Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

It was morning when John Watson opened his eyes again, and he was surprised to find that the Scarlet Rebirth was still in this wilderness.The body of the train was exposed to the scorching sun, and the glass shone with golden light.

John Watson rubbed his eyes and stood up from the armchair. His legs were numb from sleep. John Watson leaned on his cane and looked out of the window. He saw the sun pouring down from the blue sky. The halo is draped on the barren branches, the moss in the crevices of the stones meanders among the desolate trees, and the distant scenery is blocked by a large piece of bare oak trees. The land here seems to have not yet entered the spring, and the barren mud outside The ground was dyed red by the scorching sun, and there were listless weeds growing on both sides of the railroad track. Many of these grasses had rotted away, proclaiming how old this mottled railroad track was, at least hundreds of years ago.

John Watson walked out of the banquet hall and looked for figures in the narrow aisle of the carriage. He first looked in the dining car, and bumped into Lestrade as soon as he turned around.

Lestrade also looked very tired, yawning again and again, "You missed breakfast, Dr. Watson." He pressed the call button on the wall, and told the cook in the kitchen, "Prepare six boiled eggs and one A big piece of ham, and coffee, Dr. Watson, would you like something stronger?"

John Watson nodded casually, and then asked, "Is Sherlock back?"

Lestrade didn't answer, but took him to a bedroom, which looked like his bedroom, "You can go to the bathroom to take a shower before the meal is served, I have told the waiter to boil the water , there is a wooden barrel there, you wash yourself, dress up, and refresh yourself." Lestrade opened a wooden wardrobe with intricate carvings, and pulled out a brocade dress, "Take it, it should fit you well."

Holding his clothes, John Watson examined his expression carefully, "Why didn't you answer my question? Is Sherlock back?"

"After you take a shower, we'll talk about this while we have lunch."

John Watson walked into the bathroom. The design here was no different from that of an ordinary bathroom. The hot water curled up in the wooden barrel and mist rose. He did sweat a lot during the two days and nights he was away from home, and he was also contaminated with a lot of dust. , The body is sticky and greasy, and it is in urgent need of cleansing and soothing with water.

After filtering and soaking comfortably in hot water, he wiped off the water stains on his skin with a towel, and put on a brocade dress. The whole person changed his appearance in front of the full-length mirror. He was neat and fresh, well dressed, really elegant Stunning, white tuxedo and trousers, dark blue waistcoat, gorgeous white shirt full of frills, blue silk tie with a huge sterling silver tie clip set with sparkling brilliant sapphires, White, blue and silver, he is very eye-catching when walking in the car.

John Watson walked out of Lestrade's bedroom, and once again lost track of everyone in the car. Both humans and vampires in this car seemed to have become accustomed to going out at night, and only occasionally saw one or two people in the car. Lestrade, a human waiter who appeared during the day, seemed to be very busy, but suddenly disappeared.John Watson pushed open the door of the train carriage and stepped on the ground outside. His blue and silver body shone in the rays of the midday sun, reflecting clear and harsh waves.The outside is full of brilliance, and the sun shines on the wheels and refracts into thousands of splashes of broken light.

There was nothing outside but a vast expanse of barren boughs and fields.

John Watson sighed, and went back into the extremely cold compartment. He was frozen at a certain corner, hiding somewhere.

"No one came back, Mycroft, Miss Adler, and Jielin, no one came back, Lestrade, you went to the lumber yard alone this morning, what did you see?" This woman's voice is very vicissitudes, very old, it sounds like hundreds of years old.

"A family died in a hut near the lumber yard. There was also a woman's body in the forest. It was the same family. These humans had their throats cut, and they were dismembered. The fragmentation was too serious for me. There is no way to examine the wounds, these corpses are all drained of blood, not the hunting style of our train conductor, let alone Mycroft or any of the vampires on our train."

"It seems that our train conductor has encountered an opponent that cannot be provoked this time. This train will soon be unsafe, as I have already said! Don't act so quickly! Even if you find that something is wrong with this town, you still have to worry about it." Be patient! Plan well! But that bastard Sherlock! Relying on his health and strength, he ran to face the enemy! He is too arrogant! Proud to think that no one can defeat him! He does have brilliant abilities, His nature is indeed kind, but kindness is a weakness for the blood race!"

