[sherlock] Spirit and flesh

The client this time is a countryman from Manchester with protruding ears. He has just acquired a huge inheritance recently, a mansion as big as Downton Abbey. Unfortunately, he has just moved Within a week of entering, his wife turned into a vampire, sucking the blood of her own daughter who was born less than one year old. The client now feels that the house is evil and is very distressed by it.

I was sitting in the restaurant and I was dumbfounded when I heard this statement, "Wait a minute, a vampire? A vampire that sucks a baby's blood? Is that your wife?"

The client nodded sincerely, and said with great certainty, "That's right, doctor, tell me, I saw her raise her head from my daughter's neck with her mouth full of blood. What is that terrible act not a vampire?"

"But..." I was about to complain about this absurd case like a fantasy novel, "Actually, we are not ghost hunters. We are not very good at vampires. I don't have time to accompany you here and drink coffee..."

"Very well, I'll take this case." Sherlock said calmly beside him, picked up a cup of milk tea, put it to his mouth, blew on the mist, and took a sip.

I turned my head and stared at him. I seriously suspected that he was deliberately confronting me, so he took this ridiculous and lawless case that did not conform to scientific common sense, "Sherlock, big detective, are you determined Let's go all the way to Manchester to help him catch the vampire?"

"Who said it was us." Sherlock looked at me like a small fly on the mouth of a milk bottle, his eyes were full of contempt, "As far as your pudding brain can be used, your IQ is as good as the temperature on the thermometer. The number is the same, I will go alone, and you will look after the house."

I rushed over, knocked over half of the refreshments on the table, grabbed his collar with both hands, and said angrily, "Don't you dare to tell me one more time to ask me to housekeeper, I'm not your fucking puppy !"

"You're my stupid puppy! You're nothing but that! I want to see how you can live your incredibly rich, busy, and exciting life without me!" Sherlock reached out and grabbed my cheeks Twist hard, I think my cheek is about to be wrung off by him.

"Ahhhhhhh! You are nothing! A freak who has no friends but me!"

"I have no friends? Huh? My social circle is bigger than you can imagine, and I have countless clients! They are as many as stars in the galaxy, sticking to my coat, no matter how I shake it I can't get rid of it, I'm never lonely, you government outcast who can't find anyone to go shopping with, what do you have? Your hopeless savings, your lackluster interests, or your dark and hopeless life In the future, which one will bring you happiness?"

"Then spend the rest of your life with your client! See if they make you damned tea, fold your damned clothes, and clean up your damned mess!" I really want to bite off his contemptuous nose!I slammed forward with all my strength, and my forehead fell dully on the bridge of his fragile nose. Sherlock rolled his eyes, and his knees left the dining chair, and he fell limply under the table.

I sat back in my seat, pulled my coat, straightened my messed up cuffs, snapped my fingers at the stunned waiter, and said in a normal voice, "Pay the bill, we each buy our own."

Next, I waved my arms back and forth and sprinted on the street, angrily like an octopus crab going to kill the enemy, my speed was surprisingly fast, and I didn’t know which street or direction I was walking. I didn't care if I looked at the road or not, I looked back, and Holmes didn't catch up behind me like before, which made me even more angry, and it was so angry that it would burn my internal organs.

I stopped, stood on the side of the street, with my hips crossed, aha, maybe Holmes lost me, and then I thought that there is no one in this world who he would lose, he is really determined not to chase me, I couldn't turn back and lost my momentum, I walked back and forth here, waiting for him to come out from the corner and drag me, while raising my head to stop the nosebleed, and begging my forgiveness, but 5 minutes passed , 10 minutes have passed, he didn't come, I hate him!

I couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "Fucking bastard, how can there be such a bastard in the world! Oh fuck!" Someone next to me was scared and knocked over the cart of the ice cream vendor on the roadside.

