Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Sherlock stroked John Watson's cheek, then let go of him, and sat back on a sofa, with his fingers folded together, his white fingers resting on his beautiful lips, and for a moment, John Watson felt him trembling.

The candlelight was bright, John Watson put on his clothes, and sat on the edge of the bed silently buttoning his shirt. He didn't make a sound, and he didn't know where to ask.

"I have to go out." Sherlock glanced at his wing door.

"Did he come to kill you?"

"I don't think so. He didn't want to kill me, or he did it last time. I think he came to humiliate me." Sherlock adjusted his sitting posture nervously, "I have to go out."

John Watson glared at him. "Sherlock? Are you afraid?"

Sherlock pursed his lips tightly, "I shouldn't be afraid, I'm so powerful, I shouldn't." He seemed to be encouraging himself, then he jumped up from the sofa in frustration and stood at the door, "I'm going out to see him , in any case, he cannot destroy my train."

Sherlock put his finger on the doorknob, he turned his head, and John Watson looked at him angrily, "If you dare, if you dare to say a word to me now that you are not allowed to follow you, I swear, I will hate you!" You, and I'll use jerk instead of your name."

Sherlock smiled bitterly, he was a little weak, "He... once... beat me... I don't want you..."

"So what, let me go out and meet him, and see what this heart-eating demon looks like."

Sherlock sighed, he turned around, sighed again, then he bent down, picked up the crutch, and handed it to John Watson, "Follow me, John, with you by my side, I might not be so Afraid, I will not allow anyone to hurt you, even if it takes my life."

John Watson took the crutches and walked side by side in the aisle with him, they were getting closer and closer to the banquet hall, John Watson's sixth sense suddenly sensed a strong danger, his adrenal glands were stronger than emotion// The exuberant desire just became more boiling, and there seemed to be a dark cliff ahead that he could not imagine waiting for him.

Countless tiny candles were lit in the luxurious banquet hall. John Watson's eyes reflected the candlelight. He accompanied Sherlock and walked into the door of the banquet hall. Lun Mingyue, wearing an expensive black suit, stood next to this figure with two other attendants, one was wearing a black floor-length dress, black shawl hair, and a girl with an oriental face, the other was wearing a gray suit with a The old man in the gray low-brimmed hat is short, and the old man wears a pair of big reading glasses.

A large number of blood races in the car sat in the deep velvet chairs, no matter men or women, they all held glasses of cocktails in silence, lowered their heads and dared not look directly at the gloomy uninvited guest.

There was a dead silence in the banquet hall.

No one dared to move.

"Sherlock Holmes, we meet again. I'm afraid you won't believe me if I say that I miss you during the parting time. Your heart is delicious. When I wake up every night feeling hungry and thirsty, the first It was you who was thinking of." The sinister figure turned his head and spoke in an extremely soft voice, and John Watson saw his light blond hair, which was as bright as sugar strands, and the graceful and luxurious golden color was very light, Turned pale in the candlelight, this is a resolute, handsome guy with a rebellious expression, a soft light glowing on his white face, his complexion is very pale, as if he just experienced an avalanche, A white shirt with a lace front, and an embossed ring on his hand.

He had a careless expression on his face, crooked mouth corners, and ice-blue eyes with a smirk, "Why did you all stop? You were dancing and drinking just now, why did you become so stupid when I came here?" .” He said, facing Sherlock Holmes in a tall and straight posture.

"Sebastian Moran," said Mycroft, standing in front of Sherlock, "sit down for a drink," said Mycroft.

The expression on the stranger's cold face remained unchanged, but there was a sharp sense of teasing in the pair of ice blue eyes, fixed on Sherlock, "Drinking? The same as when we met here, would you recommend me the medicinal wine for ecstasy and nourishment?"

Standing far in front of Sherlock, he said contemptuously, "There is a kind of wine that can suppress the blood desire and thirst of the blood race. This is what you want to drink, isn't it? I didn't make fun of you... Sherlock Holmes... suppressed Bloodlust? You want a human to eunuch/castrate himself, a man not to be tempted by a naked/naked woman, a vampire who doesn’t suck blood? What’s the point of you living?" When he said this, he couldn’t take his eyes off Looking at Sherlock Holmes.

"You just need to tell me, whether you drink it or not, in my car, the vampires have to drink my wine to be eligible to stand here." Sherlock responded coldly, his eyes were misty, but Very powerful.

