【Howard】Stockholm Experiment

Seventeen

6 month 25 day.

in the secret room.

Sherlock was administering medicine to John.

Although the welts on John's body were heavy, they didn't bleed. His fingers took the ointment and applied it along the red and swollen marks, with a focused expression.

The ointment does fucking sting when you put it on, John thought, Sherlock did it on purpose?But he couldn't move by himself, and now he didn't even dare to handcuff him.

"Sherlock, I don't need your hypocrisy. Take the medicine away," John said.

outside the government building.

"Find a way to get this batch of papers taken down," Mycroft said to the secretary sullenly.

"Sorry, sir, all?"

"Every newspaper with the name John Watson in it.

Inside Scotland Yard.

"John disappeared for so long, it's impossible for Sherlock's ability to solve the case."

"—unless he doesn't want to."

"He also lied to us that John died."

"Stop talking," Lestrade kicked the table angrily, "Sherlock can't hurt John, they are such good friends."

"Friend?" Donovan laughed, clasping his hands over his chest habitually, "Seriously, can't you see the way the freak looks at John?"

"He's anti-social, he can't think like a normal person."

"Empty words," Lestrade sighed, "Go back first, I'll find someone to make sure."

221B.

"OK, that's really great... I'll start packing up now." Mrs. Hudson said, "I'm looking forward to this resort, it will probably let me relax."

street side.

"I don't think I should tell you so late, but I didn't think much about it at the time," Mary said on the phone with the inspector on the way to the clinic, "John faced Sherlock that day, terrified, as if he was deliberately avoiding it. "

On the stairs of the abandoned building.

A black figure silently extinguished the cigarette in his hand.

"Sherlock, enough games, let me send you to God."

"John..." After taking the medicine, Sherlock leaned over and hugged John, rubbing his temples, greedily absorbing the warmth in his arms, and murmured, "You stay with me for the last few days, and I will let you go."

"I don't believe you."

"Swear by the last name of Holmes."

The color of dusk, psychedelic, magnificent.

"Is that him?" These were the first words Lestrade said after answering the phone.

"Sorry, I hope Scotland Yard will stop pursuing this case," Mycroft said slowly.

"What about John? The British government disregarded the lives of others in order to protect their own relatives?" Lestrade questioned the upper echelon for the first time in his life.

"Lestrade, I am not a good person. As an official, I will choose the side that is beneficial to me."

As soon as these words came out, there was no sound from the other end of the phone.

"I apologize again for disappointing you." Mycroft said in a deep voice, "Sherlock is very important to me, and I will try my best to keep John safe."

"It's me who should apologize, maybe I shouldn't talk to my superiors like this, Sherlock is also very important to me," Lestrade's voice was slightly cool, "but it's not worth justice."

The last rays of the setting sun reluctantly shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the lonely figure in front of the huge table. Mycroft watched his own shadow gradually elongate and disappear, propping up the table with both hands, lowering his tired eyes.

The evening of July 6.

in the secret room.

Sherlock brought the wine.

John raised his eyelids and asked, "Who are you?"

"Come with me for a drink," he said.

"What if you don't accompany me?" John smiled half a smile.

"Don't forget that you are bound by me, you have to accompany me if you don't... But, it will not be safe here soon." He looked around.

"Someone's coming to save me," John said.

"Scotland Yard?" Sherlock sneered. "John, they can't save you."

"..." John didn't speak. Although he didn't want to, he also felt that Scotland Yard couldn't beat Sherlock.

"I said, stay with me for another two days, and I'll let you go. Now we need to move." Sherlock took out a syringe and waved it in front of his eyes, "Are you coming with me or shall I take you?"

"Nowhere goes unnoticed."

"People always take it for granted." Sherlock gave his usual mocking smile.

John decided to keep his mouth shut to avoid being taunted, and Sherlock blindfolded him.

in the office.

"Many people care about John, and withdrawing the report will have the opposite effect." The secretary told Mycroft, "Now there are signs that people will question the government."

Mycroft was silent for a while, before speaking: "Understood."

My dear brother, you have made a big mess for me...

Inside Scotland Yard.

Lestrade propped his face with one hand, staring at the surveillance video with eyes that were about to close.

Almost in the same action as him were the police officers of Scotland Yard.

"As of tonight, the surveillance video at the entrance and exit of the city has been checked, and there is no trace of them leaving the city. They should still be somewhere in London." He yawned, and said, "The search will continue tomorrow morning, and the scope will expand to the suburbs. "

"Detective, Mr. Holmes over there..."

"Don't worry about them, I'm fully responsible."

"Detective..."

"The big deal is that I won't have this job after saving people, don't talk about it, have you finished writing what you asked to write?" He drove Anderson away impatiently.

"Sherlock, I don't want to be your enemy." Lestrade smiled wryly, "but I can't just let innocent people get hurt."

Let it go if you can.

on the road.

A bus was driving smoothly, and most of the bus were old people with gray hair.

Mrs. Hudson tilted her head to sleep, and suddenly a sudden sound of brakes woke her up.Then the world turned upside down, and the bus overturned on the side of the road amidst the screams of the people in the car.