I've been fooling around outside all day, so I won't be like what he said, without him, it means that I have no entertainment, no future, and no hope of life, that's not the case!My life is so rich and colorful that he can't imagine, it is so rich that it is dazzling!

I sat in the movie theater holding popcorn for 3 hours with a bitter face. I forgot what the movie was about as soon as I walked out. I stood at the entrance of the movie theater holding the leftover popcorn, in pairs The crowd kept bumping into my shoulders, I had no choice but to lean under the pillar, took out my phone, stared at the screen of the phone, hesitant, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. He is so caring, I don't want to think about whether I should call him to humiliate myself.

Only left him for 3 hours!

I went to the bar before it was dark, and there was no one there, and the night hadn't started yet, so I decided to drink in the bar until the sun went down, and I drank until I was jumping for joy.

It's hard to get me drunk. I don't usually drink easily. Once I drink, I can use my drinking capacity to bring down an entire Scotland Yard. This may be a genetic talent in my family. I drink a lot, but I never get so drunk that I lose my mind , never.

At 8:[-], I stood at the entrance of the bar to intercept the taxi. I was slightly drunk, squinted my eyes, and barely stood still. I checked the time, it was still very early, and I looked up at the stars over London.

"Look, Sherlock, the stars are so beautiful." I turned around habitually, and found that there was no tall figure standing beside me who could protect me from the wind and rain.

I snorted, the taxi arrived in front of me, and I asked the driver to take me to the London Eye.

The nights are still long, and there are many diversions I can find.

I'm standing under that stupid wheel that keeps spinning all day long, it alternates blue and pink lights, once upon a time, Sherlock was an axis, the whole world revolved around him, and I was happy and dizzy Pidian turned around him.I walked to the ticket office a little shaky and bought a ticket. The people who lined up next to me cast contemptuous glances at me, a drunk.

I glared at them angrily, "What are you looking at!"

"Maybe I misunderstood the person, are you from Holmes..."

"I'm not! I'm not someone like him! He's him! I'm me! I'm an independent existence! I'm not his damn appendage, his little follower!" I was inexplicably angry at these annoying people. I stopped the fire, then walked into the Ferris wheel with my head raised, and sat down at a random place. There were not many tourists in this space and it was very quiet.

The Ferris wheel started slowly and went up. I looked down at the bright Thames River through the window next to my shoulder. The scenery was unique, but I was unspeakably sad. Suddenly, I felt extremely tired. I wanted to make up with Sherlock. I really thought, I want to go back to 221B immediately, sleep in his arms for a while, then rub his hair and act like a baby, I want him to kiss me, just like the way he kissed me a few days ago when he was passionately lingering, Hugging me with all the strength in him.

What the hell happened between us?I stared at my reflection on the window glass, I looked at my stupid and sluggish expression, at that moment, it was like a movie screen was rewinding and replaying it mercilessly on the window glass, over and over again.

I love to put whoever is the first, maybe I used to be you as the center, but now, I have more important things to fill my life, you are not my first one.

I had a drunken headache and put my hands to my temples, oh my god, I had a brain short circuit to say something that hurt him so much.

This is probably Sherlock's Achilles heel. Now, the world is still revolving around him, but I am no longer. The biggest reason is that he fell in love with me. He has a home and a weakness at the same time. I can’t be as free and easy as I was before I met me. He cares about me, and I always use this to torture him. I move out at every turn. I can marry any woman on the street, have a family and have children, and these things, Sherlock could never do it the other way around, and he wouldn't want anyone but me.

You can always play with the person who loves you, can't you, you can easily hurt him, a cold look, or a cruel word, the person who loves you is as fragile in front of you as a fragile glass product.

I'm sick with a vomit and I'm done with this boring stupid wheel and I've got nowhere else to go, nowhere else, Sherlock's been my life for the past 9 years, I My life is always with Sherlock, I feel very struggling, I am not a cowardly person, I never depend on others, but since I met Sherlock, I have changed drastically.

