Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Outside the window, the sun is gradually setting.

The tedious hour passed, and Lestrade went back and forth between the cab and the library. While he and his men were preparing fuel for the boiler room, he had to take care of John Watson so that he would not mess around. Run to cause trouble.

Later, John Watson finally understood him, and sat quietly with him beside the small square table in the driver's cab. John Watson looked out the window and felt that both the weather and the time were several times slower than usual .The gray night began to spread over the edge of the land, thick dark clouds hovered over the mountains like dirty cotton wool, the sun went down completely, Jasmine Amber woke up from a deep sleep with a sullen face, and flashed into the cab like a ghost.

She was silent and cautiously held the joystick. Lestrade was sitting in the passenger seat. Jasmine turned her head. Her eyes were undulating, like thick fog, and one could see the deadly tension in her pupils.

"Mr. Lestrade, I heard from my wife that we are not waiting for Sherlock to come back. We must start the train now."

"Yes, we all have to listen to the old lady, because this train originally belonged to her, and her age is the oldest on the train, we have to listen to her opinion, we can't continue to take risks to stop here, so It will only attract the enemy, without the train guarded by Sherlock, it is difficult for us to deal with the enemy, go forward, mechanic."

Jasmine Amber looked like she wanted to cry, "He never abandoned us, but we have to abandon Xia at this critical moment..."

"No, we just wait for him in a safe place."

John Watson listened to the wild and shrill siren sound echoing in the wilderness. The fire dragon roared in a low voice, as if warning all obstacles ahead that the Scarlet Rebirth was coming.The furnace roared in the boiler room next door, the huge rotating shaft was spinning faster and faster, the wheels that started were accelerated almost instantly, and the brave fire dragon swallowed all the rails in front of it in one go, the steel cast wheels and tracks fiercely John Watson sat on the chair in the cab, looked out the window, never relaxed his eyebrows, he held on to the crutch tightly, the chimney leading to the sky spewed out a long white steam, towering Thick smoke billowed from the black iron chimney, the fire dragon spouted fire from its nostrils, swayed slightly, rubbed sparks from under its body, the wheels of the train clanged, the floor heaved and vibrated, and it drove forward quickly, clearing the pile of timber yards and The wild town was completely abandoned behind the huge steel tail.

The train finally stopped in another abandoned tunnel that John Watson had never seen before. There should be countless abandoned tunnels on this land that no one cares about. He sat in the small room where he woke up after falling asleep. , the waiter has tidied up the place, the feather quilt and feather pillow are extremely fluffy, the dust has been dusted off, and it becomes clean and comfortable. An oil lamp is reflected in the mirror of the room. John Watson follows Lestrade's suggestion, Lock the delicate door before going to bed to keep those blood races out.

The extinguished fire dragon rested quietly in this tunnel. John Watson slept until midnight when he heard the rustling of wings from afar. The light in the middle of the night came from the dense fog, entrenched on the top of the tunnel, hanging upside down, they seemed to like being with vampires very much, no, that's not the case, John Watson thought about it, these bats were driven by the train The whole train was covered with the smell of blood rust. Although those vampires had never seen those vampires cut open a living person, they did suck blood, which was unmistakable.

They raise human beings and give them the names of servants. They are called dogs on weekdays, and when they want to bite, they will bite to satisfy their cravings. Yes, thinking about it makes John Watson feel chills.They are spending a wonderful night in the banquet hall without any trouble. Under the brilliant chandelier, dancing in the flickering fire and colorful colors, they are playing the piano in the car clangingly, and Sherlock Holmes is completely Forgotten in the back of his mind, John Watson did not like halls full of bright light and laughter so much that he retreated to his small guest room.

When the sun rises, they sleep, and as soon as the sun sets, they all come out together, carnival night after night, the dinner party never stops, John Watson is still stubbornly watching quietly in the train, he tries every means to use his The lame climbed onto the roof of the car. Today is the second night since Sherlock Holmes lost the news. The lights inside the car were brightly lit, music and laughter wafted through the gaps in the soundproof iron sheets, the chimney stopped, and the fire dragon quietly closed its eyes. , John Watson's head is full of dark vampire bats.

