Detective Sherlock

The wife raised her voice several decibels in surprise, "Why did you move out? Isn't it good to live here?"

John was left speechless by Mrs. Hudson's question. He didn't know how to explain it. After a pause for a while, he said lightly, "I like apartment 221B very much, Mrs. Hudson, but, you know, there are some things I can't tell myself..."

John's tone sounded depressed to Mrs. Hudson, and Mrs. Hudson comforted, "Honey, I know you're having a hard time these days..." Mrs. Hudson paused, "However, you are always welcome to move back to Apartment 221B."

"Well. Thank you, Mrs. Hudson." Although John's tone did not change, he was full of gratitude to Mrs. Hudson.

"So where do you live now?"

"It's in an apartment near the hospital. Mrs. Hudson, you come to the hospital first, and then I come to pick you up. The two of us meet at the entrance of the hospital."

Mrs. Hudson responded with a smile: "Okay, but you have to wait, the elderly move slowly."

"I'm not in a hurry." John also responded with a smile.

John hung up the phone, took the keys and wallet, and went out. John first went to the supermarket near the apartment to buy some supplies for the children, and then went to wait for Mrs. Hudson at the hospital gate.

John looked at his watch, and it was already past 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Looking at the pedestrians coming and going on the street, John felt a little uneasy. He always felt that the meeting with Moriarty tonight would not go as smoothly as he expected. However, John thought about it again, even if he couldn't take Moriarty's life, for Mary, even if he risked his life, Moriarty would lose arms and legs, and he would definitely have to pay the price!

Thinking of this, John felt relieved a lot, and focused on the taxis parked on the street.

After a while, Mrs. Hudson got out of a taxi.Although Mrs. Hudson has stepped into the ranks of the elderly, her whole body dress makes her look bright and energetic.

Mrs. Hudson's eyes were sharp, and some cars saw John standing by the pillar of the hospital, "John!"

John greeted him with a smile on his face, "Mrs. Hudson!"

After the two hugged each other in a friendly manner, Mrs. Hudson asked excitedly with a blushing face, "Where's the child?"

Seeing Mrs. Hudson's impatient look, John said with a smile, "At home, come back with me now."

"Great!" Mrs. Hudson patted John on the shoulder.

The two arrived at the apartment after walking for 5 minutes. As soon as they entered the house, Mrs. Hudson went straight to the bedroom, took the little guy out of the stroller, and coaxed and teased happily.

Mrs. Hudson stared at the little guy's face and said, "This little guy has eyebrows and eyes like you. Mouth like Mary."

"Really?" John walked over with a smile, and rubbed the little guy's smooth face with his index finger, "I didn't really see it."

"I'm sure it is, the old man's words are very accurate." Mrs. Hudson raised her head and winked at John triumphantly.

John smiled faintly: "Of course I believe your words, Mrs. Hudson."

John withdrew his hand and looked at the clock on the wall. It was 5 o'clock in the afternoon. The closer it was to night, the more disturbed John was.John was a little torn between whether he should leave the apartment early or cherish what might be his last time with the children and Mrs. Hudson.

Mrs. Hudson looked at John's absent-minded look, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

John recovered from his daze, looked at Mrs. Hudson and the child, cleared his throat, and said, "Uh... Mrs. Hudson, I guess I have to go out now."

"Oh! If you don't tell me, I'll almost forget it." Mrs. Hudson suddenly realized, "If you have something urgent, go there quickly. Don't worry about leaving the child to me."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson." John thanked again.

John looked at the child in Mrs. Hudson's arms reluctantly, turned around and walked to the door and said, "Mrs. Hudson, if I don't come back tomorrow, take the child back to Sherlock."

John knew that if he died like this, Sherlock would not forgive him.I know Sherlock's feelings for me, but I stubbornly and conservatively choose to bear the burden of responsibility and abandon the happy life within my reach.I went to revenge alone, not to mention that I didn't succeed in revenge, but entrusted the child to Sherlock to raise him after he died. This is almost like taking advantage of Sherlock's feelings for him and binding Sherlock forever in the circle he drew Here, Sherlock will never be able to easily obtain happiness.

