Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Sherlock avoided his gaze, turned his face to a dark direction, and could hear the smile in his voice, "John, I'm glad you're my friend too, you don't have to look at me anymore, I don't think so." comfortable."

"But you still pinched me last night, forcing me to stare at you from the top of the tree not to take my eyes off."

"That's because," Sherlock sighed, "that's because I know I look great under the moonlight. I really underestimated your ability to follow me. You can't shake it off, just stick to it like that." I followed behind my coat, I don't want to show you what I look like at all, you will always think of me like this, you will never forget, you will always think, keep repeating in your mind, Sherlock Holmes in that Mornings are like the devil, uglier than the devil."

John Watson also avoided him and smiled. Sherlock's preoccupied state made him feel very comfortable for some reason.

Sherlock turned his back to him, "At a time like this, a true gentleman should take into account the dignity of others. It's obviously inconvenient for you to see me, but you still have to hold my chin to look at it for a long time."

"A man should count his scars as his success."

"I don't like this feat at all. I dare say that if you were you, you would complain about others. You don't care about your face, but you can be regarded as having handsome and correct facial features. I like neatness and cleanliness. I don't even Like to have a mustache on my face, if my brother wants to grow a mustache, I'll tell him till morning, will you grow a mustache, John?"

"Uh...maybe." John Watson fiddled with the grass beside him. "When I reach a certain age, I might grow a mustache."

"Don't grow a beard, John, I seriously advise you, it will make you ten years older, a veritable old man, and it will be hairy and sloppy when kissed."

"Sherlock... no one wants you to kiss me."

Sherlock turned his face slightly, and John Watson could only see his hazy outline.

"It's you who's tempting me."

"I'm fucking tempting you?" John Watson laughed, "It's obvious that I'm so fascinated by you that I can't tell the difference between the world and the north."

"There is something shining in you, but you don't even know it."

"Is there something glowing on me?" John Watson raised his hand in surprise and fumbled for his shirt, where there were only ordinary buttons and white monotonous fabric, and then he rubbed his face vigorously, "God , What kind of crap that glows on my face again?"

Sherlock turned his face sideways, and John Watson was surprised to find that half of his face had returned to white and smooth, his lips were still swollen, blood and tears flowed under his eye sockets, but most of the burns and blisters were gone.Such a change in such a short period of time is really amazing, but Sherlock still refused to fully reveal it, "I need sleep...I'm very sleepy during the day." Sherlock said, took out a small wine bottle, and put He drank half of the house wine in it, and he held up the bottle and thought, "I need the other half when I wake up." He said to himself, then took off his coat and curled up on John Watson's lap, "Although here Sleeping is kind of weird, I've never been camping, John."

John Watson raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "My thigh is not your damn pillow! Wait! If you sleep like this, will I not be able to move until dark?"

Sherlock curled up on his lap very tiredly, "I'm too tired to speak, if you can understand me, I'd be very grateful." Sherlock said, covering his head with his coat to block out all light sources.

John Watson raised his arms and didn't know where to put them. Sherlock fell asleep very quickly and very quietly. His curly hair was covered with a coat. He used John Watson's legs as his bed and fell into a deep sleep.

John Watson took a deep breath and boldly put his hands on his back. He was afraid of disturbing the sleeping vampire. Sherlock was very dangerous and violent when awakened. He had experienced it before, like a beast that could not be disturbed.

John Watson leaned bored on the scaffolding behind him, unable to see the train. He thought, those blood races might not be able to fight against sleepiness, and they all went back to the coffin-like dark room to rest. The crying Jielin, the worried Ai Miss Dele, even Sherlock's brother, should have gone to sleep peacefully with a feeling that John Watson couldn't understand.

All created beings have dreams.

John Watson felt that his dream was changing, and his dream began to be gradually implicated with someone.

It was hard to impress him with gorgeous words, but Sherlock's long and passionate speeches deeply infected him. Sherlock had a very great dream. Although John Watson still couldn't understand what that dream was, Sherlock seemed to be Wanting to establish friendship and mutual trust between humans and blood races, the Scarlet Rebirth set off at the junction of day and night. No matter where this fire dragon goes, it carries the banner of dispelling the ancient hostility.

The leader standing on top of the fire dragon is accomplishing a great cause.

In all the legends about vampires, vampires are the embodiment of pure evil. Those books and rumors claim that vampires have no soul, no morality, no hope of redemption, but John Watson saw completely different qualities in Sherlock.

