Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Exploded coal balls sprayed out from the mouth of the furnace, and several of them fell on John Watson's arm. Looking at the flaming furnace he had never seen before, his throat was dry and he couldn't even call out for help, but he was determined To shout out, because he wants to live.

"Save..." John Watson was about to shout at the top of his voice when a huge, burning, comet-like coal ball was ejected into the air by the force of the explosion. He raised his head blankly, looking at the burning The flaming sphere aimed at his head and flew towards him.

"Fuck..." He cursed, and began to swing his arms in an attempt to struggle from the pile of coals, "Help!" He shouted to the open surroundings, surrounded by barbed wire fences made of steel, due to the long-term baking at high temperatures, It had turned into charred black, "Damn it! Is there anyone here! What the hell is this! Help!" John Watson covered his face, not daring to look any further. He felt that he was going to be cooked, and the shovel slowed Slowly lean forward.

Suddenly it stopped with a creak, and the fireball flew over his head in a thrilling manner, almost burning his poor short hair. John Watson watched the shovel like a mechanical arm start to move sideways through his fingers. Going forward to a platform, a dirty worker stood there stupidly, staring at John Watson, and John Watson stared at him in the same way.

"How did you guys get in there?"

"Damn! I don't fucking know! Pull me out first!" The coal worker in overalls pulled him out of the coal ball, and John Watson sat limply on the platform, with his legs crossed, like a survivor gasping, he was exhausted.

"This power plant does not have the king's approval, and outsiders are not allowed to enter. Where is your pass?"

"The power plant? Why did I appear in the power plant? Is this the Lancaster power plant?"

The worker looked at him and suddenly laughed, "Oh! I understand your joke! Hahahaha, although I have no sense of humor, I still understand it. You are joking."

John Watson looked at him silently, "I'm not joking."

The worker suppressed his smile, and looked at John Watson in surprise, "Where is Lancaster?"

"where is this place?"

"A power plant."

"What I'm asking is, where is this place?"

"Didn't I just tell you that this is a power plant?"

"Damn it, I can't explain it to you, I want to go outside!" John Watson got up on the wire, his buttocks hurt from falling, and the crutches were gone. The worker pointed at him and turned around industrial corridor.

He showed John Watson how to get out with his fingers, and he said that he could not leave his post before the end of work, and he had to rely on John Watson to get out by himself.

John Watson looked at the messy signs hanging on the wire mesh, full of doubts in his heart, he moved forward, countless volcanic furnaces erupted above his head, countless advanced mechanical arms and large shovels, countless precision gears, all let John Watson was dazzled.The flames melted, reflecting the surroundings as if covered by the sunset. Inside the barbed wire, there were more than a dozen volcano-like furnaces, standing proudly, next to one after another mechanical shovels. The coal was fed into the furnace, and several bursting coal balls flew into the air with flames. Before they fell to the ground, the flames were already extinguished. Many workers were busy collecting these escaped coal balls under the furnace. Put it in a tin box controlled by mechanical wheels, and send it elsewhere.

These were sights he had never heard of. When did the government create such a huge furnace and gears?Although he lost his memory, he had never heard of the power plant's scale reaching such a spectacular level in any book or newspaper.

It looked as big as half the city of London.

He was running around in the industrial corridors, the walls were made of metal, all kinds of machines he couldn't name were swinging around in front of his eyes, and every worker who passed him was suspicious of him Because he walked with a limp, and was wearing a tattered cloak, John Watson untied it and threw it aside.

John Watson kept trying to find someone to ask for directions, but these people were in a hurry, as if they didn't want to pay attention to him. John Watson pushed open a heavy iron gate, and suddenly his eyes lit up. The power plant is outside.

John Watson raised his head in amazement, and looked at the compact high-rise iron towers one after another in front of him, all of which were made of metal, so high that the top could hardly be seen, several times higher than Big Ben and Tower Bridge , John Watson swallowed, wouldn't such a tall building collapse?Most of the outer walls of the iron building are rusted, but they still look very luxurious, like a very prosperous and powerful city. The gold-plated decorations on the window frames reflect the light, the sky is dark, there is no roof, no clouds, no stars, even No fog at all.

John Watson walked away from the power plant, and the streets were narrow, as if he never had to pass a carriage. Under these colorful and flashing lights, he walked on a finely carved bridge, surrounded by bustling streets. The streets were lit up with lights everywhere, the lights were colorful, colorful, and resplendent. The electric lights were electric lights that John Watson had never seen before. The light, as if twined with gold, is gorgeous and gorgeous.

There is a calm lake under the bridge, sparkling under the gorgeous lights.

The streets are shining, magnificent and gorgeous, and the streets are filled with lights and flowers. The steel pillars on the high-rise buildings are wrapped with small silver light bulbs. Doing business, noisy and boiling, some people are bragging, gambling, some people are fighting around the boxing ring on the narrow open-air iron frame, the women are very open and look like they are willing to do anything, while the men are dumping bags gems and oddly shaped gold coins, what impressed John Watson was that they almost all held the same small wine bottle in their hands, which contained a thick black and red wine, and everyone drank this, as if There is only such a thirst-quenching drink here.

