Detective Sherlock

Yes, I..." When John said this, Sherlock's red eyes just now appeared in his mind, and his heart suddenly choked with pain.

Mrs. Hudson sighed and said, "It's no wonder that Sherlock always watches you silently, and although you regard Sherlock as your most important friend, you haven't treated you the way Sherlock treats you." , always keep Sherlock in your heart?" Mrs. Hudson was a little bit aggrieved for Sherlock.

John said nothing, but waited for Mrs. Hudson to go on.Because John knew that he really owed Sherlock too much, and it was really inappropriate for him to lose his temper with Sherlock just now.

Mrs. Hudson recalled the scene she saw at the time, shook her head and said: "On the night of your wedding, he was alone in the apartment with the lights off. When I went up to see him the next morning, the table The cigarette butts in the ashtray on the bed piled up into a hill, and Sherlock sat motionless on the sofa as if he had lost his soul."

"I..." Hearing this, John felt more and more that what he had done to Sherlock just now was really inappropriate. He had mixed feelings in his heart, and he didn't know where to start.

Mrs. Hudson patted John on the shoulder and comforted: "John, don't blame yourself. Since you can't really like Sherlock, it's also good for him. If you can't love him, but with a kind of love His identity exists in his life, which is not happiness for Sherlock, but a kind of injury."

Hearing this, John felt a dull pain in his heart, raised his head and explained in a panic: "No! To Sherlock..." John suddenly went blank and froze in place.What did I want to say just now?John himself was a little confused.

Mrs. Hudson looked at John who had lowered his head and said nothing more, and said slowly: "At least, you are still by his side. For Sherlock, this is already the best result."

After Mrs. Hudson finished speaking, she turned and closed the door.The last light was lost, and the corridor was suddenly dark. John stood in front of the door, stunned for a while, and then went upstairs.

John pushed open the door and looked around the room. What happened to the two of them just now seemed to be happening before his eyes. John closed the door, sighed heavily, sat down on the sofa, and held his forehead with both hands.The floodgate of memories opened instantly, and bits and pieces of the past with Sherlock flooded into my mind.

At 9:[-] in the evening, after taking a shower at home, Jasmine was concentrating on watching TV when there was a crisp knock on the door.

"Here we come!" Jasmine put down the snacks in her hand, clapped her hands, and went to open the door.

"Sherlock?" Jasmine was a little surprised that Sherlock would appear in front of her door so late.

Sherlock raised his head, and said with difficulty: "Uh... Jasmine, I want to spend the night with you."

Seeing Sherlock's gloomy expression, Jasmine was a little surprised and also a little puzzled.But Jasmine still stepped aside and said, "Okay, come in."

Sherlock walked straight into the room, sat on the sofa, and said nothing.After closing the door, Jasmine went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water for Sherlock.

Jasmine looked at Sherlock's distraught look, and said straight to the point: "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine." After drinking the water, Sherlock put the cup on the coffee table, his expression much calmer.

Jasmine bit her lower lip, summoned up her courage and asked, "You don't look like you have nothing to do."

Hearing this, Sherlock knew that he was still seen through by Jasmine. Sherlock met Jasmine's eyes and sighed, "I had a little argument with John."

After hearing this, Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief, "It's common for friends to quarrel..." Jasmine grabbed the potato chips on the table and put them into her mouth, making a crisp "click", "Why are you arguing?" Jasmine didn't look at Sherlock, looking relaxed.

Sherlock's originally sad mood improved a lot because of Jasmine's natural treatment, but Sherlock still didn't intend to tell the whole thing.Sherlock casually found an excuse and said, "About the child's name."

Jasmine felt that it was unbelievable that the two had an argument because of this reason, so she turned her head in surprise and said, "What did you say?"

Sherlock explained with a serious face: "I want John's child to be named Sherlock H. Watson, but he just doesn't agree."

Jasmine raised her eyebrows and asked, "So you guys started arguing?"

Sherlock nodded seriously, "Yes."

