Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

John Watson walked blindly in the carriage, and he found a room with the door open. This is a luxurious banquet hall. John Watson opened the curtains to let the light in, and then sat down on the luxurious sofa chair John Watson could clearly hear his own breathing and the beating of his heart in his chest.

The time outside the car window cannot be confirmed, but from the color of the sunlight, it may have been mid-afternoon. Sherlock talked to him for several hours in the room, and changed to the human world. In the town, those people are walking on the street , Watering flowers at home, drinking afternoon tea in a cafe, the air will be full of vigorous noise.But on the train of Sherlock Holmes, there is nothing but dead silence, the darkness is continuous and endless, and outside, the morning glow comes and goes again and again, and here, the light seems to never come.

Sherlock Holmes has lived in the night all his life. John Watson's heart constricted when he thought of this, which made him ache. Sherlock Holmes will never see the morning. How could he bear this kind of eternal life?

The stories he told were so bizarre that it made the hair stand on end. John Watson was also surprised that he didn't get out of the car in a panic like ordinary people. He still had the idea of ​​not wanting to leave, but After he learned the ulterior secret of the owner of the train, he couldn't decide the direction to go for a while. He wanted to find a quiet place to clear up the messy clues, such as in this comfortable sofa chair.

John Watson doesn't know what justice looks like. He can only face his honest heart. He insists on justice, but at the moment he cannot resent Sherlock Holmes because of his personal feelings. He has always acted emotionally and cannot disobey his own heart Even if you know that Sherlock Holmes is a vampire, even if you hear him tell the story of his murder, and hear Sherlock's heavy tone that is hard to let go, there may be a lot of innocent humans who died in his hands, but John Watson Still feel some sympathy for him.Oh no, he wasn't sure if it was sympathy or not.He snorted in the chair as if talking to himself, this kind of dilemma made him quite annoyed, he had never been so troubled by others.

John Watson's body is strong and powerful, and his mind is also strong and powerful. Although he is not as good as the pale blood that locked himself in the room, he is still more careful and sensitive than ordinary people.There was another quality in John Watson's character, that of prudence, which some women would call dull.Look, he usually doesn't run or jump, he doesn't walk fast or slow, he just leans on a cane, majestic and straight forward, even if he is limping, he can always reach his destination.

So is his mind.

John Watson was not quick in speech and thought, but not stupid.He savors what comes his way, in his own way and at his own pace.

Will this train run tonight?

John Watson began to think about the story he had heard from Sherlock, and the more he thought about it, the more restless he became.

Vampire hunters, coming from all directions, they are just one of many enemies.Explain that there are other types of enemies that are after the life of Sherlock Holmes.

What happened to those two vampire hunters?They hurt Sherlock, but they were killed by Sherlock?They're human beings, but they're also ruthless hunters of Sherlock Holmes, and John Watson doesn't know which side to take.

John Watson strongly wanted to find someone to confide in, but after filtering through a large list in his heart, he couldn't find a suitable name. He had nothing important to entrust to him in the outside world and his normal social circle. And his secret best friend, his friends, including his colleague Stanford, are just driftwood in the river where other people grow. In good times and bad times, no matter it is cloudy, rainy or snowy, he stands firm and waits for him. He has never met such a friend in his life.

John Watson didn't know when he fell asleep. The sofa was so comfortable and the velvet was stuffed with feathers. The night plus the whole morning had experienced too many things, which made his mind overburdened. From a certain moment on, the appearance of the world was completely different in his eyes. John Watson was so tired, so he fell into a deep sleep , very heavy.

"Look, he keeps snoring." A soft female voice, provocatively, "Sounds like a puppy."

At the same time, there was another woman's voice talking to him softly, this voice was different, with a proud and mature tone, "He has a beautiful nose and a pair of beautiful thin lips, even more attractive than yours , Jielin."

"Miss Adler, is this animal Sherlock's dinner? Or his new servant? Does Sherlock want to perform a ceremony for him? Let me look carefully."

