【Howard】Stockholm Experiment

21

It's been a crazy night.

The police officers stared at the door patiently, and the tense atmosphere continued to condense on the not-so-broad street.

A person came out from 221B.

Wearing his iconic black trench coat, he solved the case as usual, muttering "so boring" while preparing to be interviewed by reporters.

It's just that what greeted him this time was not flashlights, but guns.

"Sherlock Holmes, you will be arrested on suspicion of involvement in the kidnapping and serial murder." Lestrade showed the arrest warrant and said to him.

In the dark night, he stood at the door with a faint light and smiled from a distance.

He pulled someone out from behind.

It was John, his right hand handcuffed to the man's left.

Sherlock put the gun on John's forehead, and said with a loud smile to the surrounding police officers, "Gentlemen, please step aside?"

The atmosphere instantly turned to freezing point, and all the police officers froze in place.

"Mygod! Back off!" Lestrade yelled.

Lestrade had seen this scene twice in his lifetime, and this time, like the last, he was helpless and helpless.

It's just John, his familiar eyes with a crazy smile that's never been seen on this face.

He must have been driven mad, Lestrade thought.

I must be driving myself crazy, John thought too.

Five minutes ago, he had said to Sherlock, "So Mr. Holmes, will you keep your vow?"

"What... an oath?"

"You said, let me stay with you for two more days, and you will let me go. I swear by the name of Mr. Holmes."

"I did it."

"No, you didn't," John pulled his hand over, "To be precise, after tonight, it's the two days you said."

"John, actually my point is not... Oh, okay." He saw John handcuff his own hand to his, relinquishing his right to speak.

They stood side by side at the door, as if standing side by side in front of the vast universe, ignoring fate and fighting against the world.

Sherlock Holmes and John Watson started like this, now like this, ending...

"Listen, Sherlock, I'm only helping you one last time, and I'll be gone at dawn," John said in a voice only the two of them could hear.

Sherlock nodded slightly, and the two of them walked through the crowd maintaining this posture.

"Do we need to run now, Sherlock?" John asked.

He recalled the last time they ran in the moonlight, the throbbing moment when they held each other's hands tightly.Time has passed, and I didn't expect this old drama to be staged again.

"John," he looked at him, with some inexplicable emotions in his eyes, "this is..."

!!!

In a flash, Sherlock pushed John to the ground, and the hem of the windbreaker drew a large arc, and finally fell on the ground.

Almost indistinctly, two gunshots exploded.

John's head hit the ground hard, dizzy, and his hands frantically tried to push Sherlock away from him, but found a patch of wetness.

Dark red, pungent... blood?

Blood! Sherlock? !

He got out from under him and saw the blood red hands.

Beside him, Sherlock's eyes were looking at him, such tender eyes, eyes that he never showed in front of others.

Probably John didn't know, in places where he couldn't see, he had been looking at him like this, tenderly, or admiringly, admiringly, like looking at a rare treasure.

He didn't say another word.

John suddenly felt tempted to laugh - and in fact he did, watching the flustered cops go after the killer on the roof and Lestrade calling the emergency number.He sat on the ground and laughed wantonly, laughing at how his own life was messed up by Sherlock, and when he could finally break free or even revenge or forgive, he would just die like this without any business?

This is the silence of the place where there is a lot of people's voices, and there is nothing you can do when you laugh until your eyes are full of tears.

I must really be driving myself crazy, John thought again.

Dark red blood flowed out from under John's body and gathered into a small pool on the ground.His numb nerves began to work, but now there was no pain as imagined.

John lay down slowly, staring at the dark sky.

Dawn is coming.

Sherlock Holmes and John Watson started like this, now like this, ending...

The same is true.