The night of waiting was very tormenting, the railroad tracks were pitch black, and the surroundings were desolate. John Watson sat at the front of the roof, unable to see the future or the past at all, and it was difficult to judge the boundary line between reality and illusion. , Liuyun is as dark as original sin, and there is no light of stars and moons above his head.

The depressing atmosphere is not over yet.

Three days later, a storm fell from the sky. The day was like dawn before dawn. John Watson stood alone at the entrance of the tunnel watching the pouring rain curtain. The outside was full of dense rain and fog, and the vision was poor.

His blond hair was soaked by a few splashing raindrops, and John Watson, suffering from leg pain and impatient by the second, walked into the rain, walked on a muddy path, and disappeared into the forest .

John Watson felt that he couldn’t breathe in the car. Without Sherlock Holmes, this fire dragon was not attractive to him. Two-thirds of the car were creatures of different races from him. They loved John Watson. He covets his life, and often looks at his carotid artery secretly grinding his teeth, and John Watson is also very wary of them.

He has no one to talk to. Lestrade always wants to cover up and hide something from him. As the chief purser of the mobile blood bank, he refuses to tell John Watson why Sherlock went to that pile. Kiba was thus in danger and could not return.

Sherlock left for five full days, which was unbearably long for John Watson. He said that he had to deal with a dirty job. John Watson felt that the dirty job would definitely not be as simple as moving logs. A family, Lestrade swears that Sherlock and his group did not do it, then, the target of using such a brutal killing method is the enemy that Sherlock Holmes wants to deal with?

What kind of blood race is Sherlock?What kind of enemy is he going to deal with?Why on earth did he want to provoke these enemies?

John Watson thought about a lot of hypotheses and possibilities. Maybe Sherlock got scratched in the pile of wood... Maybe he hunted wild beasts. Germany couldn't do an autopsy, or he was fighting with thieves, and the heinous thieves were brave enough to dismember people and then bleed them, so Sherlock actually went to the lumberyard to save the property of those town residents?More than a dozen dazzling explanations appeared one after another, but they all sank in John Watson's inflexible little head. John Watson recalled that there was blood flowing in his dreams these days, and his dreams were full of red lights. There were ghostly shadows, and the gloomy and frightening images echoed like a river of blood between his dark eyelids.After finally falling asleep, he was still tossing and turning, waking up from time to time, dreaming of fragmented and weird nightmares, including blood, burning trains, and the pale and cold Sherlock Holmes standing in the crimson light, his angry eyes The depths of Hitomi are full of fanaticism and death.

A few days turned into long, grueling weeks, even months, and John Watson decided he had had enough.

What is Sherlock looking for?Or... Who are you looking for?an enemy?An enemy who... brutally murdered a human family?If so, Sherlock Holmes is on the side of justice.Why, then, did he refuse to be honest with John Watson, instead of being so sneaky?

John Watson suddenly realized with his naturally rich intuition that there must be more than one enemy.

The distant horizon was covered with a menacing black cloud, moving in the direction of John Watson, like a dark wall that was about to collapse over his head. The sun was gone, and he had not been walking in the rain before he heard someone Chasing up from behind him in a hurry, Lestrade was holding a dark umbrella, his boots and trousers were covered with rain and mud, he smiled when he saw John Watson, "I thought you Run away and go home."

Leaning on his crutches, John Watson tried his best to look at him through the rain curtain. The raindrops passing through his eyelashes stung his eyeballs, "I just went for a walk, and I said I would wait for him to come back."

"Your patience was worth it," Lestrade smiled. "They're back."

John Watson and Lestrade shared an umbrella, his shoulders were exposed and still being hit by the rain, he was a little frightened in his heart, he felt that there was an unpleasant expression on Lestrade's face, it was difficult fathom.

A few tiny candles were lit in the dark and luxurious train carriage, and the members of the blood clan were still sleeping in the mysterious and dark compartment. Lestrade stepped aside and let him go up first. In the narrow aisle, he heard a rattling sound. He thought it was the sound from the car window being blown by the strong wind. John Watson turned his head and looked to the other side. The aisle was very dark, and the few small candles were not enough. Stretching his gaze, John Watson saw the figure of a man against the candlelight and the faint light of the overcast sky.

