Detective Sherlock

Guessing that he would have no chance to take revenge for the time being, he couldn't help but sighed a little melancholy.

John turned off the computer, stared out the window in a daze, his mind was completely occupied by the reply on the blog just now, just like that, even if he didn't do anything, the day passed quickly.

In the evening, after the children were settled, John was ready to go to bed early. It was a bit cold at night. He took out a thin blanket from the paper bag and prepared to sleep under it, but when he took the blanket out and opened it, something fell to the ground , There was a "click" sound when it fell.

John took a closer look and saw that it was Sherlock's mobile phone. He probably didn't pay attention when he went to pack his things in the morning, and rolled them into the blanket and brought them into the suitcase.John immediately picked up the phone and blew the dust on it, and then pressed the phone button to check whether the phone was broken.

The phone lighted up due to the corresponding operation, and the screen was intact. John breathed a sigh of relief, but the unread text messages on the phone caught John's attention.

Looking at the text message on the main interface of the phone, John hesitated.It stands to reason that I shouldn't have looked through Sherlock's text messages without his consent, but my curiosity kept urging my fingers to press the view button.

John still couldn't hold back his inner curiosity, and clicked on the text message to check.

In the inbox, there are two unread text messages.

One was sent to Sherlock by himself last night.

The other one was sent from an unknown number, but the content of the text message made John so shocked that he couldn't move his eyes away.

"If you don't know why Mary was killed by me, then the whole of London is really boring."

John's eyes were fixed on the phone screen, and the hand holding the phone was a little white because of too much force, and the words that came into his eyes gave John's eyes a crazy color.

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Looking at the content of the text message sent by the unknown number, John felt that the person who sent the text message was undoubtedly Moriarty.John was a little excited because of his determination, and his fingers trembled a little.

Staring at the brightly lit phone screen, John suddenly had an idea to use this text message to trick Moriarty out, and then kill him himself to avenge Mary!

Thinking of this, John immediately replied a text message quickly.

"You're kidding, how could I not know the reason why you killed Mary. SH." John added Sherlock's usual signature signature.

After nearly half an hour, there was no news from the other party, and John was a little restless. On the one hand, he was worried that his identity would be discovered by the other party if the content of his text message revealed something, and on the other hand, he was afraid that after the other party saw through him, he would bait cannot lure the target to take the bait.John stood up, pacing up and down the room with his mobile phone clutched tightly in his hand.

Suddenly the mobile phone in his hand vibrated, and John couldn't wait to pick up the mobile phone to have a look, but he froze in place, his face showing embarrassment, because this time it was not a text message, but a call from an unfamiliar number.

To accept or not to accept?

catch?If Moriarty had called to confront him, he would have been spotted quickly.No answer?Do you want to just watch this great opportunity for revenge slip away?

John thought about it again, Moriarty probably didn't know that he had moved out of apartment 221B, even if it was really him, he could find a reason to reject him.

John thought of this, looked at the screen that was still on, gritted his teeth and pressed the call button, but held his breath and did not speak.

It was the other party who spoke first: "Hello?"

The voice from the earpiece was magnetic and very familiar, almost exactly the same as Sherlock's voice.

John originally thought it was Moriarty who was calling, and he was so nervous that he raised his throat. After confirming that it was Sherlock, although he felt relieved, he still couldn't hold back the surprise in his heart, and blurted out, " Sherlock?"

Just after John finished asking, he remembered that it was Sherlock's phone in his hand. It should be Sherlock who found out that his phone was missing, so he called his mobile phone to confirm what happened, whether it was lost or dropped in the room which corner.

Sherlock on the other end was obviously puzzled by John's surprise and paused for a few seconds, but quickly returned to normal and asked, "John? Where are you?"

When John heard Sherlock's question, the tension just now was gone, "In the hospital."

"The mobile phone in your hand..." Before Sherlock finished speaking, John took the initiative to explain, "I should have accidentally rolled it into the blanket and put it in the suitcase when I went to pack it this morning. , was thinking about sending it to you tomorrow morning..."