The man glanced contemptuously at the conductor, and then moved his eyes to John Watson. He smiled slightly at John Watson, "Your servant has chosen well." That chick Jielin is much braver, his eyeballs dare to stare at me, he is the only living person in this car who dares to stare at me."

"I don't know you, and I don't take you for an onion." John Watson said calmly, "I stared at you to see how much you look like a devil. You hurt Sherlock, and I One hundred percent, I will avenge him at any time, I have been trying not to scold you, I think you should be able to hear my heart, you may feel noisy, but I am really sorry, I look at your cannibalism I can't help the goddam face of the heart."

"I know, John Watson, I know, you're calling me, do you think I'm going to get mad at you? Do you stand up to a barking dog, you don't fight a dog, and I don't fight a cow Angry, I spoke to you because you looked at me too long and made me uncomfortable. I would goug out your eyes and drink your blood, but not now. I will take care of you later. Let me let you go now. Let me have a few more words with your master."

Sherlock frowned.

John Watson wanted to contradict him again, but Sherlock raised his hand to stop him, "John, wait a minute and listen to what he wants to say."

"Well... what do I want to say?" Sebastian smiled. "I want to say, Sherlock Holmes, you have no idea what stupid behavior you are doing. What is the matter with the wine?" , just relying on a bottle of wine, you want to subvert the life habits of the blood race since ancient times? Subvert our tradition? You want to use your beautiful but old train to conquer all the blood race on the ground, let them follow you, listen to your nonsense, Eternal life, but no longer sucking blood, I tell you, Sherlock Holmes, you will definitely overturn, or the whole train will fall into an unfathomable hell, you know, someone is paying attention to you, two Sherlock Holmes, I The master, he is an elder, he has paid attention to you, of course, he has been living in seclusion for a long time and has been out of the world, but after listening to my report, he is very, very interested, and was given by Sherlock Holmes Exasperated, to tell the truth, my master, Mr Moriarty, is very anxious to know both Holmes."

Mycroft smiled, "Elder? I don't mind receiving an elder. There are only seven elders left on this land, and they all lived for thousands of years. If I am lucky enough to meet one of them, That must be very interesting."

Sherlock echoed softly from the side, "Yes, my brother, if you kill his servant, you can draw out that elder and let him visit. This is a very exciting moment for us."

"Kill me?" Sebastian immediately conjured up a face that only a beast had, "You are not qualified, little one, how long have you lived? You are not yet two hundred years old, even though your brother is already over two hundred years old , but he is still not as good as me! I have been alive for 200 years, and I have never met such a tender little devil as you, who dare to stand in front of me, order me to drink that kind of wine, order me not to suck blood, and threaten me. You uttered wild words and wanted to kill me."

"Yao Sulin, go, pass me a bottle of that wine, let me taste it." Sebastian ordered.

The oriental woman in the long black dress had a haughty face, walked to the wine table in silence, picked up a new bottle of private house wine without a label, peeled off the sealing wax with her fingernails, pulled out the cork, poured into the glass, then walked up to Sebastian with the bottle and glass, and handed him the wine humbly.

"What's in it? Tell me, Sherlock Holmes, we met too hastily last time. I was so concerned about sucking the blood and flesh of that family. You broke in so rudely and interrupted my dinner." , I don’t even have time to listen to you in detail, now that you’re standing here, in such a comfortable luxury train, and your blood subordinates are in front of you, why don’t you describe this wine in front of them, how about it? Those who follow you in the hall, I see, and Miss Adler, she is as afraid of me as last time, dare not look at me, I admire her, I think if I want to take a wife, Ed Miss Le is the best candidate, she is very beautiful, isn't she, Sherlock Holmes, do you agree?"

The expression on Miss Adler's face was indecipherable. She lowered her eyes amidst the crowd of vampires, burying her purple pupils in the shadows.

Sherlock said calmly, "Yes, I agree, she is beautiful, but she is my follower."

Sebastian just snorted coldly. He shook the wine glass in his hand, and the thick liquid stirred in the glass, "Can this wine get rid of the shackles of hunger and thirst?"

"Yes."

"Then what's in it?"

Sherlock looked at the cup in his hand, moved his lips, and said slowly, "Human blood...beast blood...mainly sheep blood, and some metals, and chemicals. I boiled the blood to make it It's dried, and absinthe and brandy are added to it, and preservatives..."

"Oh..." Sebastian pouted, "No wonder it smells disgusting... Sorry... Brewer, you continue."

