Detective Sherlock

The calm Sherlock nodded, and continued: "Yes, I received an anonymous letter, which said that if I go to the police station and say anything related to Lyle, a killer will be sent to kill me. "

Sherlock snorted coldly: "Your boss, Michael, killed Lisa, and then planted it on Lyle."

Jack nodded: "I was in the company later, when I helped Lisa and Lyle pack their things, I found Lisa's diary in the office. From the records in the diary, I thought it was Michael's boss. But I didn't I know how he did it." Jack continued with a heavy tone, "I remember the day before Lisa died, I went drinking with Boss Michael and Lyle. Michael borrowed my mobile phone and made a call. Then Lyle was drunk by Michael's boss and almost passed out, so I wanted to leave early and made an excuse to go home. At that time, the time displayed on the phone was exactly 9 o'clock, and then we left. I sent Lyle back to his own home."

"Go on." Sherlock closed his eyes and listened to Jack's narration.

"The next day, the same boss, Michael, asked us both to drink. Lyle was drunk again by the boss. I wanted to send Lyle home first, but Michael said that he had agreed with Lyle to go somewhere else. , told me to go home first. I will go home first." Jack sighed when he said this.

"I didn't expect Lyle to be arrested the next day as the murderer." Jack touched the sweat on his forehead after finishing speaking.

After being silent for a while, Sherlock opened his eyes and said, "But Lisa actually died at 9 o'clock in the evening on the first day." Sherlock stood up and walked in front of Jack and said, "According to what you said, at that time Michael was with you."

"Yes." Jack looked at Sherlock's bright eyes as if they were about to see through him and nodded.

"..." Sherlock held his temples with both hands, thinking quietly.

Jack saw Sherlock standing in front of him like a wooden man without any reaction, so he tentatively asked in a low voice, "Mr. Sherlock?"

"Shh..." John made a silent gesture, telling Jack not to speak.

John walked up to Jack and whispered, "He's thinking."

Jack looked at Sherlock's profile and nodded slowly.Asked John, "Can I go?"

John looked at the clock on the wall. It was just close to 9 o'clock. Although it was not too late, it was too late for Jack.John said: "It's almost 9 o'clock, you go back first, if there is anything else, I will contact you by mobile phone tomorrow, then..."

"Wait!" Sherlock suddenly interrupted John loudly, "What did you just say?"

John froze for a moment and said, "It's almost 9 o'clock."

Sherlock waved his hand and said, "That's not it!"

"Call back tomorrow." John's tone was a little uncertain.

Sherlock suddenly shouted in surprise: "That's right! Mobile phone! It's a mobile phone!"

Sherlock stood in front of Jack with great spirits and asked, "You just said that Michael used your mobile phone, right?"

"Yes." Jack nodded blankly before he could keep up with Sherlock's thinking.

Sherlock stared into Jack's eyes and said, "After Lyle was arrested and imprisoned, did you find that the time on your mobile phone was running fast?"

Jack thought about it for a while and said, "You said it this way, I found out that the time on the phone was half an hour later, and I thought the phone was broken." Jack frowned and asked, "Does this have anything to do with the case?"

"Michael used your mobile phone to create an alibi. After he separated from you on the first day, he went to Lisa's house and killed Lisa. Then the next day Jean lied that he was with Lyle, in fact, to let The waiter at the bar sent Lyle back to Lisa's house, and then let the waiter find Lisa's body, and then planted it on Lyle." Sherlock quickly spit out all his reasoning like a machine gun.

John applauded: "It's amazing!"

Sherlock raised the corners of his mouth lightly, and said to Jack, "Okay, now you can go back."

Jack stood up and bowed to Sherlock, "Mr. Sherlock, thank you for your justice for Lyle."

The slight arc at the corner of Sherlock's mouth has not disappeared, Sherlock said lightly: "I only got involved in this case for my friend's wife, don't thank me."

Jack glanced at Sherlock, turned around and said, "Then, I hope you won't leave regrets and remorse for yourself like I did." After Jack finished speaking, he closed the door and left.

