Detective Sherlock

Here comes the hero'. Moriarty turned his back, opened his arms, and raised his head to let the clear moonlight shine on his whole body. At this moment, the corners of Moriarty's upturned mouth seemed to declare that he was the master of all this.

John looked at Moriarty's back, and his heart moved. If he took advantage of Moriarty's weakened defenses and took the opportunity to kill him, with his own skills, he would be able to shoot Moriarty before his assistants reacted. Crash him!

John's right hand slowly slid into his waist and held the gun. Just as John was about to draw out the gun, Moriarty suddenly turned around, quickly pulled out the gun from his waist, raised his hand and shot John!

"Bang!" Only one gunshot was heard in the quiet night.

Before John could react, he only felt a numbness in his right arm, followed by more and more clear pain spreading in his right arm.

Although John was shot, the pain made John, who is a military doctor, feel that the shot he was shot was nothing compared to the psychological and physical pain that soldiers suffered when their arms and legs were broken on the battlefield. Mention, so John's inner military quality made John block all the painful screams in his throat, and only let out a muffled snort.

The blood from the right arm slowly snaked down the arm, drop by drop, leaving a small pool of shocking bright red on the concrete floor.

Moriarty didn't react too much when he saw that John was shot, and said with a smile, "Sure enough, being a soldier is different." Moriarty tilted his head and motioned to the assistant behind him.The assistant behind him immediately put the gun on Mrs. Hudson's forehead.

Seeing John's body tremble, Moriarty raised the corners of his mouth triumphantly, "John, I told you not to act rashly. Do you really want to watch them die before your eyes?"

Because of the pain and blood loss in his right arm, John was so exhausted that his entire back was soaked in cold sweat. Hearing these words, the blood on his face faded completely, and his whole body was a little shaky.

John took a breath, bit his pale lips, and said with difficulty: "I don't want to move any more, don't move them."

Moriarty came over, looked at John's pale face, shook his head pretending to be regretful, patted John's face lightly and said, "If I knew it was like this, why did I do it in the first place."

"..." John looked up and glared at Moriarty.

Moriarty turned around with a smile, sat on the concrete pier, looked at John and said slowly, "John, do you know why I wanted to kill Mary?"

A trace of surprise and resentment flashed in John's eyes, but he immediately calmed down and asked coldly, "Why?"

"Because..." Moriarty just opened his mouth, but only heard a "bang" gunshot!

Moriarty quickly dodged to the left, and the gun hit the concrete wall behind him, creating a bright and dazzling spark in the dark night.

John turned his head immediately, looking for the source of the gunshots.Standing at the door is - Sherlock!The corner of John's mouth twitched unconsciously.

Moriarty stood up straight, smiled at the serious Sherlock, "It's really dangerous!" Moriarty spread his hands and said, "Sherlock, did you just plan to kill me?"

Sherlock didn't speak, and walked in through the door.The moonlight poured down and shone on Sherlock. From John's perspective, the expression on Sherlock's face softened a little.

When Sherlock walked past John, he glanced at John indifferently, then met Moriarty's eyes, and said slowly, "What if I answered 'yes'?"

Moriarty looked at the provocative look in Sherlock's eyes, and laughed instantly, "Hahaha...Sherlock, you are indeed my opponent." Moriarty turned up his mouth and walked to Hudson Behind the wife, he pointed a pistol at Mrs. Hudson's temple and said, "Are you not afraid that I will kill this old woman with a single shot?"

Sherlock raised his pistol, aimed at Moriarty's forehead and said calmly, "If you dare to shoot, I swear, I will blow your head off in the next second!"

Moriarty put down the gun, walked towards Sherlock and said, "Sherlock, put the gun down, how about we play a game?"

Sherlock put away his gun, looked at Moriarty who was 3 meters away from him, and said, "If you want to play a game with me, let Mrs. Hudson, the child and John go first."

John opened his eyes wide in shock, looking at the back of Sherlock who was standing not far from him, he was speechless in surprise.

Moriarty sneered, curled his lips and said, "Sherlock, don't take yourself too seriously, you know, I'm the one taking hostages and threatening you now."

