Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Sherlock raised his hand, and the white robe was dragged in the pile of coals. He stroked the moss-covered black mountain wall very carefully, not sparing every inch of the rock. The power plant was huge, but he was not afraid of it. It was hard work, I checked all of them myself, but I didn't find the entrance where John Watson came in, the so-called cave and rock slide disappeared.

Sherlock flicked the back of his robe, jumped forward a few times on his toes, and landed behind John Watson in an instant. The little doctor was startled, and turned his head on crutches, "God, you walk without sound! You Where did you just go?"

Sherlock smiled, "Today's investigation has no results, John, let me take you for a walk around the lake, that's where I came in."

John Watson nodded in agreement. Sherlock walked over and stretched out his hand to tighten his waist, intending to show him the charm of the blood race's extreme speed again. John Watson pushed him away at a loss, and took a step to the side. Dodging, Sherlock tilted his head in doubt, "What's the matter John?"

"No...you don't have to be that close to me."

Sherlock stood silently, with his hands behind his back, "Let's take a walk."

John Watson sighed awkwardly, "Sherlock, don't get me wrong, I don't hate you, you are much more polite than your brother, at least you won't chase me into the grotto."

Sherlock pursed his lips and looked at him sadly, "John, you are afraid, you are wary of me."

"This is a strange place, you are a stranger, and you can read my heart anytime, anywhere."

"You know I'm not a stranger..."

John Watson looked up at him, "My family, I am very angry about your name. I can't mention you in my family at all. What have you done to them?"

Sherlock lowered his eyes and said melancholy, "I took you away in front of them, and I hypnotized them. I think, the hypnotic power should have failed in the end. When they remembered what happened at that time, anger is justifiable. You've been mad at me before for the first hypnosis on the roof."

John Watson frowned, "Why did you take me away..."

"It was you who summoned me, and you wanted to come with me, so I agreed. I never took a living person with me when I was wandering, but you... you are different... I can't refuse you, I like you, John. "

John Watson turned his head away without saying a word. He stared at the crutch in his hand for a long time, then walked forward slowly without responding to Sherlock's words. Sherlock followed him and walked to Going outside, the dome is still dark, and the bright lights are still flickering.

When they were walking on the street, people outside stopped what they were doing and bowed their heads humbly to Sherlock Holmes, respectful and docile, like tamed lambs one after another.

Sherlock took him under the towering steel city wall. The guards opened the iron gate and let them go out on foot. Outside was a desolate wilderness, full of weeds, without lights. With the light of the city, John Watson Barely able to tell how to take the road ahead.

Sherlock stretched his arms around his shoulders, "Forgive me, John, there are wet mud and swamps ahead, I want to take you to that hillside." After Sherlock finished speaking, he hugged him horizontally. This move was strongly protested by John Watson, Sherlock didn't speak, just looked at him and smiled, then the back of the robe fluttered behind him, Sherlock almost jumped into the air on the blade of grass, John Watson subconsciously hugged his shoulders.

Shouting, "Damn! You're going to kill me!"

Sherlock hugged him tightly, looked down at him, and said with a smile, "My John, you're never afraid of heights."

"It's you I'm afraid of..." John Watson muttered in his arms, "What if you let go."

"I won't let go, no matter what I won't, I haven't run like this in 13 years, holding you again." In a blink of an eye, Sherlock came to the place where he first got up from the lake and stood. On a hillside, he put John Watson in the shade of a tree, and looked back at the brightly lit dark city.

Sherlock turned his gaze back and stayed on John Watson's face, "Since I was born, I have felt that this should be my home, my final resting place, you see, John, this place is very developed, much more developed than outside. The human world is several times more advanced. There is countless gold here, even the outside of the light bulb is coated with gold, and there are also a large number of gems, silk and satin. At the end of the city, there are rich farms and livestock farms. Before I came here, it was already very prosperous and prosperous, and the end point of my dream and that of all blood races is here, but I stayed in the palace year after year, and I found that I was eager to go out."

Sherlock took a step closer to him, and John Watson took another step back until he was cornered by Sherlock and leaned against the tree trunk.

"I have never been so eager to leave here, just like I was eager to enter here, I thought I could live peacefully here, just like the people in the city of darkness, you never It's seen in them too, they're living rich, happy, singing every night, because no one wants them to be extinct here, they don't have to fear, I'm not as good as I expected in this paradise, I think it's been a long time , torment, I sometimes suspect that you are dead, it doesn't feel good, but I convince myself that you are not dead, you are still alive, I have to go out and check for myself, I try my best to find the exit, year after year, I spent quite a bit of time and effort to no avail, John, you know the first time I saw you, standing under those steps, I thought I was hallucinating, and I meant it."