John looked at Sherlock who was still in place and asked, "Sherlock? You mean you are for Mary?"

Sherlock turned around, faced John, fixed his eyes on John's face and said: "Yes." That look seemed to surround John completely, Sherlock walked up to John, and hooked John with his index finger His chin said: "But not all of them."

John could see his astonished face in Sherlock's eyes, John looked into Sherlock's eyes and felt that Sherlock was abnormal tonight.

The taxi stopped in front of a residential house, and Sherlock went straight to the door and rang the bell.

"Here we come!" The voice from the door seemed to be the hostess.

After the door opened, Sherlock saw the hostess who was slightly fat because of her upright middle age, but judging from the outline of her face, she should have been a beauty when she was young.Sherlock raised the corner of his mouth politely and said, "Is Jack at home?"

The hostess frowned impatiently because of the noise of the children in the room, and shouted into the room: "Be quiet, Lyle!"

Sherlock froze for a moment when he heard this, and then through the gap in the head of the hostess, he saw a dark-skinned little boy sitting on the carpet in the living room playing with toys.When the hostess turned her head, Sherlock immediately withdrew his gaze from looking into the room, and refocused his eyes on the hostess's face.

The hostess looked Sherlock up and down, and asked vigilantly, "Why are you looking for Jack?"

Sherlock clenched his hand into a fist, put it under his nose, cleared his throat, and said, "Uh... I'm Jack's old friend, and I happened to be here on a business trip today, so I came to see him."

The vigilance of the hostess was still not shaken by Sherlock's words. The hostess put her arms around her chest and asked, "May I ask your name?"

Sherlock smiled faintly, "I am Sherlock Holmes."

After listening, the hostess asked after thinking for a moment, "Sherlock Holmes? Why haven't I heard him mention it?"

Sherlock waved his index finger in the air and explained: "Oh! We are young, but we separated for some reason when we were very young. He probably won't recognize me now."

After hearing this, the hostess spread her hands and said, "He's not at home at this time, come back in a few days."

"That's such a pity, I may have to leave London tomorrow." Sherlock looked disappointed.

Seeing Sherlock's expression, the hostess seemed to relax her vigilance, and said with a gentle face: "You can call him to catch up."

Hearing this, Sherlock immediately put his forehead on his forehead and sighed: "Oh! I'm very sorry, my mobile phone was stolen yesterday, and I don't even have Jack's mobile phone number. Can you tell me Jack's phone number again? ?”

When the hostess entered the room to get Sherlock's business card, she didn't see the smile on the corner of Sherlock's mouth because of the success of the trick.

Sherlock sincerely took the business card handed over by the hostess, and expressed his gratitude: "Thank you."

Sherlock put the business card he had received into his pocket and left the house.

After Sherlock returned to his apartment on Baker Street, he took out his business card and sent a text message to the number on it.

"Is your son's name Lyle because of your own guilt?"

After Sherlock sent the text message, he put his phone on the table, stared at the clock on the wall, and waited for a reply.

"Who are you?" The other party's response clearly revealed that he knew the truth.

"If you want to know, come to apartment 8B Baker Street at 221 o'clock tonight." After sending the text message, Sherlock put the phone back in his pocket and went out to the hospital.

After Sherlock arrived at the hospital, he saw John sitting on a bench thinking about something in front of the baby nursery.

After Sherlock sat down next to John, he asked, "Little Sherlock, how is it?"

John turned his face to look at Sherlock, and said in an angry tone, "His name is not Sherlock!"

Sherlock shrugged, "Okay. You haven't named him yet?"

John didn't speak, but rested his forehead with his palm, and rubbed his temples on both sides with his thumb and middle finger, looking a little tired.

Sherlock watched John's series of actions, and said lightly: "John, you are angry."

John pursed his lips downward, closed his eyes hard and then opened them: "I didn't."

"You're just angry." Sherlock pulled the corners of his mouth down with both hands, imitating John's anger.