With a calm face, Sherlock looked at Moriarty fixedly and said, "Moriarty, you just want to know if I have solved the problem you left me, and this itself is a problem for you and me. I'm playing a game." Sherlock shrugged, "If you don't let them go, are you sure you want to show your embarrassing past to the whole of Britain? Mycroft is ready to arrest you at any time .”

Moriarty was stunned for a moment, but soon smiled and said, "Sherlock, you can let him go, but your brain is worth at most two lives of the old woman and the child, John is not worth it."

Sherlock quickly searched in his mind for any other conditions that could restrain Moriarty, but John said first: "You let them go, I will stay."

Sherlock turned to look at John, who pressed his right arm and nodded slowly to Sherlock.

Sherlock looked at John's injured arm, a trace of worry obviously flashed in his eyes, but Sherlock hid his eyes well in the dark night.

Sherlock turned his head and said to Moriarty, "John stays, let him go."

Moriarty tilted his head and gave the assistant a look. The assistant pushed Mrs. Hudson forward. Mrs. Hudson staggered a few steps, but luckily she did not fall.

Mrs. Hudson walked slowly towards Sherlock. Sherlock didn't look at Mrs. Hudson, but just stared at Moriarty who was still smiling, afraid that Moriarty would play other tricks.

Just when Mrs. Hudson passed by Sherlock, Sherlock grabbed Mrs. Hudson and rubbed his fingers on the little guy's face, saying, "Take care, little Sherlock." Then Sherlock raised his head and rushed to He Mrs. Desen said: "Take care, Mrs. Hudson."

Mrs. Hudson looked at Sherlock in disbelief, and her whole body trembled because of this farewell that seemed to be a life-and-death farewell.Mrs. Hudson opened her mouth, but no words came out.Sherlock smiled and put his hand on Mrs. Hudson's, signaling Mrs. Hudson not to get excited.

Moriarty said impatiently, "Tsk", "What are you dawdling around for? Do you want me to change my mind on the spot?"

Sherlock withdrew his hand, and Mrs. Hudson left immediately, as if she wanted to escape from the terrible hell immediately.

John looked at the back of Mrs. Hudson, thinking of the child in her arms who was not yet full moon, his eyes were a little wet, and the scene in front of him was a little blurry. John tried to open his eyes wide to prevent the tears from streaming down. John shouted: "Hey! Mrs. Desen, help me take good care of the baby!"

Mrs. Hudson froze, then disappeared through the door without looking back.

"Okay, the game has begun!" Moriarty's slightly excited voice made Sherlock and John's eyes focus on himself.

Sherlock stared at Moriarty's face, and said after a moment, "I'll stay with you to the end."

Looking at the two people facing each other in front of him, John's heart beat uncomfortably. The uneasiness made John frown.

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The author has something to say: Sure enough, I was able to come up with such a bloody plot because I watched too much at [-] o'clock. (To be honest, I really don't follow dramas very much)

It's bloody enough, I can't stand it anymore.The amount of help.

Happy eating, everyone, go to bed~

It is estimated that there are still 2 or 3 chapters and it may be over.May Day will definitely be over!I promise!

"The answer is straightforward enough." Moriarty pursed his lips, took out a gun from the inside of his coat, raised his head to meet Sherlock's eyes, and said in a nonchalant tone: "My gun has 6 bullets. Now I'm only leaving one shot in the gun."

After Moriarty finished speaking, he covered a bullet hole in the chamber with his index finger.With a flick of the pistol, 5 rounds of yellow bullets fell to the ground one after another, and the crisp "jingling" sound was extremely loud in the night.

"There is only one bullet left now, and whoever hits depends on luck." The playful smile on the corner of Moriarty's mouth did not fade away, "One person at a time, let the other party die as much as possible in what you have That time right." After Moriarty finished speaking, he raised his pistol and pointed it at Sherlock's forehead.

Moriarty just hooked his index finger on the trigger, watching Moriarty's movements, John was so nervous that he could only hear his own heartbeat.

"Wait!" John yelled, "This is not fair! The first shot should be decided by God!" John's pale face became even more pale with tension.

"Oh?" Moriarty put down the gun in his hand, glanced at John provocatively and said, "What do you want to do?"