I feel so uncomfortable being alone like this, I miss him so much, Sherlock is a part of me, he is the blood in my veins, I feel like I have lost a leg, I take it for granted that we are separate Nope, he's my rock, he's my winter coat, he's the sweetener in my tea, he's my friend, my sibling, my soul mate, my love, he's the one I get up every day If I had to sum up the thing I care about most in this world in one word, it would be him, Sherlock.

God knows why it's so hard for me to admit it to him, my stubborn and funny self-esteem.Oh God knows I can't lose him, not for a second.

The longer I was alone, the more I thought about it, which made me feel more uncomfortable. I didn’t have the patience to look at the lonely scenery any more. I wanted to smash the window glass and jump off, but I still endured until the Ferris wheel finished spinning. lap.

As soon as the huge casino toy stopped, I couldn't wait to jump off, rushed to the intersection to intercept a taxi, and hurried back to 221B.

I opened the apartment door and was halfway up the stairs when Mrs Hudson poked her head out from underneath and said to me, "Oh John, are you back? Have you had dinner yet?"

I answered her with my back on the stairs, "No, I'm sorry, dear landlady, I'll catch up with you tomorrow morning, I'm going up first, I have something to talk to Sherlock about."

"He's gone to Manchester. I don't know how many days."

"What..." I froze on the stairs, turned my head, and looked at her dumbfounded, "He just left without saying hello..."

"Are you fighting again?"

I clenched my fists angrily, "Damn bastard... really don't take me." I stomped on the stairs and said good night to Mrs Hudson, "I'm going to sleep."

"John? It's only 8:[-] and it's just getting dark..."

"So what! I can sleep as long as I like! I can't even sleep if he's not at home!!"

I realized that I was rude, and it was too much, I turned my head again at the top of the stairs, calmed down a little, apologized to the landlady in a soft tone, and said, "I'm sorry, Mrs Hudson, I didn't mean it to you, I just... "

"I get it, John, I get it, he always annoys you, but John, what day does he let us worry about? Sometimes I don't get used to it when he doesn't make a fuss, and I don't think he did it on purpose."

"He did it on purpose, he did it on purpose."

"John, think about it calmly, haven't you missed anything?" Mrs Hudson suddenly looked down at me, "It doesn't matter whether you are married for the first time or second, after you have a wife, have you still cared about her? When you are running your marriage and your clinic, have you ever thought about his state and expression when he comes home every day? You have known him for 9 years, but you have not lived here for more than 5 years. Why did he Don’t move? I don’t think my rent is the best in London, but he just likes to guard this place. What do you think he is guarding? Guarding his memories with whom? Who is he waiting for??”

I fell silent, standing in front of the earnest old principal like a kid who broke a vase and caused trouble, I turned my face away and continued to argue, "I also have my own life to live..."

"John, ask yourself, does Sherlock really owe you?"

I shake my head.He explained more than once that he could not help himself in those two years of feigning death.

"That's right, John, of the two of you, you will always be the more mature one. Now I don't think so. I think you are not only stupid, but also very willful. You are more mature than him. Overdo it."

"Am I more over the top than him?"

Shaking her head, Mrs Hudson walked into her kitchen slowly, with a faint voice that I could hardly hear, she murmured, "You guys really have sex in previous lives, so you can't give in to each other. Is it? A couple who should be together from the beginning, but they have been dragged on until today and can't come to an end. Tsk, a good one will go to die, and a good one will get married..." Her voice dropped Yes, the next few sentences are completely inaudible.

I walked into the living room feeling disappointed, sat down on my single sofa, looked at Sherlock's empty sofa, the black leather sofa still had the dent he usually sat on, and I could clearly find him from above Wherever his fingers were, and where his toes were, once he entered the Temple of Thought, he would curl up his knees and curl up on it, sitting like this for hours.

I looked at his sofa, very sad, almost out of breath, no wonder he removed my sofa as soon as my front foot moved, seeing things and thinking about others is a very tormenting torture.