When John thought of this, Sherlock's aggrieved eyes flashed in his mind, and there was a breathless pain in his heart.But John really couldn't imagine anyone else who could entrust the child to him with peace of mind. The debt owed in this life can only be repaid to Sherlock in the next life.John turned the handle and opened the door.

The little guy in Mrs. Hudson's arms suddenly writhed uncomfortably, and her little face was flushed from the crying that was about to burst out. Mrs. Hudson comforted: "Good boy, Dad is just going to work, don't worry .”

When John heard Mrs. Hudson's words, he couldn't help turning his head to look at the child. As soon as John's eyes touched the child's face, the child burst into tears.

Mrs. Hudson coaxed patiently: "What's the matter? Are you hungry?"

The child was still crying non-stop. After putting the child in the stroller, Mrs. Hudson hurried to the kitchen to make milk powder. Seeing John standing at the door, Mrs. Hudson comforted him, "Go quickly!" Well, the child is fine, I will take care of it."

The child's cries were like sharp knives piercing his heart, every sound made John's heart bloody with pain.John pursed his lips, glanced at the baby carriage in the house for the last time, nodded, closed the door, and left.

At 6 o'clock in the evening, John sat in a restaurant not far from the hospital and had a tasteless dinner. After dinner, John went to a store that could send letters on behalf of him, bought letter paper and envelopes, and sat at the table for Sherlock. Writing a letter, saying it was a letter, when John wrote Sherlock's name, the weight of the letter in front of him was almost like a suicide note.

After John finished writing the letter, he handed the letter to the clerk and explained the delivery time. After paying the money, he left. After John left, the clerk put the letter in the mailbox that will be sent out a week later.

After making all these preparations, John instantly felt much more relaxed physically and mentally.

Perhaps once a person abandons all concerns, he will not have so many worries about life.

John looked at his watch. It was 8 o'clock in the evening, and there were still two hours before the duel with Moriarty would begin. John touched the gun at his waist, feeling a lot more at ease.

John didn't know what else he could do in the next 2 hours, so he went directly to the roof of the hospital and waited.

Looking at the empty top floor, John sat down against the wall. He looked up at the faintly bright moon, and somewhat missed the time when he was investigating cases with Sherlock.At that time, no matter how bizarre and complicated the case was, as long as Sherlock was around, I would feel that no matter what, Sherlock would solve everything perfectly in the end, because he was so smart and decisive.He was so smart that he couldn't solve the bizarre and complicated cases, and he was so decisive that he knew he would be convicted, but in order to protect his dignity and Mary's identity from being exposed, he immediately shot and killed Magnussen.

After recalling the details of getting along with Sherlock, John realized that he was so dependent on Sherlock, the man who let go of his talents but protected himself everywhere.There was a satisfied smile on the corner of John's mouth, even if he died, he would die without regret if he met him in this life.

However, the reality did not allow John to immerse himself in the beauty for too long, and the gradually clear sound of footsteps made John stand up against the wall vigilantly.

Under the moonlight, the facial features of those who walked to the door were very clearly reflected in John's eyes.

Moriarty!

Before Moriarty realized the crisis, John took out the pistol in his waist and pointed it at Moriarty's forehead.

"John, put down the gun and come out." Moriarty walked to the light as if nothing had happened, without turning his head to look at him.

When John heard what Moriarty said, the hand holding the gun trembled slightly, and he was startled. How did Moriarty know that it was him and not Sherlock?

John thought about it for a second, killing him is the most important thing now, isn't that why he came here?

John didn't respond to Moriarty, hooked his index finger on the trigger, and pointed it at the back of Moriarty's head again.

"John, you are really a muscle." Moriarty turned to face John who was standing in the corner, raised the corner of his mouth on the right side, stared straight at John's face and said, "You kill me now, Don't you think about your children?"

When John heard the word "child", his movements froze and his body froze. He felt a little uneasy. If he shot so rashly, nothing bad would happen.

John fired the gun slowly, walked to the light, and asked through gritted teeth, "Moriarty, what are you trying to do?"

Moriarty felt that John's question was naive, and sneered, "John, you've been with Sherlock for so long, don't you know what I want to do?"

John didn't speak, just stared at Moriarty bitterly.

"Sherlock is so pitiful, he fell in love with such an elm bump like you." Moriarty snorted, "Doctor John, I'm too lazy to talk to you, where is Sherlock?"