John hadn't figured out how to turn the situation around, and was breaking out in a cold sweat. At this moment, Sherlock's steady and powerful voice sounded, "Moriarty, let's talk first. It won't be too late to play the game after we finish talking." " Sherlock's eyes were shining brightly in the dark night, which made Moriarty hesitate.

After a while, Moriarty folded his arms around his chest and snorted coldly, "That's fine too, it's not bad to play with you for a while longer."

Seeing Moriarty put away his gun, John finally breathed a sigh of relief, but Moriarty was not going to give them a chance to breathe.

"Then, Sherlock, explain to John why I killed Mary." Moriarty looked at Sherlock with a look in his eyes full of jokes, because he believed that Sherlock would uncover John The Wound is the funniest play ever.

When John heard this, his chest stagnated, and his breathing was a little unsteady.Didn't Sherlock say he didn't know why Moriarty wanted to kill Mary?Does Sherlock still have something to hide from himself?John suddenly felt a little dizzy, and John blinked his glasses vigorously, staring at the back of Sherlock in front of him.

Sherlock looked at the obvious teasing in Moriarty's eyes calmly, and said slowly, "Is it because of Lyle?"

Moriarty's body froze for a moment, but he quickly squinted his eyes, looked at Sherlock, and waited for the next sentence.

"Because Mary killed Lyle, so you killed Mary." Sherlock stared at Moriarty, paused and said, "Because Lyle is your younger brother."

The answer was so simple that it could be summed up in one sentence, but it still gave John a lot of shock. John looked at Moriarty in surprise.

The smile on Moriarty's face was a bit stiff, but in the next second, Moriarty quickly burst into laughter: "Hahaha... Sherlock, have you watched too much at eight o'clock? This kind of boring You can figure out the plot too?" Moriarty wiped the corners of his eyes in a serious manner, "If such a reasoning is told, you will laugh your ass off, great detective - Sherlock Holmes." Moriarty The still upturned corner of his mouth showed his arrogance at this time.

Sherlock just glanced at Moriarty lightly, and said calmly, "Moriarty, don't you even have the courage to admit it?"

Moriarty seemed to be trampled on by others because of his wanton self-esteem, and roared: "It's nonsense! Don't make up falsehoods for me!" Moriarty's uncharacteristic behavior made John look suspiciously at him because Moriarty lowered his head so that he couldn't see his face clearly.

Seeing Moriarty's excited expression, Sherlock raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Don't think that what you do is impenetrable, Moriarty, as long as you do it, you will always leave a mark."

Moriarty just stood there, unresponsive.

Sherlock pursed his lips and said, "Lyle Joseph——was born in a small town in Exeter. Because of the high debts owed by his family, his parents couldn't bear the hardships of their two children. Tired, they put them at the gate of the orphanage. After the two were taken in by the orphanage, they grew up happily, but later the adoptive family chose the younger Lyle. My brother wanted to let Lyle live a warm and happy life. , and has never appeared in Lyle's life since then."

Moriarty's dropped hand trembled slightly.

Sherlock put his hands into his coat pockets and said: "When Lyle grew up, he entered Michael's company and became a white-collar worker. Lisa, a colleague in the company, fell in love with Lyle at first sight, but was troubled by Michael's repeated harassment without revealing it. Heart track." Sherlock paused, "Michael's desire for excitement finally encouraged him to distort his mentality and give birth to the idea of ​​murdering and framing. And this scapegoat is--Lyle."

Moriarty raised his head and looked at Sherlock with killing intent in his eyes.

Sherlock didn't care, but went on to say: "Lyle was imprisoned unjustly, but Michael was still worried, and spent a lot of money to hire the killer organization that Mary belonged to, so that Lyle disappeared from this world. After all, the dead can't speak. " Sherlock took out the blue plastic bag from his coat pocket, held it in his hand and said, "The diary and tapes contained in this blue plastic bag in my hand are full of Mary's remorse and guilt back then. But what Mary did Nothing can make you change your mind, you killed her after all." Sherlock squeezed the plastic bag tightly in his hand, stared at Moriarty and said, "Because you still can't stand Mary killing you. the only family member."

