Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Sherlock took out a volume from a pile of untitled leather notebooks beside him, placed it on his slender fingers, and turned to a page, which was full of indecipherable symbols, "If you can understand this notebook," he said Say, "It will enlighten you a little bit."

John Watson took it, and it was covered with ink symbols and ancient and incomprehensible patterns, "I think it looks like reading a book from heaven."

"Hmph," Sherlock said, "Doctor Watson, if you were really smart enough, you wouldn't be entangled with me now, sitting so close to me, you are a brave fool."

"I'm not stupid, I have normal intelligence, I'm an excellent doctor, and I can understand a lot of esoteric academic materials." John Watson angrily defended his head.

"Then do you understand what is written in this note?"

"I know."

Sherlock stared at him. "I don't want any misunderstanding this time, Dr. Watson. Do you really understand?"

John Watson bit his thin, bright red lower lip in front of his eyes, and softened his posture, "These are full of ghostly symbols."

"Hmph. Stubbornness is your bad habit. You have been like this since you were a child? Do you treat everyone like this? Who can make you tell the truth thoroughly in your daily life?"

John Wah pinched his notebook angrily, and glared at him, "I know you can hear other people's inner voices, which is amazing, stop showing off this ability in front of me, and explain it to me!"

"Okay, impatient little doctor, what I'm going to explain to you now will be hard for you to accept, but whether you accept it or not, it's the truth," Sherlock sat closer, his shoulder pressed against John's. On Watson's shoulder, a white collarbone was exposed under the sheet wrapped around him. He rested a finger on the paper, "This is a relatively simple language, Dr. Watson. To decipher it, you must Know that it is an ancient Russian dialect that has not been used for hundreds of years. This set of notes is very old. Its authors have been copying it since the last century. Here is the first sentence. It means that the ancient During the period, a group of people haunted the northern part of the Caspian Sea." Sherlock paused, "Sorry, it's not 'people', a more appropriate word should be 'race'."

"What race?" said John Watson.

"Blood clan, this is just one of the sayings that are spread in the world. Different countries have different names. For example, the most common name is vampire. In Poland, blood clan is also said to be living zombies and living dead. In Bulgaria, Vampires are also described as people from the grave, although the meanings of these races are completely different, but ordinary people will confuse these races together, but the blood race is the blood race."

"I don't understand what you're saying," said John Watson.

"Then I won't tell you the names of blood races in Africa and Asia, take care of your head," Sherlock seemed to want to put John Watson's head in his palm and spin it in contempt, "'North Have you ever heard the old man say the word 'Philato'?"

John Watson looked at him blankly.

Sherlock Holmes sighed in despair at his mind, "Then, the Vampire Count Dracula always knows?"

John Watson immediately picked up the story, "I know this! You want to tell me a ghost story?" John Watson asked innocently.

"Yes, dear doctor, let me tell you a story about vampires. Nosferatu is Dracula's old surname, which comes from his ancestors," Sherlock smiled wisely, "You must listen It has been said that the living dead are immortal, wandering around at night, soulless monsters, cursed to wander forever, sleeping in coffins filled with soil from their hometown, crawling out every night to suck the blood of living people, they are also deformed Monsters can take the form of bats or wolves, vampires can turn into mist, and their victims can turn into vampires."

John Watson thought for a while, "What does this have to do with you?"

Sherlock smiled, "These are folklore. A vampire cannot turn into a white mist, nor can it turn into a bat or turn into a werewolf. This concept is confusing. Vampires and werewolves are two different sides of the same dark coin." , They are not of the same origin, and they are not of the same race. The legend in the world is that vampires have great power, but also have a fatal weakness. Without an invitation, a vampire cannot enter a house, no matter in human form, animal form or smoke. Vampires have superb hypnotic skills, which is the kind of power described by the Austrian physician Messmer who died more than ten years ago. This doctor was a vampire hunter. He captured vampires for dissection and research, but his literature later There is not much left after it was burned. All in all, this hypnotic technique is very high-end, and can often force their victims to invite them to enter the door. A cross can make vampires run away with their heads in their arms. Garlic can also stop them. Vampires cannot cross flowing water. They are very like you and me in appearance, but they have no soul, so they cannot be reflected in the mirror, they walk without sound or shadow, holy water will burn them, and silver will make vampires stay away. If they do not return to the coffin by dawn, Sunlight destroys them, and to kill a vampire it takes their decapitation and a stake in their heart to drive them out of this world forever."