John replied coldly: "I don't know."

Moriarty clicked his tongue in a serious manner: "It's really rare that Sherlock isn't with you."

John looked at Moriarty's provocative face and wanted to punch his face angrily.

John tightened his already clenched fists, suppressed his anger and said, "The matter of asking you out has nothing to do with Sherlock. I caught you out with Sherlock's cell phone."

Moriarty touched his chin, put his hands in his trouser pockets and said, "Very good, John, you have finally grown some courage."

John ignored Moriarty's false praise, but asked directly, "How do you know that it was me and not Sherlock who came to the top floor?"

Moriarty raised his eyebrows and shrugged, "Mr. John, haven't you noticed that you've been followed for so long?"

tracked?In this way, his newly rented apartment has been exposed, and Mrs. Hudson and the child... Thinking of this, John's palms were already sweating from nervousness and anxiety.

"Bastard!" John cursed in a low voice, then raised his head strong and calmly and asked, "Where are Mrs. Hudson and the child?"

Although John looked calm on the surface, his panicked eyes betrayed him.And all of this, Moriarty saw it.

Moriarty approached John, put his hand on his shoulder, and said with a smile, "You mean, do you want to see them now?"

Moriarty's smile reflected a dangerous warning in John's eyes.John snapped Moriarty's hand away and asked again, "Where are they?"

Moriarty moved his wrist, curled his lips and said, "You are so boring."

John grabbed Moriarty's collar, his eyes flashed a fierce light, John gritted his teeth, and asked word by word: "Where are they?"

Moriarty chuckled, and then burst out laughing, "Sure enough, the more you care, the more weaknesses you have, but your expression is better than the one I used to threaten Sherlock to jump off the building with your and Mrs. Hudson's lives back then." The time is better!" Moriarty pulled John's hand by the collar with both hands, "Since you want to see them so much, I'll let you reunite."

Moriarty snapped his fingers, and then a man in a black suit pushed Mrs. Hudson in through the stairway.Mrs. Hudson was holding the child and walked slowly, almost being pushed down by him.

Seeing John, Mrs. Hudson shouted excitedly, "John!"

"Mrs. Hudson, don't panic, I will save you and the child." John saw that the two were safe and sound, and the stone hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground.

John turned his head and asked coldly, "What exactly do you want?"

"My request is not much." Moriarty licked the corner of his mouth and said, "I want you to call Sherlock over."

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?" Mrs. Hudson raised her voice several decibels in surprise, "Why did you move out? Isn't it good to live here?"

John was left speechless by Mrs. Hudson's question. He didn't know how to explain it. After a pause for a while, he said lightly, "I like apartment 221B very much, Mrs. Hudson, but, you know, there are some things I can't tell myself..."

John's tone sounded depressed to Mrs. Hudson, and Mrs. Hudson comforted, "Honey, I know you're having a hard time these days..." Mrs. Hudson paused, "However, you are always welcome to move back to Apartment 221B."

"Well. Thank you, Mrs. Hudson." Although John's tone did not change, he was full of gratitude to Mrs. Hudson.

"So where do you live now?"

"It's in an apartment near the hospital. Mrs. Hudson, you come to the hospital first, and then I come to pick you up. The two of us meet at the entrance of the hospital."

Mrs. Hudson responded with a smile: "Okay, but you have to wait, the elderly move slowly."

"I'm not in a hurry." John also responded with a smile.

John hung up the phone, took the keys and wallet, and went out. John first went to the supermarket near the apartment to buy some supplies for the children, and then went to wait for Mrs. Hudson at the hospital gate.

John looked at his watch, and it was already past 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Looking at the pedestrians coming and going on the street, John felt a little uneasy. He always felt that the meeting with Moriarty tonight would not go as smoothly as he expected. However, John thought about it again, even if he couldn't take Moriarty's life, for Mary, even if he risked his life, Moriarty would lose arms and legs, and he would definitely have to pay the price!

Thinking of this, John felt relieved a lot, and focused on the taxis parked on the street.

After a while, Mrs. Hudson got out of a taxi.Although Mrs. Hudson has stepped into the ranks of the elderly, her whole body dress makes her look bright and energetic.

Mrs. Hudson's eyes were sharp, and some cars saw John standing by the pillar of the hospital, "John!"

