【Howard】Stockholm Experiment

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From leaving the house to lying on the instrument, John thought about his arguments all the way, how to convince the doctor and get Sherlock away in the shortest time.

The progress was unexpectedly smooth, and the plan he had prepared for a long time was not in vain.

Receiving Dr. Aaron's mobile phone, he suddenly realized that he only remembered Sherlock and Mary's phone numbers, he hesitated for a while—in just a second, he entered Mary's number.

Luckily Mary didn't waste time on the phone ringing, she was so shocked to hear John's voice, and John didn't really think about why she was so surprised.He hurriedly told Mary to pick him up outside the hospital... wait, which hospital is this?When it was too late, he had to say that he was in danger and needed her help.

Putting down the phone, Dr. Aaron asked him worriedly if he needed to call the police, John shook his head and said, no.

He didn't want the police to get involved in this matter. If the case was really filed, he would have to describe the whole process verbatim—my God, including the part he didn't want to recall.

And facing Lestrade...

On the surface, John walked calmly through the stream of nurses and patients coming and going in the hospital. In fact, his hands and feet were trembling slightly, and he couldn't tell whether it was nervousness or excitement.

There were only a few steps away from the gate, one step, two steps, three steps... The moment he stepped out of the gate, John started running, and stopped a taxi along the unfamiliar street.By now Sherlock should have noticed he was gone, and he needed to hurry up.

The driver heard him say the address of Mary's house: "It's a bit far from there."

He should have fled far away, and it was best to leave London for a while.But experience told him he couldn't handle Sherlock alone.And there is another fatal restriction-he does not have any money, documents or communication tools on him.

"Hurry up, please, I'll pay double the price." John was afraid that Sherlock would catch up.

Hearing this, the driver stepped on the accelerator hard and started racing.

Well, in fact, he didn't have any money on him, so Mary had to spend first.

When he arrived at the destination, Mary was already waiting at the door. As soon as he got out of the car, she came up and hugged him.

"I thought you were dead…" she sobbed, wrapping her arms around John.

John patted her on the back to reassure her, "I'm back..."

Then gently pushed her away: "Uh, I think Mr. Driver is still waiting for the fare, let's talk about it when we enter the house..."

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