Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Chapter 4 Chapter 4 John Watson's Wrong Car Incident

London, UK, October.

John Watson tapped heavily on the ticket counter with his walnut cane, "Are there any tickets left? I want a train ticket to Oxford University."

The conductor was an old man wearing glasses. He was startled by the sound of the crutches and finally woke up from his doze. He looked up at John Watson and smiled inside the ticket desk, "Oxford? Oxford has it!" He kindly Said, "Oxford is full of people, there's a medical conference going on there, aren't you a doctor too? But you look so young, you should be a student."

"No, I'm a doctor, a practicing doctor." John Watson said angrily. He had expected that someone would draw such a conclusion about him. He didn't take his ability seriously when he was young. He was only 22 years old. Wrong, but he is a real doctor, running a clinic passed down from his ancestors, John Watson's clinic is very popular in the neighborhood, and has some reputation, so he was invited to Oxford University as a doctor to attend a Formal and professional medical congress.

But John Watson didn't need anyone's understanding, "Just give me a ticket to Oxford." John Watson lost his temper for no reason.

The old conductor nodded nervously, "There are really not many tickets for Oxford, and the location may not be very good, it is far away from the dining car."

"I still want it, I'm in a hurry." John Watson glanced at the quaint clock behind the old man. He unbuttoned the brass button of his coat and took out his gold pocket watch. At 7 o'clock in the evening, John Watson asked uncertainly, "Can you be there before 10pm?"

"If there are no accidents, I mean, there are never any accidents on the train. Hurry up and get on the train now, and you will arrive in Oxford at 9:[-]." The conductor stamped with old hands, tore up the ticket, collected money, and exchanged money. Moves like he's a teenager.

John Watson put the pocket watch and ticket together, put them in the vest pocket, and carried his only luggage, an old suitcase, and his crutches, John Watson turned around cautiously, with a deep nasal voice Taking a deep breath, he turned and walked to the platform below.

He is not used to going out at night. He has kept himself safe all his life and lived a life that has never encountered any misfortune. John Watson waved his cane openly and aboveboard. Okay, he refused all the bellboys' help and walked straight to the far end of the train.There were more people going back and forth in the evening than he expected. John Watson was hit hard a few times when he was going down the stairs. Several men in peaked caps nodded and apologized to him. John Watson also nodded in response without thinking too much.

However, when he stood at the door of the carriage facing the serious and expressionless ticket inspector, John Watson was in a daze for a long time when he was about to take out the ticket from his pocket again. His valuable gold pocket watch and the train ticket he just bought were all missing. After flying away, John Watson looked back at the staircase with people coming and going. He had been bumped by people on it for many rounds. At that time, he didn't even have any sense of being stolen. sigh.

He didn't want to waste time calling the police for an old watch. Although the watch was a very memorable birthday gift for him, John Watson didn't expect to find it from the crowd. John Watson came back again. At the ticket counter, the old man had already set up his glasses and was counting his drawers. John Watson asked him again for a ticket to Oxford. This repeated dialogue made him feel a little ridiculous.

"Are there any tickets left? I want a train ticket to Oxford."

The old man was startled again. John Watson didn't knock on the crutches, but his familiar voice made the old man think he had seen a ghost. He looked up at John Watson again, and showed that professional smile again, "Oxford ? Didn’t you just buy Oxford?”

"lost."

The old man widened his eyes and adjusted his glasses, "In just 10 minutes, sir lost the ticket?"

"Yes, there are pickpockets at the station."

"Oh, I forgot to remind you, I should have reacted and reminded you as soon as I saw your shiny gold pocket watch. Shall I contact the station police?"

"No, hurry and give me a ticket. I must be in Oxford by ten o'clock."

"But..." the old man said in embarrassment, "I wish you had come two steps earlier. Just now the last two tickets were sold to a couple who also went to Oxford."

"The last two?"

"Let me just say, there are not enough seats for a large number of passengers rushing to Oxford today. I'm really sorry, there are no tickets."