He may have really killed countless people and done many terrible things, but Sherlock is not evil, he kills... Maybe it is because he had no choice at the beginning, he became like that, no choice, no good Evil as he may be, Sherlock's bloodthirsty instincts ruled him and sealed his fate.

But John Watson still insists that Sherlock has pure morality. Some humans are much worse than him. Humans don’t have the so-called physique that they will die if they don’t suck blood, but some people prefer to enjoy the pleasure of killing. Humans have Those who have a choice, choose good or evil, some people live by robbery and murder, some even eat human flesh, there was once a princess in the royal family who bathed in the blood of a young girl, superstitious, this can keep her face forever, these people are better than Sherlock Holmes is far worse.

John Watson opened his blurred eyelids, and a beautiful face was watching him curiously.

On that face, the eyes dominated everything. They were cold, hard, and mysterious. The irises were as delicate as satin, full of mist, and tenderness. John Watson stared at these eyes for a long time. Suddenly, he felt a sudden Heart palpitations, the pupils are surrounded by diamond-like rays of light, shining in the moonlight outside, like a large piece of polished rhinestones, entangled under the curly black bangs.

John Watson blinked his eyes, standing in front of the tip of his nose was a beast, tall and handsome, wearing a strange long trench coat, but he was indeed a beast with clothes, the outline of that face was the outline of stars and moon, And the eyes of this beast, his eyes are scarlet, not red to black, they are bright scarlet, glowing from within, scarlet, burning, scarlet.

He longed for John Watson.

John Watson felt it completely, he threw his head back desperately, avoiding this snow-white face with no burns or traces of disaster, Sherlock showed a charming and warm smile with his flawless facial features, like never Like seeing John Watson, there was surprise in that smile.

"I'm almost dumbfounded." Sherlock smiled and took out the half of the wine bottle left during the day from his pocket, and drank all the drink in it, and then the bright red burning in his pupils faded away. The blood-congested capillaries returned to the tint of smoky haze.

John Watson's heartbeat kept accelerating, like the boiler room after the train started, and it hit his chest with a flutter, "You woke up earlier than me?"

Sherlock stood up and led him up, "I usually wake up naturally when the sun goes down. When I opened my eyes, I found that I was in the wild, and there were living people around me. I was really shocked. It took me a long time to remember What happened this morning."

"Then you just stared at me?" John Watson leaned on his crutches, his legs were numb, and he was very hungry, thirsty, and his tongue was dry.

"Because you are good-looking." Sherlock said without much burden, and stepped into the night.

God knows that John Watson's heart is about to pop out of his throat. He instilled a mouthful of clear oxygen into the lungs deep in the ribs in the vast wilderness. If Sherlock kissed him just now, he must have He passed out directly, and he hadn't eaten for a long time now, so he had some hypoglycemia.

John Watson followed him, looking at his figure elongated by the moonlight alone. The shadow was very lonely, but John Watson was not alone.

"John, your heart beats so fast, it sounds like a well-oiled engine to my ears."

"Oh, really." John Watson thought to himself, he must quickly find an excuse to cover up and say a few words, "Your hearing is really good..."

"Let's talk about your coming home." Sherlock accepted the compliment just now with an elegant smile. He was completely different from the daytime. The weak, helpless ugly monster under the tree seemed to be different from him It doesn't matter, he is so beautiful now, so luxurious and elegant, even the way he walks makes people unable to take his eyes off, "I am not dismissing you, John, I am more and more reluctant to let you go, but you have to treat you Your family has an explanation, lest they think you were taken away by wolves, or something bad happened, you can go back, and when you want to come back, you are welcome to come back anytime."

When they returned to the Scarlet Rebirth, Miss Adler stood in front of him with red eyes, Sherlock was stunned for a moment, Miss Adler hugged him vigorously on tiptoe, and then quickly pushed him away, " Sherlock, what I value is not your willfulness, you can't be so willful anymore." Miss Adler turned around and left after saying this lesson, her gorgeous skirt was resolute.

Just as Sherlock took two steps in the aisle, Jielin cried and threw herself into his arms. Sherlock quickly turned around and held her in his arms like an 8-year-old girl with a strong arm. In the meantime, holding her in her arms, Jielin leaned on his shoulder and cried, "I thought you would never come back, dear Sherlock, every time you went on an adventure, I thought you would never come back."

John Watson quietly watched the scene where they kept embracing each other. John Watson slowly shifted his gaze to other places, and swept it to his toes, looking for a fixed point.

Sherlock carried her on the aisle for a long time, and did not put her down until the door of the cab, "I should tell Jasmine to start the car, you go to the banquet hall to play for a while, sing a song or dance." Jielin nodded Head, wiped away the tears, and then happily ran away in the aisle.