He was covered with a cloak, and his tall and slender figure was covered by the cloak from head to toe. Miss Adler and Jielin carefully supported his back with their hands on both sides. The sound was the jewels on their skirts sweeping the iron sheet The shadow in the cloak moved forward weakly and tiredly in the direction John Watson was facing, and the footsteps were still soundless.

John Watson chased forward quickly, his crutches slammed into the ground, and Mycroft, who was also behind the cloak, suddenly turned his head and gave him a hard look, his eyes were burning , "You're curious about injured vampires, aren't you, little doctor?"

John Watson immediately stopped in front of him, he trembled inexplicably, trembling because of the terrifying chill seeping out of Mycroft's eyes, "I...I'm not, I didn't mean that, what's wrong with Sherlock? He sees It hurts badly! Let me go and have a look, I may be able to help, I am a doctor..."

"Doctor? Huh, human doctor." Mycroft looked at him, as if he wanted to take away John Watson's source of life. He was evil, with burning eyes, a terrifying face, and a shadow of sharp teeth at the corner of his mouth. The demeanor is smooth and elegant, but there is an ominous whisper in the mouth, "I just need a living person... The blood of a living person is the best medicine for wounds..." Mycroft's eyes reflected the candlelight, and the hallway was dead silent .

John Watson could feel the weight of the gaze upon him.

Sherlock was led into his luxurious carriage room by the two women, the door closed and the door lock made a "click" sound, only the faint breathing of Mycroft remained, like a silent beast, Just staring at John Watson like that, like scrutiny, like provocation.

At last John Watson noticed his nails, or rather claws, were growing, a full five inches long, with sharp black ends, and they fell down to Mycroft's knees.Then John Watson looked up again and looked into his face.

Mycroft met his eyes.

John Watson couldn't look away for an instant, and he couldn't even swear. He could feel the hunger and thirst burning in the body of the vampire in front of him. John Watson wanted to look away, but he couldn't. Forced to face each other in silence, Mycroft's footsteps moved slightly towards him.

Lestrade finally came over from where he got into the car, "Mai..." His expression froze for a moment, Lestrade hurriedly pushed John Watson away and rushed to Mycroft, "Where's your medicinal wine? ?”

Mycroft was held back by his arms, and he shook his head in front of Lestrade wearily and frustratedly, "I didn't bring enough weight before going out, it would have been consumed long ago."

Immediately Lestrade took a flat bottle of wine from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth. Mycroft actually did so with his head thrown back, while John Watson looked on in bewilderment.

Watching McCulloft drink up a whole small wine bottle, then he leaned against the wall of the carriage and let out a deep breath, his nails gradually shortened and returned to the acceptable length for normal people, McColough He lowered his noble eyelids indifferently, and glanced calmly at John Watson, the animality and burning desire seemed to disappear inexplicably, "Oh, Greg, if you slow down, it will be too late, I almost broke If I broke the rules on the train, it would definitely make my badly injured brother even worse, he had to vomit blood and be angry with me in front of me."

Lestrade walked towards the kitchen with a smile, "You must be hungry, I'll get someone to prepare something to eat."

Sherlock Holmes returned to the train, and the news naturally spread. All the waiters on the Scarlet Rebirth were dispatched. The waiters wore neat steward coats and shuttled up and down the aisle, bringing out hot plates and exquisite porcelain bowls from the kitchen. , in which there were elaborate dishes, including turtle soup and lobster salad, crab and sweetbreads, oyster pie and lamb chops, turtle meat, fried chicken tenders, roast beef and veal crisps, Irish yams, green corn and Carrots, Jerusalem artichokes and lentils, piles of omelets and bread, wines that cost as much as the stars, distilled spirits, fresh milk from nowhere, trays of fresh cream, desserts and plums Pudding, Lemon Pie, Floating Island Pudding and Sponge Cake with Chocolate Sauce.

Miss Adler, Jielin, and Mycroft silently devoured food in the dining car, like wild wolves in a cage who were starved to death and suddenly got free. He drank bottle after bottle of that nasty unnamed private house wine, and kept pouring it down his throat like a life-saving medicine.

John Watson was quite amazed at the situation. He was also sitting at the side of the long table, but he had no appetite, and his heart was not with him now.