"You guys are really boring." Jasmine gave Sherlock a sideways look.

"I think this is a question worth discussing." Sherlock spread his hands and shrugged.

"Then you guys can continue the discussion tomorrow. I'm not in the mood to listen to your boring stories." Jasmine stood up and stretched her waist. "I'm going to sleep. I'll sleep on the sofa. Good night." After Jasmine finished speaking, she entered to the bedroom.

After watching Jasmine open the bedroom door, Sherlock withdrew his gaze and stared at the TV dully.

"Tomorrow..." Jasmine stood at the door of the bedroom with her back turned to Sherlock and said suddenly, "Go to John and make it clear that even if it's not what you want, you can bear it, right? You're a great detective anyway, and you know how to stay sane Bar?"

Sherlock looked up at Jasmine's back and said nothing, Jasmine turned and closed the bedroom door.

Sherlock froze for a moment, lay down on the sofa, put one hand behind his head, took out his cell phone with the other hand and sent a text message to John, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

John was sitting on the sofa alone, and just about to take out his cell phone to send a text message to Sherlock, the phone's text message rang at the right time.

"I'll spend the night at Jasmine's house tonight, and I'll be back tomorrow morning. SH"

After seeing the text message, John felt relieved a lot. At least, Sherlock was not in any danger.

"I'll wait for you." After John sent the text message, he cleaned up the table in the house that had just been smashed due to the fire, and then took a shower and went to bed.John was lying on the bed, hoping that tomorrow would come soon. After the two met tomorrow, he had something to say, so he had to make it clear to him.

At 7:[-] the next morning, John suddenly opened his eyes and looked at his watch. It was still early, so he got up, dressed, washed, and prepared breakfast.

Shortly before 8 o'clock, Sherlock came back.

Because of the quarrel yesterday, Sherlock still felt a little embarrassed when he saw John, and didn't know how to greet him for a while.

Instead, John greeted with a smile on his face and said, "Good morning, did you sleep well last night?"

"Uh..." Sherlock looked at the bright smile on John's face and said in a daze, "Not bad."

John opened his chair and sat down, and tried to pout at Sherlock: "Let's have breakfast together."

"Hmm." After Sherlock responded in a muffled voice, he also pulled out his chair and sat down facing John.

During the dinner, Sherlock hadn't adjusted his mood yet, just bowed his head to eat without speaking.

"Uh..." John said first, "Sherlock, I..."

Sherlock raised his head upon hearing the sound and looked at John with an extremely serious expression.

John was a little overwhelmed by Sherlock, cleared his throat and said, "Sherlock, I have something to tell you."

Sherlock withdrew his gaze, put down the knife and fork in his hand and said, "I'm listening."

"Sherlock, I know, I owe you too much, even if I live my whole life, I still can't pay it off..." John tightened his hands holding the knife and fork.

Sherlock lowered his eyes, staring at the steak on the plate, and said lightly: "I don't need you to pay it back, and I don't need your feeling of indebtedness."

"I know." John paused, "But there are some things I still want to make clear to you."

Sherlock had a hunch that he didn't want to hear the next words, but Sherlock still wanted to hear all this with his own ears after hearing John's sincere tone.

"I still remember when I saw you for the first time, your simple reasoning shocked me. I have never seen such a smart person like you." John raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Sherlock with tender eyes. "Later, I found out that you are not only proud of your talents, but also defiant. While doing your own way, you are also reckless about the consequences for the pleasure of solving the case."

Sherlock smiled: "Yes, I am such a bad guy."

John didn't answer, but continued on his own: "Sometimes, your shortcomings really give me a headache." John put down the knife and fork, looked up at Sherlock and said, "But the concentration and seriousness of your reasoning , The arrogant and unruly appearance, in my opinion, is like opium, which makes me addicted, and I will never tire of watching it."

Sherlock opened his mouth in surprise, but didn't speak.

"I know, this sounds unlikely, but in fact, it is true." John pursed his lips, and continued, "I lost my temper with you yesterday, and I really shouldn't. I'm sorry."

