Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

On the night of the fourth day, they passed through Manchester and were getting closer to London. Unfortunately, this town was also reduced to a sacrifice in the sea of ​​fire. All around are the sound of bombers, and the sudden and miserable gunshots.

The German army is conquering Britain overwhelmingly. The once powerful British Empire is like meat on a chopping block, ready to be slaughtered.

John Watson felt hopeless and full of melancholy in the moving car.

But Moriarty smiled so easily and said, "History will forget this war. Many years later, people will talk about the sacrifices made in this war, just like you talk about ancient times without any grievances." Like the Battle of Rome at that time, it will all come to naught, as if it never happened."

Sherlock listened quietly, showing a thoughtful expression.

"If the German army wins this war, then the wolves will also receive the supreme honor, and they will reappear from the land. At that time, you will think that the bloodthirsty of the blood for humans is just a child's play. Those savages who failed to evolve Beasts have poor brains and can't understand human words, let alone the absurd thing that they have compassion. They are born to tear open the internal organs of human beings. Of course, slaughtering blood is also one of their favorite activities. "When the elder said this, he didn't show a trace of fear or regret. Instead, he found it very interesting, as if as long as it was related to bloody slaughter, no matter who started the cruel scene, he was willing to watch it from the sidelines.

It was April, and the sky after sunset was still red and dazzling with the firelight.

The number of civilians and wounded in the marching team gradually increased. Gradually, civilians accounted for half the number of soldiers, and they seriously slowed down the speed of the team.

At night, these civilians warmed up around the wood pile in the field, and the wounded huddled together in the tent, suffering from pain.

John Watson crawled around in the tent, busy taking care of the wounded, and the medical soldiers in the army were particularly surprised by his behavior.

This mysterious figure who comes out at night, General Patton's guest who obeys his words and deeds, has a great respect for him. This person has an elegant and graceful temperament, short stature, pale face, beautiful clothes, skilled Medical skills, among the medical soldiers, no one knows the way of practicing medicine better than John Watson. He is proficient in surgery, but he is not bad at internal medicine.

There were about thirty or so wounded in the tent, including soldiers, more civilians, mostly British, some Irish, and French who fled here from foreign countries to seek safety. The groans/groans echoed endlessly in the tent. They were seriously injured, and the medicine was in short supply. Once the wound became inflamed, it was difficult to recover.

When all the stars in the sky of Manchester were showing their faces, people outside were cooking food in iron pots among stone piles, and the air was full of the aroma of potatoes and rare game, which made people move their index fingers.People are surrounded by the twinkling stars waiting for the meal to start.

John Watson was not moved by these. He hid in the tent for a long time and refused to go out. He checked all the wounded and injected them with analgesics himself. There was too much medicine, his body did not reveal a black shadow under the light of the kerosene lamp. Many wounded people noticed this, but they didn't say anything.

At this moment, two medical soldiers came in from the outside, with masks on their faces and gloves on their hands. They seemed to bypass all the temporary hospital beds, then walked to the end of the tent, and put the bed in the corner. The wounded on the bed lifted up.

John Watson saw it, it was a little girl about 12 years old.

"Hey, what are you doing." John Watson stopped their rude behavior.

"She's suffering from pneumonia, so she can't stay in the tent anymore, it will infect other wounded people." The medical soldier answered him humbly and respectfully because of his unclear friendship with General Patton.

"So, where are you going to transfer her?"

The medical soldiers froze for a moment, and then said, "There are not enough tents, so we can only put her in the wild overnight. We don't have any specific medicine for pneumonia, and she will die sooner or later..."

"Shut up!" John Watson interrupted them solemnly, but the little girl still heard the conclusion about her fate.

"She won't die. Pneumonia is a minor problem. It's worse than a cold. But it's a fatal disease. She'll survive. You can't put her outside. It's wet and cold on the grass. It's cold in the wee hours of the morning. It's unbearable, she's only 12 years old, how can you bear it?"

"But..." the medical soldier said in embarrassment, "we can't let her implicate the other wounded in this tent..."

"Take her to my tent."

"Pneumonia is contagious..."

"I know, I know better than you." John Watson relaxed his facial expression to make himself look less scary. He was worried that his teeth would be exposed due to emotion, so he forced a smile, "Thank you If you don’t care, just put her in my place, it’s okay.”