Moriarty watched Sherlock finish speaking, and suddenly sneered, his words were interrupted by the laughter, but he could still hear what he said: "Yes! I am Lyle's brother!"

John looked at Moriarty's distorted face that lost his conceit and composure while smiling, and bit his lower lip.

Moriarty approached Sherlock, his voice was very calm: "Sherlock, Lyle was not wrong, but he was framed and killed in the end. My brother didn't know that Lyle suffered so much afterward. How incompetent this brother is." Moriarty's voice gradually became a little resentful, "So, the guy who killed him, I will definitely send him to hell!"

Moriarty walked past Sherlock, stood in front of John and said, "Who called Mary a killer? I don't want to."

John met Moriarty's eyes, and the sadness in his eyes made John freeze for a moment, bewildered.

"I don't want to either, John, forgive me." The pleading in Moriarty's eyes made John open his mouth in disbelief.

"I..." John's mind suddenly went blank. Mary's black tombstone, the little guy who was still waiting to be fed, and Sherlock's indifferent expression all flooded into his mind, making John's temples throb.

"However, these are not enough reasons for you to kill Mary!" Sherlock turned around and shouted, "Mary can't help herself! And she has already made a confession, so many years of hiding her name and living in fear, she has already died. It's the retribution God gave her, you shouldn't take her life anymore!"

Looking at Sherlock's trembling body due to anger, John felt a sense of warmth and distress in his heart.

"Yeah, when is the time for retribution, and this will never end." Moriarty turned to face Sherlock and said, "So I'm bringing you together and want to tell you what I think ?”

"I don't think you're here to seek our forgiveness for such a despicable act." Sherlock looked at Moriarty with obvious guard in his eyes.

Moriarty looked at Sherlock's serious face and said with a smile: "Don't look at people with old eyes, didn't I tell you? Am I just so capricious? So, I'm here today to seek your forgiveness." The smile on the corner of Riati's mouth does seem to give people a harmless feeling at the moment.

Sherlock frowned, looked at the corner of Moriarty's mouth, narrowed his eyes and said, "I don't think so, no matter how you change, Moriarty will never become a good person."

Moriarty was stunned for a moment, then quickly smiled and said, "I'll be a good person and show you."

Moriarty took out the pistol at his waist and gave Sherlock a wicked smile: "Since I killed Mary, a life is worth a life, logically, I should shoot myself, right?"

Moriarty handed the handle of the pistol to Sherlock, "But it's up to God, Sherlock, if the only bullet in the pistol doesn't hit my head from the chamber, then That is to say, God thinks that I cannot die, so from now on, everything between us will be canceled, and I will never pester you again."

Seeing that Sherlock just stared at him without any movement, Moriarty put the pistol into Sherlock's hand and said with a smile, "Take the gun and aim it at my forehead!"

Moriarty took two steps back, raised his eyebrows, and signaled Sherlock to aim at him.

Sherlock's grip on the gun tightened, and then he raised his hand and pointed the muzzle at Moriarty. The moment his index finger was about to put the trigger, John's voice came to his ears.

"No! Sherlock! Don't get your hands dirty again for me or for Mary!" John never wanted Sherlock to leave any charges for himself or bear a heavy psychological burden for himself.This should have ended long ago.Revenge is just to seek psychological comfort. Even if I avenge myself, Mary will never come back anyway. Compared with revenge, I don't want that Xia who was originally resigned to her talent and went her own way but revealed warmth and peace of mind. Locke became so strange and cold-blooded that he didn't even know him!

Sherlock turned his head and looked at John with infinite warmth in his eyes.

And the next second, there was a "bang" gunshot, and everything seemed to be in slow motion. Shocked by the impact of the bullet, Sherlock's body bowed backwards, and then, slowly, his body lost his balance, tilted, and rolled over. On the ground, Sherlock was shot!

John couldn't believe what just happened in front of him anyway. His whole body seemed to be sucked away by a black hole of panic and fear. John couldn't help shaking and trembling all over his body. Finally, his legs softened and he knelt down on the ground, watching The bright red blood dripped from Sherlock's chest, and John cried out in grief with blurred eyes: "Sherlock!"