Sherlock looked at John and said slowly, "John...I..."

John interrupted: "Sherlock, listen to me first." Sherlock shut his mouth and stared at John closely.

"You're right, I really don't know how much you have paid for me, because I have never thought about it carefully." John smiled self-deprecatingly, "The time you faked your death, I felt that the whole world The grayness fell, and I went to see a psychiatrist whom I hadn't seen for a long time, but I couldn't tell her the pain in my heart, because in my heart, I still couldn't believe that you just left my life like this." Speaking of this, John's voice was a little choked up, "Then I moved out of the 221B Baker Street apartment, because, I was afraid, I was afraid that no one would respond after calling your name in the morning, and I was afraid that I would still be in the familiar environment of the apartment I see your figure."

"John..." Hearing John's voice, Sherlock felt a heart-wrenching pain in his heart. Now Sherlock wanted to hold John tightly in front of him, so that the pain in his heart would be wiped away.

"Sherlock..." John continued, "during your absence, I found a familiar feeling in Mary when I was with you, so I want to start a family with her, and then have a lovely baby, give He named him Sherlock, so that every time I call him, it's like you are still by my side." The corners of John's mouth curved slightly, but in Sherlock's view, John's smile made people feel distressed.

"Yesterday, after you expressed your true inner thoughts to me, I thought for a long time before I realized that those previous scenes and thoughts were all related to you." John lowered his head and continued, "Yes, Sherlock, I finally understand why I felt a little strange when I was with you before." John raised his head, looked at Sherlock with clear and firm eyes, and said slowly: "Because——Sherlock, I also like you."

Sherlock's eyes widened when he heard this, with a surprised expression of disbelief.After a long silence, Sherlock finally came to his senses, and asked John back: "You mean, your liking for me is also the liking of love?"

John nodded and repeated his previous words, "Yes, I like you."

Sherlock immediately stood up in ecstasy, because the action was too sudden, he accidentally moved the plate on the table, and there was a "crash", "Are you serious?" Sherlock still couldn't believe it.

Looking at Sherlock's reaction, John couldn't help laughing and said, "I'm serious, I like you, Sherlock."

Sherlock's originally dull eyes were suddenly lit up. Sherlock rushed to John, bent down, held John's face in his hands, and pressed a gentle kiss on John's lips.

I don't know if it's because of the connection between the two of them, the moment their lips touched, both of them felt that the temperature from the other party was so hot that the blood in the whole body was boiling.

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John's lips were like freshly baked bread, delicate and soft, Sherlock involuntarily bit John's lower lip before parting.

"John..." Sherlock raised John's chin, and his eyes were full of John's slightly red face from the kiss.There was a smile on the corner of Sherlock's mouth, and he stretched out his right hand, ready to touch John's face, but unexpectedly, John grabbed his wrist, and Sherlock's eyes flashed a trace of surprise and doubt.

Sherlock's hand froze in the air for a few seconds before letting it go. "What's the matter, John?"

"Wait..." John thought for a while after letting go of Sherlock's hand, "Sherlock, can you sit back on the chair first?"

Seeing John's sudden frown, Sherlock felt a little uneasy, but he sat back on the chair obediently.

"Are you uncomfortable, John?" Sherlock looked at John's suddenly serious face, and asked tentatively, "Or...are you still not used to this?"

Sherlock looked at John who bowed his head and said for a moment, "If you don't get used to it, I can wait for you to get used to it slowly..."

"That's not what I meant..." John interrupted Sherlock before he could finish.

Sherlock was a little puzzled, spread his hands, and asked with a smile: "What's the problem?"

John raised his head, looked at Sherlock and said, "Sherlock, I..." John opened his mouth in confusion, but he didn't know how to speak.

Looking at John, Sherlock suddenly felt that things were not as simple as he thought, and looked suspiciously at John without speaking.

John sighed, with a flash of apology in his eyes, "Sherlock, although I like you, I can't be with you."

