[sherlock] Spirit and flesh

I changed into neat and tidy clothes, and in the afternoon I invited him to explore the cold and damp cellar as promised, and I found that the treasure is real, it is an ancient, rich inheritance, during the war years Lost in some corner of the mansion, I pried the box out with a rusty spade from under a certain tile in the cellar.

John couldn't help letting out a gasp when the lid of the box was opened, fascinated by the color of the gemstones and gold.

If he said at that time which gemstone was very beautiful, I would definitely give it to him without knowing it, just like the ashtray in Buckingham Palace, even if he said he wanted the stars in the sky, I would definitely give it to him I will not laugh at him, I will give him all that I can give.

In the evening, we went back to the farmhouse with a feeling of being shocked by wealth. John kept chatting about gold. He said how gold increased its value in the stock market. His words came straight from my left ear like a small train. Passed, and then got out of the right ear, I took off the dusty scarf in the hallway, and then I didn’t eat dinner, I greeted him briefly and said good night, I slipped into my bedroom , locked the door, leaving John outside.

I took off all my clothes in the room, washed my face, put on my nightgown, and fastened my belt. I sat quietly by the head of my bed, touched my fingers and put them on my lips, thinking.

I am thinking about sex.

In fact, I am very clear about the sex procedure between men. I know every step, I understand it very well, I understand it better than those sexology experts. Eighty percent of the crimes are related to sex. Sex is one of my professional fields, but John is not within my control. I have studied him for 9 years, but I still haven't come up with an accurate academic report on John Watson's behavior pattern.

And John was right about one thing.

I do take sex as a challenge, but I'm not the stupid virgin who doesn't understand anything like he imagined, I think, if I have a chance, I must subvert his slander, just like he forced it on me before Those stupid summaries on my body, he blatantly declared that my literary knowledge was zero, which won the laughter of many fans, but I have actually read a lot of literary works, but I seldom use them. corpse, while reciting Alexandre Dumas' poems.

I'm going to subvert him, and sooner or later I'll prove to him how much I know about sex.

I got under the quilt angrily, I didn't want to have dinner with him, I can leave him alone, so can I, hum.

A few more nights and mornings passed.

The bandage on John's head was removed, and he was instructed by me to steal a few letters from the study of the master of the manor. I believe he can do it. With his honest and honest temperament, he is completely able to win the trust of the hostess, and let him be in the manor. Roam among the bookshelves.

And I rushed into the cherry grove of the manor owner and worked all morning. I found several corpses in the soil that had turned into decayed bones. They did not die naturally. Three men and two women were killed 26 years ago and 18 years ago. Years ago and 7 years ago, this made me suspicious. There must be some hidden connection between these corpses. At noon, I reappeared in front of John with a head full of fallen leaves. He and I decided to go to the small restaurant in the town After a pause, John agreed to my proposal.

When we were eating, he kept talking about his thoughts and inferences about ghost people. He has grown up, and he is probably right. He is living more and more vigorously. I smiled at him. Give him a lot of warmth and happiness, but I guarantee that he will never be as happy in front of his wife as he is in front of me.

We drank some wine, took a walk after dinner, and I walked with him by the deserted stream, and I talked about the horrific corpses, each of which was poisoned and buried in the same mud , indicating that the murderer is the same person, but in this way, some doubts are unreasonable. According to my calculation, the identity of the ghost man is at most 30 years old. It is impossible for the prisoner to start living in this mansion 26 years ago. There was a massacre here, so the real culprit I was looking for changed from one to two.

John was tired from walking, so he found a piece of dry grass and sat cross-legged. I curled my knees and squatted beside me. We looked at the sunshine and the stream, and for some reason the conversation turned to my sexuality.

I'm neither straight, nor gay, nor bi, I'm an asexual in an awkward position.

The fact that I'm asexual is just a shabby cap put on by a few nice police officers at Scotland Yard during a drunken chat, and they're meant to describe me as a functionally functioning personality who isn't interested in sex Poor bastard.

I am very different from those guys who are frigid and impotent. According to those stupid police officers, I am a freak who can raise the flag, but I am so unwilling to raise the flag, because my interest is simply Not in that field.

I thought about it carefully, maybe they were right this time

John smiled, "It's just on the surface, but you can't see it. Maybe you should go to the psychological laboratory and fill out some forms for testing."

I taunted him, "You should also fill out a questionnaire to test your sexuality. You may be bisexual. You can be both male and female. Anyone can surprise you."

John glared at me, "That's what you're hoping for, unfortunately, I'm not bisexual, absolutely not, I'm straight through and through."

"It doesn't matter to me, it doesn't matter what you are," I turned to look at him, "whether you're a man, you're a woman, or you're nothing, I like you, John, no matter what you're made of Yes, whoever you are, it has nothing to do with who you are, your status and your gender."

John smiled shyly and said, "Yes, yes, why are you so serious all of a sudden, what's wrong with you recently? You don't speak as coldly as before."

"It's probably because London is very warm and warms me up. John, here is different from Serbia, not only because this is my motherland, it's my hometown."