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The author has something to say: Happy May Day~ There is another day off tomorrow~

Resolutely send it up today!

Sure enough, I feel very unfinished, but, forgive me, I only have this ability.

"Sherlock!!!" John's mournful cry resounded throughout the night sky.

Seeing Sherlock still lying on the ground, John felt his heart ache as if it had been torn in two.

Moriarty looked at the tear-stained John, and was so ecstatic that he couldn't suppress the twitching corners of his mouth, "Hahaha!! John, you lost Sherlock, you can feel the pain in my heart when I lost my brother!"

John raised his head abruptly, staring straight at Moriarty's face, the eyes cast from his eyes that were red with anger and hatred almost burned a hole in Moriarty's face.

"How is it?" The corner of Moriarty's mouth changed into an elegant smile, "Doesn't it feel good?"

John bowed his head in silence, but his body trembled violently.Moriarty thought that John was completely overwhelmed by Sherlock's shooting, and he was powerless to fight back, so he laughed sheepishly: "John, you are too naive, how could I, Moriarty, give up so easily?"

The next second, John took advantage of Moriarty's unpreparedness and suddenly pulled out a gun from his waist, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" He fired 3 shots at Moriarty!

Moriarty obviously did not expect John to be able to suppress the pain of being shot in the right arm and the blow of Sherlock being shot and shoot himself. Although he dodged the two bullets in front sensitively, he was caught off guard after all, and was shot in the shoulder. gun.

Moriarty snorted, and said with a sneer, "As expected of a military doctor, even if he is injured, the deviation of marksmanship is still so small."

It's just that Moriarty didn't know that John pressed the bloody and sticky wound on his right arm with his left hand, and used the pain to force himself to stay awake in the fact that Sherlock was shot, so that he could shoot accurately.

John threw the pistol on the ground, ignored Moriarty, stood up unsteadily, and walked towards Sherlock.

Seeing that John didn't respond at all, Moriarty signaled the assistant behind him to point his gun at John.

"The purpose of gathering you together is to let you die together!" Moriarty smiled sinisterly, "John, I am an antisocial person." Moriarty's eyes suddenly burst into madness. Guang, "Since it's time for retribution, I'll kill you all! We will never have any future troubles!"

After listening to John, he just glanced at Moriarty lightly, without any reaction.

Whether it is life or death, Sherlock is already dead, and he has no intention of living.She owed so much to Sherlock, and in the end even his life was ruined because of his impulsive revenge plan.

John knelt down beside Sherlock, put Sherlock's head on his lap, gently brushed the curly hair on Sherlock's forehead, and watched Sherlock quietly, as if he had just fallen asleep peacefully.

"Goodbye, John." After Moriarty finished speaking, he snapped his fingers at the assistant behind him.

John closed his eyes, ready to accept death.

"Bang!" With a sound, John felt himself being pushed aside vigorously by a hand, and rolled aside.

John struggled to straighten up and looked at his body, where he was not hit by the bullet.Moriarty, who was not far away, fell to the ground in response, the blood on his head spread on the ground, and a bright red flower bloomed.

Before the assistant had time to react, he was shot in the head in the next second and fell beside Moriarty.

Suddenly a small group of soldiers wearing helmets and police uniforms broke in from the door, carrying machine guns in their hands to investigate the situation.

A person who seemed to be the team leader said into the microphone next to his ear: "The situation is normal, you can come in."

Then, a man in a suit and leather shoes with a cane appeared at the door, walking slowly in his direction. John fixed his eyes and saw that it was McCaw.

Mycroft looked at John's surprised eyes, a little funny, but asked with concern: "How is it? John, are you not hurt?"

John nodded, and then suddenly remembered that someone pushed him away with his hand just now. John immediately turned his head to stare at Sherlock lying on the ground, and asked cautiously, "Sherlock? Are you still alive?".

Hearing John's voice, Sherlock frowned, endured the pain, half-closed his eyes and said to himself, "You're dead, what about Little Sherlock?"

After being stunned for a second, John immediately rushed forward in surprise and hugged Sherlock.

Because Sherlock was half-embraced by John and dragged to the chest wound, he "hissed" in pain, "This gun hurts even more than the one given by Mary."