John greeted him with a smile on his face, "Mrs. Hudson!"

After the two hugged each other in a friendly manner, Mrs. Hudson asked excitedly with a blushing face, "Where's the child?"

Seeing Mrs. Hudson's impatient look, John said with a smile, "At home, come back with me now."

"Great!" Mrs. Hudson patted John on the shoulder.

The two arrived at the apartment after walking for 5 minutes. As soon as they entered the house, Mrs. Hudson went straight to the bedroom, took the little guy out of the stroller, and coaxed and teased happily.

Mrs. Hudson stared at the little guy's face and said, "This little guy has eyebrows and eyes like you. Mouth like Mary."

"Really?" John walked over with a smile, and rubbed the little guy's smooth face with his index finger, "I didn't really see it."

"I'm sure it is, the old man's words are very accurate." Mrs. Hudson raised her head and winked at John triumphantly.

John smiled faintly: "Of course I believe your words, Mrs. Hudson."

John withdrew his hand and looked at the clock on the wall. It was 5 o'clock in the afternoon. The closer it was to night, the more disturbed John was.John was a little torn between whether he should leave the apartment early or cherish what might be his last time with the children and Mrs. Hudson.

Mrs. Hudson looked at John's absent-minded look, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

John recovered from his daze, looked at Mrs. Hudson and the child, cleared his throat, and said, "Uh... Mrs. Hudson, I guess I have to go out now."

"Oh! If you don't tell me, I'll almost forget it." Mrs. Hudson suddenly realized, "If you have something urgent, go there quickly. Don't worry about leaving the child to me."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson." John thanked again.

John looked at the child in Mrs. Hudson's arms reluctantly, turned around and walked to the door and said, "Mrs. Hudson, if I don't come back tomorrow, take the child back to Sherlock."

John knew that if he died like this, Sherlock would not forgive him.I know Sherlock's feelings for me, but I stubbornly and conservatively choose to bear the burden of responsibility and abandon the happy life within my reach.I went to revenge alone, not to mention that I didn't succeed in revenge, but entrusted the child to Sherlock to raise him after he died. This is almost like taking advantage of Sherlock's feelings for him and binding Sherlock forever in the circle he drew Here, Sherlock will never be able to easily obtain happiness.

When John thought of this, Sherlock's aggrieved eyes flashed in his mind, and there was a breathless pain in his heart.But John really couldn't imagine anyone else who could entrust the child to him with peace of mind. The debt owed in this life can only be repaid to Sherlock in the next life.John turned the handle and opened the door.

The little guy in Mrs. Hudson's arms suddenly writhed uncomfortably, and her little face was flushed from the crying that was about to burst out. Mrs. Hudson comforted: "Good boy, Dad is just going to work, don't worry .”

When John heard Mrs. Hudson's words, he couldn't help turning his head to look at the child. As soon as John's eyes touched the child's face, the child burst into tears.

Mrs. Hudson coaxed patiently: "What's the matter? Are you hungry?"

The child was still crying non-stop. After putting the child in the stroller, Mrs. Hudson hurried to the kitchen to make milk powder. Seeing John standing at the door, Mrs. Hudson comforted him, "Go quickly!" Well, the child is fine, I will take care of it."

The child's cries were like sharp knives piercing his heart, every sound made John's heart bloody with pain.John pursed his lips, glanced at the baby carriage in the house for the last time, nodded, closed the door, and left.

At 6 o'clock in the evening, John sat in a restaurant not far from the hospital and had a tasteless dinner. After dinner, John went to a store that could send letters on behalf of him, bought letter paper and envelopes, and sat at the table for Sherlock. Writing a letter, saying it was a letter, when John wrote Sherlock's name, the weight of the letter in front of him was almost like a suicide note.

After John finished writing the letter, he handed the letter to the clerk and explained the delivery time. After paying the money, he left. After John left, the clerk put the letter in the mailbox that will be sent out a week later.

After making all these preparations, John instantly felt much more relaxed physically and mentally.

Perhaps once a person abandons all concerns, he will not have so many worries about life.

John looked at his watch. It was 8 o'clock in the evening, and there were still two hours before the duel with Moriarty would begin. John touched the gun at his waist, feeling a lot more at ease.

