simple medical nursing, and helped when something happened in Queens.But she was always playing the hands, and the injury now is too, too much.

Eva's suggestion was flatly rejected by Sherlock, "There are too many stalkers outside, and someone will shoot if there is any movement outside. Mycroft's men are rushing over. Before that, you need to help John stop the bleeding."

The doctor frowned and growled, "Eva is still young, you shouldn't let her get involved!"

Eva's eyes stopped on Sherlock for a few seconds, and she realized that his current state was not right. John was the doctor, but Sherlock had no shortage of medical knowledge, so he was the best candidate.

"Miss Kent, your voice is too loud. I was injected with vecuronium bromide, and John saved me, now help him stop the bleeding!" Perhaps it was John's increasingly ugly face that made Holmes a little anxious, and his tone became a little urgent .

A few seconds later, another word was thrown out, "Please."

John blinked in shock, looking at his old friend, Sherlock said "please", that could be called the eighth wonder of the world.Eva felt so, surprised for a few seconds, she lowered her head and opened the medicine box next to the doctor.

Obviously, what Eva heard just now was the sound of them coming in and the doctor trying to bandage her. "Mr. Watson, Mr. Holmes is obviously very worried about you, and so am I. Please tell me what to do."

After a few minutes, John let go.

"Don't call me Mr., just call me John. You first put the bandages and..." He then read out several medicines, and Eva took out the things according to his request, and then began to clean the wound.

The moment the alcohol was poured on it, Eva felt pain, but the blond man didn't say a word.

From Sherlock's point of view, the veins on John's forehead are bulging, and the palms of John's hands clenched into fists on the sofa can be clearly seen.

Eva followed the doctor's instructions step by step, and when the bandage was finished, John swallowed the pill.At the same time, his voice was still so calm, "Eva, thank you."

Eva sat down softly on the ground until she was sure that the bleeding had stopped, feeling her hands were wet and very uncomfortable.

First-hand blood or something really tests the psychological quality.

After the treatment in Queens and the help now, Eva always has the feeling that she will become more and more derailed in the future.

"drop--"

At this moment, the mobile phone on the table lit up. Sherlock, who could not move, and John, who was also unable to move due to excessive blood loss, looked at the mobile phone and Eva at the same time.

Eva stood up and wiped her hands with a paper towel, but found helplessly that she still couldn't dry it off, "Mind if I just take it like this?" she asked.

Sherlock snorted, "Repeat the short belief above."

Eva picked up the phone, the screen was not locked, and the text message floated directly on it.

[Cleaned up.Safety.

ps. Eva, I wish you a good doctor. MH]

Eva: ...

"How did he know about me?"

Sherlock sneered and moved his eyes to look at John, feeling the sensation of his body beginning to recover, "John, let me just say that this guy must be disturbed and kind."

John ignored the roommate who had been fighting his brother for 100 years, and explained clearly to Eva, "Mycroft is Sherlock's brother. By the way, you can call him Sherlock. Mycroft is not a bad guy, just a bit controlling. .”

Both of them ignored Sherlock's muttering immediately afterwards, "That's not a little bit."

"He's a government official, so he has some abilities. Eva, I'm sorry that you encountered so many things when you first came to London, and I didn't take good care of you."

Eva smiled lightly and shook her head, her fluffy and soft hair fell naturally on her shoulders due to sleeping, "It's okay. It's because of me that the professor asked you to do this. This is me..."

"No, Eva." Watson interrupted Eva, looking at her with that serious expression, "Charles is my friend, and you are her student, so naturally you are the one I should take care of, don't think so .”

"Stupid."

Sherlock struggled to sit up and leaned on the sofa. Although the movement was still very reluctant, it seemed that he had regained control of his body.

"You do this to everyone, keeping a proper distance?"

"Ordinary people are boring."

After the curly black-haired Sherlock said this indifferently, John gave him a heavy elbow and frowned tightly in pain, unable to understand the doctor's actions at all.

Eva froze slightly, her heart tightened suddenly.

A little numb, not very comfortable.

...But Sherlock didn't seem to be wrong.

Eva drifted away for a few seconds, and when she came back to her senses, the doctor was already roaring in a low voice, and Eva hurriedly took a few steps closer, "John, Sherlock is indeed right, this is my problem."

The girl seemed to realize something, and repeated, "This is indeed my problem."

John watched the girl quietly tidy up the mess, put away all the mess they made just now, packed the medicine box, brought some thick blankets for them who couldn't move, and then fumbled to light the fireplace.

Putting the double-bubbled milk tea by their hands, Eva subconsciously curled her hands into her sleeves, and a cloud of white mist came out of her mouth.

Having just passed the cold water, the residual chill was still raging on her palms, and the warmth from her cuffs slightly drove away the chill.

Then the girl bid farewell to the two of them softly, and thoughtfully turned off several headlights, leaving the dim light like when she came up just now, and quietly went downstairs.

After a few minutes, John turned his head and looked at Sherlock calmly, "You're the idiot."

The author has something to say: Sherlock picked up a problem that Eva has never noticed, and, I found that I really have a tendency to stay up all night lately, damn it!