"No more tickets?!" John Watson was very surprised. He just went down the stairs, and then walked up the stairs. After a while, he was told that he couldn't go to Oxford.

At this time, he heard the train from London to Oxford under the platform officially start the huge wheels, the axles clicked, clicked, and the train started, and it was the last train to Oxford.

John Watson refused to accept the reality, he asked again unwillingly, "In any case, I have to go to Oxford tonight, you can find a way for me."

The old man spread his hands towards him helplessly, "I can't help you, young doctor."

John Watson punched the ticket counter angrily. He carried his luggage and walked down the platform again. He watched with melancholy the tail of the train that was supposed to carry him disappear into the night sky. The ticket inspectors also finished their work, and they scattered Then, I don't know where he went, and John Watson was the only one left on the empty platform.

John Watson sat slumped on the waiting bench, dropped his luggage at his feet, and hugged his head. His academic reports were full of 30 pages, and now he was about to see the efforts made for these reports go to waste. , He was wasting his efforts in vain, he couldn't even touch the edge of Oxford, how could he publish his painstaking report in public at the medical conference.

John Watson didn't even want to think that he spent several nights and days on these medical files. He was sitting quietly on the platform at the moment, neither wanting to go back to the clinic nor to go home. He didn't know where to go. Untold frustration, and setbacks.

John Watson looked at the railway under the platform in front of him. There were 6 railways parallel to each other, separated by several platforms. There were so many dazzling routes and so many waiting points, but there was no place for him.John Watson sat quietly on the bench for nearly an hour before he was willing to leave. He lifted the luggage under his feet, and suddenly heard a strange sound of light brakes between the train wheels and the rails.

It gave him a strange feeling because there was no whistle signal at all during the brakes, and it just calmly slid into the opposite railway track and stayed there for a short while.

John Watson stared at the painted words engraved on the outside of the car. Those words seemed to have been through hundreds of years, and they were so dilapidated. Those windows were almost weathered and faded away. The front of the car was dark and silent. The car body was also full of scratches and decay. John Watson watched carefully under the kerosene lamp at the station, and he saw the words London to Edinburgh.

John Watson was overjoyed. Anyway, it was the train leaving London. The direction to Edinburgh was almost the same as the direction to Oxford. He could get off the train at the next station near Oxford, and then transfer to a carriage and rush to Oxford University. Everything is fine. You still have time.

John Watson looked at the silently opened carriage doors, each of which was open, as if welcoming any passengers to board and disembark. There are no ticket inspectors at the door of the carriages. This is really a great opportunity not to be missed.

John Watson jumped off the platform with difficulty, and crossed the rails carefully. He placed his luggage and crutches on the ground of the opposite platform, propped his arms on the high steps of the platform, jumped hard, climbed onto the platform, and then He was cheerful, carried his luggage and walked to the quiet and open carriage. The light inside was very dark, as if even the light was old, a kind of obsolete that did not conform to the sense of the times.

John Watson was overwhelmed by the surprise, he couldn't control that much, go to hell with any iron rules, he decided to pay the fare after getting on the train, and then pay the fare after getting on the train, not from the moment he stepped into the station If he is determined to evade fares, he will sincerely explain clearly to the flight attendant and convey his honest heart.

John Watson tapped his crutches on the first cast-iron steps of the carriage, then put his legs on, then the second step, and then he got into the carriage.

John Watson stood at the junction of the driveway, looking to the left and right.He walked slowly to the right, and found that there were no ordinary seats in the carriages here, and they were all airtight compartments, dark and oppressive, luxuriously decorated, completely different from the rusty iron sheet outside, John Watson thought he was intruding If you go to the first class seat, you should be cautious and ask the flight attendant to give him an ordinary seat later, because he is just an ordinary clinic doctor with a good reputation, but his wallet does not increase.

John Watson walked into the aisle of the carriage, and there was a sudden cold atmosphere here, which made him tremble unconsciously. It was already April like spring, but the train was so cold, like a severe winter that had never melted snow, and there was no time to think about it. After a while, the door of the carriage not far behind slammed shut with a bang, the axle of the train restarted, and it began to spin slowly. The scenery outside the window began to recede. In the middle of the aisle with a breath of life.