Sherlock pursed his lips, "I also added herbs and potassium salts, and iron, mixed with some laudanum."

"Where did you learn how to make wine?"

"This is alchemy." Sherlock looked directly at him. "I didn't succeed once. I drank thousands of medicinal wines that I developed. I perforated my stomach and writhed with colic because of these experiments. Most of the medicinal wines After drinking it, it will only make me vomit out of my head, but the result has never appeared. I have consumed hundreds of bottles, hundreds of cans of blood and medicine, until one day, this cup of things in your hand was born, it It can quell hunger and thirst, overcome the animal nature of the blood race, it can end fear, it can promote mutual trust between humans and the blood race, and establish a friendly relationship of equality and coexistence, it can no longer make the blood race bear the guilt of killing... Create a brilliant A new era of..."

"Hahahahaha..." The visiting trio of villains all laughed at the same time, "The guilt of killing people...hahaha...a new era of equality...sheep's blood? laudanum? alchemy...hahaha "

Sherlock stood in front of them in embarrassment, his face was covered with displeasure, and he was still chanting stubbornly, "This wine can... this wine can save the blood race from going out to hunt at night like before, This wine can bring peace and beauty to the blood race..." Sherlock licked his lips amidst the mocking laughter, and continued to talk unwillingly, "This wine quenches hunger and thirst... so that the blood race will no longer be tortured, No longer being manipulated by desire, let the blood race get relief..."

"Have you said enough, little priest?" Sebastian laughed and said contemptuously, "So you used some messy things to conquer the natural bloodthirsty habits of blood races for tens of thousands of years? Very good, This fairy tale sounds very good and very tempting, making it hard for me to refuse this kind of proposal, since you recommend it so hard, why don't I just taste your wine?" Sebastian glanced at the people in the hall Every blood race, whoever he looked at, immediately lowered his head, and no one dared to speak.

"Looks like he's forcing all of you to drink this wine," Sebastian said with a smile. "Whether you like it or not, there's nothing you can do about it." You are all powerful, he is your ruler, isn’t he, he is your king, hahahaha, this wine! After drinking it, it can calm down the killing habits of the vampires! This wine! Can make us no longer suck blood and hunger and thirst! "Sebastian raised his head and laughed loudly, "Your Majesty Sherlock! You speak so miraculously about this wine!" He shouted amid bursts of wild laughter, "Let me try the feeling of no longer being manipulated by blood desire!" Sebastian raised his head and drank the liquid in his hand. He frowned and smashed his mouth, "It's really bad. I really don't understand how you are willing to submit to him."

Sebastian suddenly concentrated the murderous intent in his eyes, and dropped the wine glass to the ground as quickly as a vulture spreading its wings. His face darkened, his laughter suddenly stopped, and a black shadow suddenly flashed across John Watson's face. In front of the eyes, in the next second, a loud scream echoed on the train, lingering mournfully in the banquet hall.

John Watson widened his eyes, watching as Sebastian grabbed an innocent waiter and tore his throat open. The vampire only had darkness in his eyes. He opened his sharp teeth and allowed two mouthfuls of that He threw the blood of the living, and threw his dying corpse at his feet, "King, this wine is not very effective, did I drink too little?" Sebastian said, picking up his entourage—— The ghostly and graceful oriental girl Yao Sulin held the wine bottle with her mouth open and drank the whole bottle. He wiped his lips stained red with blood and wine with the back of his hand and stared at Sherlock's angry face.

"I'm done drinking, do you guess if the desire in my body has subsided? Do you think I will rip the throat of the next animal? Guess what, Your Majesty." He said harshly and sarcastically.

Sherlock was watching him too.

There was a cold and hard light in Sherlock's eyes, like two bottomless black holes, unfathomable eyes.

John Watson was surprised to find that Sherlock's nails were growing and became sharp like blades. Sherlock used his extremely dark eyes to hypnotize Sebastian. The arrogance and contempt contained in these eyes are So fierce, John Watson has never seen Sherlock show such a ferocious and beastly demeanor.

It was the look of being ready to fight.

Sebastian smiled lightly, and in a flash, he grabbed another waiter. His eyes were burning, and he opened his sharp teeth, tearing off a piece of flesh from the waiter's neck. The painful cry echoed nonstop, John Wah Sheng wanted to rush up, but Sherlock Holmes moved faster and faster than him, and the sharp claws swept towards Sebastian Moran fiercely with the wind in the air.