A pair of bone-chilling fingertips lifted John Watson's collar and lightly touched his intact carotid artery. John Watson suddenly woke up from the chair like a spring, and suddenly took a breath of cold air, as if he had seen a ghost. Yes, the dreamy blurred conversation next to his ears instantly became clear. He shrank in the chair, grasped the armrests tightly with both hands, and stared at the pair of women in front of his nose with big innocent eyes.

They were so close that their long lashes, like nymphae, almost brushed John Watson's cheeks.

These two women are so beautiful and dazzling, behind them, the moon hangs outside the car window, the sky is dark, the sun has already set, the room is lit with bright candles, dozens of small candles are on the ceiling Jumping, like shining topaz one after another.

The two women lying on top of him were young, almost childlike, neither looking more than eighteen, thin, and both had dark hair, smooth skin, and full lips.

John Watson glanced briefly and turned his face away, but in an instant his jaw was pulled back by the palm of one of the women, forcing him to look directly into those hard, cold black eyes.

"Hello, John Watson, I should have said your name correctly. My name is Jielin. Nice to meet you. Let me ask you, are you Sherlock Holmes' dinner?"

John Watson looked at her, and found it difficult to look away. There was a terrifying power in those eyes. The two in front of him were real beauties, with long hair as black as midnight, milky white skin as thin as silk, waist and limbs So slender that it fits within the palm of John Watson's hand.

John Watson resisted trying to get out of the chair, but his face was snatched away by another woman. The eyes of this woman were even more incredible. John Watson had never seen eyes of this color, which were deep and deep. The soft purple light reminded him of the twilight at the edge of the earth, and the strange and quiet violet color before the darkness fell. It was full of temptation, and he felt that he would fall into it at any time, and he would never live beyond this period of gazing.

John Watson stared blankly at those eyes until the woman gave him a mysterious smile and spoke to him in a warm and pleasant voice, "And I, I am Irene Adler, here Everyone calls me Miss Adler, but you are a new outsider, and you don't seem to be a small thing that Sherlock grabs to fill your stomach, has Sherlock promised you a ceremony?"

John Watson shook his head vigorously in her hand, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Oh my God," Miss Adler laughed like a silver bell, "this idiot doesn't know what a ceremony is."

Jielin next to him laughed softly in John Hua's immovable arms, "Did Sherlock ever tell you that he wanted to bite you? Your body is so hot, and it's very warm lying on you. So comfortable that even I wanted to take a bite."

"Ugh, I really don't understand what the hell you're talking about!"

That's true, John Watson isn't quite sure what they mean by "ritual" and "bite", whether Sherlock wants to kill him, or whether Sherlock wants to turn him into a vampire too Well, John Watson has heard the legends that vampires need to be bitten by them in order to assimilate a human being, but John Watson knows nothing about the specific implementation process.

"The fact that you got on the wrong train has already been heard by everyone on the train. You are a big living person who appears on this train neither to be dinner nor to be a servant. What are you going to do? Are you Those undercover agents sent by vulgar hunters, you also want to kill us?"

John Watson didn't know what to say. In reality, women never made him feel uncomfortable. There was no shortage of women in his world. John Watson was always popular with women, and he knew how to treat them , but the two imposing and oppressive beautiful women in front of him made him nervous. Their coquettish and unique beauty surpassed any beauties in the real world.

"I have nothing to do with those hunters. I have no intention of hurting you at all..." John Watson was able to squeeze out a reply after a long time. They were so light, not much heavier than a cat, and both of them were stuck to him. It seemed that they didn't want to go on for the rest of their lives. Their curly long hair hung down and wrapped around John Watson's neck, and their slender hands wandered greedily on John Watson's chest.

With a vaguely excited expression, Jielin bent over his chest and listened to his heartbeat, "Living people, wonderful living people, there are not many living people in this car, and I want to carry it with me like Mycroft. A living servant, I should get out and sneak into town to catch one."

"You can't break the rules in this car. If you want to continue to receive Sherlock's blessing, don't say in front of Sherlock that you want to use brute force to capture humans, otherwise he will lose his temper again. Our The train conductor doesn’t treat human beings as livestock, he treats human beings as pearls in the deep sea, pampering and cherishing them one by one, if you disobey him, you will be thrown off the train.”