"Welcome, new passenger, but I wonder if you're on the wrong train?"

A voice that couldn't be described as friendly or distant echoed in the back of John Watson's head, and he didn't even hear any footsteps approaching him!John Watson almost jumped his heart out of his throat like the old man at the ticket counter, he turned around immediately, and a pale face appeared there, a step away from him, wearing a black non-reflective suit, without any decorations on the clothes, The coat was open unrestrainedly, but the buttons were unusually luxurious, and one could tell at a glance that they were made of rare agate.

And this particularly conspicuous figure, not only taller than Watson by a head, almost completely covered the kerosene lamp on the roof, so John Watson had to lean at an angle and look up at him.John Watson's facial expression is so obvious, betraying everything in his heart, those deep blue eyes are bigger than the lighthouse.

"I'm going to Oxford, and I thought, maybe this train will let me off at Bicester or Deddington."

The mysterious gentleman had his hands behind his back, with an innate nobleness and arrogance, "We won't pass there tonight."

"Then let me go at the next station, and I'll make up your fare now?" Watson quietly squeezed the crutch in his hand. For some reason, his intuition made him wary of this gentleman.

"Ticket? What ticket?" The gentleman, about 30 years old, seemed to have heard the word "ticket" for the first time when he was so old. It took him a long time to understand, "Oh, I almost forgot about this pretentious thing , What you are talking about is the ticket for this train, you have to use those things called money to exchange for a seat, all the trains outside have special train tickets."

John Watson was unable to reply for a moment.

"But where our train stops, it's not your money that has the final say, only one person can have the final say."

"Who?"

"Of course it is our respected Mr. conductor."

"Who are you? What is your position on this train?"

"Me, if you insist on your curiosity, I will satisfy you. I am just a passenger who has wandered in this hot land for a long time. My name is Mycroft Holmes. Nice to meet you, John Watson , please come with me, be careful of your crutches, don’t get stuck in the gap where the driveways connect, or there will be two fun things today.”

John Watson still hangs in this Mycroft fun thing, what's the first one?You mean John Watson suddenly got on this train?Is this fun for him?Just as John Watson followed his silent back, he suddenly came to his senses, "How did you know my name?"

Mycroft gracefully turned back in front, "Oh, it's extremely simple, extremely simple." Soon he fell silent, hiding his precious explanation, and didn't say anything more, John Watson's unforgetable taste Listening to his voice, although the voice line is ups and downs, but there is no emotion.

The carriages are constantly running forward, and the small space made of iron sheets sways slightly on the rails due to the lack of gravity. The kerosene lamps here are dim and dim, and their ability to reflect people's shadows is minimal. John Watson unintentionally His eyes stayed on the blurred shadow of himself, and he didn't see any shadow of Mycroft in any corner.

"Greg, where is my dear conductor, I want to find him, a man named John Watson has broken into the train." Mycroft stopped at the front of the train, tapping his finger Front driver's cab glass door.

The lightweight doorknob was turned around, and a man wearing a low-brimmed hat and the uniform of a flight attendant walked out, a simple black double-breasted flight attendant coat. John Watson stared intently at his retro uniform style, this style It is so old-fashioned that it can be regarded as the dress that John Watson's parents would wear.

"Why, can't you use your strengths to hear where he is?" Greg looked at most 35 years old, and he said in front of John Watson in a confusing and incomprehensible dialogue, "I two Haven't seen him for hours."

McCulloft nodded, "At this point in time, we should be eating in the dining car. I'll just go to the restaurant and find him."

Mycroft bowed his head and suggested to John Watson, "Why don't you leave your luggage here, our hard-working steward will keep his eyes firmly on your luggage, and prevent it from growing legs and escaping."

"No, thank you." John Watson refused him.