Seeing Sherlock miraculously come back to life, John's eyes blurred with excitement, "You're not dead! That's great! Sherlock!"

"Don't be happy just now." Sherlock turned his head and said coldly to Mycroft: "If you come later, John will die!"

McCoff recruited someone to bring a stretcher, looked at Sherlock's distorted expression due to the pain of the wound, curled his lips and said: "You'd better stop wasting your energy and be serious with me, otherwise, you may lose too much blood .”

Sherlock rolled his eyes at Mycroft, closed his eyes silently, and let himself be manipulated onto the stretcher.

Just as John was about to follow, he heard Mycroft stop himself, "John, I have something to tell you."

John glanced at Sherlock who was looking at him on the stretcher, and then walked aside with Mycroft with peace of mind.

"John, I'll leave Sherlock to you. In the next few days, I'll probably have to deal with Moriarty's affairs." Mycroft sighed heavily after speaking, with a headache on his face.

"I'll take care of him." After John finished speaking, he turned and walked out the door, went downstairs, and got into the ambulance.

Sherlock happened to be anesthetized, and the doctor was taking a bullet from his chest.The bullet deviated from the position of the heart, but the entrance was not shallow.Looking at Sherlock's bloody chest, John felt a convulsive pain in his heart.

"Sherlock...I..." John sat beside Sherlock, hesitant to speak, his face full of guilt and apology.

"It's okay, John." Sherlock looked at John's pale lips, "It doesn't hurt at all."

John's eyes were a little moist, after all, if Moriarty aimed a little more, Sherlock might be dead.

At this time, the doctor just took out the bullet and threw it into the plate with a "dang".After the wound was bandaged, Sherlock's blood transfusion began.

Sherlock winked at the nurse and smiled gently: "Miss Nurse, the man next to me was shot in the right arm, please help him deal with it."

Only then did John realize that his right arm was still injured.

"Okay." The nurse walked to John and cut open John's sleeve with scissors, exposing its ferocious face from the wound.

"Have you been injured for a while?" The nurse frowned as she looked at the wound that was somewhat coagulated but mixed with blood.

"About 2 or 3 hours." As a military doctor, John is still very confident in his judgment on the wound.

After the nurse listened, she looked at John with something indescribable in his eyes, which seemed to be an emotion of regret.

"Yeah." The nurse just pondered for a while, then silently brought a medicine tray and gave John anesthesia, and then began to take the bullets.As a person in the medical field, John actually knew the meaning of regret in the nurse's heart.The injury lasted for too long and the blood loss was too much. When these two factors were combined, even if the wound healed, there would still be some inconvenience in using this arm.

But Sherlock didn't die, John was already very pleased with this alone, even if this arm was abolished, he felt it was worth it.Thinking of this, John silently looked at Sherlock who had fallen asleep, and smiled contentedly.

After the nurse finished bandaging John, she motioned for John to sit close to Sherlock for a blood transfusion.

After the nurse transfused John's blood, she silently went to pack things.

"Thank you." John nodded his thanks, and the nurse pursed her lips in return for a gentle smile.

John was transfused, looking at Sherlock on the bed, his heart was filled with peace of mind, and the tight strings in his head were finally loosened.Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, John felt a little groggy, and his eyelids finally couldn't resist the fatigue, and slowly closed.

When John woke up, the smell of hospital disinfectant and the white quilt told John that he was in the hospital.

John turned his head and found that this was an independent ward, and it seemed that the whole room was by himself.

John wanted to raise his hand to lift the quilt, but with a little force, his right arm felt a pain. John froze, and the uncomfortable pain made him frown.But at the moment John only wanted to know the whereabouts of Sherlock, so he ignored the pain in his right arm, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

John was putting on his shoes by the bed when a man broke in suddenly.

"Good morning, you're finally awake."

John raised his head when he heard the sound, and Mycroft looked at him with a smile.

John didn't bother to say hello at all at the moment, and asked straight to the point: "Where is Sherlock?"

Mycroft watched John stand up, raised the right corner of his mouth and smiled, "It's in the ward next to yours, and he hasn't woken up yet."

"I'll go see him." John was about to take a step after finishing speaking.