"You, are you a child?" John rolled his eyes helplessly.

"No. I'm just proving that you're really angry." Sherlock lowered his hand and looked into John's eyes.

After John let out a long breath, he put his arms around his chest and said, "Okay, I'm angry. Sherlock, what do you want to tell me?"

Sherlock blinked, pursed his lips and said with a shallow smile: "No."

John didn't expect Sherlock's answer to be like this, and he slumped on the chair in frustration.

Seeing John's reaction, Sherlock raised a beautiful arc at the corner of his mouth. Sherlock patted John's shoulder, leaned close to John's ear and whispered: "Go back to the apartment early. You will know everything in the evening."

John was a little embarrassed because of Sherlock's intimate actions. He always felt that when Sherlock spoke, the warm breath was itchy on his side face, and the air was sucked into his body through his nose, which even made his heart feel a little itchy.Although John is very calm on the surface.But John lowered his head and coughed twice: "Understood."

Looking at John's reaction, Sherlock knew that he was a little embarrassed, so he moved closer mischievously, pressed his thin lips against John's ear and said, "Don't be late at 8 o'clock in the evening."

Slightly cool lips, deep voice, and warm breath all transmit sensations to the brain through the pinnae, and then the brain transmits the feeling of itching to all parts of the body.

John shivered reflexively and said, "I know."

"Okay, then I'll go back first, take a good look at little Sherlock." After saying that, Sherlock stood up and left.

John looked at the figure of Sherlock waving goodbye to him with his back to him, and a mess of emotions came to his heart. Just now... what happened to him?

At 7:55 in the evening, Sherlock and John sat on the sofa and stared at each other silently.

John looked at his watch and asked Sherlock, "Are we waiting for food?"

Sherlock glanced lazily at the clock on the wall, focusing on John, "Yes, an important dish."

"Okay, it's almost 8 o'clock, why is there still no one?" John tapped the sofa with his fingers in sequence with his right hand.

Sherlock closed his eyes and made a silence gesture, then suddenly opened his eyes and said, "He's coming!"

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Just as John opened the door, there was a black man in a suit and leather shoes standing in front of the door. The young man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and thick lips that matched those of sausages.Typical black image.

John politely extended his hand to the room and said, "Please come in."

"Thank you." Jack nodded slightly.

"Jack! Long time no see!" After seeing Jack entering the room, Sherlock stepped forward and gave Jack a hug.

Seeing the scene in front of him, John frowned suspiciously. Although he didn't know what was going on, John still decided not to interrupt the conversation between the two, and continued to observe.

"Who are you?" Jack was confused by the sudden hug and Sherlock who didn't know him at all.

"I'm Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock sat back on the sofa, and stretched out his hand to signal Jack to sit on the wooden chair that had been placed earlier.

Jack sat on the wooden chair and looked at Sherlock carefully, then asked, "Are you the famous detective Sherlock?"

"Yes. I'm glad you can call me that." Sherlock nodded politely.

Jack withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and said, "Then you should know everything."

"Well... almost. But I still need to figure out one thing." Sherlock tilted his head and said to John: "John, go and turn on the tape player on my desk."

John didn't know what medicine was sold in Sherlock's gourd, so he walked to the table with his mouth curled up, and pressed the tape player.

With a "click", the tape player started to run, and Jack's hand on his thigh suddenly grabbed his trousers, listening to the sound coming from the tape with all his attention.

A deep male voice sounded: "Lyle, I know you didn't kill Lisa, but there's nothing I can do..."

Jack's face was obviously not as calm as when he first came in, Sherlock raised his hand to John and said, "Okay, stop."

John hesitantly pressed the stop button, Sherlock looked at Jack's flustered expression due to nervousness and fear, and said lightly: "The person speaking in this tape is you, isn't it, Jack?"

Jack was obviously not mentally prepared for such a straightforward question, Jack kept silent and just sat quietly on the chair.