He followed Mycroft's fluttering footsteps again. John Watson could only describe his steps as light and shallow, forming a canyon with John Watson's heavy soles and the loud sound of his crutches hitting the car floor. stark contrast.

"Don't worry so much, this train is a bit old, but its safety performance is very high, and there has never been any derailment incident."

John Watson avoided him and licked his dry lips. He just happened to be echoing this question in his mind. This Mycroft was either a mistake, or a mind-reading skill. Help him solve the unspoken questions in his heart.

They walked to one of the carriages, and outside the car windows, only the bushes on the outskirts of London were left. Mycroft, a big man, stopped abruptly to lead the way. He didn't seem to have much patience, and turned his head to stare at John Wah. With so many excited flames in his eyes, Mycroft squeezed out a flat silver-cast vial from his pocket, "I won't open the door for you, and I'll wait for you here." As Mycroft left, he unscrewed the cap of the wine bottle with his fingers, and poured the liquid down his throat with his head up. The dormant excitement in his footsteps seemed to calm down because of this.

John Watson pushed open the door of a compartment of the dining car, and a well-dressed stranger was eating alone in front of the window.

That man must have heard the sound of John Watson approaching, but he ignored him.

I saw this man unhurriedly scooping turtle soup from a porcelain bowl. The tailoring style of the black trench coat clearly showed that he was not a local resident, but came from an unknown area, and he might even be a foreigner. I don't know the nationality.This man was tall, not as tall as Mycroft, who had just left, but he was still unconvincingly taller than John Watson.John Watson thought he was an old man at first, because his expression was as cold and vicissitudes as experienced in everything, but although the kerosene lamp was almost lit, it was still possible to tell that there was not a single silver thread in his pitch-black hair. There are no vertical and horizontal wrinkles on his face, and he is young, even younger than the 22-year-old John Watson.

John Watson moved closer to get a better look at him.

The stranger suddenly turned his face to the side, revealing a face that was upright and could even be described as handsome.

His face was clean-shaven, his expression impassive, his skin white as the first snow, and John Watson thought, as he stood before him, that this man had a pair of woman's hands.

As soon as he finished this thought, the stranger quickly glanced at his white finger on the table with a kind of telepathic tacit understanding, which made John Watson almost blush with embarrassment on the spot, with a trace of being seen through. Feeling guilty, John Watson suspected that his eyes stayed on his hands for too long, so that he exposed his heart.

He tapped the ground with his cane. The floor here was different from the iron floor outside. The wood dampened the volume and made the sound a little muffled. "Are you the conductor of this train?" he asked.

"Sherlock Holmes, don't call me the train conductor lamely."

Sherlock Holmes looked up at John Watson, and their eyes met.

Until the last journey of his life, John Watson will still clearly remember this moment, the moment when he met Sherlock Holmes' eyes for the first time.Young, beautiful, dude or from abroad, all speculations were swept away by Sherlock's one glance.

For a moment, only Sherlock was left in front of him, with his strength, dreams and passion.

Sherlock's eyes are light gray, dark and frightening on the pale face, the pupils are as small as needles, scorching black, piercing into the depths of John Watson's soul, weighing the weight of John Watson's soul.

The gray around the pupils is erratic, like a fog, as if the mountains are hidden, the light is hidden, and there is nothing in the whole world, only a train, the winding railway and the fog in the dark night.

John Watson seemed to see something in this fog, all kinds of illusions flashed and disappeared.He felt the wisdom and ruthlessness radiating from the mist, and also felt that behind the mist, there was an invisible beast that was restrained, constantly roaring angrily.

You can see laughter, loneliness and relentless enthusiasm in his eyes.

What was revealed in his eyes was power, terrifying power, which was almost about to shatter John Watson's heart viciously in this silent carriage.John Watson could feel his heart being squeezed by an enigmatic pressure on his face, slow and relentless, and he heard the great cogwheels in the depths of the train crush his soul and burst him.

John Watson has gazed at many people in his life, but this time he gazed the longest.He gripped the cane tightly, fearing that he might break it in two.

Finally, he looked away.

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