It's really a ghost [Comprehensive]

Captain John Watson, attached to the [-]th Northumberland Fusiliers, served three years in Afghanistan, served as a military doctor in Kandahar and Helmand, went to war, suffered gunshot wounds, and in peacetime, such a job The resume can be said to be thrilling and glorious.

However, this was before he retired.

After being injured and retired, John Watson's title became a former military doctor. Like many veterans, he suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder, lived in a small hotel with subsidies, and had to see a psychiatrist regularly. Lived an ordinary life as plain as water.

However, this was before he shared a lease with Sherlock Holmes.

After co-renting with Sherlock Holmes, John Watson's title is still a former military doctor, and now he also has the title of the only assistant/nanny/errand boy in the world who consults detectives. It contains jumping up and down in London, corpses coming and going in blood rain, IQ has been crushed and never surpassed, and a series of past events that can be looked back.

His hobby is blogging. Since he became a roommate with the consulting detective, John has never had to worry about running out of material.It's no exaggeration to say that his blog is still very popular. I heard that Scotland Yard has all subscribed.

John pondered for a while, as if he had forgotten something. At this moment, the phone rang. John took it over and looked at it. The corners of his mouth twitched. How could he forget this.Sherlock's big devil, basically equipped with a three-piece suit, a black umbrella, a small black car, and a fake smile for which the world changes color. He is also known as Mycroft Holmes of the "British Government".

"Sherlock, your brother called my phone!"

Maybe there would have to be an information relay between the British Government and the consulting detectives in the title, for God's sake he didn't want any of it!

"Delete it." The consulting detective curled up on the sofa, wrapped in his dark blue nightgown, and replied in a bored tone.

"I want to too." John muttered, and he quickly connected after the bell rang again. He didn't even realize that his attitude at the moment of connection was unconsciously filled with trepidation.

"Oh, John, I'm not bothering you, are you?" The British government's silky British accent and the British government's silky official attitude came from the microphone, and John shrank his head involuntarily: "No, what's the matter with you?" ?”

Mycroft asked slowly, "How is my brother?"

"Sherlock is like that. There is no case today, you know." John replied, he hoped there would be a case, but he didn't know what happened today, the world was peaceful, and even Lestrade didn't call.

The British government on the other end of the phone drew the tone: "Oh, I am very sorry about this."

John has serious doubts.

Mycroft chuckled: "Can I trouble you to ask him to answer the phone?"

As soon as John turned his head, Sherlock, who was still curled up on the sofa studying the mystery of the ceiling, disappeared. He covered the microphone and yelled twice, and Sherlock's voice came from the bedroom: "Congratulate me on how the fat man's diet works. .”

John let go of the microphone and said decisively to Mycroft on the other end: "Uh, Sherlock is inconvenient to answer the phone right now. What's the matter with you? I can pass it on to him."

"Really?" Mycroft said lightly, John suddenly felt his ears itch, and he swallowed: "Yes, he's a bit busy."

Fortunately, Mycroft didn't continue to ask Sherlock what he was up to. He sighed slightly and said regretfully, "That's a pity. Goodbye, John."

John hung up the phone confused, what do you mean?

John felt as if he had hit the mark, and another hour later, not only did Scotland Yard not call in, even there was no new news on the website, Sherlock was so bored to death, and John was going crazy, being tossed by Sherlock who was so bored to death crazy.Sherlock walked up and down barefoot in the living room irritably, and then walked to the window, opened the curtains and looked out: "Look outside, John, it's quiet, quiet, serene, how—"

John waited for a while without waiting for Sherlock's next words, he raised his head from the sofa he used to sit on: "What's wrong?"

Sherlock closed the curtains and said with a blank expression: "nothing." He opened the curtains and glanced out, then pulled the curtains angrily, flung them, and went back to the bedroom angrily.

Ask the ex-military doctor how he could tell that the consulting detective was pissed off, for god's sake, he seemed to be stomping through the floorboards with almost every step he took?what happens?

John also looked at the window curiously. An Asian lady in a red coat was standing downstairs. She seemed to meet John by looking up inadvertently. She smiled at John, and John subconsciously followed suit. This is definitely a polite gesture.Oh, the other party went to ring the doorbell.