"What?" Sherlock felt that he was struck by lightning, and his mind couldn't keep up with the rhythm of thinking for a moment. He opened his eyes wide, stared at John and asked again, "What did you say?"

After John lowered his head and pursed his lips, he looked up at Sherlock, and replied firmly, "Sherlock, I can't be with you."

"Why?" Sherlock felt confused, and asked John loudly: "Didn't you just tell me that you like me too? Could it be that it's all fake?"

"It's not like that, Sherlock." John looked at Sherlock's trembling hands due to excitement, and explained gently, "Although I finally understand that I like you, because of Mary and the child, I still can't be with you."

Hearing John's explanation, Sherlock was stunned, lowered his head, and said in a barely audible voice, "Because you still love Mary?"

When John heard Sherlock's words, his body froze, and after a while, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "Mary's death has caused a lot of shock to me. I don't want Mary's death to have not been justly ruled, so I just give up. She doesn't care. And..." John paused, "I don't want to drag you down because of my child with Mary. You are the smartest detective in the whole of England, if my child with Mary becomes your weakness and is used by bad guys If I threaten you, I will die, and I don't want to see such a scene."

After Sherlock listened, the fire of hope in his heart was completely extinguished.Sherlock's eyes returned to the cold and dull look, "Even if I am willing to take you and Mary's children as a burden of happiness in my life, can't I?" Sherlock's tone seemed to be begging John to stay. by my side.

Looking at Sherlock with his head down, John couldn't bear it, but he knew that he had to do it.Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to completely give his heart to Sherlock with the strong sense of responsibility that was tormenting him. In this way, it would be even more harmful to Sherlock.

"Sherlock, I..." John watched Sherlock sitting on the chair motionless like a stone statue, he knew that he still hurt Sherlock, "I'm sorry."

Sherlock sat in the chair without speaking, just looked up at John.Sherlock didn't understand why one second he still confessed tenderly, making himself happy as if he had flown to heaven, but the next second he pushed himself into hell and fell into eternal pain.It was the first time for Sherlock to experience this ups and downs of mood. The fact that they were in love but couldn't stay together was so painful, so painful that they even lost the strength to make people speak.

Sherlock's face was distorted because of the pain in his heart, and it was reflected in John's eyes like a red-hot iron, branding a mark on his heart, and the pain was dripping with blood.

John opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "Sherlock, I'm moving out in two days."

Sherlock's body trembled, he couldn't imagine, if the house was completely devoid of John's breath, would he be able to adjust himself to a normal state.Sherlock raised his head, with imperceptible pleas in his eyes, and said unwillingly, "John, you can continue to live here." Sherlock grabbed the hand on the edge of the table in order to pretend to be calm, and because of too much force, even Knuckles are a little white.

John glanced at Sherlock with some reluctance and said, "No, Sherlock, I can't let myself hurt you anymore." John still couldn't fully surrender his heart after he knew what Sherlock wanted. Heart, still brazenly appearing in Sherlock's life.

Sherlock froze on the chair, lifeless, as if frozen, exuding a cold aura from inside to outside.

John walked to the door, stopped for a while, then turned his face to Sherlock who was sitting in the kitchen, "Take care of yourself, take care."

With a "click", the door closed, and Sherlock seemed to hear the sound of his heart breaking.

After John closed the door downstairs, he stared back at 221B above and pursed his lips.This apartment has brought too many emotional experiences to my life, with all the ups and downs, but now this apartment is about to fade out of the stage of my life. John's eyes were flickering with reluctance, and he reached out and stroked the printed word 221B , The iron printing conveyed a cool touch, just like the coolness of Sherlock's hand touching his cheek that day, John retracted his fingers, curled them into his palms, and put them down.

Just as John turned around, he found Mrs. Hudson who had been standing behind him a long time ago. John was startled, and after calming down, he sighed and said, "Mrs. Hudson, please don't stand silently." behind me!"

Mrs. Hudson laughed and said, "Because you are too focused, John!"

The fresh vegetables in Mrs. Hudson's hands trembled with laughter, and a few green peppers fell out, "Oh! My lunch!"