Then the group of people ate and drank enough, replenished their energy, and returned to the extravagant compartment belonging to the conductor. Miss Adler and Jielin entered the room first, and came out of the room after a while. They looked like She looked like she was kicked out, her eyes were red, especially Jielin, she was crying miserably, as if Sherlock had died in front of her eyes.

Miss Adler held back her tears very strongly, and stood outside the door facing Mycroft, Lestrade, and John Watson who had been waiting for a long time.

Sherlock Holmes, who stayed in the room, barely touched his food.

No matter how the plate was brought in, it came out exactly as it was.

"He doesn't like the food?" asked Lestrade. "He doesn't eat any of it."

"The food is good, Mr. Lestrade. It's just that Sherlock has no appetite. He is seriously injured, but he has to eat. I really don't know what to do with him."

"Miss Adler and Jielin still need medicinal wine?" Lestrade said, "Maybe you need to go back to the wing to rest? There are two hours before the sun goes down. I will meet you later."

"No..." said Miss Adler, "I'm afraid...I'm afraid he won't last until sunset."

John Watson wanted to yell at her to shut up, the words swirled around his lips, leaving a bitter taste on his tongue, and he was afraid.

Mycroft rejected her decisively, "My brother is not as fragile as you think, he will not die."

"But he was in such pain, the blood couldn't stop at all, he was almost dying, he was in such pain, his fingers were clenched together like tree roots... I can't heal him, and I can't help him He shares..." When Miss Adler said this, tears finally dripped down and hit the corner of her wet skirt, but her face still had a strong expression.

Jielin covered her face and cried loudly beside her, her crying could shake the roof of the car, "No, my Sherlock...no...I love him, he can't die! I won't live if he dies Yes! He is my master! What is the point of my life if he is dead!"

"That's enough, Jielin, how old are you, you still look like a child." Mycroft grabbed her and threw her into Lestrade's arms, "Gregor, put this noisy little Take the magpie to her wing, let her have a good rest, and don't disturb my brother at this door."

Lestrade obeyed his orders and took Jielin to another compartment, and the place suddenly became quiet.

John Watson stood quietly outside Sherlock's room door, he kept clenching his crutches tightly, he was powerless, and felt that he was terribly stupid standing here.

Mycroft looked at Miss Adler, "I'll find a healthier waiter in the carriage and send him to the room."

Miss Adler nodded, then shook her head again. "He'll be angry."

Mycroft sighed, "Yes, he will be angry, and he might never talk to me again. I can't let my only brother hate me."

"You guys are stuck here like a log, and Rory is talking too much." The aisle door of the carriage babbled open, and no one touched the door, as if the door panel was controlled by some kind of magic power. An old lady was There is a big sun hat in the carriage, which is a bit funny but also very weird. Half of her face is covered under the black sun hat, and the black gauze hanging from the hat cuts off most of the dark light in the cloudy sky. Her whole body is covered with It was black, and he wore thick black gloves on his hands. The neckline of the long skirt covered his chin, making it difficult to see his true face.She came with anger and honor, accompanied by Jasmine Amber with a black veil on her head, like a maid, and like an old lady's favorite.

It was the first time that John Watson saw Jasmine Amber take off her neutral uniform and wear a soft satin dress. Her dress was gorgeous green and was also covered with gloves. Round and big rubies are embellished just right. Her expression is similar to Jielin's, pale, sad, full of worry, which makes people feel pity.

"What are you waiting for, let the waiter go in." After the old lady finished speaking, Jasmine Amber pushed out a young male waiter from behind. The waiter stood in the middle of the aisle, lowering his head humbly. This living person was just like John Watson. He was in the prime of his life, handsome and handsome, on par with Lestrade.

The old lady lifted the waiter's chin, "How long have you been serving the blood race in the car?"

The waiter replied: "16 years."

"How old are you?"

"I've been in a car since I was 17."

"Which blood race in this car chose you as a servant."

"Not yet, ma'am."

Mrs. Hudson pondered for a while, then smiled, "Dear child, I have a surprise for you tonight. Are you willing to be the servant of our train conductor? I think you must be willing. How many people are waiting on this train The purpose is to choose him. Tonight I will make the decision for him. He is seriously injured. I think you know a little bit. To help him relieve his pain, food and medicinal materials are useless, dead blood, frozen blood It won't have any effect at all, so I can only drink the blood of living people, and there is life in that blood, so that he can quickly end his suffering injuries, child, are you willing to go into the room and become his servant?"