John Watson nodded his head weakly, his temples twitched from time to time, and his brows were furrowed, "How did we meet?"

Sherlock showed a forced smile, "John, if thinking about these things gives you a headache, then don't think about it."

Sherlock and he walked down the hill slowly to the edge of the dark lake, surrounded by blue-green fireflies quietly floating around them, John Watson complained that he couldn't see anything, Sherlock lit a match to protect his eyesight, then threw a flare into the air like fireworks.

John Watson looked around in surprise, a small lake, not much bigger than the bathing pool in the palace, surrounded by lush grass, up to his knees, Sherlock stood quietly beside him, in the light, facing John Watson He gave birth to a miserable smile.

"I also fell off the train at that time... John, Scarlet Rebirth, I haven't seen it for a long time, I think it should no longer exist."

"It's still on that cliff...I saw it, but I can't use it anymore."

Sherlock nodded slightly, "Do you still remember its name? It has served me for more than 100 years, and it finally rested in peace. I would rather it be silent forever than let it be full of blood and gallop across the land."

"What happened on the train?"

The past was vivid in my mind, those bloody banquet halls, those dried blood corpses and torn heads all appeared before Sherlock's eyes, "Unimaginable massacre, John, I failed to subdue that elder, I lost , lost again and again, I even... failed to keep Harriet... I'm sorry John... I could have taken her away... I failed."

John Watson's eyes widened, "My sister? Is she still alive?"

Sherlock said lightly, "I think so, she should still be alive, Moriarty likes her very much, I think he kept Harriet with him all the time, just in a corner outside, there was a scene Pile hunting and slaughter."

John Watson gasped sadly, "Moriarty?...Who is Moriarty? Harley...is she not human anymore?"

Sherlock shook his head, "Not anymore," he looked to the other side of the lake, "I lost all news from the outside world when I came here, Jasmine Amber, she was also drawn in here by the undercurrent, I was at the bottom of that hillside When I saw her, she was unconscious."

John Watson couldn't remember who she was, Sherlock reminded him, "It's the mechanic of the train, and the Scarlet Rebirth she controls is definitely the fastest train in the world."

"What happened to her after that?"

Sherlock stared at John Watson for a long time, his proud and indifferent eyes full of unknown mysteries stayed on his face, and then said calmly, "She died of dystocia, 7 years ago, she gave birth to little John Watson for me. After that, he died on the delivery bed."

John Watson did not answer.

Sherlock's emotions were hidden very deeply, he just sighed sadly, and continued, "The Dark City at that time was not what you saw, and I was not the king at that time," Sherlock suddenly changed With a cold and gloomy face, "There are human beings here, and they are raised. In the livestock farm, human beings have always been raised there as livestock. When the vampires in the city need to suck blood, human beings are sold as commodities. This struggle lasted for a year, a fierce struggle, until I let the original king surrender at my feet, I locked him in a dungeon, and have not released him so far, so I changed the nature of the Dark City, which used to be A slaughtered bloody land, prosperous, rich, but extremely evil, if human beings accidentally enter here from the outside, there is only one dead end, and they will be disemboweled and served on the dining table, but as long as I am here, I will not allow this It happened, and now those humans who are raised as livestock are working in power plants, I let them work, so that they don't have nothing to do, and they can avoid the blood in the city, but I also have a strong desire to put them Send it out, including you, John, you don't belong here."

John Watson frowned, looked at him, hugged his head suddenly, and said in pain, "Sherlock." John Watson fell into the grass, and Sherlock hugged his back quickly.

He grabbed Sherlock's skirt, and John Watson lay in his arms in pain. Sherlock raised his fingers and stroked his eyebrows, "John, you are not feeling well, let me take you back to your room to lie down."

John Watson nodded feebly.

Sherlock picked him up, went into the city, bypassed the crowded streets, and went back to the palace avoiding people's eyes. He passed through the golden rotunda, and the lights poured down from the dome above, shining brilliantly on the On Sherlock's shoulders, he carried John Watson back to the room and laid him flat on the bed.

A maid brought hot water, and a towel was stacked on a golden plate. Sherlock twisted the towel, wiped the sweat off John Watson's forehead, and asked him gently, "My John, are you feeling bad?"

Sherlock took off his robe and coat, leaving only a simple shirt. He rolled up his sleeves and stroked John Watson's forehead again. He had a fever, which was caused by intracranial congestion.

John Watson closed his eyes tightly, as if he was enduring the severe pain deep in his head. Sherlock was so distressed that he ordered the servant to bring a glass of water. Sherlock brought the glass to John Watson's mouth and fed him. Go down, and then send all the servants away.