"Don't worry, I won't send this tape to the police station." Sherlock began to dispel Jack's psychological barriers.

After listening to Jack, he slowly raised his head to look at Sherlock and asked weakly, "You mean what you say?"

John interjected with a smile, "Of course."

Jack glanced at John, adjusted his breathing, and then began to tell what happened that day.

"That night, that is, the afternoon when Lisa was found, Lyle came to my house to question me about what happened to him after he was drunk that day. At that time, Lyle felt that he was framed by someone, and I knew that Lyle would definitely not commit murder. evil deeds, but..." Jack said, his voice was a little choked up.

Listening to Jack's choked up narration, Sherlock continued, "But you were threatened not to say anything."

Jack looked up at the calm Sherlock, nodded, and continued: "Yes, I received an anonymous letter, which said that if I go to the police station and say anything about Lyle, I will Hitman will be sent to kill me."

Sherlock snorted coldly: "Your boss, Michael, killed Lisa, and then planted it on Lyle."

Jack nodded: "I was in the company later, when I helped Lisa and Lyle pack their things, I found Lisa's diary in the office. From the records in the diary, I thought it was Michael's boss. But I didn't I know how he did it." Jack continued with a heavy tone, "I remember the day before Lisa died, I went drinking with Boss Michael and Lyle. Michael borrowed my mobile phone and made a call. Then Lyle was drunk by Michael's boss and almost passed out, so I wanted to leave early and made an excuse to go home. At that time, the time displayed on the phone was exactly 9 o'clock, and then we left. I sent Lyle back to his own home."

"Go on." Sherlock closed his eyes and listened to Jack's narration.

"The next day, the same boss, Michael, asked us both to drink. Lyle was drunk again by the boss. I wanted to send Lyle home first, but Michael said that he had agreed with Lyle to go somewhere else. , told me to go home first. I will go home first." Jack sighed when he said this.

"I didn't expect Lyle to be arrested the next day as the murderer." Jack touched the sweat on his forehead after finishing speaking.

After being silent for a while, Sherlock opened his eyes and said, "But Lisa actually died at 9 o'clock in the evening on the first day." Sherlock stood up and walked in front of Jack and said, "According to what you said, at that time Michael was with you."

"Yes." Jack looked at Sherlock's bright eyes as if they were about to see through him and nodded.

"..." Sherlock held his temples with both hands, thinking quietly.

Jack saw Sherlock standing in front of him like a wooden man without any reaction, so he tentatively asked in a low voice, "Mr. Sherlock?"

"Shh..." John made a silent gesture, telling Jack not to speak.

John walked up to Jack and whispered, "He's thinking."

Jack looked at Sherlock's profile and nodded slowly.Asked John, "Can I go?"

John looked at the clock on the wall. It was just close to 9 o'clock. Although it was not too late, it was too late for Jack.John said: "It's almost 9 o'clock, you go back first, if there is anything else, I will contact you by mobile phone tomorrow, then..."

"Wait!" Sherlock suddenly interrupted John loudly, "What did you just say?"

John froze for a moment and said, "It's almost 9 o'clock."

Sherlock waved his hand and said, "That's not it!"

"Call back tomorrow." John's tone was a little uncertain.

Sherlock suddenly shouted in surprise: "That's right! Mobile phone! It's a mobile phone!"

Sherlock stood in front of Jack with great spirits and asked, "You just said that Michael used your mobile phone, right?"

"Yes." Jack nodded blankly before he could keep up with Sherlock's thinking.

Sherlock stared into Jack's eyes and said, "After Lyle was arrested and imprisoned, did you find that the time on your mobile phone was running fast?"

Jack thought about it for a while and said, "You said it this way, I found out that the time on the phone was half an hour later, and I thought the phone was broken." Jack frowned and asked, "Does this have anything to do with the case?"

"Michael used your mobile phone to create an alibi. After he separated from you on the first day, he went to Lisa's house and killed Lisa. Then the next day Jean lied that he was with Lyle, in fact, to let The waiter at the bar sent Lyle back to Lisa's house, and then let the waiter find Lisa's body, and then planted it on Lyle." Sherlock quickly spit out all his reasoning like a machine gun.