I took off my coat in the room, and slammed my body onto his mattress, face down, and bumped twice. I stroked the sheets that left traces of his sleep, and kept thinking about what the landlady said. Meaning, Sherlock and I were supposed to be together in the first place?

Ah... is that so?

I remembered that 9 years ago, I moved here to live with him, and I started a daily life full of disasters and wars. Later, I got started with this thrilling daily life. I can’t finish talking about the great achievements of my brush with death in three days. My blog was so well-regarded that I started to get carried away, and time and time again I felt like Sherlock was so dependent on me that I couldn't solve the case without me.

I turned over on the bed, spread it out in a big font, stared at the ceiling, and the wall lamp was dimly lit. I recalled that the relationship between me and him developed to the point of being gluey during the first year of living together. In the tense moment when we were ambiguous enough to be on the same line, everyone made me and him a pair. I didn't take him seriously at that time, and I was full of accusations for his annoying and weird style, but I would like to Die for him, it's true.

At that time, I always felt that being willing to die for him did not necessarily mean that I fell in love with him. We are best friends, very close and have a good understanding. I will come up with something tricky in advance, because I can't resist him, I can't resist him at all, even if he takes the initiative once, I will fall.But he didn't have a chance, and by the time he had a chance, I had already embarked on another track hand in hand with another woman.

What would have happened if I hadn't been so desperate at that time and still insisted on the fantasy that he wasn't dead, and waited two more years for him?The story must not have turned into the mess it is today.

But Sherlock said it's not too late, I'm here, he's here, and I agree with him, as long as we start now, then it's not too late.

I took out my phone and looked at the screen without a single missed call. I felt so lonely.I remembered that since we have known each other for so long, I haven't called him a few times. He has always called me, and the content of the phone calls every time is strange.

"John, I'm in the warehouse on East Avenue, please send me a pair of scissors, I seem to have been kidnapped."

"John, don't ask why, come here, get your gun."

"John, come to the apartment and text me."

"John packed his bags and traveled for three days and two nights."

Every time I receive these calls that urgently need me, I have to complain that he disrupted my planned life rhythm. London appeared before him.

I'm really surprised, Mrs Hudson is right, I am such a willful and difficult human being, for a long time, Sherlock can pamper and tolerate me so much.

I awkwardly pressed the call button and put the phone to my ear.

The other party picked up after ringing twice.

I stuttered nervously, God, I'm like a high school student talking on the phone with a crush for the first time, I curled up sideways in the quilt, tugging at the corner of the quilt, "Sher...Sherlock..."

Sherlock was on the other end of the phone listening calmly to my uneasy calling of his name.

After a few seconds, he said calmly, "John, that's not a vampire. The client's daughter, who was under one year old, was poisoned. His wife was in a hurry, and her mouth was full of blood in order to suck the poison out. I deduce that she might be framed by someone. In the past two days, there are very dangerous people around her. I have to rush here as fast as I can to protect her. I have something to deal with later, so I can't answer your calls... …" Sherlock paused, "I'll call you back tomorrow morning, why did you go out to drink."

"How do you know I drink...well...you know everything."

"Well, I can hear it, your breathing."

I stuck my phone close to me, and was quiet for a long time, then said, "Then I fell asleep."

Sherlock snorted coldly, "You still automatically and consciously lay down on my bed."

"Hey, I've been sleeping on the sofa for four days, and now my back hurts, asshole."

Sherlock was listening to me quietly over there, and then I heard him sigh very lightly, and he said hoarsely: "John, I didn't sleep well in those four days. I'm used to you in my arms snoring."

My heart suddenly tensed and then relaxed, hitting my chest violently, almost vomited it out of my throat, I muttered: "Good night then."

"Good night, John."

I hung up this hot phone call, he obviously didn't say anything nasty, but it made me have a fever all over, I rolled around under the covers, sobbing shyly, oh my god, me and him Sleeping together for a few days, two weeks at most, how could he get used to it so quickly, I haven't even gotten used to it yet.