John Watson seemed to have seen this kind of drink somewhere, and he remembered the situation when Lestrade bought goods at the dock. The liquid in those wine barrels was also so thick.

As soon as they saw him coming, people on the street suddenly gathered together, standing on both sides, John Watson limped past, they all stepped aside, looked at him curiously, and whispered, John Watson frowned. The clothes of these people were very strange. I had never seen this style before. The women wore tight slit long skirts, and the men wore work clothes. The boots were big and heavy. Also, they What the hell are you talking about secretly with John Watson?

John Watson bumped into two men with fierce expressions, in military uniform, glaring at him.

"Who are you? An outsider? How did you get in?"

John Watson raised his head high and looked up at the guards who were at least two meters tall. His tall figure almost blocked all the lights. John Watson explained, "I was passing through a dry waterfall, and then walked into the A stalactite cave, and here I am." John Watson said with a smile, "If any of you can point me to the exit..."

The guard kept staring down at him, all four pairs of eyes seemed to be thinking about him, "You are not a citizen of the Dark City, you came from outside, how did you invade?"

"What? I'm sorry to say it again, this is the city of darkness? Is this here?" He raised his head and looked around, looking at the buildings made of exquisite lights and mechanical iron sheets. "Is this the broken place?" John Watson smiled wryly. After a while, "Invasion? I didn't mean to intrude at all. I didn't come in on purpose. You misunderstood." John Watson coughed dryly twice.

"We're going to hand you over to the king. Finding an intruder is a serious matter."

"I'm not an intruder, I'm just passing by..." Before he could finish speaking, John Watson saw a chain dangle in front of his eyes, and one of the guards approached him dragging the chain.

"Shackle him and take him to the king."

John Watson's heart skipped a beat, he smiled stiffly and took two steps back, the guard walked towards him, John Watson cursed, turned around and ran into the alley next to him, he walked forward while leaning on the damp iron wall , looking back at the two guards striding after him.

"Stop!" a low and rude voice called to him, "Hey! Outsider! I tell you to stop!"

So what about the Dark City, even the City of Hell cannot receive John Watson like this!

John Watson got into a low and narrow door. The two tall guards were stuck on the door frame and couldn't move forward or backward. John Watson took the opportunity to run into a room that he didn't know what the hell was full of plants. Pushing aside the clumps of giant leaves with his hands, he kicked down several flower pots. John Watson staggered and fell down the iron stairs. The hard ladder almost broke all his bones and joints.

Fortunately, the staircase was not long. John Watson leaned against the wall, and it took him a long time to sit up, feeling dizzy.

A childish voice echoed in his ears, "Why are you called John Watson?"

John Watson blinked in pain. He rubbed his arms and thighs. They were all fine and unbroken. He followed the sound and looked back. There was a young kid about 7 years old, wearing overalls, with legs on his back. In short cotton socks, his face is white and clean, like a little adult, with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a pair of misty eyes. His little face is full of wisdom and quick-wittedness, and there is a bush of thick black hair on his head. Very curly, big and melancholy eyes, even if he fell dizzy, John Watson could detect the extraordinary maturity in these eyes.

The child observed his injured and bleeding arm, turned his cold eyes around his face, "You haven't answered me yet, why are you called John Watson?"

"Why... how do I know why, this is my father's name, wait, how do you know my name."

"I was born with the ability to read everyone's name at a glance."

The child's expression was as cold as ice, and there was something that attracted him in those misty eyes, which gave him a feeling of deja vu, and John Watson suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if his internal organs were all knotted.

"Outsiders, I heard the footsteps of the guards, they are coming here."

John Watson hurriedly propped himself up, intending to continue his night of running wildly. The child unexpectedly held his hand. John Watson felt a biting cold in his tender and immature hand. The child dragged him and took him into another place. There is a door, which looks like a chemical laboratory. There are various test tubes and distillation bottles standing on the table, which are constantly boiling. The tubes are full of strange liquids that are boiled. John Watson has not had time to see the experiment clearly. What is the room for? The child dragged him and carried him forward.

"Where are you taking me?"

"A safe place, that's what you need, isn't it, you keep saying in your heart that you want to find a place where you can hide from those two guards."

John Watson narrowed his eyes, "Why do you always know what I'm thinking?"

The child smiled triumphantly and said, "I was born with it. Come on, come on, I'll take you to my room."

He and John Watson stood on an iron plate, and gently tugged the mechanical joystick on the ground. The iron plate slowly rose, and John Watson almost lost his balance. He raised his head, and the ceiling above his head was separating. It was dark up there, and John Watson was worried, but the child laughed at him again, "Don't worry, it's my wardrobe."

