【Howard】Stockholm Experiment

twenty

"I've pretty much rummaged through the city of London," said Lestrade, who was in Mycroft's car followed by Scotland Yard's police van.

"But there's one place you're missing," Mycroft said. "I know him."

"I really don't know you Holmes people," he murmured.

"What did you just say?" Mycroft turned his head to him.

"It's nothing." Lestrade stared sternly ahead, his brows gradually furrowed as the car moved forward.

This route is...

"John, wake up." Sherlock dragged John up on the bed.

He was terribly sleepy, but the unusual expression of the person in front of him woke him up quite a bit.

"What? What happened?"

"What!" When the scene in front of him became clear in his vision, Lestrade finally understood where the familiarity came from—their destination was 221B!

"How is it possible? How could Mrs. Hudson hide it for them?" He was extremely shocked, because they only missed this place when they searched.

"I'm afraid Mrs. Hudson left the other day." Mycroft opened the door and got out of the car.

Sherlock released John's handcuffs.

When the cold metal object was thrown on the ground and made a loud sound, John completely escaped from the dazed state of just waking up. He looked at the handcuffs on the ground that had made him gnash his teeth, stared into his eyes and said, "You Remember, if you let me go, I will kill you."

"Of course I remember."

Sherlock turned and took a handful of guns from the drawer and handed it to John.

"Go ahead."

John pointed the gun at him without hesitation.

The air seemed to condense in an instant, the heartbeat hit the body like a heavy hammer, and the black muzzle of the gun was reflected in Sherlock's light-colored pupils.

The expression of resoluteness with his beloved.

one second.

John's hands trembled slightly.

two seconds.

Sherlock closed his eyes slowly.

three seconds.

Sirens blared outside the window.

John's hand paused and dropped.

"I don't think I need to do anything. I'll leave the rest to Scotland Yard."

There were seven or eight police cars parked outside 221B, red and blue flashing lights staggered on the faces of the police officers, and the piercing sound of sirens pierced the night.

"Inspector, are you going in?"

"Wait, John's still in his hands."

As if hearing his words, a gunshot came from inside, silently warning the people outside not to act rashly.

Sherlock dropped his hands, watching John turn and walk towards the door just like that.

John stared straight ahead, telling himself not to look back.

Can't look back, can't lose.

"John," he said behind him, speaking at his usual rapid pace, "I know I've lied to you and you don't want to believe me anymore, but what I'm about to say next is true, if you can, Please listen-"

His speech slowed down and his voice became low.

"I love you,"

There was a lot of noise outside just across the wall.

"I value you,"

Lestrade yelled into a megaphone from across the wall.

"than anything,"

John's footsteps stopped, and his expression remained calm.

"than the world, than..."

The police officers crouched next to the car with their guns, waiting for orders at any time.

"mylife."

His last syllable fell heavily, so that the world was silent.

After a long time, John turned around slowly and said softly, "But, I still don't forgive you."

Bright smile.

Sherlock shook his wrists in a daze, and the handcuffs that had been on the ground were shackled on his hands.

"Then Mr. Holmes, will you fulfill your oath?"

"What... an oath?"