The next day I woke up at ten o'clock in the morning, and I turned over to squat for a while, with a little hangover headache, and suddenly my phone rang, and I answered the phone, "Oh, Holmes , you are really on time."

"I'm going to delay my return, for three days or a week," Sherlock said bluntly on the other end.

"I'll buy a ticket to go there in the afternoon."

Sherlock fell silent for a moment, then said, "No, please don't come over, your presence will ruin my plans."

I'm speechless, there are always a few cases that Sherlock can't take me, I sighed out of boredom.

Sherlock continued, "John, it would be great if you could go to the British Library and help me find someone to look up a copy of the Naval Archives."

I suddenly became excited, "Okay Sherlock, I'll be there in fifteen minutes!"

"Ah..." Sherlock let out a sarcasm, "I hope you're not busy."

"Hmph!" I couldn't bear it anymore and sat up from the bed, and smashed the quilt with my fist, "Don't pick on me anymore, is this the attitude of asking others to do things?"

Sherlock lowered his cocky tone a bit, he couldn't help but laugh at people, especially me, but he seemed to hold back now, "Well John, I'm trying to liven up the awkward atmosphere between you and me .”

"Come on."

"Goodbye then..."

"Sherlock..." I called him quickly before he hung up, "how did you sleep last night?"

Sherlock smiled. "I'll talk about it when I get back, John dear." He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then added over the phone, "Maybe I can call you baby?"

"Oh my God." I covered my eyes, unable to bear it, "This is weird, Sherlock."

"That's it..."

"But it's good." I held up my phone shyly and smiled, "When you come back...demonstrate calling me like this in front of me once, and see what effect it will have."

I hung up the phone with a smirk, and then realized that the reflection in the pier mirror was really stupid, I immediately restrained my expression, became serious, patted my face with my palm to try to wake up, went into the bathroom to clean up, I have to go out to run errands.

After meeting with the mysterious person in the library, I got a lot of inside information about the navy that I don’t know. I’m a mere civilian. Knowing so many things that I shouldn’t know is easy to get into trouble. I just got it from Mycroft. Some of the rare news about me was enough for me to be targeted by international killers. Fortunately, I was honest and kept my mouth shut, so I have lived until now.

"It's unbelievable that the Royal Navy used to be a pirate." I sat in the coffee room with Lestrade reading the day's post next to me.

He raised his head in surprise: "Are you kidding, where did you know about this? Don't tell me too much, I don't want to die, at least I can't die today, I promised my child to go home for dinner."

I immediately stopped my topic, "Sorry, I said too much."

"Where did the Destroyer from your apartment go? I haven't seen him in days." Lestrade asked me casually.

"Going to the countryside to catch ghosts."

"Ha, another strange case, he never takes normal cases, doesn't he, looking for kittens and everything is Scotland Yard's business, but I'm not used to the days without Sherlock nagging .”

I looked at Lestrade for a long time before admitting, "I can't get used to not having him walking next to me scaring passers-by, I can't get used to not having someone pour acid or something on the living room rug and I clean it up, I can't get used to either Not seeing him drink the nauseous chemical, and then I have to give him first aid, and without him, I'm kind of stuck all day."

Lestrade shook the newspaper and said, "Are you now determined not to date another woman?"

I silently drank the coffee in my cup.

Lestrade put down the newspaper, leaned forward, and looked at me, "I see that you know each other, he has never mentioned you for a day, but from my standpoint, he is insulated from such things as being in love, and besides, he is a Asexual through and through, Holmes is absolutely asexual."

I glared at him, "What the hell are you trying to say?"

Lestrade smiled secretly, "Tell me, doctor, I don't want to know about the dirty business of the Royal Navy, I want to know where you guys are going..."

I stood up and put the money on the table, "I'm going back to the apartment."

"You have nothing to do when you go back to 221B, why don't you sit for a while?"