Seeing that there was no response from the receiver, John didn't know if Sherlock was still listening, so he paused and said, "Hello? Sherlock? Are you listening?"

"I'm listening." Sherlock's voice was flat.

Only then did John repeat what he had just said: "I'll send it to you tomorrow morning."

"Yeah." Sherlock's reaction was a little cold.

John felt a little lost, but still said in a normal tone: "Sherlock, what are you doing?"

"I was checking something, and I was about to use my mobile phone to ask Lestrade to check the information for me, but I didn't know where the phone went, so I called my own mobile phone, wanting to see where the phone was dropped at home, unexpectedly, I was swept away by you." Although Sherlock's tone was flat, his tone was a little cold.

Sure enough, I still mind that although I have explained my feelings, I refuse to live with him.John thought so, and replied with a smile, "Then you have to be patient for a while, I will send the phone back tomorrow."

"It's okay." Sherlock's voice was still cold and emotionless.

This is the first time John has seen such a cold Sherlock. Although such a strange Sherlock was caused by himself, but he was suddenly treated like this, and John couldn't help feeling sad, after all, he liked him. of.

"If there's nothing else to do, go to bed early." John paused, "Don't check too late, staying up late is not good for your health." After John finished speaking, he suddenly felt that his concern seemed a bit superfluous, and hurriedly Concluding, "That's all, good night."

After John finished speaking, before Sherlock could speak, he hung up the phone and let out a sigh of relief.

The screen returned to the text message box interface. Before John came to feel sad about the change in Sherlock's attitude towards him, he returned to thinking about the revenge plan.

The phone still hasn't received the new text message.

John looked at the phone, after a long pause, looked at the baby sleeping soundly on the bed, and wiped his face.

He decided to preemptively seize Moriarty's interest and force him out.

John texted again, "Don't you want to know how I know? SH."

"It's impossible for you to know." The other party replied very quickly this time, which increased John's confidence a lot.

"Why are you so sure? I'm the smartest private detective in the whole of England! Are you willing to meet and have a showdown? SH." Although John felt that what he said was a bit bragging, in his heart, the evaluation of Sherlock That's it.

"Tomorrow at 10 o'clock in the evening, I will wait for you on the top floor of the hospital." The other party was obviously hooked, and John looked at the text message replied by the other party, feeling both disturbed and excited.

"Okay." After John sent the text message, he deleted the text messages in his inbox and put them in his pocket.

Early the next morning, as soon as the hospital started to work, John rushed to call Martha to give his son a routine checkup.

"You are very active today!" Martha smiled and patted John on the shoulder after entering the ward.

"Of course, today is the day when the child is discharged from the hospital." John's gentle smile made Martha feel pleasing.

After completing a series of routine examinations for the child, Martha turned around and said with a smile, "Congratulations, you can finally be discharged from the hospital!"

John clapped his hands happily, "Great, I'm going to go through the discharge procedures now."

Seeing John's face flushed with joy, Martha couldn't help but encourage her: "Go!"

By the time John finished the formalities and returned to the ward, Martha had already tidied up the little guy, holding her in her arms and coaxing him tenderly.

Seeing this scene, John mistook Martha for Mary in a trance.If Mary lived in this world, she would still be able to enjoy the happy time of being a mother in this way. Unfortunately, she left him before seeing the child. John stood at the door with some sadness, staring blankly at Martha.

When Martha coaxed the baby to turn around, she saw John standing listlessly at the door.

Martha thought it was because her behavior made John unhappy, first she smiled shyly, and then walked towards John with the child in her arms, "I'm sorry, this child is so cute, I can't help but..." While talking Hand the baby to John.

John was not displeased by her behavior. He took the child and said with a smile, "It's okay. On the contrary, thank you for taking care of me these days."

Martha saw that John had regained his energy in the morning, she smiled and waved her hands, "This is what our nurses should do, it's nothing."