John didn't know what else he could do in the next 2 hours, so he went directly to the roof of the hospital and waited.

Looking at the empty top floor, John sat down against the wall. He looked up at the faintly bright moon, and somewhat missed the time when he was investigating cases with Sherlock.At that time, no matter how bizarre and complicated the case was, as long as Sherlock was around, I would feel that no matter what, Sherlock would solve everything perfectly in the end, because he was so smart and decisive.He was so smart that he couldn't solve the bizarre and complicated cases, and he was so decisive that he knew he would be convicted, but in order to protect his dignity and Mary's identity from being exposed, he immediately shot and killed Magnussen.

After recalling the details of getting along with Sherlock, John realized that he was so dependent on Sherlock, the man who let go of his talents but protected himself everywhere.There was a satisfied smile on the corner of John's mouth, even if he died, he would die without regret if he met him in this life.

However, the reality did not allow John to immerse himself in the beauty for too long, and the gradually clear sound of footsteps made John stand up against the wall vigilantly.

Under the moonlight, the facial features of those who walked to the door were very clearly reflected in John's eyes.

Moriarty!

Before Moriarty realized the crisis, John took out the pistol in his waist and pointed it at Moriarty's forehead.

"John, put down the gun and come out." Moriarty walked to the light as if nothing had happened, without turning his head to look at him.

When John heard what Moriarty said, the hand holding the gun trembled slightly, and he was startled. How did Moriarty know that it was him and not Sherlock?

John thought about it for a second, killing him is the most important thing now, isn't that why he came here?

John didn't respond to Moriarty, hooked his index finger on the trigger, and pointed it at the back of Moriarty's head again.

"John, you are really a muscle." Moriarty turned to face John who was standing in the corner, raised the corner of his mouth on the right side, stared straight at John's face and said, "You kill me now, Don't you think about your children?"

When John heard the word "child", his movements froze and his body froze. He felt a little uneasy. If he shot so rashly, nothing bad would happen.

John fired the gun slowly, walked to the light, and asked through gritted teeth, "Moriarty, what are you trying to do?"

Moriarty felt that John's question was naive, and sneered, "John, you've been with Sherlock for so long, don't you know what I want to do?"

John didn't speak, just stared at Moriarty bitterly.

"Sherlock is so pitiful, he fell in love with such an elm bump like you." Moriarty snorted, "Doctor John, I'm too lazy to talk to you, where is Sherlock?"

John replied coldly: "I don't know."

Moriarty clicked his tongue in a serious manner: "It's really rare that Sherlock isn't with you."

John looked at Moriarty's provocative face and wanted to punch his face angrily.

John tightened his already clenched fists, suppressed his anger and said, "The matter of asking you out has nothing to do with Sherlock. I caught you out with Sherlock's cell phone."

Moriarty touched his chin, put his hands in his trouser pockets and said, "Very good, John, you have finally grown some courage."

John ignored Moriarty's false praise, but asked directly, "How do you know that it was me and not Sherlock who came to the top floor?"

Moriarty raised his eyebrows and shrugged, "Mr. John, haven't you noticed that you've been followed for so long?"

tracked?In this way, his newly rented apartment has been exposed, and Mrs. Hudson and the child... Thinking of this, John's palms were already sweating from nervousness and anxiety.

"Bastard!" John cursed in a low voice, then raised his head strong and calmly and asked, "Where are Mrs. Hudson and the child?"

Although John looked calm on the surface, his panicked eyes betrayed him.And all of this, Moriarty saw it.

Moriarty approached John, put his hand on his shoulder, and said with a smile, "You mean, do you want to see them now?"

Moriarty's smile reflected a dangerous warning in John's eyes.John snapped Moriarty's hand away and asked again, "Where are they?"

Moriarty moved his wrist, curled his lips and said, "You are so boring."

John grabbed Moriarty's collar, his eyes flashed a fierce light, John gritted his teeth, and asked word by word: "Where are they?"

Moriarty chuckled, and then burst out laughing, "Sure enough, the more you care, the more weaknesses you have, but your expression is better than the one I used to threaten Sherlock to jump off the building with your and Mrs. Hudson's lives back then." The time is better!" Moriarty pulled John's hand by the collar with both hands, "Since you want to see them so much, I'll let you reunite."