"Ma'am, shall we wait one more night tonight?" Lestrade asked the owner of the old voice very respectfully.

"Don't wait, let's go tonight, he has provoked a strong opponent, otherwise he won't be unable to come back, maybe he is already dead, for the sake of other blood races in this car, we have to drive immediately, the daytime is too attractive Pay attention, when the sun goes down in a few hours, you immediately drive the train to the tunnel for me! We are going to hide for a while!"

"But ma'am..."

"If our train conductor is still alive! He will be able to get his train back! How many times have I advised him! He is still young, he is just an adult in the blood family, and he is arrogant and arrogant The dream will be fulfilled as soon as possible. Sooner or later, I will see him die before any of us, because he does not cherish his precious blood life so much. His servants are still alive, but his master will be reduced to rotten bones first , this train will become ruins and become worthless. I have seen Rome become ruins with my own eyes. It is a huge capital and a prosperous country. How can this small train survive in the ashes of history? Save it. Hmph, we may find another train conductor, what do you think, Lestrade, Sherlock is dead, we just need to find a more powerful master."

"But there is no blood race stronger than Sherlock in this world..."

"You are too naive. If there is no blood race stronger than him, then tell me, what is he stuck in and unable to come back? He is either injured or dead. In short, he cannot Let the 170 seven bloods on this train be buried with him, and leave tonight. When the two Sherlock Holmes are not on the train, I am the one talking about it, because this train was originally bought from me, and my husband once bought it. He is the operator of the railway company, and he originally owned the Scarlet Rebirth, although the old Hudson is dead, but I am still alive, and when Holmes is not around, I will be in charge."

"Yes, Mrs. Hudson. Driving tonight..."

"John Watson, if you are tired from standing, come in and sit down. There is a big recliner here, which is just big enough to put you down." The old woman's voice was very cold and full of sarcasm, "Your heartbeat is so loud Loud, hit my ear like a small hammer."

John Watson came into the wing from the shadow of the passage.

The woman with an old voice in the room stood in the dark space and watched him, "In this car, eavesdropping is a dangerous thing."

John Watson stretched out his cane and opened a section of curtain. When the shining light climbed into the gap of the curtain, there was a fierce and angry skirt fluttering, and John Watson was instantly thrown into the deep part of the room by her, lying on the floor Unable to get up, the terrifying force pinched him. In the next second, John Watson was grabbed by an old arm and hung in the air. His crutch that caused trouble fell to the ground with a muffled thud. If he resists in this bondage, he will be strangled to death.

"Beasts that don't know how to behave! Don't go near the curtains, don't act rashly, you foolish beast lives or dies, it all depends on my thoughts, and I can't stand a little light, an old man! I don't like the sun! Etc. You become one of us and you understand what a nuisance the sun is. I shouldn't be waking up during the day, I'm no longer young, and not sleeping is killing my old bones, you He is Sherlock's newly chosen servant, and he may not have time to teach you many rules. But if you think that I will forgive you magnanimously because of this, then you think too kindly of me."

"Mrs. Hudson, he did it unintentionally. He hasn't gotten used to the habit of not being able to open the curtains in this car during the day. He will learn slowly." Lestrade pleaded for John Watson in the shadows.

Her arms are slender and wrinkled, but her strength is unbelievable. Her breath is so cold that it almost freezes John Watson's facial features. His trachea is constricting violently, so he lost half of it. She pinched John Watson's neck and confronted him, and the palm of John Watson's grip on her wrist was full of sweat.

"Listen, monster! I'm not Sherlock's servant at all, he didn't choose me, and I never said yes to him! If he dares to make this bloody offer to me, I'll smash his teeth! Me and you Blood race has nothing to do with it! Especially you! I don’t know you at all! I don’t care what broken rules you have on this car!”

"Beast, you are still so stubborn when you are about to die." The sharp claws holding John Watson's neck suddenly grew longer and sharper, almost embedded in John Watson's flesh.