Jielin raised her hand and stroked John Watson's soft eyebrows, "I understand that if the blood race on this train wants to get a new servant, they can't use brutal and unreasonable means, unless the animal is willing to follow us." Lin's face softened suddenly. She lifted her upper body from John Watson's chest, raised her head and threw back her thick black hair. For no apparent reason, it seemed to be a breeze caused by some mysterious force in the air near John Watson.

"John Watson, what's under you is not just a train, it's a dragon, a dragon that goes wherever it pleases, we travel with purpose, our journeys are exciting, with all kinds of passengers On our train, once the person who decides to stay is our ally, if he repents and wants to go back, he betrays us and is our enemy from now on. We must set off every night," she said. "Countless bad people All thinking about this train, I'm in a great danger on this train, I need help, John Watson, I want help, if you, know I'm in danger, you'll give me Do you lend a hand?"

John Watson felt more and more that Jielin looked very pale and beautiful, her outline became more and more hazy, the soft light around her hair became more and more intensified, her dark eyes were deeper than last second, she was so beautiful Young, charming, seductive.

John Watson said dryly: "If you get into trouble, of course you can come to me... A man who doesn't help a woman is not a man at all..."

Jielin smiled slyly, "But you are making a verbal promise. You men just like to talk empty words to women. What you say is nice now, but you will forget it when you turn around. Will you really help me?"

"I don't fucking understand what you're talking about, woman." John Watson said, trying to resist under her magic, "What kind of help do you need? You want me to help you take down those bloody vampire hunters? Are you talking about these troubles? I am just an ordinary doctor, but you want me to help you drive away your enemies?"

Jielin stretched out her hand to hold his arm, and lowered her lips. John Watson suddenly saw the fangs hidden in her lips for a long time. At this time, they became longer and sharper, almost extending to the chin. "Please..." she begged, her hands were very strong, "please, help me, Dr. Watson."

John Watson was about to jump violently because of the sharp teeth, but another Miss Adler on his body strangled his neck forcefully, so he looked into the pair of purple eyes and was forced to stare intently, the pupils were deep Something compelled him to obey.

"Look at me well, it's not that hard to see me," said Miss Adler, smiling. "You can't take your eyes off me, Dr. Watson, can you? Am I pretty? Do you want to look at me forever?" ?”

John Watson's throat was dry, "I...I don't..."

Jielin on the side flicked her black hair back again, with wild movements, her curly hair fluttering in the whirling wind, "Isn't it a woman that you dream of, men think so, you can get two tonight , we are cold ladies, but our plump and beautiful bodies are more important than anything else."

John Watson, who had never heard such dissolute and frivolous remarks from a decent lady, stayed in the sofa chair in amazement.

"Come closer," said Miss Adler, lowering her face, oh, damn it, oh, hell, her tusks grew out too, and came within centimeters of John Watson's upturned face, "look at Me," she said.

John Watson felt the trembling temptation in her body, within reach, her eyes were two vast purple deep pools, cold and smooth, full of charm.

"You want me, doctor." Jielin whispered beside him. She kissed John Watson's face, and touched his hot skin lightly with her cold and soft lips. She kissed his hot neck and stretched. She licked the raised veins on his face with her tongue.

"No!" said John Watson.

"Oh, you want me, I can see desire in your eyes."

"No," insisted John Watson, "you are... a vampire... Sherlock Holmes... save me..."

Miss Adler laughed, her laughter was light and beautiful, clear and moving, "Oh dear fool, what do you ask him to do at this time, he is just like me, no different, even if he comes, he can take you again What about me? Don’t worry about Sherlock Holmes, I have what you want in me, you are afraid, so you resist, don’t be afraid, it will be over in a moment, didn’t you just promise to be good, people who don’t want to help women can’t Is it a man?"

John Watson was trembling violently, aware deep down that he was trembling with desire. He had never wanted a woman so much in his life. The eyes of Miss Adler and Miss Adler made him sink deeper and deeper, and the whole world was only filled with the atmosphere of these two young women.

"You can help us, you can give us many wonderful things, let go of your resistance, open your heart, and nod," Miss Adler whispered to him in the other ear, "as long as you nod, today In the evening, Jielin and I belong to you."