The medics hesitated, but obeyed John Watson, and they took the girl to John Watson's tent and put her in place.

John Watson finally walked out of the shelter full of wounded people. Standing under the stars, he found that his fingernails were experiencing slight spasms.

Hunger and thirst visited again.

John Watson swallowed, then lifted the wine bottle in his pocket, uncorked the bottle with a bang, raised his head and put the hard mouth of the bottle between his lips, the thick red and black slurry flowed into his throat , the blood bag was gone long ago, and he didn't meet a intact hospital or clinic along the way, otherwise he would not only be able to get some spare blood bags, but also add more medicines for the army.

Now, his stomach is empty, and his hunger and thirst are just around the corner.

Alcohol was burning and rolling in his empty stomach, and his stomach, which had not been nourished by human blood, was throbbing endlessly. John Watson fell to the side, leaning his body leaning against the tree trunk, holding back the feeling of vomiting in his mouth, the stomach was in his abdominal cavity Tightening, Sherlock's private drink seemed to be on fire, the scorching heat spread in his stomach, the stomach was resisting, it was so disgusting to death.What he wanted was fresh blood, fresh, hot human blood.

John Watson staggered a step forward, the empty wine bottle fell to the ground, his teeth were itchy, and could not help but creak, ahhh, he wanted to bite the neck of a living person.

"Sherlock..." He made a weak voice, looking for Sherlock's figure, but Sherlock is not by his side tonight, he went to the front to scout out the enemy's situation, so as to judge which road is more suitable for marching, if he can set off smoothly tonight , They will be able to transfer to Liverpool tomorrow, so they will be one step closer to London.

John Watson shook his head nervously, and the scarlet color began to spread in his pupils, rising instantly.

"Damn..." He muttered, wanting to drink a mouthful of blood so badly.The taste of human blood...it's indescribable...He no longer thinks that human blood is a bad drink, never again, William tempted him to sip it twice, the taste is so delicious, it's like being in heaven John Watson wants to try again with the kind of fullness that can only be tasted in the middle of the night.

He slowly walked into the night sky, away from the crowd around the fire, he was afraid that once he got close to the hot living people, he would not be able to hold back their throats.

John Watson was wandering in the wilderness, he found a hare, ran past his eyes, John Watson licked his lips hungrily, but immediately suppressed the desire to chase the hare, and then disemboweled it Cruel impulse.

Even if it's animal blood, let him feel the scalding temperature.

John Watson knelt down in the grass, folded his arms, the wild and shrill explosion echoed in the distance, the village far away from here was experiencing war, and what John Watson was fighting at the moment was the bloodthirsty inside him The beast is gradually waking up.

He is not as strong as Sherlock's self-control, he can keep this beast bound, he has said that he can't do it alone!

John Watson even felt a bit of a headache. He had had enough of being out in the wild. He went back to his tent, scooped a handful of cold water from a basin and splashed it on his face, trying to wake himself up.

The cold water had no effect at all, and it didn't take long before John Watson's stomach began to churn, he felt the pain, his face was clouded with clouds, and he began to get angry with himself, just like when he took the anger out on Sherlock, Why did he have to endure this kind of hunger and thirst!Why does he have to live so uncomfortable!

There was a sound on the mobile bed frame behind him, John Watson looked back in awe, oh, I almost forgot, I asked the two medical soldiers to carry the little girl with pneumonia here and place her there.

In fact, the tent at this moment is terribly dark, like a cave, and the gaps in the tent are opaque. This is a tent arranged according to Sherlock's requirements. No matter day or night, normal people can't see anything in this environment.A cluster of match flames traversed the room, and John Watson lit a candle. Seeing the expression on his face, the girl quickly huddled on the messy head of the bed, shivering all over, screaming from her throat that had been burned out due to high fever. When he came out, he could only open his lips trembling in horror.

John Watson's skin was dead white, like white marble deposited in the first snow, his tight lips were full of beast-like anger, and his eyes were red like two blood-red slits, making him look cold and terrifying.

"Ah, you've been here all along." John Watson's voice was hoarse because of hunger and thirst.

"Don't... come here..." The girl was terrified to the extreme, she must have never seen a human whose eyes turned red like blood.

"Don't be afraid." John Watson lowered his voice and approached her.

"Help..." The girl's trembling voice was too small.