"Don't worry, John, he's not in danger." Mycroft seemed to have something to say to himself.

John sat on the edge of the bed, looked up at McCoff and said, "What are you going to say?"

When Mycroft heard John's question, there was a flash of appreciation in his eyes, and then he smiled and said: "It's not really important." McCoff walked to the window with a cane, turned his head to stare at John and said, "Mo I have already reported the matter of Riati to the queen, and this matter is over, so there is no need to worry about it."

John nodded and said, "Well, I see."

McCoff walked in front of John, put his hand on John's shoulder and said, "Then there's Sherlock's matter. Although his injuries are not fatal, I hope you can keep an eye on him recently and don't do anything earth-shattering again. things."

John smiled and said, "Even if you don't say it, I will do it."

Mycroft rubbed his chin, thoughtfully said: "Hehe, Sherlock is so lucky, he finally made a friend."

John looked at Mycroft with a puzzled look on his face, and McCoff just smiled faintly without explaining.

"Okay, let's stop chatting here, I have to go back and write the report." After giving John a smile, Mycroft turned and walked towards the door and said, "Help me take care of Sherlock, thank you!"

John looked at the back of Mycroft, thought for a while, stood up, and looked at Sherlock in the next ward.

The room was very quiet, and Sherlock was lying on the hospital bed.Sherlock's curly hair reflects a brown luster under the sunlight. Sherlock's fair skin is even more translucent white under the sunlight. His lips are not as pale as before after being injured. , finally had a trace of blood.

John stood quietly by the bed and stared at Sherlock, as if he wanted to see Sherlock in his eyes and engrave it on his heart.

Suddenly Sherlock frowned and moved his head, with an uncomfortable look on his face.John hurried forward and touched Sherlock's forehead with his palm.

Some are slightly hot. Could it be that the wound infection caused the fever?

John bent over to press the call button on the bedside, but he was unexpectedly held by a powerful big hand. Unexpectedly, John staggered and fell on Sherlock.

"Ugh!" John exclaimed.

"Hush." ​​Sherlock closed his eyes and whispered in John's ear, "If you scream too loud, the nurse will be called."

John sighed helplessly, leaning on the edge of the bed with his hands to get up, but was forced back on himself by Sherlock.

"Sherlock, let me go." John turned his head and looked at Sherlock with a sullen expression on his face.

"Don't let it go!" Sherlock opened his right eye and looked at John, with a cheeky look on his face, "Let me charge the battery like this for a while."

John watched Sherlock close his eyes with enjoyment, struggling to get up, his golden hair accidentally brushed Sherlock's thin lips.

"Oh!" Sherlock suddenly yelled in pain in John's ear, and John immediately obediently remained still, turned his head, looked at Sherlock and asked eagerly, "What's wrong? Is the wound open?"

"Hmm..." Sherlock opened his eyes, looked at John's anxious profile, and sighed, "I told you not to move."

John was afraid that if he struggled again, the wound would get worse, so he lay on Sherlock's body without moving.

Sherlock took the opportunity to lightly touch John's ear with his lips. The familiar smell and the soft touch of the blond hair around his ear made Sherlock smile with satisfaction after he succeeded.

"Sherlock!" John knew that Sherlock must be playing tricks on him again, so he broke free from Sherlock's restraints, propped himself up, and stood up.

Sherlock looked at John's frown and said with a smile, "Don't be angry, John!" Sherlock pursed his lips and said, "I just... miss you so much."

John didn't expect Sherlock to say such nasty words in such a serious manner, so he couldn't help laughing out loud, "Sherlock...hahaha...you..." John looked at Sherlock's awkward expression on his head, very He quickly suppressed his laughter, raised the corners of his mouth, looked at Sherlock with a gentle smile and said, "Well, I know."

Sherlock turned to look at John, eyes widening in disbelief.

"Sherlock!!!" John's mournful cry resounded throughout the night sky.

Seeing Sherlock still lying on the ground, John felt his heart ache as if it had been torn in two.

Moriarty looked at the tear-stained John, and was so ecstatic that he couldn't suppress the twitching corners of his mouth, "Hahaha!! John, you lost Sherlock, you can feel the pain in my heart when I lost my brother!