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Although it is the early winter of [-], for Watson, it is tantamount to his spring.

In the case of the "Four Signatures" that caused a sensation in London, Watson's greatest achievement was meeting his beloved Miss Mary Morstan, and what was gratifying was that the other party also liked him. People are happy.

Although Mary did not get back the wealth that belonged to her, it did not affect the development of her relationship with Watson.After dating Mary for half a month, the doctor made a decision—he wanted to move out of the house at No. 221b Baker Street and find a place where he could live with his future wife.

"It's a pity, but I wish you well, doctor." During the dinner, Nora sincerely congratulated, "It's not easy to find a wife you like. I'm happy for you."

"Thank you." Watson raised his glass with a smile.

Holmes slowly cut the chicken on the plate, "Although I have always believed that any relationship is incompatible with reality, calmness and reason, and I do not decide to get married, but... I still wish you well, Watson."

Watson laughed loudly, "Don't speak too soon, Sherlock, but I gladly accept your blessing."

Holmes smiled indifferently.

"It's still a few weeks before you move out of here," Nora suddenly remembered something, with a bright smile and a cheerful voice, "How about we have a bachelor party?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone was taken aback.

"Single..." repeated Holmes slowly. "...a party?"

Nora propped her chin, squinted her eyes and smiled lightly, "Watson will probably announce his marriage soon, we can invite our acquaintances to get together to celebrate the last freedom of John Watson, a golden single gentleman in London." night."

Watson's eyes lit up. He likes lively things, and it is obvious that this so-called party is very much in line with his preferences.

"Though I don't want to spoil the fun," Holmes told her solemnly, wiping his mouth with dignity, "I have the impression that a so-called party requires a certain number of people, but—acquaintances? In this room, everyone Does the person have more than ten 'acquaintances'?"

"..." Nora was dumbfounded.

Then she lowered her head and began to count with her fingers. Counting the three people in this room, Cleveland, Amanda, and Mary, there are only six friends who are familiar with her. Only now did she realize that her social life is Such poverty is almost pitiful.

She was downcast, "Well, the plan fell through."

Watson next to him also sighed in frustration, and then told her earnestly, "Dear Nora, you are so young and beautiful, you should go out and make more friends. You definitely have a wide range of suitors, as long as you want."

Nora looked back at him innocently, "But I'm only 21 years old." It meant that she was young and didn't need so many suitors.

"You are already 21 years old!" Watson hated iron and steel. Most ladies of this age in London already have fiancés, but Nora is still going back and forth between Baker Street and Cleveland Clinic every day, without any plans to worry about lifelong events.

Nora touched her nose, "But Sherlock is already 29 years old, and he is the same as me, Watson." Proving that she is not alone.

Holmes sat down on the sofa as if nothing had happened, picked up the newspaper and started

"That's the same." Watson said bitterly, "No matter how smart and capable you are, you are still a lady. No matter how old you are, it will be difficult to find a suitable husband."

Nora rolled her eyes, and suddenly thought of something, her eyes lit up, and her emerald green pupils slid around on Holmes' calm face and turned back, as if unintentionally, she said, "Don't worry, doctor, dear Xia. Rock Holmes will be with me, won't he?"

Mrs. Hudson, who was making tea in the kitchen, immediately poked her head out and looked over with a strange gaze.

"Accompany...?" Watson looked strange, looking at Holmes.

The big detective seemed to pause for a moment, his eyes still stayed on the newspaper, and he looked very focused. After a few seconds when the three people in the room fell silent, he seemed to come to his senses. He responded very slowly, protractedly, and casually. With a voice, "... hmm, if there are no accidents."

"..."

The book in Watson's hand fell to the ground. He seemed to suspect that he had heard it wrong. He blinked and asked again, "... Sherlock, do you understand what we are talking about?"

Holmes looked over and raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you discussing the issue of friendship forever?"

Nora breathed a sigh of relief and nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, that's what I mean." Then she winked at Mrs. Hudson complacently, in exchange for the other party shaking her head helplessly and sighing.

Watson covered his forehead in distress, "God."