John applauded: "It's amazing!"

Sherlock raised the corners of his mouth lightly, and said to Jack, "Okay, now you can go back."

Jack stood up and bowed to Sherlock, "Mr. Sherlock, thank you for your justice for Lyle."

The slight arc at the corner of Sherlock's mouth has not disappeared, Sherlock said lightly: "I only got involved in this case for my friend's wife, don't thank me."

Jack glanced at Sherlock, turned around and said, "Then, I hope you won't leave regrets and remorse for yourself like I did." After Jack finished speaking, he closed the door and left.

John looked at Sherlock who was still in place and asked, "Sherlock? You mean you are for Mary?"

Sherlock turned around, faced John, fixed his eyes on John's face and said: "Yes." That look seemed to surround John completely, Sherlock walked up to John, and hooked John with his index finger His chin said: "But not all of them."

John could see his astonished face in Sherlock's eyes, John looked into Sherlock's eyes and felt that Sherlock was abnormal tonight.

☆, the truth

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Because of Sherlock's abnormal movements, John asked suspiciously: "Sherlock?"

Sherlock turned around and sat back on the sofa, and said calmly, "I'm investigating this case because Mary died just like that. I think we should find out why."

Seeing that Sherlock had returned to normal, John didn't think much about it. After walking to the sofa opposite Sherlock and sitting down, he asked slowly, "What is the connection between Mary's death and this case ten years ago?" Is it?" John's voice was a little hoarse because of the sadness in his heart.

Sherlock looked at John with his head down, feeling distressed for a while, but Sherlock still decided to tell everything he knew.

"Listen, John." Sherlock tried to keep John's head clear amidst his grief.

John raised his head and looked at Sherlock's serious face, Sherlock pursed his lips, and told all the things he had learned so far: "The case ten years ago involved many people, including Mary, but I still I don't know why Moriarty wanted to kill Mary." Sherlock paused and said, "But I will definitely figure out the connection, trust me."

Hearing this, John looked at Sherlock's sincere and serious face, and smiled slightly: "Have you forgotten that we escaped from the police together and intercepted the bus together? If I don't believe you, I won't believe you from then on." will help you."

Hearing John's answer, Sherlock froze for a moment, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Yeah. You never questioned me."

"So, what does Mary have to do with the case ten years ago?" John brought the topic back.

"Ten years ago, Michael, the dead man we found in the asphalt plant. He had a bad intention for his subordinate Lisa. Here are some diaries she wrote ten years ago." Sherlock took out the folded diary from his pocket. handed John some papers.

John took the paper and opened it to browse.Sherlock continued: "It can be seen from the diary that Michael is greedy for Lisa's beauty. But Lisa, who has been unwilling to give in, finally aroused the anger in Michael's heart, so Michael made a murder plan."

"According to the case information I got from Lestrade, Lisa died at about 9 o'clock in the evening before the body was found. Combined with Jack's narration just now, it is enough to prove that Michael lied about his mobile phone on the first night. There was no battery, so I borrowed Jack's mobile phone to make a call, and actually borrowed it to advance the time of Jack's mobile phone by half an hour, that is to say, the actual time when they separated on the first day was 8:[-]." Sherlock After finishing speaking, he looked at John's frown.

John answered, "Then Michael went to Lisa's house and killed Lisa?"

After Sherlock nodded, he said seriously: "After Michael killed Lisa, he called out Lyle and Jack as usual the next day, and asked them to drink with him. In fact, it was to get Lyle drunk, so that Lyle could be himself So Jack was sent home first, and then Michael asked the waiter to take Lyle back to Lisa's house, so that the waiter found Lisa dead in his house, and Lyle happened to be caught."

John rubbed his chin with his thumb, looked at Sherlock and asked, "Well...but I still don't understand what it has to do with Mary."