When he heard the sound of going upstairs, John raised his voice and shouted to Sherlock's bedroom: "Sherlock, we have a client at the door."

The sonorous voice of the consulting detective came out: "I'm busy."

After hearing this, John glanced at the wall riddled with holes, huh?Busy punching holes in the walls?

Sherlock's loud voice came out again clearly: "I said I'm busy, very busy!"

"I didn't say anything." John muttered, when the beautiful and young Asian lady just stepped in, he paused when he heard this, and John quickly said, "Do you have anything to entrust?" ? Come in quickly, please."

"You must be Dr. Watson. I'm Irene. Nice to meet you." Irene smiled and stretched out her hand to John, while her black and white eyes looked him up and down.

"Yes, I am." John was about to hold Irene's outstretched hand, but another hand came out halfway, grabbed the woman's hand first, and shook it up and down a few times, "Trust me , I am also very happy to meet you, Miss Ai, very happy!"

John: "??" Sherlock is trying to mess with me?Wouldn't it be to start a fast deduction and scare the client away by the way?John just turned his head and wanted to remind Sherlock to pay attention in a low voice, but he glanced at Sherlock and was almost blinded: It's only been less than 2 minutes, and the consulting detective, who was originally wrapped in a blue nightgown and was a bit sloppy, changed into a suit to meet customers. The clothes, the elegant suit, the shirt that outlines his muscular lines, the shiny leather shoes on his feet, combined with the deliberately enlarged smile on his face, in short, it is just right to shine!

What happened?

Suddenly consulted the detective and said: "shutit!"

John, who often received the word, called him in a low warning voice: "Sherlock!"

"What? Oh, you should change your habit of judging people by their appearance—most people judge people by their appearance. If you know what this lady from China in front of you has done, you won't be superfluous to her. I have a good impression of you." When Sherlock said this, he stared at the lady, and seemed to forget to let go of her hand.

John: "??" He couldn't help reconsidering the client who seemed to have done something heinous, but saw the other party smile, a very bright smile, and said: "So this is a special way to express you Think my looks are aesthetically pleasing, Mr Holmes? Well, I must say, thank you for your compliment."

"No!" Sherlock squeezed out a negative word, let go of his hand by the way, sat down on the single sofa, put his hands on the armrests, raised his legs, and then turned to the ex-military doctor who was still struggling. Giving orders: "John, what are you still doing, we have a client coming to the door, don't we?"

"Oh, oh." John took out a notepad and a pen competently, and prepared to write down the key words proposed by the client. After he took them and sat on the chair next to the desk, he heard his roommate, the world The only consulting detective on the Internet praised him in a slightly exaggerated tone: "Oh, John, you did a good job, and you can do the same in the future."

John twitched the corner of his mouth: "Say it as if it's the first time I've done this today. I've done it before, okay?"

"Really? It's not important." Sherlock didn't turn his head to face John at all. He was always facing Irene, who was sitting on the sofa opposite him where the client often sat, showing a Sherlock-like smirk "Now, Ms. Ai, you can say your commission." When his eyes flicked over Irene's exposed calf, he frowned indistinctly, and returned to her face again, using his bright eyes All-seeing eyes scrutinized the client carefully.

John is very familiar with this kind of gaze, and then his roommate will say a deduction that makes the client dumbfounded.

In fact, Sherlock did speak but only a short sentence: "You came by plane."

"Yes, a thirteen-hour flight." Irene had a panoramic view of the changes in Sherlock's expression, but she didn't intend to explain to him, and the conversation suddenly changed, "Mr. Watson, you see, I am from China. Coming to the UK and coming to 221b Baker Street just because I want to entrust you and Mr. Holmes is priceless to me."

John was actually a little confused, but Sherlock didn't speak, and the client asked him again, so he said kindly: "Uh, I don't know what you want to entrust us with?" What priceless treasure?Could it be smuggling?Why didn't Sherlock perform a lot of deduction, which made him feel very uneasy now, not sure whether this client is good or bad.

Eileen propped her cheeks back to look at John, smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, John, you don't mind if I call you that?"

John nodded subconsciously, not seeing his roommate's face darken.