With a bloodthirsty smile, Sebastian tiptoed back quickly, before Sherlock's nails touched him, Sebastian suddenly grabbed another waiter in the lightning movement, sharp nails Pierced the waiter's body, the waiter looked at the inexplicably pierced five fingers in front of him in shock and bewilderment, Sebastian smiled and let his sharp five fingers pierce deeper, and then pulled / pulled / out , licked/licked the hot blood with human/body temperature between his fingers, and before Sherlock jumped in front of him, he moved to another living person who was completely dumbfounded, and pinched the soft cervical vertebra of the living person with both hands, He twisted cruelly.

There was a crunching sound like breaking wood in the hall, and the waiter coughed helplessly, then stopped moving, his eyes were wide open, his head drooped, his broken neck limply folded into a right angle on his shoulders, and his body It fell down like a rag doll, its head grotesquely turned sideways on the carpet, almost as if it had grown out of direction on its body.

Sherlock strikes him again, slashing the claw, but Sebastian is too quick, and leaps back, dodging the blow and giving Sherlock a triumphant laugh.

Sherlock's pale face contorted with anger.

John Watson found desperately that in the entire banquet hall, except for Mycroft, no blood race stepped forward to help Sherlock Holmes, even Jielin, or even Miss Adler. The train wheels started at this moment, It should be Lestrade who worked with Jasmine in the cab to speed up the car.

John Watson thought that they let the car start so quickly, probably to prevent Sebastian's backup from coming to the car in an endless stream.

"I'll kill you!" Sherlock blurted out suddenly, "I can't slaughter my own kind, but I'm willing to bear all the charges and kill you!"

"Let's see who wins first." Sebastian stepped back gracefully in front of his eyes, "Jeff!" He called out to his entourage in gray clothes and gray hat, and the old man in glasses answered him, Sebastian laughed and shouted, "Together with Yao Sulin, slaughter this train! Let's have a full meal! Tonight, no one will be left alive here!"

"You scum!" Sherlock tore the front of his suit with his sharp claws, but Sebastian just tiptoed lightly, then dodged from him like lightning, and jumped onto an unsuspecting man. Next to the waiter, he inserted five hard nails shining coldly into the waiter's celestial cap, and the waiter fell to the ground with a howl, and more people rushed to the gate of the banquet hall, where the two evil followers had long been guarding. , Whoever rushed over would tear his throat, and the whole hall wailed for a while, and the blood of those innocent waiters soaked the clothes of these two attendants.

Only those blood races were still sitting quietly in their chairs, ignoring the massacre of the living. Jielin threw herself into Miss Adler's arms, watching the blood plasma floating into the air with her burning eyes. John Watson heard them In this thick bloody air, I couldn't bear the sound of grinding my teeth.

Sherlock turned around and yelled at these sneaky blood followers, "I'm your king if I'm still alive! I don't allow you to cooperate with them, I don't allow you to participate in this killing! On this train, what do I say? , you have to listen!"

Sebastian grabbed a bloody corpse that had just been created. The corpse was disembowelled by him, the intestines poured out, and fell slipperily to the ground. He discarded the corpse and chuckled disdainfully, "You can't stop it!" Yes, Sherlock Holmes, you are not as strong as I am, I am older than you anyway, but I am your elder, I am willing to play with you to save face."

"I must kill you, I must!" Sherlock ran up to him and grabbed his neck. Sebastian couldn't stop smiling between his strong fingers, completely ignoring Sherlock. Put it in your eyes.

"It's just so little strength...you fell into my hands last time."

"Not this time."

Sherlock's pupils are burning sharply, bright red, and his expression is like a desperate beast: "I don't care how you deny me, I have accomplished what my race has never done, and I have created a new era for my people. A new era, I don't care how you look down on me, I tell you, devil, as long as I live, I will supply that kind of wine endlessly, I will make this land no longer have terrible darkness, no more Hunter and prey, I will make the vampires no longer need to hide, nor despair, no more bloody and depraved nights, devil, you have to admit, I have conquered hunger and thirst!" Sherlock pierced with a dizzying speed His throat, the nail dug deep into Sebastian's carotid artery, and then Sherlock cut the claw across like an ear of rice.

Sebastian jumped and took a quick step back, clutching his neck, blood seeped from between his fingers, and dripped a lot on his shoulders, soaking the collar of the white shirt inside, his icy blue Eyes immersed in shadows, looking at Sherlock's face resentfully, "I tell you, I'm really angry this time."