"Thank you anyway." John raised his head with sincerity in his eyes.

Martha looked at John's bright eyes, blinked and said, "You're welcome."

John nodded, turned around and left the ward with the child in his arms.

After leaving the hospital, John hailed a taxi to go to apartment 221B.John only concentrated on looking at the child who was sleeping peacefully in his arms, but he didn't notice the scorching gaze from the taxi driver in the rearview mirror.

After getting out of the car, John went upstairs with the baby in his arms.The door was unlocked, and as soon as John opened the door, he saw Sherlock smoking a cigarette and looking at him palely.

John was turned and closed the door, almost fainted by the smell of smoke in the room.John put the child on the sofa, opened the window for ventilation, then stepped in front of Sherlock, snatched the half-smoked cigarette from his hand, and put it out directly in the ashtray.

The wind outside the window lifted the curtains, blowing away the strong smell of smoke in the room.

That ashtray was brought out secretly by Sherlock when he and Sherlock went to Buckingham Palace. At that time, John only thought that he would take it back and put it as an decoration in the apartment. Unexpectedly, it would be useful one day.

John looked at the countless cigarette butts in the ashtray, and then glanced at Sherlock's pale face, feeling anxious, angry and uncomfortable.

The two were silent for a while, and John finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "Why are you smoking so much?"

"Because this problem needs to be dealt with in kind." Sherlock raised his head and met John's eyes, which reflected his face holding back his anger.

John pursed his lips, calmed down the complicated emotions in his heart, and then asked, "Didn't I tell you not to smoke?"

"No way, this problem is too difficult." Sherlock shrugged, leaned against the back of the chair, closed his eyes and sighed, the dark circles under his eyes after staying up all night were very obvious at this moment.

Looking at Sherlock's dark circles, John felt distressed.But John thought of his reason for coming, took out Sherlock's mobile phone from his pocket, put it on the table, and pushed it in front of Sherlock, "Your mobile phone."

Sherlock didn't even open his eyelids, and just responded lightly, "Yes."

John thought about the text message Moriarty replied to him yesterday, and looked at the indifferent Sherlock, and his heart ached.

I might not see Sherlock tomorrow.This man I like very much, although he is arrogant, self-willed and complacent, and sometimes naive like a child, but I am still deeply fascinated by him. The profile of his face, the sparkle in his eyes when he had a flash of inspiration, his bravery when he stood up for himself, the smirk at the corner of his mouth after he succeeded in tricking himself... All these details were clearly printed on his face. in mind.Yes, I remember every bit about Sherlock very clearly, so clearly that even John himself doesn't believe it.

Although John himself knew that this might be the last side of the two of them, he had to suppress the urge to express all his emotions in the end, and behaved as usual.Because he didn't want Sherlock to take risks for himself again, this time, he should solve his own problems by himself instead of letting Sherlock protect himself and solve it for himself.This time, I want to protect Sherlock!Protect the children!Avenge Mary!

John opened his mouth, and at this moment, the baby on the sofa burst into tears without warning.

The loud and shrill cry made Sherlock flustered, and he immediately opened his eyes and glanced at the child on the sofa whose face was flushed from crying.

John immediately walked over and picked up the child to coax him.The first time he coaxed the child, John was a little at a loss. He just imitated how he saw women coaxing the child on weekdays, but found that the child did not stop crying, but cried more and more.

The cry seemed to express the pain in John's heart.I don't want to leave, I don't want to be separated from life and death.

Seeing John sweating profusely, Sherlock reminded, "He must be hungry, right?"

"..." John turned to look at him in surprise when he heard Sherlock's words.

Seeing John's surprised eyes, Sherlock stood up in embarrassment, walked into the kitchen, and searched for something.

John followed curiously to the kitchen, and Sherlock happened to take out a can of baby formula and a feeding bottle from the cabinet.Sherlock scooped 3 scoops of powdered milk into the bottle, washed it with warm water, shook it well, and handed it to John.