"The next thing is to talk about Mary." Sherlock met John's eyes and signaled John to be mentally prepared.

"..." John just looked at Sherlock and blinked.But those eyes seemed to say continue.

"John..." Sherlock asked slowly after considering his words, "Do you remember the day Mary entered the hospital?"

"Of course, that's something I'll never forget." John nodded, clenched his hand into a fist and put it on his pursed lips to conceal his uneasy mood at the moment because of the picture that appeared in his mind.

"After the incident, I went to your new house and found a blue plastic bag hidden by Mary in the bathroom. Inside the plastic bag were the diaries I just showed you and the tapes I just showed Jack." Sherlockton said. After a pause, he said, "That tape should have been secretly recorded by Lyle as evidence when he was looking for Jack. As for those diary papers, according to Jack's narration just now, Jack should have discovered the diary after he discovered it. Tear off the most critical sheets and give them to Lyle, so that Lyle can use the evidence to reverse the case."

After hearing this, John asked suspiciously, "But why does Mary have these evidences?"

Sherlock raised his head and his eyes were firm: "Although the case ten years ago ended perfectly according to the plan, Michael was still worried that Lyle would catch him, so Michael decided to pay for murder. After all, dead people can't speak." Michael contacted Mary's organization, and Mary was assigned the task of killing Lyle." Sherlock continued: "These evidences are the evidence that Mary killed Lyle."

"..." Although John didn't speak, his frowning seemed to still not believe Sherlock's inference.

"I know you don't believe it. After all, ten years ago, there were no files, no records, and even Lyle's death was considered a suicide without a serious inspection." Sherlock said John's doubts at the moment .

John looked up at Sherlock and said, "How did you deduce it?"

"First of all, no one keeps around things that don't concern them. Secondly, if these things can be seen, Mary will not hide them. Finally, you haven't seen the tape, you don't know, the tapes There is something written on the brown tape." Sherlock walked to the table, took out the tape from the tape player, found a pen and gently picked out the end of the tape, then pulled it out and handed it to John .John looked carefully at the light, and there were indeed some fine words written on the tape with an oil-based pen.

John struggled to read the text on the tape intermittently: "I...killed...Lyle...this is...the worst... thing I've ever done..."

After hearing this, Sherlock looked at John's side face with some melancholy and said, "Maybe this is Mary's redemption for herself."

John sighed: "Although Mary has left the organization, she still has some memories that cannot be erased."

"Yes. Mary's past has caused Mary to kill herself, and she can't keep her vow to live with you forever." Sherlock sat back on the sofa and looked at John who was slightly absent-minded.

After being stunned for a while, John suddenly murmured to himself quietly, "It's time for me and Mary's new house to be sold."

Sherlock responded: "If you still live in a new house, you will always feel hurt. Just live with me, and we will raise little Sherlock together."

John met Sherlock's eyes and said, "But before that, I still want to go back to the new house."

Sherlock lowered his head and said with his fingertips facing each other: "Yes. Say goodbye to the past and start a new life."

The two were silent for a while, and John suddenly asked, "Where did you find Mary?"

The image of seeing Mary that day emerged in Sherlock's mind: "I found Mary in the bathroom on the second floor of your new house, when she passed out on the toilet due to excessive blood loss..." Sherlock was still thinking about how to explain the following When it happened, John interrupted in surprise: "What did you say? Mary lost a lot of blood?" John's tone was a bit angry when he said this: "Didn't you say that Mary just passed out?"

"John..." Sherlock avoided John's gaze staring at him, and withdrew his gaze, "I just don't want you to see Mary's miserable state, because it would be too cruel to you."

John stood up abruptly, stood in front of Sherlock and said, "Cruel?"

Sherlock didn't speak, just quietly waiting for the volcano in John's heart to erupt.

John growled at Sherlock: "It's really cruel that you don't let me see her for the last time!" John turned around and kicked the coffee table in front of him.The small round coffee table tilted and fell to the ground in an instant, with a "stab", the glass side of the coffee table was already shattered.