John shook his head helplessly, knelt down and picked up the green pepper into his hand, turned around and took out the key to open the door.

"Thank you, dear." Mrs. Hudson smiled brightly.

John took the vegetables from Mrs. Hudson's hand, and tilted his head to signal Mrs. Hudson to go in and open the door.

After Mrs. Hudson went in and opened the door, John followed into the house and put the things in the kitchen. Mrs. Hudson poured a glass of water and handed it to John, "What were you looking at at the door, John?"

Asked by Mrs. Hudson, John froze for a moment, with a flash of pain in his eyes, but soon John returned to normal, and took the water with a smile: "It's nothing, I just feel that the printing on the door is a little rusty. It's time to change."

Mrs. Hudson also poured herself a glass of water, and after taking a sip, she held the glass and said, "No matter what you say, I won't change it. They say that the older the thing, the more valuable it is, and I expect it to become an antique! "

John put down the water glass, patted the ashes on his hands, and said with a smile, "It will definitely become an antique, don't worry." Mrs. Hudson smiled and patted John on the shoulder, and sent John to the door.

John turned to Mrs. Hudson and said, "Mrs. Hudson, I'm leaving, take care."

"Goodbye!" Mrs. Hudson didn't understand the parting meaning in John's words, she just smiled and waved to John's back, then closed the door.

John stopped a taxi by the side of the road to go to the hospital to see his son. These days, the child's condition is getting better and better, and he will be discharged from the hospital in a few days. John is excited and at a loss when he thinks of this.I am excited that I can finally take care of my children myself, but I am overwhelmed because I am a first-time father and I don’t know where to start.

Because the child's condition has improved a lot, he has been transferred from the incubator to the ward.John got off the taxi and went straight to the child's ward.

When John first entered the ward, the nurse was changing the child's drip. John walked into the ward lightly, stood aside and looked at the child on the bed, feeling sad for a while.

The nurse adjusted the drip rate, turned her head and smiled at John: "The doctor said that the child will be discharged in two days."

"Really? That's great!" John couldn't stop the joy in his heart, showing his white teeth.

The nurse laughed and said, "So it will be hard for me to take care of my children in the future."

John stared at the child on the bed, and replied firmly: "It's hard, but also happy."

The nurse nodded and walked out of the ward. John pulled a chair and sat down in front of the bed. He stretched out his fingers and gently rubbed the child's pink face, with a faint smile on his lips.

In the afternoon, after greeting the nurse, John ran to the housing rental agency to find a suitable house. After all, the child was about to be discharged from the hospital, so he had to find a home first.

After listening to the agent's introduction, John quickly picked a house that he thought was more suitable, then went to see the house, paid a deposit, and agreed with the landlord to move things here tomorrow.

The landlord is a reasonable middle-aged woman. When she heard that John was going to the hospital to take care of her children, she enthusiastically promised that she would help John clean up only by moving the things over tomorrow.John was very grateful for this, and after thanking again and again, he returned to the hospital.

The hospital at night was not as crowded as it was in the morning, instead it was depressed and eerie.John in the ward shivered suddenly. John touched the child's curled hands, covered the child with a thin blanket, stood up and closed the window, sat back on the chair and took a nap.

In a trance, the scene of Moriarty approaching Sherlock with a blood-stained knife suddenly flashed in John's mind. Moriarty's face was a little distorted.John woke up suddenly. He shook his head, making sure that he was dreaming just now. Then he calmed down. John took out his mobile phone and glanced at it. At 3 o'clock in the morning, John turned his head and looked at the bright moonlight outside the window, a little worried about Sherlock. For his safety, John sent a text message to Sherlock.

"Are you asleep?" The other party didn't respond.

While waiting for a response, John thought about going back to see Sherlock tomorrow, and moving his things to the newly rented house by the way, thinking about it, his heavy eyelids slowly closed, and the scene in front of him gradually became smaller , darken until it disappears.