Sherlock opened the door of the driver's cab, and Jasmine Amber faced him with a tense face. Sherlock reacted extremely quickly and immediately took a step back, almost bumping into John Watson. Jasmine pulled him over forcefully, raised her hand to Giving him a slap, John Watson immediately covered his mouth and waited for the tragic slap.

Jasmine raised her hand and fixed it in mid-air, "You! How could you ruin your extraordinary life!"

Sherlock pursed his lips tightly. The question was too heavy for him to answer, and then Jasmine was half-hanging on top of him. John Watson turned his head, unable to look any further. He decided to look at the ceiling, trying to find it from above. There is a leaking crack.

Jasmine put her arms around his neck tightly, Sherlock led her around, the green hairband on the ponytail fluttered in the air, Sherlock brought her to the joystick, put his arms around her waist at the front of the car, facing her The top of his head smiled and said, "We're driving to London tonight. I don't think the two hunters, Donovan and Anderson, will be able to get up and catch me tonight."

John Watson sat down beside the small square table silently. Sherlock stretched out his arms and picked up his arms, preventing his buttocks from finding their way. "Let's go to the dining car for a meal, doctor, your stomach is like a dozen The snare drum, beating non-stop."

John Watson silently followed behind him, the sound of the crutches hitting the ground sounded very abrupt, he was already mentally prepared, no matter who else would fall into the arms of Sherlock Holmes, no matter who it was, even He wouldn't be surprised if it was Lestrade or Mycroft.

For God's sake, even if Mrs. Hudson was being spun around in his arms, John Watson would try to be as magnanimous as possible to forgive her.

Sherlock looked back at him, "Doctor, you were very quiet when you got in the car."

Sherlock walked into the dining car lit with candles and kerosene lamps, where his brother was waiting for him, one long and noble hand resting on the tabletop, crossing his legs, Sherlock sat next to him, and Mycroft looked at him My younger brother has been watching for a long time.

For a long time, John Watson felt that time had stopped in this pair of eyes.

"Your Majesty, next time you are going to bask in the sun, don't bring any humans with you." Mycroft glanced at John Watson gloomyly. "If he knows too much, I will slit his throat with my own hands."

Sherlock casually invited John Watson to take a seat, "My brother, you sleep with a human being in your arms every night, how can you guarantee that you will not reveal any secrets in your sleep."

Mycroft narrowed his eyes at him, there was an indelible majesty in those eyes, and there was a thousand-year-old iceberg flowing in his eyes, "Greg is my servant, there is a contract between me and him, and there is Promise, a servant will never betray his master, but you, it’s different, what is he yours? He’s nobody, he’s just a passenger on the wrong bus.”

John Watson smelled the barbecue patties on the plate, and couldn't help but salivate. He picked up the knife, stretched out his hand to cut a piece, and then blew hot and cold air, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Then he raised his head and looked at Mycroft's icy eyes in amazement, "What's the matter? I didn't think about anything while I was eating, and this can disturb you too?"

"My brother wants to arrange for you to get off the bus in London, but I don't trust you. Before you, there were indeed cunning humans who got on the bus and successfully deceived us. As a result, he went to find a vampire hunter as soon as he got off the bus. This is how the train was targeted by hunters before, and it has caused countless battles for more than 100 years."

John Watson rolled his big sapphire blue eyes, "But I don't know a vampire hunter, and I don't have any friends with this profession around me."

"You can find them by advertising in the newspaper!"

"Amazing..." John Watson sighed, "You mean, vampire hunters will also advertise in newspapers, which is amazing, I have never noticed such advertisements, should I go back to the human world to buy a newspaper? What will they write on the advertisement column? A certain vampire hunting company? Has the fastest efficiency and most experienced hunters? 24 hours to undertake business? Saturdays and Sundays all year round?"

"Don't provoke me, John Watson, my brother dotes on you very much now, and because you donated blood for him once, I don't treat you like an animal, but that doesn't mean you can treat me Rub your nose on your face!"

"Okay, okay, you can't joke." John Watson put down the knife, leaned forward seriously, and made direct contact with him with his straight glass eyes without impurities, "I don't care about this." How many enemies in the world want Sherlock Holmes' life, how many people want him to die, but I am definitely not among those people. I can even say that if someone wants to kill him, I might stand in front of him. I'll just say it once, and I'll never say it again, he's my friend, and I won't betray my friend unless he's crazy, or he's a different person."