Moriarty snapped his fingers, and then a man in a black suit pushed Mrs. Hudson in through the stairway.Mrs. Hudson was holding the child and walked slowly, almost being pushed down by him.

Seeing John, Mrs. Hudson shouted excitedly, "John!"

"Mrs. Hudson, don't panic, I will save you and the child." John saw that the two were safe and sound, and the stone hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground.

John turned his head and asked coldly, "What exactly do you want?"

"My request is not much." Moriarty licked the corner of his mouth and said, "I want you to call Sherlock over."

☆、Sherlock

The author has something to say: this period of time was relatively busy, and then the update was tragically terminated.I have finally written two chapters in the past few days, and I want to finish them together on May [-]st, but I really can't bear my temper.Let's post it first.Happy "May Day" in advance~

Enjoy everyone, and thanks for your support!good night~

After John heard Moriarty's words, his heart trembled. Although he knew that Moriarty had always regarded Sherlock as his opponent, but using such a despicable method to put Sherlock at a disadvantage made John's inner anger unstoppable. Swells repressibly in the atrium.

John pursed his lips, took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and said calmly, "I just said that this has nothing to do with Sherlock."

Moriarty snorted coldly: "He will never have nothing to do with you, John."

When John heard this, he knew it was impossible for Moriarty to change his mind.John's body trembled as the anger at Moriarty's despicable methods mingled with the regret at his lack of caution.

Moriarty narrowed his eyes and looked at John's slightly trembling fist, and said with a smile, "Okay, John, accept your fate, why did you become each other's 'best friend' after getting along with him for so long?"

Moriarty deliberately emphasized the word "best friend", and John looked up and gave Moriarty a hard look.

Moriarty was not impressed by John's knife-like eyes, and turned his back to Mrs. Hudson.

John's intuition told him that Moriarty must be trying to take the child away from Mrs. Hudson!

"Stop! Everything is coming at me!" John yelled immediately, calling to stop Moriarty.

Moriarty sneered and stretched out his finger to poke the little guy's pink cheek, then turned his head and raised his eyebrows at John: "Okay, John, what are you going to do?"

John looked at Mrs. Hudson and the child in her arms, looking a little frustrated.The hostages were in Moriarty's hands, and he had nothing he could do.

John, you're fucking useless!After a low curse in his heart, John gritted his teeth, raised his head, took out his cell phone and said slowly to Moriarty, "I'm calling."

Moriarty raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, and raised his head to signal John to call immediately.

In the quiet night, there is only the sound of "huhu" from the breeze blowing by the ear, but at this moment, the sound of the mobile phone button suddenly rang, breaking the original tranquility, and the air was frozen because of the tense atmosphere at this time.

After pressing the call button, all the nerves in John's whole body tensed up, and he could only hear his own "thumping" heartbeat.

"Hello?" After three rings, Sherlock's familiar deep and magnetic voice came over.

John's hand holding the phone couldn't help tightening, and after a long silence, he slowly said, "Sherlock, it's me, John."

"I know. What's the matter?" Sherlock's voice was flat, revealing indifference.

Although John felt a little worried, he quickly replied calmly: "Can I ask you out?"

After a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, he replied: "When?"

John glanced at Moriarty who was standing beside Mrs. Hudson, and said with difficulty, "Now."

There was still a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then slowly said: "Where are you?"

"I'll wait for you on the top floor of the hospital." After John finished speaking, he hung up the phone, as if hearing Sherlock's voice again, he couldn't help but want to tell the truth and tell him not to come to the appointment.

John looked down at the ground and squeezed the phone in his hand. The whole person hadn't recovered from his entangled emotions, and he froze in place.John's palms were sweating, and the breeze made John feel his hands were a little cold.

A sudden burst of loud applause jolted John awake from his stupor, and looked up at the source of the sound—Moriarty.

"Great, John!" Moriarty lowered his hands, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing his excitement at this moment. "The four of you will be reunited soon." After Moriarty finished speaking, his face was distorted with a smile.

Looking at Moriarty's abnormal posture, John stood there quietly, frowning.

Moriarty immediately wiped his face, and suddenly looked like a different person, looking straight into John's eyes calmly, as if nothing happened just now.

"Okay, now we'll just wait"