I whispered, "Winter there, if you saw it, you would describe it sensationally as hell, even the stones were covered with a layer of ice, minus 25 degrees, I ran barefoot in the wilderness, I don't have a cell phone, I don't have any outside help, I once had to live in a cave, I couldn't get a haircut for 3 months, I had to sneak into a drug dealer's tent to get a pack of cigarettes, I destroyed several An evil murder organization, but I have been arrested by them no less than ten times. They have a kind of torture, not whipping you, nor other brutal violence. I never mentioned this to you, because I was afraid you would listen Sad, but I want to say now, it's a bit like coquetry, no matter how you define it, John, they grabbed me in a wooden box, buried me in the ground, left only a pipe to keep me alive, and then left me alone. I stayed in the dark for more than 60 hours, and I was very close to death at that moment. The box was buried deep in the mud and there was no light. The ants and insects passed by my skin, and I almost starved to death. I was dying, my heart almost stopped beating, and at this moment, I saw a face in the endless darkness."

John frowned.

"That's not the face of God, nor the face of death. It's a very ordinary, very ordinary face. He is an ordinary person, without a proud figure or outstanding appearance. If he is thrown into the sea of ​​people, he will blend in with the background if he is not careful. I can't find it again, but when I saw this face at that time, I firmly believed that I would survive, because I knew that there was someone on this earth waiting for me to go back. When I think of this vast and boundless world, In those ruthless steel forests, there is a fool who will always miss me. Whether I am dead or alive, I exist in his heart. My name seems to be burned on his heart. When I think of this, no matter what In the harsh environment, I can do my best to survive. Do you know who that person is?"

John sat next to me without saying a word.

"I came back later and he got married."

"Oh my god..." John turned away as if he couldn't bear it.

I grabbed his chin, not allowing him to escape, I let him look me directly, "I never blamed you, never complained, I can't give you family and marriage, you should have a family, and you should also look at you A bright future is sailing, you deserve a wife's love, you deserve it, and now, you're alone again, my John, and I'm still here, and I promised I'd always be, and I'll do it Come, but why you still can't accept me?"

"Sherlock, stop talking." He stretched out his hands and hugged me tightly, he patted my back, put his hands in my hair, he hugged me gently as if he had never hugged me before, the truth He has hugged me many times in the past, and each time is precious.

What happened next was beyond my expectation. He hugged my face and pressed his lips on mine. That moment happened so quickly, I felt that he didn't kiss me.

John put his arms down, still sitting there cross-legged, he said lazily, "Every word you say hits me like a whip, Sherlock, don't do this to me again, I'm married, but you don't even think about it , I lost you in those two years, how did I survive."

I'm still immersed in the action just now, I don't know if it's a kiss, a complete kiss is not like this, I secretly complained that he moved too fast, this is the first kiss between me and him, but it ended so hastily , I murmured, "You found a substitute who is very similar to my personality..."

John looked like he wanted to punch someone again, "I told you, she wasn't..."

"Well, she is not, and neither is the wife behind you. They are all your heart and soul, your darling, and the love of your life."

I snorted.

We stared quietly at the boring stream and sunlight for a while longer, John was defeated, he softened, "Well, Sherlock, you know who the love of my life is! Damn it! You win!"

My anger dissipated immediately, and I smiled at him, but I was still a little unwilling, the hasty and short kiss was too unwilling, and I didn't even have time to feel the touch of his lips.

I supported my body on my arms and brought my cheeks closer. John just kept looking at me. Then he lowered his eyelids and focused his eyes on my lips. I took his gesture as a sign of permission. Holding his chin with one hand, I gently swept his lips with my lips, and then rubbed him deeply.

I closed my eyes and it was a real kiss.

I licked his upper and lower lips with my tongue, John was ready to meet me, he opened his mouth, I stuck my tongue in, the temperature in his mouth was very high, this was my first feeling, I went on Leaning my body, I knelt on the grass, beside him, and tightened my arms around him. At this moment, I heard the slight sound of my tongue being entangled with his. The sound of kissing made me feel very happy Electricity, I found John shaking in my arms as well.

The taste in his mouth is unnaturally good, the wine we've tasted together and what else, I think, is the smell of John, and it's John I'm kissing wetly.

He refused before, but now he will.

I kissed him deeply, if I could, I would spend the whole afternoon and the whole night like this, until one of us died first.

He groaned.

I bit his lips with my teeth, then wrapped them around his soft lips again, and ran my tongue across his palate, and John moaned again, the sound that can only be made in a kiss, a bit like a muffled whimper , I am happy to chase his melodious and subtle voices, and I am even more happy to explore where his mysterious tremors come from from time to time. He grabbed my coat coat, and then I pressed him under me, John spread his thighs bear my weight.

I kissed him intimately in the fallen leaves and grass. The stream, the sun, and the woods all became beautiful, shining around us, and every leaf was refracting the light. I kind of want to say that I love him.