The waiter seemed to have heard the happiest blessing in the world, his lips were trembling with joy, and he couldn't speak clearly in the old lady's hand, "I am willing...but I, but will I get what I deserve? promise?"

"Of course, if you give your blood, you can also get what you deserve. The train conductor will definitely convert it for you personally, allowing you to gain unlimited years, changing you from a livestock to a noble blood, and allowing you to have A long-term life, your future will be brilliant! He will make you noble, keep you young forever, make you rich and beautiful, he is the master, you can get his glory tonight .”

"Really, Mrs. Hudson, is it true that Sherlock will give me the ceremony tonight?"

"Whatever you want, he will give you."

The waiter was almost ecstatic, the old lady kept grabbing his face and refused to let go, as if she was afraid that he would escape, but the waiter would not escape, anyone could see the ecstasy in his eyes, the ecstasy that his wish had come true was almost To make this man tremble and faint.

Mrs. Hudson turned her head to look at Miss Adler's face. The cold gaze through the black veil was terrifying. Miss Adler's white face suddenly turned dead gray. Her hand, placed in front of the old lady's eyes, was spread out, and there was a gold door key on it.

Mycroft firmly grabbed Miss Adler's wrist to stop him from offering the keys, "Mrs. Hudson, I don't want him to be tortured, but my brother is different..."

"That's a lot of nonsense, Mycroft. You have a mobile blood bank, and your words don't hurt, but your brother suffers alone in the room and has nothing." Passed the key, unlocked the door, looked coldly at the shivering waiter who was happy, and then pushed him in through the crack of the door.

John Watson's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly interrupted and asked, "Will he die if he goes in?"

Mrs. Hudson closed the door and sneered, "Of course he will die. Sherlock is so injured, how can he still have the strength to perform the ceremony for him? That silly child's thinking is too simple. The transformation ceremony given to humans by the blood race is very difficult. It's grand and cumbersome, and the seriously injured blood clan doesn't have the energy to finish it, but he can save the life of a great man like Sherlock, and it's a worthy death."

John Watson took a step forward angrily, "But you just promised him that he would get infinite life!"

"Didn't I say that he could go in and sacrifice himself willingly? How could Sherlock still have the energy to subdue an animal that kept resisting?" Mrs. Hudson looked at him, "You mind your own business, outsider, How can you understand what Sherlock has suffered."

John Watson wants to knock on that door and rescue the deceived waiter. The man will not get eternal life as he wished. He will be sucked dry by Sherlock Holmes and taken away by death, John Watson Outburst of his righteousness, he rushed to the door, and Jasmine Amber rushed in front of him like lightning, and the green shadow blocked his way.

John Watson snarled at her, "You murderers full of lies!"

The door suddenly slammed from the inside, and then opened a gap. Everyone quieted down all the voices of arguing outside the door, and then there was a wail from the door, which was Sherlock's deep and painful roar, and a figure was thrown from the room. When he came out, he bumped into the hard wall of the aisle, and the waiter who was thrown out shortly after entering was limp at the bottom of the aisle, he huddled under everyone's feet dazed and trembling, "I don't understand...he doesn't want me...he doesn't want to touch me... I……"

John Watson immediately pushed away Jasmine Amber's shoulders blocking the way, and stuck his crutches into the crack of the door, preventing him from closing the door, "Sherlock! Let me in!"

There was no movement or response from inside the door, but the force of the closing door was indeed more ferocious, and John Watson felt that his crutch was about to be snapped in two by the crack of the door.

"Sherlock!" John Watson shouted into it, "I can stop your bleeding, don't forget that I am a doctor!"

A sneer came from behind John Watson, he turned his face slightly, and Mrs. Hudson's old palm in velvet gloves was pressed against his back, "Go in, doctor, since you are so sure of saving him, hehehe, Then go in."

The old lady's powerful strength counterbalanced the door, and the door was defeated. John Watson was pushed forward by her and entered the room. The whole person fell into darkness.

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