I couldn't bear Lestrade's scrutiny of my prisoner, and I said goodbye to him briefly, not giving him a chance to gossip about my love life.

Before I left, Lestrade said with a smile: "Don't try to hide it doctor, the whole world recognizes that you and Sherlock are a couple, and it's only natural for you to be together."

"I'm not fucking trying to hide it!" I yelled at him.

"Why are you so angry?" Lestrade was frightened by me and covered his chest with the newspaper, keeping his head behind the newspaper.

"Damn it! I'm not angry!" I rushed out of the coffee room and walked all the way in the direction of the apartment. I don't know how long I have to fight with my ego before I am willing to admit in front of others that Sherlock is really important to me. .

Very important.

Maybe one day I can honestly say in front of everyone as if nothing had happened, yes, Sherlock is my other half, my next life belongs to him, and I want to be with him forever.

I walked back to the apartment, opened the door, and a group of porters came down the stairs. I blinked, confused by the motives of these people, and Mrs Hudson reminded me next to me: "Go to the third floor and have a look."

After the porters had left, I took off my coat, walked up to the third floor alone, stretched out my hand, and slowly pushed open the door of my small bedroom. The wind poured in from the gap in the light yellow curtains, and the afternoon sun On the lake blue wallpaper, I stared dumbfounded at a brand new emerald green crib, and a double-layer wooden bed beside it. The floor was covered with a soft white carpet, and there was a lovely hanging hanging from the ceiling. Wind chime, I gasped at the door, my heart was beating non-stop, I was like a fool who had strayed into a fairyland by mistake, I couldn't believe the scene in front of me.

Sherlock was serious.Let my two children live here.

The other party's mobile phone rang within two rings and was connected. I stood in front of the crib looking at a loss. I found that Sherlock is the most amazing person in the world. He always surprises me—and occasionally A little surprise -- well, surprise me often -- a lot of surprises.

He has done many things for me that he could not do, and he has made many exceptions for me, too many to list, and I can't count them on my fingers.

"What are you trying to say?" Sherlock asked me impatiently over there, "Your brain, which you have never used, can no longer support you to speak a complete sentence?"

"Thank you for making me a baby room in 221B."

"I wouldn't lose balance with a few more idiots like you in my ecosystem."

"Also, that..."

"Which one?" Sherlock wanted to hang up the phone.

"That! My God! Damn it! Don't you understand? I'm @#￥% you." I was crazy and wanted to smash my forehead with my phone.

"If you want to apologize to me, you don't have to. I have let you sleep on the sofa for four days."

"What? Apology? That's not an apology! That's not what I want to say! Are you deaf? I @#￥% you." I muttered in a low voice and vaguely.

"I'm hanging up the phone."

"Wait a minute! Sherlock! Don't you understand?"

"The signal is not good, I can't hear you at all."

I squeezed the phone, held it to my mouth, stared at its screen like I was staring at Sherlock's bastard face, and yelled as hard as I could into the microphone, "That's fucking I love you! I I fucking love you!" The next second after I finished speaking, I hung up the phone with a snap.

While waiting for Sherlock to come home for a week, I've been devastated.Every 5 minutes I want to impulsively set off to find him.

Go to him immediately and give him a hug.

No, I have to wait for him at home stupidly, I sat at the desk, put my chin in my hands, stared at Sherlock's desk and chair in a daze.My thoughts have always been so simple that heinously, such as I like to communicate with people, such as I will die if I don’t read the newspaper, such as I think that damn Sherlock will never disappear, since he returned, he has been in 221B and never left But I can see him whenever I want.

I lost him once, but I won't lose him again.

Humans and humans are the same, although Sherlock should be classified as non-human, but for me, nothing can replace him.

There are so many humans in the world, I suddenly don't want to see anyone but Sherlock.

The ringtone of the text message brought me back to the real world, and I picked up the phone to read the text messages.

go home tonight.

──SH