At this time, crisp footsteps sounded outside the ward, and a pair of sinister eyes peered at everything in the ward through the glass on the ward.

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When John opened his eyes again, it was already 8 o'clock in the morning, and the nurses on the morning shift had already started their first ward rounds in the morning.John wiped his face, sobering up a lot.

Looking at the child who was still sleeping soundly on the bed, a reassuring smile appeared on the corner of John's mouth.

"Good morning, Mr. John!" The nurse who entered opened the curtains, and the bright sunlight instantly illuminated the whole room. John frowned and narrowed his eyes because he was not used to the sudden strong light.

John nodded to the nurse and said with a faint smile, "Good morning, Martha!"

Martha smiled politely, bowed down in front of the child, and after checking a series of routine items, she turned her head and raised an eyebrow at John and said, "The child is in good condition and can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

John's eyes sparkled with excitement, "That's great!"

"Congratulations!" Seeing John's happy look, Martha was very happy for him.

Just as Martha was about to turn around and leave, she heard John's voice calling her from behind, "Martha, can you do me a favor?" John rubbed his hands because he was a little embarrassed to speak.

Seeing John's embarrassed look, Martha smiled slightly and said, "What's the matter?"

"I just rented a new house yesterday. As you know, I have to make several trips to move. So, I would like to ask you to take care of the children first. I will come back as soon as I go. It will take about 2 hours." John said sincerely Look at Martha.

Martha smiled lightly at first, then nodded and said, "I'm happy to help you, but don't be late for the two hours agreed upon."

Seeing that Martha agreed, John thanked her again and again, "Thank you, I will definitely abide by the agreement!"

After John finished speaking, he trotted out of the hospital, hailed a taxi on the side of the street, and went straight to apartment 221B Baker Street.Although he felt a little embarrassed in his heart, John was still a little worried about Sherlock's safety because of yesterday's dream.

Because time was a bit tight, John rushed upstairs in two steps after getting off the taxi, and opened the door with the key.

John walked into the room lightly, but he didn't see Sherlock's figure. John was relieved, but also a little disappointed.

John stood in the living room and looked around the room.The room was still familiar to him, but he was afraid that he would never have the chance to live here again. John pursed his lips, sighed, turned and walked into his room to pack his things.

The door of his room was not closed, John felt a little strange, but John didn't think much, and went straight in.

The bed was at the first sight when entering the door. John looked at the bulging ball curled up on the bed, and tiptoed to the bed, as if someone was sleeping on his own bed.

John took a closer look, and it was none other than Sherlock who was sleeping on his bed.

Sherlock's curly hair looked a bit messy due to his restless sleeping position, and his thick and curly eyelashes trembled slightly with the rhythm of his breathing. He was holding a white shirt in his hand, and put the collar on his lap On the tip of his nose, half of his face was blocked, and the white shirt undulated slightly with his breathing.

John recognized the white shirt at a glance—it was the one he always wore.John froze by the bed, looking at Sherlock's sleeping face, feeling distressed and guilty in his heart.He took a step forward, trying to reach out to touch Sherlock's face, but he missed the wine bottle next to the bedside table and kicked it right in time.

With a "thump", the crisp sound of the glass bottle falling to the ground, Sherlock was awakened by the sound, frowned irritably, and opened his eyes reluctantly.

The blurred outline in front of him was like the John he was thinking about day and night. Sherlock denied his judgment from the bottom of his heart. He stood up, shook his head, and blinked. Only then did he see clearly that the person in front of him was indeed John. .

"John?" Sherlock's mind went blank, obviously he hadn't recovered from the drunk last night.He rolled his eyes and shook his head vigorously again, only to wake up quite a bit, and asked calmly, "What are you doing here?"

John looked at Sherlock, who was suffering from a hangover, and said slowly, "I... come to pack my things."

Sherlock froze, and then recalled what he said to John yesterday and what happened.Although I want to use the hangover to make that memory disappear, but no matter how it is erased, it will still leave traces.Sherlock rubbed his messy hair, his voice was a little hoarse due to the effect of alcohol, "Take it, I'll go wash up."