"Mrs. Hudson, please calm down. If he dies, I'm afraid it will make Sherlock sad. He and Sherlock have only known each other for two days, and he still doesn't understand anything."

This worked, and it seemed that making Sherlock Holmes sad was a very unbearable thing. The fierce old lady who was hiding in the dark let go of John Watson at once, and let him fall to the floor. John Watson John Watson sat on the carpet and sucked in a hard breath of air. All in all, he was so angry now, "Damn it," John Watson fumbled for his crutch in the darkness. He hadn't found it yet, and if he found it, He will immediately jump up to fight back, beat up randomly, and vent his anger, "You vampires are wrong! The way you meet and greet is to strangle other people's necks! God damn group of monsters! Self-righteous! You have the nerve to say that your enemies are rude, yourself His morality is not much better!"

"She's gone, doctor, save yourself."

"What! Damn it! I haven't seen her face clearly yet!"

The curtain was finally torn open, and Lestrade narrowed his eyes uncomfortably, and it took him a long time to look directly at the bright light. He showed his white teeth when he smiled, "Doctor Watson, ah, are you okay?"

"I was almost strangled to death! Her claws are like iron hooks!" John Watson stroked the slight scratch marks on his neck, and sat down on the sofa angrily.

A laugh from Lestrade interrupted his scolding. "I asked the waiter to bring the food here. This is our library on the train. There are poems and plays on the shelves, although Sherlock never looks at those." Books, he always reads things we can’t understand, they are all piled up in his room, Sherlock will sit here face to face with his brother and play a few games of chess on nights when Sherlock has nothing to do, but they always wait till dawn I can't tell the winner, Sherlock's brain is really good, don't you think so, Doctor Watson?"

"What's so great about being good at chess? He's always a weirdo." John Watson frowned. "I heard it just now. He didn't come back. It's already broad daylight. What should he do outside? He doesn't like the sun, and he didn't like the sun just now." Like an old lady who doesn't know what she looks like, she loses her temper when she mentions sunshine."

"Don't be angry doctor, when you get to know Mrs. Hudson well, you will find that Mrs. Hudson is a kind old lady."

"Mercy? With her strength to kill me."

"It may not be polite for me to say this, but if she really wants to kill you, it's as simple as crushing an ant. Your neck is still growing under your head, which is enough to prove her kindness, haha Mrs. Dursen just has a hard time trusting newcomers. You're a member of the train now, aren't you? Leaving, even if you don’t agree, you have to get Sherlock’s permission, otherwise you can’t get out, but this is the path you choose, since you want to integrate into this train, so you have to learn a little bit from here. According to the rules, blood races are more honorable than living people, and their status and abilities are superior to ours. Before you speak, you have to ask if you can speak. If you want to open the curtains, you have to see if the sun is shining. downhill."

"Hmph." John Watson snorted sullenly and muttered, "I don't like vampires."

"But you..." Lestrade laughed loudly, "but you keep asking where Sherlock is, where is Sherlock, I thought you liked him!"

"Damn, don't make fun of me, I really want to know where he is now! Why didn't he come back!" John Watson slammed the carpet with the crutch he picked up.

Lestrade raised his black eyebrows, "Although you asked so anxiously, doctor... there are some things I don't know. I don't know Sherlock's whereabouts. This is my truth. He disappeared together with Mycroft. Yes." He replied, the forced smile on his face made John Watson a little uneasy, and the Scarlet Reborn quietly stopped on the rails not far from the lumber yard, and time passed slowly.

"I'm afraid they are in trouble. It's a difficult trouble. Maybe the enemy is too powerful to stumble them, or it may be other reasons. In short, I have limited ability as a human being, and I can't search the whole town. Now I will fight with you Likewise, there is no choice but to wait.”

"But you just said you wouldn't wait for him."

"It's his train, and as long as he lives, he'll find it wherever we stop."

The author has something to say:

Let's give Mrs. Hudson 32 likes, she can still be so powerful at her age

Haha I want to break her rhythm, there is a rush of Hudson's counterattack

That's right, Xiaoxia will return in the next chapter, what kind of pose will he appear in?

What will Xiaohua go through? (Is the virginity coming?

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