John's face was full of surprise, and he froze where he hadn't recovered.Seeing that John didn't respond, Sherlock stuffed the bottle directly into the child's mouth. Watching the child suck on the bottle, the corner of his mouth curled into an unnoticeable arc.

Sherlock looked at John's surprised expression, raised his eyebrows, pretended to be relaxed, and explained lightly: "I thought the three of us lived here, so I even bought baby Sherlock's milk powder."

John felt that Sherlock's face was sloppy at this time, and he was explaining that there was an indescribable cuteness in his eyes. John's whole atrium was immediately filled with warmth. John was very moved, but he only said three words, "Thank you."

Sherlock put his arms around his chest, glanced at John, and said lightly: "Okay, go back quickly after drinking. I still have something to go out."

Seeing that the child was also full, John nodded, put the bottle on Sherlock's table, walked to the door with the child in his arms, and turned the doorknob.

"Sherlock, thank you." John lowered his eyes and answered silently in his heart, "I like you, goodbye."

Looking at John's profile, Sherlock felt faintly in his heart that John was saying his final farewell in his form. Although a sharp pain flashed in his heart, Sherlock knew that this was the best way.Sherlock closed his eyes and said slowly, "Take care."

The door closed with a "click", Sherlock opened his eyes again, and John was no longer at the door.Although he didn't want to see the back of John leaving with his own eyes, even so, after John left, he was left alone in the empty room, and Sherlock felt a dull pain in his heart again.

Looking at the content of the text message sent by the unknown number, John felt that the person who sent the text message was undoubtedly Moriarty.John was a little excited because of his determination, and his fingers trembled a little.

Staring at the brightly lit phone screen, John suddenly had an idea to use this text message to trick Moriarty out, and then kill him himself to avenge Mary!

Thinking of this, John immediately replied a text message quickly.

"You're kidding, how could I not know the reason why you killed Mary. SH." John added Sherlock's usual signature signature.

After nearly half an hour, there was no news from the other party, and John was a little restless. On the one hand, he was worried that his identity would be discovered by the other party if the content of his text message revealed something, and on the other hand, he was afraid that after the other party saw through him, he would bait cannot lure the target to take the bait.John stood up, pacing up and down the room with his mobile phone clutched tightly in his hand.

Suddenly the mobile phone in his hand vibrated, and John couldn't wait to pick up the mobile phone to have a look, but he froze in place, his face showing embarrassment, because this time it was not a text message, but a call from an unfamiliar number.

To accept or not to accept?

catch?If Moriarty had called to confront him, he would have been spotted quickly.No answer?Do you want to just watch this great opportunity for revenge slip away?

John thought about it again, Moriarty probably didn't know that he had moved out of apartment 221B, even if it was really him, he could find a reason to reject him.

John thought of this, looked at the screen that was still on, gritted his teeth and pressed the call button, but held his breath and did not speak.

It was the other party who spoke first: "Hello?"

The voice from the earpiece was magnetic and very familiar, almost exactly the same as Sherlock's voice.

John originally thought it was Moriarty who was calling, and he was so nervous that he raised his throat. After confirming that it was Sherlock, although he felt relieved, he still couldn't hold back the surprise in his heart, and blurted out, " Sherlock?"

Just after John finished asking, he remembered that it was Sherlock's phone in his hand. It should be Sherlock who found out that his phone was missing, so he called his mobile phone to confirm what happened, whether it was lost or dropped in the room which corner.

Sherlock on the other end was obviously puzzled by John's surprise and paused for a few seconds, but quickly returned to normal and asked, "John? Where are you?"

When John heard Sherlock's question, the tension just now was gone, "In the hospital."

"The mobile phone in your hand..." Before Sherlock finished speaking, John took the initiative to explain, "I should have accidentally rolled it into the blanket and put it in the suitcase when I went to pack it this morning. , was thinking about sending it to you tomorrow morning..."

Seeing that there was no response from the receiver, John didn't know if Sherlock was still listening, so he paused and said, "Hello? Sherlock? Are you listening?"