I kiss his wonderful chin, nibble on his neck, I put his earlobe in my mouth and get a nice jiggle, I stick my tongue in his ear socket and get him wet inside, John hugs Tightening my shoulders, panting with pleasure, this encouraged me, I stuck out my tongue and licked his neck, in exchange for his subtle moan, I left a distinct hickey on his Adam's apple, then bowed my head Gazing at his expression, John opened his eyes and looked at me as well.

I've been waiting for a kiss like this for a long time.

Holding him like this could only appear in my dreams before, and suddenly there was a strong throbbing in my heart, I could enjoy him like this many years ago, why did I just miss him and let him be in my heart Slipping through my fingers, what happened in the middle, I feel that I am a bit self-inflicted, I should cherish him more than I can cherish, but I abused him severely with a feigned death.

He came back with revenge, I swear, my heartache will not be lost to him, I left alone at his first wedding, at that moment I felt extremely lonely, I was always lonely, and then his appearance ended My loneliness, I can't lose him anymore, can't.

John smiled warmly, "Not bad, your skills."

I responded to him contentedly, "Thank you, you are not bad either."

"You're welcome."

Then I pulled him up from the grass, took him by the hand and walked through the woods for a while, then went back to the manor and continued to work on my case.

I gotta say, those two rounds of tongue-kissing in the woods lasted me a long time.

I'm so motivated, my whole body is so uplifted and energized, if my brother sees me like this he'll have to grab me for a blood test to see if I'm back on drugs, and if that's the case I'll have to be honest Tell that jerk that John is more seductive than cocaine.

My efficiency in solving crimes has improved by leaps and bounds. My brain is working faster than before. I am a bit like a resurrection. When I confronted the ghost man, I had no fear. He almost pushed me off the tower. I avoided it by luck, and it was him who fell. After a scream, there was a burst of skull cracking. I stood in the doorway of the tower and peeked out. John was frightened and stupid under the tower, but he was still brave and invincible He ran to the side of the ghost man, knelt down and put his finger on his carotid artery, testing his signs of life.

He looked up and waved at me, "Dead!" he yelled.

I smiled at him, and then my back was pushed hard, and I flew out, and John's call sounded in my ear, and he called my name in panic, "Sherlock! "

My eyes went dark and my forehead hit the hard surface.

Then I quickly regained my sight, and I firmly grasped the edge of the door opening. My face was in a burning pain, which was the pain from the rough stone bricks outside the tower. I raised my head, and my client stood eerie. In the doorway, the soles of his shoes are crushing my fingers.

The 5 corpses under the cherry tree are his masterpiece. Of course, I only found out about it two hours ago before giving him a chance to attack me. He asked me to find the ghost man who tried to murder him and the priceless treasure. He didn't entrust me to dig out the secrets of those corpses, I just did it conveniently.

Sure enough, I caused a fatal disaster, and my John will definitely blame me for being cheap.

Two piercing gunshots echoed in the starless night sky. I saw two black blood flowers appear on the chest of the client. Then he lay back and disappeared from my sight. He might have rolled down the stairs. , I don't want to miss him anymore, because I am also a little busy, I stretched out my other hand, and grabbed another protruding stone brick vigorously, I felt that my arm was numb, and I almost fell down.

"Sherlock...damn it! You wait for me!" John sprinted up clutching his revolver.

My fingers began to loosen, and my body slid down inch by inch.

I persisted for more than 3 minutes before I waited for him. When he grabbed my arm, I couldn’t even use my strength. I was dragged in by him, kneeling on the ground, gasping for the rest of my life, the feeling of joy of escaping death. It's indescribable, the blood rushes through my body, I survived!I got the truth!I got the answer!I also got...a bizarre kiss.

John hugged my face, and kissed my lips twice, "Damn, what if you really fall! You can't bear it, and you will fight the murderer face to face when I come!"

I looked at him with a smile, "What did you do just now?"

He said, "Damn it, my heart was almost knocked out by you!"

"I asked what you did to me just now?"

"I kiss you."

"Why John? You didn't reward me like this before when I closed a case?"

John knelt in front of me, his face shrouded in a thin night mist, I am not sure if my description is appropriate for him, I am not a blogger, I only speak the truth in front of him , "You look so beautiful John."

"Yeah...thanks...wait a minute, what?" He was surprised, I usually say he's brave, decisive, good marksmanship or something, I never said that about him, John was stunned, " Are you fucking kidding me?"

I just smiled at his shy expression and didn't answer.

I stood up on top of him, and he helped me go downstairs step by step. We avoided the poor guy whose brains splattered and was shot twice in the chest. I looked at my client who was resting in peace. , I thought who should I ask for my reward, but his box of treasures should be worth my mental damage fee.

John will be able to live a little extravagantly this Christmas. I can buy John a means of transportation, and I can take him on a trip around the world. We can go to Japan to experience the volcanic hot springs there.

After listening to my thoughts, he hit my head and said that I was not doing my job properly. We walked out of the tower slowly, and the moon, who was covering his face in the dark clouds to avoid the tragedy, was finally willing to show his face.