"I can assure you that this does not involve any crime-related content, I just want you to help find my boyfriend, s." After Irene finished speaking, Sherlock snorted heavily: "With all due respect, Miss Ai , you and your boyfriend, s, have been separated for six months, during which you have not sent him a text message, made a phone call, and have not spoken a single word. John, as an ordinary person, you said that in this situation Now, can the man assume that the relationship between them in the popular sense of society has been unilaterally terminated by the woman?"

Before the former military doctor had time to digest it, he was stunned by the long sentence of his roommate. He translated it for himself as an ordinary person: "The woman has not heard from her for six months. Has the man been unilaterally broken up?" John Resolutely replied: "Isn't it." After he realized that the client was also looking at him, he hesitated and said, "Uh, maybe Ms. Ai chose such a tactful way because she was too embarrassed to speak directly to that Mr. S? "

"His surname is not s, you can call him Mr. H." Irene corrected, staring at Sherlock.

John complained silently in his heart, is it necessary to make it so mysterious?The ex-military doctor didn't think about anything else—for example, the name of his roommate Sherlock Holmes fit well, and the various text messages ending in sh in his mobile phone failed to remind the ex-military doctor—he I thought that Sherlock might not be interested in this commission case, but the fact is completely opposite. The consulting detective was very interested in this commission case that sounded worth a penny. He leaned forward and approached the client: "You don't seem to think so?"

A question mark appeared on John's head, what is the context of this sentence?But the client has already spoken: "Of course not, as I just said, s is a priceless treasure to me."

Sherlock put down his hand and leaned back on the back of the chair: "I doubt it." Accompanied by a soft hum, full of irony.

Seeing that the client lowered his eyes, John seemed very sad, so he called his roommate's name warningly, reminding him not to go too far.

Sherlock restrained himself a bit, "Then how do you explain the six months of silence, Miss Ai?"

"Mr. Holmes, there is a saying in China, "One day is like three autumns." It is used to describe the longing between lovers, and it is perfect for me." Irene looked up Mr. Holmes, to be honest, she didn't expect that she stayed in Silent Hill for a total of [-] hours. When she came back, her father told her that she had disappeared for six months. The difference in time flow between the two worlds caused this difference.

Sherlock, who has a good grasp of Chinese, understood the implication of Irene's words in the next moment, and he frowned: "How is this possible?"

"Anything is possible, Sherlock, it's like I linked to John's blog at my home. It's wonderfully written, John." The second half of the sentence was said to John, who was full of question marks, and John replied in a daze, "Oh , thank you", the client said slowly to his roommate: "I thought McCoff would tell you about this, oh, of course he would, but you didn't read the text message he sent you, he put The call went to John's cell phone, right?"

"That fat man!" Sherlock gritted his teeth and cursed his brother, then regained his expressionless face, stared at Irene, his girlfriend, who hadn't heard from him for six months, and raised his chin: "Seriously , we still have a lot of issues to talk about!"

Irene finally stretched out her hand that had been in her coat pocket all the time, and there was a paper rose in her hand. The bright red paper rose looked very beautiful when held in her white palm.She handed the paper rose in Sherlock's direction, "Here you are."

Sherlock is very reserved, he just doesn't answer!

John: "???" Wait, did someone press fast forward?How did the plot develop to send roses for courtship? "Wait, Sherlock, what the hell is going on?!"

"John, it's the first time we meet, I think it's necessary for me to introduce myself," Irene said and paused, and she also intended to give John the paper rose rejected by Sherlock as a meeting gift, of course, half On the way, she was intercepted by a consulting detective with a stinky face, and then Irene continued to introduce herself, "I am the girlfriend of Sherlock Holmes, Lin Ai, just call me Irene."

Sherlock seemed reluctant to admit it, and he added an attributive: "Girlfriend in the waiting area."

Irene didn't accept it, she pretended to be stupid and said, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Sherlock pouted: "So now it has been reduced to an ordinary goldfish?"

Erin raised her eyebrows to look at her boyfriend, and retorted: "If you insist on thinking so, then who spent a full 5 minutes deducing that I came here directly by plane?"

Sherlock corrected: "Four and a half."

Irene showed a pure smile: "Rounding up."

Dr. Watson, a former military doctor, slapped the table on the battlefield: "For God's sake!! You two stop talking!" He looked at Irene, his eyes widened, "So you are really Sherlock's girlfriend? My God, I always thought it was a fictional character, people used it to retaliate against Sherlock, you know, so you are real! Wait, so Mr. s, h, And the priceless treasure is talking about Sherlock? sh—”

Before John finished expressing his emotion, he was interrupted by his roommate sh: "John, why are you still here? Shouldn't you go on a date with that?"