"I'm listening." Sherlock's voice was flat.

Only then did John repeat what he had just said: "I'll send it to you tomorrow morning."

"Yeah." Sherlock's reaction was a little cold.

John felt a little lost, but still said in a normal tone: "Sherlock, what are you doing?"

"I was checking something, and I was about to use my mobile phone to ask Lestrade to check the information for me, but I didn't know where the phone went, so I called my own mobile phone, wanting to see where the phone was dropped at home, unexpectedly, I was swept away by you." Although Sherlock's tone was flat, his tone was a little cold.

Sure enough, I still mind that although I have explained my feelings, I refuse to live with him.John thought so, and replied with a smile, "Then you have to be patient for a while, I will send the phone back tomorrow."

"It's okay." Sherlock's voice was still cold and emotionless.

This is the first time John has seen such a cold Sherlock. Although such a strange Sherlock was caused by himself, but he was suddenly treated like this, and John couldn't help feeling sad, after all, he liked him. of.

"If there's nothing else to do, go to bed early." John paused, "Don't check too late, staying up late is not good for your health." After John finished speaking, he suddenly felt that his concern seemed a bit superfluous, and hurriedly Concluding, "That's all, good night."

After John finished speaking, before Sherlock could speak, he hung up the phone and let out a sigh of relief.

The screen returned to the text message box interface. Before John came to feel sad about the change in Sherlock's attitude towards him, he returned to thinking about the revenge plan.

The phone still hasn't received the new text message.

John looked at the phone, after a long pause, looked at the baby sleeping soundly on the bed, and wiped his face.

He decided to preemptively seize Moriarty's interest and force him out.

John texted again, "Don't you want to know how I know? SH."

"It's impossible for you to know." The other party replied very quickly this time, which increased John's confidence a lot.

"Why are you so sure? I'm the smartest private detective in the whole of England! Are you willing to meet and have a showdown? SH." Although John felt that what he said was a bit bragging, in his heart, the evaluation of Sherlock That's it.

"Tomorrow at 10 o'clock in the evening, I will wait for you on the top floor of the hospital." The other party was obviously hooked, and John looked at the text message replied by the other party, feeling both disturbed and excited.

"Okay." After John sent the text message, he deleted the text messages in his inbox and put them in his pocket.

Early the next morning, as soon as the hospital started to work, John rushed to call Martha to give his son a routine checkup.

"You are very active today!" Martha smiled and patted John on the shoulder after entering the ward.

"Of course, today is the day when the child is discharged from the hospital." John's gentle smile made Martha feel pleasing.

After completing a series of routine examinations for the child, Martha turned around and said with a smile, "Congratulations, you can finally be discharged from the hospital!"

John clapped his hands happily, "Great, I'm going to go through the discharge procedures now."

Seeing John's face flushed with joy, Martha couldn't help but encourage her: "Go!"

By the time John finished the formalities and returned to the ward, Martha had already tidied up the little guy, holding her in her arms and coaxing him tenderly.

Seeing this scene, John mistook Martha for Mary in a trance.If Mary lived in this world, she would still be able to enjoy the happy time of being a mother in this way. Unfortunately, she left him before seeing the child. John stood at the door with some sadness, staring blankly at Martha.

When Martha coaxed the baby to turn around, she saw John standing listlessly at the door.

Martha thought it was because her behavior made John unhappy, first she smiled shyly, and then walked towards John with the child in her arms, "I'm sorry, this child is so cute, I can't help but..." While talking Hand the baby to John.

John was not displeased by her behavior. He took the child and said with a smile, "It's okay. On the contrary, thank you for taking care of me these days."

Martha saw that John had regained his energy in the morning, she smiled and waved her hands, "This is what our nurses should do, it's nothing."

"Thank you anyway." John raised his head with sincerity in his eyes.

Martha looked at John's bright eyes, blinked and said, "You're welcome."

John nodded, turned around and left the ward with the child in his arms.