Sherlock raised his head from the pages of the book, stopped reading the words on it, stared at John Watson closely with his foggy eyes, and smiled on his lips, "These are some legends about vampires, John Watson, in these legends there are Most of them are wrong, as nonsensical as folk tales, like the Loch Ness monster, like aliens, most of them are based on rumors and tricks, but there are still a few sentences that are correct, but I don’t know. I will tell you which descriptions are wrong, and what I want to tell you is that these vampires really exist, ancient and eternal." Sherlock tapped the note with his slender fingers, "This note is a vampire in the long Transcribed from the boring eternal life, describing his usual activities."

John Watson said nothing, his face very serious.

"Although vampires can assimilate human beings into vampires as a means of reproduction, even though this ability is so miraculous, it is not a miracle that vampires have not completely replaced living people and ruled the world since ancient times. , This is because," Sherlock Holmes lowered his face, "this is because vampires have many enemies, and there are too many people who want to exterminate the vampires. It is not easy for vampires to survive in this cruel world."

John Watson became more and more silent in front of his eyes, his fingers only grasped the leather cover of the notebook, he didn't say anything, his heart was beating uneasily.

"Oh, you are scared, Doctor Watson, you are not scared by my vampire story, but you are worried about where I, Sherlock Holmes, should be placed in this story." Sherlock smiled , "Since you claim that you are not stupid, then you should be able to guess it yourself."

"...Damn it, I don't think I'm smart at all now," said John Watson. "Just tell me."

Sherlock sat up straight and shrugged, "The two people from last night, they are an ancient human organization, they are hunters, they hunt not animals, but vampires, they are one of my enemies, these hunters passed Many labors, from the mountains of Eastern Europe, from the forests of Germany and Poland, from the steppes of Russia, from the valley of the Mississippi River, from all directions came to hunt me down on this land, they tried to end my people and wipe out our existence all traces of my past," Sherlock smiled slightly, "now you understand what I am, Dr. Watson."

"Oh, my God!" said John Watson hoarsely.

"Calm down, doctor." Sherlock said calmly, "I didn't mean to scare you, so I didn't want to tell you in the first place, I did everything I could to make my brother act normal in front of you, like a human being, okay Let you get rid of your random thoughts, so that you can stay away from this train with peace of mind. My only regret is that some accidents happened last night, which made you deeply involved. These grievances and disputes have nothing to do with you, but I don’t know why. I can't run away either."

"You're so scary...you're not just a weirdo, you're not one of those wizards or magicians who don't see things, you're a vampire?" John Watson couldn't think, and he sat in front of Sherlock like an idiot, "You're a vampire ?” John Watson’s eyes widened and he couldn’t believe it. He had suspected that Sherlock Holmes was a mysterious person before, a little weird, and seemed to have magic powers, but John Watson always regarded him as a human being, not, not a person A cursed creature that exists in horror legends and ghost stories, "My God." John Watson screamed again, "You are a vampire! You are from hell! You are a descendant of Satan, and you are a murderer! No, you are worse than a murderer! You drink human blood, you find a living person every night, and dismember them, you say that vampire bats don't drink human blood, but you vampires drink human blood, take Human lives don't blink! You monsters! No matter how you fool me, how much you quibble, there are no vampires in this world who don't kill! I understand, the reason why this train starts every night, from one town to another , you are hunting! You are in a hurry to eat! You have your own cabin on a luxurious high-end steam train, which is also used to lure and hunt humans, my God! I It is now the prey in your trap!"

"Quiet," Sherlock snapped, the force in his voice shut John Watson's mouth, "put down your crutches, you're trying to attack me, it's only going to cause you more pain, I'm in this room You can see all the expensive decorations, put down your crutches, so as not to break things."

John Watson let go of his hand, and the cane rolled onto the carpet.