Sherlock got up from the bed and got up listlessly to go to the bathroom.

Looking at Sherlock's sluggish state, John felt a little depressed and uncomfortable. He wanted to persuade Sherlock not to drink too much, but his lips twitched, but he couldn't speak. John knew in his heart that after all, the man who treated Sherlock so cruelly It's me, and I have no right to say anything.

John silently packed his things. There were not many things, and he finished packing in a short while, which just filled a suitcase.

As John dragged his suitcase across the living room, the grunt of the wheels was especially loud in the quiet room.

John paused at the door, but he put his hand on the doorknob but didn't open it for a long time. John didn't know what he was waiting for, why he suddenly didn't want to leave.

The sound of "squeaking" water in the bathroom did not abate in the slightest. John sighed, opened the door, and dragged the box away.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, Sherlock wiped his face, got dressed and walked to the living room, staring at the door in a daze.Although I knew that John was gone in the bathroom, I still wanted to be ripped off in my heart and felt empty.

John hails a taxi and asks the driver to drive to his newly rented house to leave his luggage.

The newly rented house was relatively close to the hospital, and John didn't want to bother the landlord, so he put everything in place by himself.

Before going out, John brought a thin blanket with him to prevent him from being cold in the hospital at night. He was afraid that he would be bored, so he stuffed a tablet computer in his satchel before returning to the hospital.

In the ward, John saw Martha was still sitting by the bed, put down her things, smiled and said, "Thank you, Martha."

Martha joked after hearing the sound: "It's okay, because you came back on time, I won't let you invite me to dinner." After Martha finished speaking, she stood up, patted John on the shoulder and went out.

"..." Looking at Martha's back, John felt that he and the child had received a lot of care from Martha these days, so he decided to buy her a small gift to express his gratitude before leaving the hospital tomorrow.

John looked at the baby sleeping soundly on the bed, and felt that such a slow but slightly warm time was quite good.

After staring at the baby for a while, John felt a little bored, took out the tablet from his bag, and went online.

Under the suggestion of his psychiatrist, John would always write the cases he experienced together with Sherlock into small case-solving stories and put them on his blog. Over time, the blog has also accumulated a lot of popularity.

Since Mary's death, I haven't written a blog for a long time, and I don't even pay much attention to the blog. At this time, John was a little curious about what new messages he had on his blog, so he clicked on his blog.

Because the blog has not been updated for a long time, the number of visits has not changed much compared to the previous number, but there are many comments, probably asking why the blogger doesn’t update the short story and commenting on the wonderful story, John A After replying, I suddenly felt a little itchy and wanted to write down the story I experienced.

John did what he said, and typed the story he had just experienced on the computer into an article and posted it on the blog.

After John finished posting, he didn't care about it. He went straight to watch the real-time news on other websites. When he saw halfway through, the reply reminder on the blog jumped out. John couldn't wait to open the reader's reply and saw the latest message.

"Do you want to know why Mary died?" The message time was just 10 minutes after I published my blog post.

Looking at this message, John always feels that this reader is not a simple character, he seems to know something, or...

He was Moriarty himself!John was frightened by his own thoughts, John's eyelids twitched twice, and even the rhythm of his heartbeat was a little disordered.

John took a deep breath, clenched his fists, calmed down, and typed a reply on the computer, "What do you know?"

After replying, John was a little restless. He always felt that the reader with the ID M was a bit of a bad person, and combined with the content of his message, he couldn't stop thinking about Moriarty.

John thought about it, if it was really Moriarty, he wouldn't just tell the truth behind the story on the Internet, maybe with his style of doing things, he would contact himself, tell himself the truth and then kill himself!But that just fulfilled his wish, so that he would have the opportunity to meet Moriarty, and then personally kill him and avenge Mary!

When John thought of this, the fear in his heart was slowly dispelled by the raging fire of revenge.John refreshed the blog page over and over again, only to find that the person who left the message did not continue to reply.John looked at the situation,