After leaving the hospital, John hailed a taxi to go to apartment 221B.John only concentrated on looking at the child who was sleeping peacefully in his arms, but he didn't notice the scorching gaze from the taxi driver in the rearview mirror.

After getting out of the car, John went upstairs with the baby in his arms.The door was unlocked, and as soon as John opened the door, he saw Sherlock smoking a cigarette and looking at him palely.

John was turned and closed the door, almost fainted by the smell of smoke in the room.John put the child on the sofa, opened the window for ventilation, then stepped in front of Sherlock, snatched the half-smoked cigarette from his hand, and put it out directly in the ashtray.

The wind outside the window lifted the curtains, blowing away the strong smell of smoke in the room.

That ashtray was brought out secretly by Sherlock when he and Sherlock went to Buckingham Palace. At that time, John only thought that he would take it back and put it as an decoration in the apartment. Unexpectedly, it would be useful one day.

John looked at the countless cigarette butts in the ashtray, and then glanced at Sherlock's pale face, feeling anxious, angry and uncomfortable.

The two were silent for a while, and John finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "Why are you smoking so much?"

"Because this problem needs to be dealt with in kind." Sherlock raised his head and met John's eyes, which reflected his face holding back his anger.

John pursed his lips, calmed down the complicated emotions in his heart, and then asked, "Didn't I tell you not to smoke?"

"No way, this problem is too difficult." Sherlock shrugged, leaned against the back of the chair, closed his eyes and sighed, the dark circles under his eyes after staying up all night were very obvious at this moment.

Looking at Sherlock's dark circles, John felt distressed.But John thought of his reason for coming, took out Sherlock's mobile phone from his pocket, put it on the table, and pushed it in front of Sherlock, "Your mobile phone."

Sherlock didn't even open his eyelids, and just responded lightly, "Yes."

John thought about the text message Moriarty replied to him yesterday, and looked at the indifferent Sherlock, and his heart ached.

I might not see Sherlock tomorrow.This man I like very much, although he is arrogant, self-willed and complacent, and sometimes naive like a child, but I am still deeply fascinated by him. The profile of his face, the sparkle in his eyes when he had a flash of inspiration, his bravery when he stood up for himself, the smirk at the corner of his mouth after he succeeded in tricking himself... All these details were clearly printed on his face. in mind.Yes, I remember every bit about Sherlock very clearly, so clearly that even John himself doesn't believe it.

Although John himself knew that this might be the last side of the two of them, he had to suppress the urge to express all his emotions in the end, and behaved as usual.Because he didn't want Sherlock to take risks for himself again, this time, he should solve his own problems by himself instead of letting Sherlock protect himself and solve it for himself.This time, I want to protect Sherlock!Protect the children!Avenge Mary!

John opened his mouth, and at this moment, the baby on the sofa burst into tears without warning.

The loud and shrill cry made Sherlock flustered, and he immediately opened his eyes and glanced at the child on the sofa whose face was flushed from crying.

John immediately walked over and picked up the child to coax him.The first time he coaxed the child, John was a little at a loss. He just imitated how he saw women coaxing the child on weekdays, but found that the child did not stop crying, but cried more and more.

The cry seemed to express the pain in John's heart.I don't want to leave, I don't want to be separated from life and death.

Seeing John sweating profusely, Sherlock reminded, "He must be hungry, right?"

"..." John turned to look at him in surprise when he heard Sherlock's words.

Seeing John's surprised eyes, Sherlock stood up in embarrassment, walked into the kitchen, and searched for something.

John followed curiously to the kitchen, and Sherlock happened to take out a can of baby formula and a feeding bottle from the cabinet.Sherlock scooped 3 scoops of powdered milk into the bottle, washed it with warm water, shook it well, and handed it to John.

John's face was full of surprise, and he froze where he hadn't recovered.Seeing that John didn't respond, Sherlock stuffed the bottle directly into the child's mouth. Watching the child suck on the bottle, the corner of his mouth curled into an unnoticeable arc.