"Very well, good doctor." Sherlock said, "see, this is my hypnotic power, not only through my eyes, through my touch, but also from my voice, if I completely With my hypnotic power, you will never be able to resist me and reject me. Whatever I tell you to do, you will foolishly nod and agree. Even if I tell you to commit suicide, use your own hand to pick up the knife in front of you and cut off your body. Carotid artery, no matter how strong your willpower is, you will definitely do it." Sherlock was suddenly very angry, "Whatever you want! John Watson! You want to know the truth, this is the truth, I did kill Man, with my hands, I do carry guilt, and I won't justify that! Now that I've given you a lot of truth, what more do you want to know? The details of my murder? No, the look on your face Tell me you don't want to know this, maybe, I'm wrong," Sherlock said reluctantly, "I thought you were different from the others at first, I was wrong, John Watson, you don't understand anything , you only have fear and hatred for me. Just imagine, from the first time you met me, have I ever hurt you? Have I ever treated you as a prey?"

"Sherlock Holmes..." John Watson stood stiffly in front of him, like an adult who made a low-level mistake in front of a child, stammering, ashamed, he didn't know where his shame came from, he always felt that he seemed to have failed Some of Sherlock's thoughts, some heavy, dark, incomprehensible thoughts that John Watson didn't know, John Watson licked his lips, "Why are you so angry?"

"I am not a monster! Little doctor, there is no simple word to describe what I am." Sherlock said coldly, "In the folk, your race calls me a vampire, a monster, a monster, an evil spirit, and a ghost , ghouls, and even more vulgar language, and even more disgusting titles. Only humans can be called humans. Creatures other than humans are all monsters and blood-sucking monsters. The name of the creature. I don't like any of these ugly titles. None of them can make me listen. I am different from a monster, but I don't have a word that can replace a monster. We lack a title to describe ourselves , we call ourselves blood race, but even the word blood race actually originated from the mouths of you humans.”

"You have your own civilization..."

"We have no civilization. We evolved from a group of barbaric bloodthirsty races. We use human civilization, the words and knowledge you created, and the names we take are all human names. It has always been like this. But we are not human. , but I don’t think I’m a vampire either. We are also a species, a species created with survival value and meaning. We are the people of the night, the people of blood, or just simple people. "

"But you suck human blood and kill life, isn't that true?"

Sherlock hesitated for a moment, the leaden heavy silence lasted for a moment, then Sherlock said softly: "Yes, we have been sucking blood for a living since ancient times, and only human blood can keep us alive, otherwise we will suffer thousands of arrows piercing our hearts. You humans also have a specific name among our clansmen, you people of the day, are called by our blood clansman, cattle. This is what we call you, doctor, you have a special name for many blood clans In other words, it’s just an animal, and no blood clan would care about the life of an animal.”

John Watson frowned and clenched his fists tightly. He felt like a complete idiot in front of Sherlock. He thought he understood, but in fact he didn't understand anything. His eyes saw everything, but he was still ignorant of Sherlock like a blind man.

"I don't treat your race as livestock." Sherlock sighed, "But I'm afraid you won't understand, even my own brother still doesn't understand me. The language is even more heterogeneous, get out, doctor, I am quite tired during the day, I need undisturbed rest, I have fought all night, Lestrade said I was injured, he did not lie to you, although I There are no cuts or scars on my body, no trace of injury, but I was seriously injured. The two hunters, Donovan and Anderson, have grown up. Every time they reunite, their guns are more advanced. The speed is very fast, and they can also use axes. My shoulder was almost broken under the axe. You can’t see it now, but I almost passed out from the pain at that time. I don’t want to be more burdensome with you. It is a very shameful and frustrating thing to say, and it will damage my dignity if I say too much, let me sleep a little longer, doctor, the injured need sleep, I think you understand this bit of common sense better than I do.”

"Perhaps you would like me to examine your injuries. I am a doctor."

"Go away, little doctor full of prejudice, monsters don't need humans for physical examination."

"Mr. Holmes, I was frightened by you just now..."

"No need to say any more, if you don't have that kind of thought in your heart, how can you say it out of your mouth, I am not hurt for the first time, I don't need you at all, the door is there, it has no legs, but you have Lost your leg, use your lame leg to get out, remember to take your crutches, I hate people waking me up in broad daylight, people who appear in front of me in broad daylight will probably end well, you are lucky One of you, hurry up and run for your life with your head in your arms."

After being ridiculed by him, John Watson was kicked out of the door. The door of the wing room was closed firmly in front of his nose with the force of repelling people thousands of miles away. John Watson closed his eyes at the door, annoyed , Regretting, oh, no, what he said on the spur of the moment hurt Sherlock Holmes, and describing him as a monster is probably the most unbearable statement for Sherlock.

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