Sherlock fan - Wrong

For Sherlock, returning to London to reunite with old friends seems far less pleasant than imagined.Aside from Lestrade's bear hugs that made him a little bit at a loss, John's three fat beatings were not for fun.Of course, what made him even more difficult to face was Mrs. Hudson.

In fact, Mrs. Hudson showed far more enthusiasm for his return than the other two. Except for the scream at the beginning, the rest were all kinds of greetings.However, what she said made Sherlock feel very ashamed: "Sherlock is back, so... my Jasmine should be back soon."

Sherlock never told Mrs. Hudson about Jasmine, so she always thought Jasmine was still missing.The other reason Sherlock can't face her is that he can't give her back the baby girl she remembers.Now, in the nursing home, or to put it more bluntly, in the private drug rehabilitation center, it is definitely not the Jasmine that anyone remembers.

Half a year of drug abuse, not only limited to high doses of pethidine, but in severe cases, mixed use of morphine, plus various anti-inflammatory drugs has completely wiped out her health, without the stimulation of work, the tight nerve The string broke suddenly, and the body, which was already at the end of its strength, suddenly exposed various problems. From the surface, it seemed that the building suddenly tilted.

Sherlock had visited her once when she was delirious.He himself had a withdrawal experience, and thought he was used to such scenes, but when he really stepped into that oppressive room, he subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave.This reminded him that when Mycroft escorted him back to this house, he ran away several times, and in the middle of withdrawal, even Mycroft left. That was the first time he saw his dear brother, when Deserters.At that time, he didn't understand, he didn't understand McCoff's pain and self-blame, he didn't understand his powerlessness and despair.This is probably retribution, and now, it is enough for him to appreciate it.

The sleeping Jasmine curled up in a corner at the foot of the bed, wrapped in a blanket in a small ball.At this time, she was so thin that she was out of shape, and she looked hideous and terrifying. Her already fair skin looked too pale and glaring at the moment.Her brows were tightly frowned, her hair was messy, and she couldn't see the slightest trace of the past.But she just lay there obediently, exuding the brilliance of peace and tranquility like an angel.

Jasmine's situation was different from his. At least she didn't show the slightest bit of aggressiveness towards the people and things around her, but she tended to abuse herself towards herself.Her arms were covered with bruises and tooth marks, but the ring on her ring finger was worn backwards, with the side inlaid with diamonds facing the palm of her hand, and she clenched her fist, with the diamond firmly pressed against her palm. Embedded in the flesh, the crystal gem was stained with blood, which made Sherlock dazed, thinking that he had bought a pigeon blood ruby ​​ring.

As if he suddenly remembered something, he took out the rubber band from his pocket, and now there was only one bead left on the rubber band.At that time, Sherlock had been holding this thing tightly in his hand when he was arrested and tortured.Looking at it now, there are faint spots of bright red on it, which matches that ring.

Sherlock stared blankly, feeling that his heart was sinking to the deepest point little by little. He had a premonition that something was moving away from him little by little, which made him panic.He wanted to reach out to grab it, but he couldn't do it.

As usual, he needs to seek support and help, or in other words, a little comfort for his soul.He was about to take out his mobile phone, but turned around as he wished, and saw the life-saving straw.Only this time, the arrival of his elder brother still couldn't bring him more peace of mind.They went out of the house and stood by the window chatting. This time, Mycroft didn't pass him a cigarette, but simply stood side by side with him.

"I'm sorry, Mycroft."

"It's okay, now, as long as you can take care of yourself."

Sherlock lowered his head and continued talking, he didn't look up, and at that moment just now, he missed the most gentle expression in McCoff's life: "The time Irene Adler cheated her death before, she expressed sympathy for her , I don’t think she would want others to see the most indignant moment in her life. Just now I waited outside the window until she fell asleep before going in. I suddenly understood that you might not have been a deserter back then, but, Don't want to embarrass me."

Mycroft didn't intervene, just quietly listening to his younger brother's chatter, moved by his growth, but also felt sorry for him going through such pain.He knew exactly what that meant and was very contradictory to his previous decision.In McCoff's eyes, he was still that little boy, and in his private heart, he was willing to protect him by his side.However, as he saw, there were some growths that he could not give, and he gradually began to get used to Sherlock's world, there are others, and there are people he wants to protect.I will also experience worrying about gains and losses, and my heart is cut like a knife.In Sherlock's world, Mycroft will never make mistakes, but this time, McCoff is unwilling to intervene, and he is unable to intervene, just like now, listening quietly, simply being a bystander, witnessing Or, just because he made too many mistakes in the past.

The author has something to say: please don’t ignore Mai Xia’s part, it’s just like Irene’s before, it’s a fiction or profile, and it’s also a kind of comparison and supplement.In addition, the next part is expected to be the finale, so stay tuned.At the same time, I also hope to get the support of all relatives, and more importantly, feedback.