Mycroft was silent, then he stood up, Sherlock also stood up, Mycroft stretched out his hand, Sherlock glanced at him, and then stretched out his hand like that, the two had a heavy bond and affection Hold each other firmly, "Sherlock, you are the blood lord among the blood lords, the king we have been waiting for, you are the real strong, I never doubted you, I never stopped you from taking risks, you are a Smarties who know their limits, there is no one who loves life more than you, I trust you, you will bring the Kindred together and bring us back to the lost city, the dark city, our own kingdom. It's true yes, right?"

Sherlock nodded.

Mycroft went out after speaking.

John Watson asked him blankly and naively, "What dark city? What kingdom?"

Sherlock smiled, "Fool, first feed the howling worms in your belly, I'm almost crying for your rumbling belly." He held up the iced mint julep on his white He poured it down between his fingers, and on his beautiful neck line, the Adam's apple was floating up and down in the esophagus with swallowing.

Oh my God, John Watson remembers at times like this that he has two stomachs.

The train drove back to the platform of London Railway Station in less than an hour. John Watson licked his nervously anxious lips with his tongue. Stepping on the familiar but seemingly unfamiliar platform, he turned his head and looked Glancing at Sherlock, Sherlock showed a pale smile.

Lestrade pushed aside, jumped out of the train, and handed John Watson a small birdcage covered with a black cloth.

John Watson took it very curiously. He almost lost the birdcage when he lifted the black cloth. Inside was an upside-down vampire bat.

"Damn it, you want me to take this back to meet my family as a special product?" John Watson carried the birdcage far away, for fear that the little thing inside would leave a tooth mark on his finger.

Lestrade smiled brightly, "We can't just stop the train here and wait for you, doctor, it will hinder the traffic. This time you go home, you can go back as long as you like." Lestrade avoided Sherlock Holmes, but no matter how he hides, it is useless. Sherlock can even hear the sound of blood vessels flowing. Lestrade lowered his voice in his ear, covering his mouth with the palm of his hand, "You'd better Just don’t come back. Doctor, stay at home. There are many dangers on this train, and what you encounter is just superficial. If you are determined to follow Sherlock Holmes, then you will have to suffer.”

Lestrade stood up straight and put his hands behind his back in front of him solemnly. After he finished speaking ill of Sherlock, his voice became louder, "Well, doctor, this little bat is our messenger. When you feel that you need to When you summon our fire dragon, open the cage, and this little thing will fly over the mountains to our train, and when we do, we will come to pick you up in our own way."

John Watson couldn't believe it, "It can find you no matter how far away?"

"Yes, don't underestimate them, these are small spiritual things." Lestrade walked on the train, the wheels were still on, and the chimney was still emitting white smoke, waiting to leave at any time, Lestrade Suddenly, as if he remembered it, he turned around quickly, "Be sure to let it go at night, this little guy is lazy in broad daylight and can't fly. By the way," Lestrade remembered something again, "Please let him fly every day." Feed it a cup of chicken blood, or you will miss us for ten and a half months, and when you remove the black cloth, you will find that it has starved to death."

"Can I go back for ten days and half a month?"

"More than that, if you go back for half a year, a year, or even three years, there is no difference for our train. The most important thing our train conductor lacks is age. No matter how long you go, he waits for a day. Wait, wait. Ten years is also waiting, for him, waiting is not difficult, he is best at finding things to do to pass the time."

Lestrade went back to the cab, Sherlock looked at him, put his hands in the windbreaker pockets, leaned against the door frame, smiled quietly, since John Watson stood on the platform of the human world, Sherlock didn't say anything Half a sentence of language.

All he reflected in John Watson's eyes was his gentle smile.

John Watson held the golden birdcage covered with black velvet, raised his head and stared at the blood clan aloft, this incomparable king, his eyes were filled with thick fog of indistinguishable emotions, the train slowly took him to move forward.

John Watson's heart shrank, he even wanted to run along with the train, use his small, humble steps, follow the dragon's tail, throw himself into his arms like Jielin, let his strong arms hug him Live and never be separated from him again.

The author has something to say:

The staring game doctor lost

Yes, it's time to say goodbye to Xiao Xia again

I was uncharacteristically, I abused Xiaohua non-stop before, but now I abuse Xiaoxia non-stop

But what I hate in my heart is Xiao Hua【Well, I will forgive you for everything unless Xiao Hua gives you the first time to Xiao Xia

I faintly feel someone calling me in the dark

Woke up with two more holes in the neck, so confusing

Come back on February 2th for an update