Sherlock looked at John's surprised expression, raised his eyebrows, pretended to be relaxed, and explained lightly: "I thought the three of us lived here, so I even bought baby Sherlock's milk powder."

John felt that Sherlock's face was sloppy at this time, and he was explaining that there was an indescribable cuteness in his eyes. John's whole atrium was immediately filled with warmth. John was very moved, but he only said three words, "Thank you."

Sherlock put his arms around his chest, glanced at John, and said lightly: "Okay, go back quickly after drinking. I still have something to go out."

Seeing that the child was also full, John nodded, put the bottle on Sherlock's table, walked to the door with the child in his arms, and turned the doorknob.

"Sherlock, thank you." John lowered his eyes and answered silently in his heart, "I like you, goodbye."

Looking at John's profile, Sherlock felt faintly in his heart that John was saying his final farewell in his form. Although a sharp pain flashed in his heart, Sherlock knew that this was the best way.Sherlock closed his eyes and said slowly, "Take care."

The door closed with a "click", Sherlock opened his eyes again, and John was no longer at the door.Although he didn't want to see the back of John leaving with his own eyes, even so, after John left, he was left alone in the empty room, and Sherlock felt a dull pain in his heart again.

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The author has something to say: Jinjiang took a big draw before, and this chapter couldn't be published. It seems to be better today, so I decided to roll up to update the article.

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When John returned home, it happened to be noon. The child had just finished eating milk powder, sucked his pink fingers, and was wrapped in John's arms obediently, sleeping soundly.

John looked at the cute little life in front of him, with a happy smile on his lips.As a new father, although raising a child is obviously more difficult than expected, but seeing the little guy sleeping peacefully, John also feels that it is worth the hardship.

John looked at the clock on the wall. At 12:12, John reluctantly put the little guy in the stroller and went into the kitchen to prepare lunch.John, who wasn't very hungry, cooked a simple lunch. Self-made sandwiches and a plate of fruit salad were more than enough.

John sat at the dining table, looked at the food on the plate, his eyes were a little dull, this might be the last time he had a proper meal, John smiled wryly.

After dinner, John sat quietly on the sofa, thinking that he would meet Moriarty tonight, and John's mind was full of what to do to kill him.

When thinking, time always passes quickly.After John smoothed out several methods, he looked at the clock on the wall again, and it was already 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

John sighed, wiped his face, and went into the room to see the child. The child was still sleeping soundly. John picked up the child, held the child's pink and delicate fists, and murmured, "My child, I might never I won't come back. If I don't come back, you must grow up healthy and happy, so that I will be at ease in heaven..." John's voice was a little choked, and after a while, John continued, "I love you ’” John said, placing a kiss on his forehead lightly.

After putting the baby back in the pram, John pulled out his cell phone and called Mrs. Hudson.

"Hello? John?" Mrs. Hudson evidently knew it was John.

"Uh...I'm John, Mrs. Hudson." John's voice was still a little hoarse due to the emotional impact just now.

"Oh! John, dear, do you have a cold?" Mrs. Hudson's concerned tone eased John's mood a lot.

"No." John cleared his throat, "Mrs. Hudson, can I ask you something?"

"Has something happened?" Mrs. Hudson was always more sensitive.

John found an excuse to hide it: "No, I just want to go out tonight, and I want to trouble you to take care of the child for me."

"Child? Oh! Has the child been discharged from the hospital?" Mrs. Hudson's voice trembled because of excitement, "Let me tell you, John, I haven't held a baby in my arms for a long time. I think children are very cute. I still want to wait for the child to be discharged from the hospital and help you take care of the child, so that my life will be much richer..." Mrs. Hudson suddenly changed the subject and asked, "John, aren't you upstairs? Come down and find I'm done, what are you doing on the phone?"

Only then did John remember that he hadn't told Mrs. Hudson about the move out.John paused and said, "Mrs. Hudson...I, moved out of apartment 221B."

"What?" Hudson