Sherlock took off the doctor's coat and shoes, John Watson's shirt was wet with sweat, he squinted, his face was covered with hot sweat, he stared at Sherlock, and said softly, "In case I never get out went……"

"I'll let you out," Sherlock said, taking his hand and kissing it, then reacting, smiling, "Sorry, John, you warned me not to get too close to you, I just couldn't help it. "

John Watson whispered, "We used to be like this? Intimate together?"

Sherlock didn't answer this question, he just coaxed John Watson softly, "Go to sleep, when you wake up, you won't have a headache."

He caressed John Watson's sweat-soaked golden bangs. After so many years, the touch was still very familiar. John Watson gradually fell asleep under this gentle and pampering touch, and his nose gently stirred his sleeping body. Breathing, Sherlock secretly kissed John Watson's lips with his lips while he was asleep, and then went out with a smile.

Little John looked at him angrily from outside the door, "Dad, you've been with him all day."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "I didn't say anything when you were with the laboratory all day." Sherlock walked over with a smile, raised his hand to the back of his head, and slowly talked with him. Stroll the corridors.

While Little John was speaking, two fangs were looming, and his big foggy eyes were shining with excitement, "If Dad can go outside one day, then I will go out too."

"How many blood races dream of coming to this peaceful destination to enjoy the glory and wealth. If you go outside, you can only be accompanied by danger."

"I'm not afraid, Dad."

"You are still too young, and your ability is not enough to resist those hunters. When you become an adult, maybe you can take over this city. At that time, your hands and feet will be tied up by trivial matters, and you will not always think about running out gone."

Little John pouted unwillingly, "When will I become an adult? I heard people say that if I don't suck the blood of the first living person, no matter how tall or how old I grow, I will never be able to enter the world in this life. adult."

Sherlock frowned anxiously, "Who told you that?"

"The vampires in the city, they all grew up like this. Before Dad appeared, blood-sucking was a tradition and their daily needs. This is what they said. A vampire can only suck the first bite of life-bearing blood. Only after receiving the blood of a living person can one be officially considered an adult."

"Listen, John, only beasts need to kill and drink raw blood. You were not born a beast. You don't need to prove your age in this way. Your mother is very kind. She was once alive. Then she had a heart attack. In order not to let her die, I need her, and I finally had to grant her a ritual to turn her into a blood race, but I don't want to do that in my heart, and you have inherited your mother's kindness, you should keep Go on, you are very smart, you are very talented at the same time, you can create more meaningful and valuable things, instead of bringing killing and death to human beings."

The little prince nodded obediently, stretched out his hand, and held his father's pale and strong fingers, "I will remember, but Dad, I still want to go out and play."

Sherlock smiled, "In the outside world, there is the sun, and the sun is millions of times more terrifying than the furnace. As long as you are exposed to the sun for more than ten minutes, you will start to burn, crack your skin, and shed blood and tears. Once you exceed In half an hour, you will start to emit white smoke, and in the end your whole body will be on fire." Sherlock squatted down, hugged the little prince's shoulders with both hands, bent down next to his ear, and said softly, " John... don't tell anyone what your Achilles' heel is, it's not the silverware, it's not the cross, it's the sunlight... 40 minutes, remember, you can only last 40 minutes in the sun, if you exceed this time, you will It will be wiped out, and it will never be able to heal and be reborn."

Little John nodded vigorously, pouted and said, "I remember, but I have never seen the sun, is the sun really that terrible?"

Sherlock smiled wryly, "I hope you never see him in your eternal life."

Sherlock leaned on the throne alone and waited for John Watson to wake up. There is no day here, and he rarely feels tired. He can sleep for several days without any strong ultraviolet light restricting his work and rest. And action, let him feel more comfortable and comfortable, no wonder many blood races will frantically pursue this place, it is like a paradise.

His brother Mycroft and the elder were trying their best to find out about this place, but Sherlock Holmes stumbled in by mistake, but he couldn't get in. He thought of the dead Jasmine Amber After losing the fire dragon, Jasmine is just like Sherlock's. It seems that something is missing in her life. Jasmine has lived a decadent life for several years. The place is the world of human beings, and the darkness here is very strange to her, so she lives very depressed. The only thing that can bring her hope is a child, and Sherlock fulfills her wish.

It will not be too difficult for Sherlock to realize her wish.

Jasmine also agreed to name the child after John Watson. John was Sherlock's favorite name. Sherlock had sworn before she gave birth that she would bring up little John well until he became independent.

Sherlock couldn't sit on the throne, his John was close to him, and his John was in that room. Sherlock walked through the corridor again and stood at the door of John Watson's room. He raised his hand and placed On the door, if possible, he really wanted to go in and give him a hug.

Sherlock looked at the closed door and put his hand on the doorknob. His John didn't completely believe him and understood him. His John forgot him. Sherlock condensed his pupils sadly and moved his finger from the door Withdrew his hand.