John Watson said in surprise, "Wardrobe..." Before he finished speaking, his whole body fell into a piece of soft clothes. When the iron sheet stopped, the child happily pushed open the wardrobe door and ran out. John Watson Pulling off the messy shirt on his head, he stumbled out. The room was indescribably gorgeous.

The carpet is like grass when you step on it.

The child jubilantly pulled him to a chair, and kept looking at John Watson with curious eyes. "What's the outside world like?" he asked, "There are all human beings outside, right?"

John Watson frowned in front of his eyes, "...Yes, they are all human."

The child sat cross-legged on the carpet, as if listening to a story, and looked at John Watson with his chin in his hands, "Where did you come in here?"

"I've heard it's called a power plant, and I fell down a slide and then ended up on a coal pile."

"The power plant has never had a slide, can you show me?"

"Now?"

"Yes, now, if you can come in, maybe you can also get out from there."

John Watson slapped his thigh and said, "You're right! I didn't think of that!"

"That's why you are stupid." The child jumped up and said, "I can send you back to the power plant safely, but you have to promise me one condition."

John Watson was still mad at him for saying he was stupid, "What the hell terms?"

"You have to take me with you. I also want to go outside and have a look. I'm tired of staying here."

John Watson shook his head, "What about your parents, you can't just run away with me, a stranger you just met, without saying hello."

"I order you to take me away."

"No one can order me, I know you saved me, how about I repay you in another way?"

"No, I just want you to take me out to play, and I'll come back after a few days of playing."

John Watson shook his head stubbornly, "Go and apply to your mother first. Maybe I can meet her if it's convenient? I'm full of doubts."

The child suddenly lowered his face, stared at him, and said angrily, "I haven't seen my mother, I am not begging you, I am ordering you, you must take me, I am the prince of this country, I Whoever decides to go to the left must go to the left, and no one can disobey me except my father."

John Watson smiled. It turned out to be the little prince of this dark city, but even a prince couldn't make John Watson succumb so casually, "I can't take you with me, I'll find a way to go back to the power plant by myself." alright."

"If you don't take me away, you don't even want to go anywhere."

"So you are not a good person." John Watson looked at him with a smile.

The little prince pouted, "Get out of this place by yourself if you have the ability."

"Okay, okay, thank you for helping me get rid of those two guards, but I really have to go, this doesn't look like the place I should be." John Watson was extremely tired, but he still forced himself to get out of the soft sofa Standing up and walking alertly outside the room, he walked through a gorgeous corridor with a golden ceiling soaring to the sky, and John Watson couldn't take his eyes off it.

A group of maids and servants dressed in complicated and exquisite clothes passed by from a distance with their heads bowed. John Watson quickly hid behind the pillars, and another group of guards with heads held high walked past John Watson neatly. , John Watson had to circle the pillars and dodge the guards, his arm cut by the train occasionally dripped two drops of blood, and his body was covered with bruises from the fall.

John Watson wandered quietly in this magnificent corridor, he found that the place was too big, he lost his way, a double door inlaid with gold and precious stones opened magnificently in front of his eyes, like the gate of heaven The door, the lights inside are even more dazzling, John Watson poked his head, like a thief, walked in wondering, a steep and tall steps appeared in front of his eyes, the steps were magnificent, like a palace, John Watson stood The figure under the steps is just a sesame seed, and at the end of the steps stands a very decent throne, which is very decorated, surrounded by flowers, and magnificent golden pillars stand on both sides of the throne.

The throne is very spacious, leaning against a sleeping figure on it, John Watson is at the bottom of the steps, holding his breath, looking up at the sleeping figure, the man is dressed in gorgeous brocade, and the floor-sweeping white robe falls under the throne , Judging from the graceful and luxurious attire, I am afraid that he is a king, lofty and mighty.

John Watson was so nervous that he couldn't breathe for a while, he felt that he was going to faint, his heart was beating fast, his brain was congested, and his vision was blurred.

Panting heavily, John Watson shook his head vigorously. His vision gradually became clear. He supported his knees, walked lightly, and slowly walked around the steps, intending to walk out from the other side.

"Who?" The deep voice came from the high throne, lazy and elegant.

The author has something to say:

We're going to meet, finally we're going to meet, my heart is beating

Later, the plot of fried chicken and dog blood will be launched (where are you with the lightning rod~~~

It’s a big brain to have children’s shoes!

But I like this stalk very much: Xiaoxia will never transform Xiaohua, Xiaohua died, Xiaoxia waited and waited for Huahua's ashes until he was reincarnated, then Xiaoxia's skull in 221B was Xiaohua, and finally Xiaohua's reincarnation came to Xiaoxia , so happy ending is happy together like this. . . .

As a result, Xiao Hua dropped A again, and finally, Xiao Xia had more and more skulls on her closet...

It's a pity that I can't use Aite here, @书生·诗行诺上, thank you for your brain hole, I will seriously refer to it (the ending of this article is so happy... Boom!

Xiaoxia stood behind me with a pan (I only want a flower but not a room full of skulls!!