"Really?" said John Watson feebly, feeling the sweat running down his brows and blurring his vision. "No... no," he muttered, "no, I don't want you."

"Yes," said Miss Adler, "if you agree."

"As long as I agree?" John Watson was on the verge of collapse, and could only repeat in a hoarse voice meaninglessly.

Those violet eyes seemed to have a thousand words, scorching, "You give me blood, and I will give you eternal life."

"Give me eternal life?" John Watson repeated monotonously.

"You already have an honest beauty, look at the wound on your forehead, and the wound on the back of your hand, it will disappear in an instant, and you will not only be healed immediately, but you will also become more handsome, your blond hair will glow, and your dark blue irises will shine brightly, from me, doctor." Miss Adler's fingers resting on his neck tightened, but the power was always bewitching, charming and elegant, sharp His fingernails lightly trace the outline of John Watson's veins almost casually.

"Doctor Watson, promise me, please, you can help me in your own way." Jielin was beside her like a pure virgin acting like a spoiled child.

"Help you in my way?" John Watson seemed to be falling.

"You want to have me, look, you want me so much, I can feel it." Jielin's soft and slender palm slid down from his chest, passing through every muscle contour of his, and the childlike fingers pierced Through his trouser waist, into the belt, into his trousers, through a layer of underwear fabric, grasping John Watson's fiery private/part, "Oh, not bad." Jielin grumbled and laughed , the teeth lightly touched the veins in his neck. "I can make you more...happy..."

Miss Adler also fell silent, and opened her flaming lips brutally at him.

John Watson felt the blood rushing up, he stretched out his trembling hand, grabbed Jielin's shoulder, his lips were dry, he wanted to hug her tightly, crush her, and throw her on the bed, but instead, he called With all her strength, she pushed her away roughly. Jielin yelled, staggered and fell, her skirt was in a mess, and she knelt on the ground with one leg in a mess. Yelling at John Watson.

At the same time, John Watson broke away from the gaze of the other pair of eyes. Miss Adler pursed her lips slightly. Before she was thrown to the wall by him, she quickly slipped away from his furious body with the sofa chair, and stood up. On one side, looking at him gloomyly across the candlelight.

John Watson snarled, "Go away!" He got up from the sofa chair with bruised veins, and roared, "Damn! Damn! Get out of my sight now! You are not a lady! You are inhuman Creatures! Hell, get the hell out of here! Get the hell out of here!"

He cursed angrily.

"Fuck you! You are totally different from Sherlock Holmes! He is not your kind! He is different!" John Watson leaned back by the window, panting, "He is bigger than any of you." Excellent! He is not as despicable and dirty as you guys! Taking advantage of others!" John Watson felt exhausted, he struggled out of the eyes of those two and exhausted his extremely powerful mental strength, he was about to be unable to stand up, and the crutches At the foot of the chair, far away from him, "Damn it." John Watson muttered, his body slid down, he tried his best to support the window frame, barely made his legs stand upright, and the sweat dripped from his brow.

"Damn stupid woman."

John Watson cursed with fear on his face.

The author has something to say:

I found that I was really the slow-heating type. War, blood, abuse, etc. are actually in the back of the old. Let’s talk about love and other fun first.

(PS: I am also curious about the process of vampires assimilating humans. In this regard, I will consult with vampires and then tell the children's shoes in detail)

Some people said before that Fuhua BE is a death spot, and it is the same for me. I struggled with Fuhua’s fake death for a long time before, and now I struggle even longer with Hua’s marriage.

But there are also good children's shoes to comfort me that the marriage in the original book is just a cover, and the two will live together and go back in the end.

It's just that my heart aches because Ah Fu and Ah Hua are drifting away in their later years

A sentence from "The Lion's Mane Case": "Since his retirement, the kind-hearted Watson has almost completely stayed away from my life. He occasionally comes to spend a weekend, that is, I have all contact with him."

What the hell were you doing that precious weekend (wrong focus!

What I want to say is, you will die if you live together in your later years?

You must all have an impression of Jielin, the new character, and you know what kind of relationship she will have with Ah Fu.

The next chapter will be updated tomorrow, February 2