Listening to John's roar, Sherlock suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, and the sound of glass breaking was like the sound of his heart cracking.How hurtful it would be to be accused by the beloved in order to protect the one I love.

"John..." Sherlock stood up slowly, put his hands on John's shoulders and said, "I don't want you to be deeply hurt by Mary's death and revenge for Mary just because you saw Mary's tragedy In the process, the whole person is no longer the John I knew." Sherlock's eyes were as gentle as water, but there was a trace of sadness.

John, who was in a rage, didn't realize that what he had done had hurt Sherlock, and John then asked loudly: "Because of this, you didn't call me in time after you found Mary, and you didn't call me until Mary was sent to the hospital." call, eh?"

Sherlock nodded tremblingly, "Yes."

Seeing Sherlock's actions, John was about to explode, "Sherlock, how could you do this!"

Sherlock could no longer restrain the feeling of grievance in his heart, and raised the decibel: "Because I like you! I don't want you to be hurt! Even this is wrong?"

Sherlock's sudden outburst, John had never seen Sherlock get so angry, and John froze in place, at a loss for what to do.

Seeing that John didn't respond, Sherlock slowly approached John and said, "John, I did this because I like you."

John sobered up a lot at this time, sighed and said, "I see. I'm sorry, I won't blame you anymore."

"No! You don't know!" Sherlock stood in front of John, the height difference forced John to look up slightly at Sherlock who was about to get close to him.

John looked at Sherlock's slightly red eyes whether it was because of anger or grievance, and asked, "Sherlock?"

"John..." Sherlock clasped John's arms with both hands, "The liking I'm talking about is the liking of love..."

John's eyes widened in shock, pupils dilated.After being silent for two seconds, John responded with a smile: "What are you laughing at..." Before the word "word" could be said, it was blocked by Sherlock's cold thin lips.Sherlock felt as if John's soft lips were melting his own.

Sherlock's lips were on John's for a few seconds before they parted, and John froze.Sherlock touched John's tense cheek with his palm, and said with a faint wry smile: "My love for you has always been this way."

John opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.After Sherlock gently stroked John's cheek, he turned and opened the door, leaving John still frozen in place, and left the apartment.

I don't know how long it took for John to recover from what happened just now, his lips seemed to have been taken away by Sherlock, and the cool touch of Sherlock's palm still seemed to remain on his face.

When John came back to his senses, he realized what he was thinking in his heart, rushed out the door, and chased him out.

☆, each other's mind

The author has something to say: I've been a little busy these days, so I'm sorry for posting an update today. . .

But it's my promise not to cheat, haha.

Thank you all for your support, happy eating everyone!

(PS: Sure enough, a writer who has no manuscripts is not a good student! I will definitely change it next time!)

"Sherlock! Sherlock?" John called Sherlock's name and chased downstairs, panting and looking around, but there was no sign of Sherlock on the street.

John returned to the door of the apartment in disappointment, and Mrs. Hudson opened the door and came out.

Mrs. Hudson looked at John's dejected side face and asked worriedly: "Oh! John, what's the matter? Has something happened?"

John turned his face and looked at Mrs. Hudson with a forced smile, "It's nothing, Sherlock ran away in anger."

After hearing this, Mrs. Hudson covered her mouth and smiled, "John, it's okay, it's normal for lovers to fight a little..."

"Love?" John interrupted Mrs. Hudson, staring at Mrs. Hudson with surprise.

Mrs. Hudson explained with a smile: "John, you are really slow." Mrs. Hudson paused, "Sherlock has always guarded by your side, and never approached women. Be your own lover. On the night of your wedding, you don't know how depressed he is..."

After listening to Mrs. Hudson's explanation, John asked seriously facing Mrs. Hudson: "Sherlock left that night while Mary and I were dancing. What happened to him?"

Mrs. Hudson exclaimed, "Oh! John, you really don't care enough about Sherlock, do you?"

"Yes