He straightened his face again, and said to Nora seriously, "If there is a suitable person, I will help you pay attention, Nora."

Nora shrugged nonchalantly, she didn't think Watson was serious, "It's up to you." Then she squinted her eyes and smiled tactfully, and her friends jokingly praised, "Your choice is generally not wrong."

Holmes sneered inexplicably, "I doubt it very much."

Watson was not angry, but laughed happily, "Oh Sherlock," he looked at him with pitying and sympathetic eyes, "I think that after Nora finds the right person, she will be like me. Move out of here, and then there's no one to always be 'with' you."

This problem was really serious. Holmes immediately straightened his face and sat up straight. His eyes shifted back and forth between Watson and Nora, and finally settled on Nora. The seriousness in his eyes made Nora restrain herself unconsciously. With a happy smile, he gave a low cough and tried to explain, "That... Watson was just joking, so far no discerning gentleman would have taken a fancy to me..."

"That Mr. Hawke doesn't necessarily think so..." Holmes murmured to himself, and then he came back to his senses. After a long silence, he nodded slowly, "You are right."

"..." Watson was taken aback. What was he talking about?

"Friends always get together and part, and I have already considered this day after I met you." Holmes' tone was very steady, his eyes were still calm and sharp, not like joking, but in a thoughtful, unsurprising way The attitude said slowly, "The only difference is that I may lose one or two partners who share the fun of the murder and discover interesting knowledge together. This is no different from my previous life."

Nora was also stunned. She didn't expect that it was just a small joke that would make Holmes so cautious.

"Ahem." Nora tried to relieve the inexplicably tense atmosphere, shrugged her shoulders, and showed a bright smile, "Actually, you don't have to be so serious, Sherlock, my attitude is similar to yours."

Holmes was really surprised this time, "You..."

"Remember the 'right person' argument I told you?" Nora smiled unchanged. "I mean it. I didn't say that because I was bored to pass the time. You think that emotion has nothing to do with actual calm Compatibility, value reason above everything else, and love will become a stumbling block on the way to solve the case... Although I don't fully agree with this point, at least, I thought so before meeting 'that person', sometimes Emotions do affect your ability to judge.”

"..." Watson turned his face away, refusing to discuss this topic with these two non-human beings.

"Although I don't know what will happen after falling in love with someone, but at least, for now," Nora looked into his cold gray eyes sincerely, and said in a firm tone, "I will be your loyal and eternal partner, not only Just for the fun of analyzing murders, or for discovering knowledge."

Friend, partner, this word is special to both of them, not only because they are both emotive but not revealing people, this kind of person is cold but extremely affectionate, recognized friends or lovers often will be with them for life.

Holmes, Watson, Mrs. Hudson, and Cleveland are all friends she recognizes and loves.

Holmes stared at her for a long time, a gentle smile gradually appeared on his usually calm face, and he even lowered his voice unconsciously, "Yes, Nora Sharp."

"Ah... If I didn't know you well, I would have thought you were rehearsing your wedding vows." Watson said in a relaxed tone.

Nora belatedly realized that what she said just now seemed suspicious of a confession, and she blushed slightly in embarrassment, but she quickly reacted and replied with a smile on her face without fear, "Probably , but Xiali understands what I mean, 'misunderstanding' is not his specialty."

Holmes was very serious, and chorused very cooperatively, "Yes, that's right."

Watson shook his head with a smile, "Since that's the case, I'm very curious about what Nora will be like when she meets the 'suitable candidate'."

Holmes squinted at him, "Perhaps you didn't hear clearly, I can repeat to you, 'Sherlock, I have the same attitude as you', by Nora Sharp."

"Then what if our Nora finds out that she actually likes you, Sherlock?" Watson asked suddenly.

The room suddenly fell silent.

Nora's face was full of differences, and Holmes also showed a slightly shocked expression, probably because he hadn't thought about this possibility. He was quiet for a long time, lowered his eyelids, and seemed to be caught in some kind of inexplicable worry.

"Ha, haha." Nora laughed awkwardly, gnashed her teeth in a low voice, "Thank you, doctor."

Watson smiled, "You're welcome, both of you."