Sebastian let go of his hand from the neck, and John Watson was surprised to find that the skin on his neck was healing rapidly, the blood-stained skin was wriggling at a gentle speed, slowly sticking When I went back, the blood stopped instantly.

John Watson turned his head, and Mycroft was entangled with Yao Sulin's oriental female vampire, and he couldn't get away. He looked at the man named Jeff, and the old man with glasses in a gray hat caught him with his eyes. He was as excited as a hunter seeing a little hare in the field. Jeff giggled and ran towards John Watson. John Watson turned and ran around the small round table, and Jeff jumped on the round table. Grab John Watson's shoulder, and the other sharp claw holds John Watson's neck.

He muttered excitedly, "Sherlock Holmes's servant, Sherlock Holmes's servant, he has excellent vision and taste. Looking at the decoration in this car, you can tell that his servant must also be very delicious."

John Watson's feet were off the ground. Jeff slowly straightened his body on the table and lifted John Watson into the air. His strength was dozens of times stronger than that of ordinary people. John Watson searched out of the corner of his eye for anyone He would stand up for him, but unfortunately he didn't find one. He raised his crutch and slammed it hard on Jeff's forehead.

The cane didn't do anything to his injury, Jeff was indifferent, just giggled, "Fierce little hare, I'll pull your head off and let your blood spurt to the ceiling."

John Watson felt the strength in his throat tighten, and he was suffocated. He raised his crutches again, and Jeff looked at him and laughed again, "Your painless..."

John Watson held the crutch with his backhand, and raised the metal-studded end fiercely behind his head, and then inserted straight forward, a smear of blood splashed on John Watson's face, Jeff looked up in pain Shouting, the vampire's sharp claws let go of John Watson, and John Watson firmly grasped the crutch he inserted // into Jeff's eye socket, pulled it out forcefully, and then fell to the floor.

"It's disgusting." John Watson muttered, he got up holding the crutches stained with vampire plasma, his hands were sticky with blood, which made him at a loss, and finally he chose to wipe his hands on his pants, Jeff Covering his eyes and screaming in the frenzied pain, John Watson listened to his screams calmly, thinking that it would be great if he also had retractable claws, and he would definitely take the opportunity to break the head of this nasty old vampire.

The old man let go of his hand, and looked at John Watson with a terrifying face that lost his eyeballs, "I'll goug out your eyes too, and I'll cut off your nose, beast." He rushed angrily Come here, the claws are sharper than blades, and they are about to cut off John Watson's nose.

"Sherlock!" John Watson subconsciously called his most trusted person with his eyes closed.

Then he slowly opened his eyes, Sherlock took a long breath in front of him, grabbed Jeff's sharp claws in time, and he glanced at John Watson's little blood-stained face , "You are so naughty, you poked him in the eye, you poked it right, well done, my John."

John Watson unexpectedly raised his crutches, taking advantage of the very opportune moment when Sherlock subdued Jeff, he inserted the metal head of the crutches into Jeff's other eye socket without hesitation, John Watson fiercely Gritting his teeth, Sherlock pulled out/out/the crutch again, and slowly let go of Jeff, watching him roll miserably on the ground, completely devoid of the dignity of a vampire, pitifully begging for mercy at everyone's feet .

Sherlock looked at John Watson in surprise, and John Watson just stared back at him with a panicked expression, "Do you want to know, Sherlock, if you dare to disobey me in front of me, How will I deal with you?"

Sherlock immediately shook his head obediently in front of his eyes, "John, I promise I will behave well in front of you."

The author has something to say:

Xiao Hua who broke out was very scared, Xiao Xia expressed that she was a little bit big in case she accidentally got married in the future

In the next chapter, I am a little worried about what will happen to Xiaoxia

The promised day will not lie to you, tomorrow is cheap

Thank you for your collection, thank you for every comment on good children's shoes, I am very full

【Yao Sulin maybe you can still remember which character you borrowed, but I don’t think you can remember Jeff】

[Think hard! ! !Gray hat! ! !Thin frame glasses! !Little old man! ! ! 】

【Yes! !very good! !None of you remember! !marvelous! ! 】

【It was the taxi driver who was shot dead by the military doctor. . .Unexpectedly, after traveling here, she still got into a relationship with Xiao Hua and suffered bad luck helplessly]