John Watson woke up the next day, and Sherlock dined with him in the restaurant.

Sherlock raised his eyes and scanned his face sideways. This face has experienced age, the corners of the eyes have more lines, the eyes have become mature, and the smile has become less. Sherlock can feel that John Watson is not young. I was so happy when I was there, as if I had settled down in many lonely and lonely nights. From those eyes and expressions, it can be seen that John Watson should be very lonely outside.

"John, did you sleep well last night?"

John Watson spread the cream on the pie and nodded, "The bed is very comfortable, Sherlock, I want to contact the outside world, I want to write a letter, I can't let my family worry."

"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do."

John Watson sighed, "Let's continue to search for the power plant today? It's impossible to disappear. How could I jump out of a mountain wall with no exit."

Sherlock agreed to him, but it didn't go so smoothly. They spent a whole day in the power plant. Sherlock ordered the human workers to come over to help, just to find a small gap on the flat mountain wall, but everyone found nothing.The mysterious entrance disappeared, like an undercurrent channel under the lake, disappearing out of thin air, which made Sherlock feel heavy in his heart.

He doesn't mind staying here for hundreds of years, but John Watson may not. Sherlock can't let him live in this dark place for a long time. He is worried that John Watson will be depressed because of this, and he will live in a low life just like Jasmine. In the end, I just want to die.

He is very worried about this situation. The natural blood race can endure eternal life, because this is their destiny, but human beings are not necessarily, human beings are fragile, even the human beings who have undergone ritual conversion can live for 100 years after becoming a blood race. 200 years, then 500 years, until 1000 years, such a long life, if you live to the end, you will either go crazy or pursue self-destruction.

Sherlock will not be willing to give John Watson such a great pain, he will do everything possible to get John Watson out and reunite with his family.

John Watson has been in the Dark City for a whole month. During this month, Sherlock has been quietly at the door of his room every night. Sherlock will not be quiet until he hears John Watson snoring soundly. Like a ghost sneaking in, standing by his bed and looking at his sleeping face.

Several times, when John Watson opened his eyes in a daze in his sleep, he would find Sherlock kissing his forehead. The figure of Sherlock always made him feel that it was a dream.

John Watson will soon go back to sleep.

Just as dreaming about Sherlock was something he often encountered, Sherlock always smiled indulgently at his dullness and stupidity.

John Watson often felt that there was something deep in his smile. Sherlock looked unusually mature, like an old man who had experienced a storm. His personality occasionally revealed a child's naughty, but most of the time, Sherlock Always with such an elegant and polite smile, looking at John Watson is like watching a very interesting little animal.

John Watson remembered that he hadn't seen the sunrise and sunset for a long, long time. In the past month, he and Sherlock would occasionally go for a walk on the dark hillside outside the city. He was still very uncomfortable with this dark city. It's too dark here, too gloomy, there's not a single cloud overhead, and all the colorful lights floating in the city are fake, he doesn't belong here.

They chatted unexpectedly. When Sherlock chatted with him on the hillside, he told him again that Sherlock had actually lived for a long time. The year he met John Watson happened to be 170 years old. , Now he is almost 180 years old, John Watson was so surprised that his jaw almost fell to the ground, Sherlock was so happy in front of him, when he smiled happily, he didn't look like he was alive alone A blood race of hundreds of years, his skin is as white as the first snow, his hair is black, and there are blue and green fireflies around his shoulders. Under the light of the fireflies and the distant lights, he looks at John Watson and smiles.

John Watson's heart often stopped for a few beats, and it took several seconds before he remembered that he should take a breath and take a deep breath to the side.Although being in this strange place made him feel angry and uneasy, but as he got along with Sherlock gradually, he changed a lot about Sherlock. Sometimes, John Watson felt that his presence made him feel less here. fear and loneliness.

Until another 3 days later, that unforgettable day, when John Watson lamented bitterly in the corner of the power plant that he might never get out again, he finally found the entrance that he had come here before.

The author has something to say:

Prepare paper towels for crying children's shoes, please save the paper towels for other uses in the next chapter

Don't cry, wipe away your tears, more in the next episode. . . .It's better not to spoiler

At the beginning, I just wanted to have an interracial love, I don’t know why the story developed a little bit later

Just like my original intention in "The Grand Wedding" was to write a funny detective story, but I don't know why it turned into a magical dog-blood drama in the end

As for whether Huahua should be assimilated into a blood race, the author suddenly figured it out last night, so he happily decided his ending

(It’s said to be HE, why don’t there be any children’s shoes yet? Believe me [hammering and crying]

The "Spirit and Flesh" in the house next door is moving. Welcome to the fighters to watch