"Manny, Sherlock." Irene reminded her boyfriend who couldn't remember his name.

John was dumbfounded: "What about you?"

"The business card under your computer, John, has half a lip print on it, and you will find it when you shine it against the light. Obviously she has a crush on you, and she will definitely agree to you when you ask her out." Irene explained, in Before John opened his mouth, he answered his next question: "Obviously that's your computer, Sherlock's is in his bedroom, any other questions?"

John looked at Irene, and then subconsciously turned his head to look at his roommate. For some reason, he felt a heavy heart, double the weight. He felt that he should really leave and go outside to breathe the air that ordinary people breathe .He licked his lips, got up and took his coat, and the business card that was said to have half a lip print on it, and said dryly: "You must chat slowly!"

At this time, his roommate, Sherlock Holmes did not know when to lie back on the couch again, while his legendary girlfriend took off her red coat and hung it on the sofa familiarly. coat hook, saying to him, "Nice to meet you, John."

"Uh, me too, see you later." By coincidence, John didn't go downstairs immediately after leaving the door, but leaned against the wall outside the door for a while, as if he really needed more time to digest what happened just now like.

Through the crack of the door, Irene walked towards her boyfriend lying dead on the couch. She reached out to caress the shoulder of the boyfriend who was facing the sofa. The detective twisted and moved his shoulder away. He was still reasonable. : "Do you not understand the meaning of the pending area?"

Erin chuckled and said, "I miss you too, Sherlock."

What a cunning love story!Sherlock shouldn't admit it, right?

Sure enough, Sherlock turned around to face his girlfriend, and snorted, "What are you talking about?"

"My dear s, your eyes are so beautiful, sometimes they are filled with stars, and sometimes they hang rainbows." She also used an aria, and John suddenly remembered what she had said through the commission case earlier. s is her priceless treasure or something, wait a minute, was the entrustment earlier a love affair between the couple?John shuddered at the conjecture. Come on, is it necessary to be so dramatic?

In the living room, Erin leaned down to her boyfriend, and the distance between their lips was getting closer and closer, so close that when she said "I want to kiss you", the breath she exhaled was blown right into Sherlock's mouth, "Of course I can continue to talk to you and—" Comrade Xiao Ai knew that John didn't go downstairs, and neither did Sherlock.Before Comrade Xiao Ai finished speaking, the consulting detective shouted out the door: "John, did you fall asleep on the stairs?"

John: "...uh, I'm tying my shoelaces, I'm done! You...you go ahead." Then, John moved his legs and went downstairs quickly. When he got downstairs, John thought he probably had to Overnight at Manny's.After thinking about it, he couldn't help but think about those jokes made by Scotland Yard about Sherlock being an older virgin, uh, just in case he should come back tomorrow.

For God's sake, Sherlock does have a girlfriend!

John couldn't help sighing as he closed the door.

In the living room upstairs, Irene turned her head after hearing a continuous sound stop, and their hands were intertwined at some point.Irene sat on the edge of the sofa, leaned over Sherlock, and stroked her boyfriend's curly hair with the other hand, her eyes glued to each other, and the distance between her lips became less and less. Just as she was about to touch her, Comrade Xiao Ai suddenly He opened his mouth: "Well, as a girlfriend in the waiting area, can I do this kind of thing with you?"

"Irene!" Sherlock glared at his girlfriend viciously, and took the initiative to reduce the remaining distance between his lips. When their lips touched, both of them moaned uncontrollably. They really missed each other. up.

This kissing position is a bit difficult. Sherlock got up from the sofa, wrapped his free hand around his girlfriend's waist, and brought her center of gravity closer to him. During this period, their lips seemed to stick together, Difficult to part.

"I miss you." At the end of the kiss, when Sherlock and his girlfriend who finally returned from home pressed their foreheads against each other, he finally admitted that he missed her so bluntly. Finally, as if venting his anger, Sherlock He just gnawed his girlfriend's forehead, leaving an obvious tooth mark.Hmph, put a stamp on it, so as not to get lost.