"Okay, stop shouting," he said, "I'm not going to do anything to you." Something was burning in John Watson's eyes, but he seemed to control himself, closing them briefly, and reopening them. When it was turned on, the color on the retina was even more scarlet and dazzling than the previous moment, shining brightly in the candlelight in the darkness.

John Watson gave a pale, benign smile, and for a moment he heard the human girl's heartbeat, quickening, thumping, violently rushing inside her chest.

John Watson strode across the tent and approached her. Immediately afterwards, he sat down on the simple bedstead calmly and stretched out a hand. The girl flinched back.

John Watson pulled her slender wrist and pinched it between his strong fingers. His scarlet eyes stared intently at her frail face. The girl's cheeks were beaded with sweat and unhealthy crimson due to the high fever.

She tried to dodge back, but John Watson grabbed her hand, pulling the distance closer.

"You have a high fever, and you need ice cubes to cool down." John Watson suppressed the desire for blood in his body, and tried to talk to her rationally, "But there is no ice cubes in this army, let alone antipyretics. "

John Watson lowered her wrist carefully so as not to scratch her with his elongated claws. The girl looked at him with wide-eyed fearful and vigilant eyes. Obviously, she was full of confusion and tension all over her body. Sweat, she didn't know what John Watson was going to do with her.

John Watson's face was so frighteningly white, especially his pair of angry red eyes, which seemed to pierce the darkness and directly on her body.

John Watson suddenly sighed, and then floated out of the tent. The girl wondered if she had hallucinations due to the high fever. She did see John Watson floated out without sound. After a while, she was in the bed. Crying out of shock.

"Don't be afraid." John Watson's voice suddenly appeared in the tent, and within a few minutes he reappeared from the shadows, "Don't be nervous, this is not good for your condition."

The girl stopped crying instantly, as if she had seen a ghost, and suffocated and stiffened on the mattress. She didn't understand how John Watson's footsteps could be so silent.

"Scared you." John Watson walked into the candlelight, stood by the table, and gave her a charming smile. He lowered his light golden eyelashes, covering half of his bright red eyes, and put the herbs in his hand into the bowl. Use a wooden stake to mash it intently, "If you are really scared, just don't look at my eyes." John Watson mixed the herbs into boiling water and cooked them, then filtered out the thick medicinal soup, discarded the residue, and put The small bowl was held in front of the girl.

The girl was terrified at the corner of the bed and did not dare to get close. John Watson grabbed her, blew the herbal soup in the bowl, tilted the bowl, and fed it into her mouth.

After the girl drank the fever-reducing herbs, John Watson asked softly, "What's your name?"

"Lily." The girl replied timidly.

"I have a sister," said John Watson, smiling. "She's older than you... no... she's not young, but she still looks about your age. Her name is Harriet. She lives and dies." Not sure."

The girl nodded to show that she heard.

John Watson said again, "I will let you sleep alone in this tent. Sherlock and I will find another place to rest. Tomorrow I will boil herbs for you. Just take the medicine on time, pay attention to sleep, and give you some nutrition. Soon you will be healed."

"Aren't you afraid of being infected by me?" The girl was surprised. The medical soldiers all wore masks and gloves tightly when treating her, treating her like a plague god.

John Watson shook his head. "I won't be infected... I won't get sick, never will."

John Watson walked out after finishing speaking. He stood outside the dark and silent tent, his mouth parched. He was not sure how long he could last in this state of hunger and thirst. The last time was a month... Said Not sure...it will last longer this time...no...unlikely...John Watson has never been able to calculate the blood desire, as long as there is even the slightest temptation, he will lose control.

The author has something to say:

I'm sorry, the website is convulsed tonight, the update has not been released, the author has worked hard for more than half an hour, sorry for making everyone wait so long

At first, I thought it was an internet speed issue. . .Then I changed the word count to less. . .The result will be sent out

what the hell. . .

Tonight is equal to double update, and there is the next chapter, please refresh it, don't miss it

My resentment towards 3P is actually able to write a short story, maybe it will be an extra little easter egg after the end of this article

But when I think that I still owe several children's shoes to Mai Lei, I will bear with it for a while, and I will post it later

In fact, the development of the story has been accelerating, and the war will come and end as soon as it is said.

The radiant HE will come

Finally... Nani? ? ?The day before yesterday was April Fool's Day? ? ? ?

How is no one fooling me? ?There are only a few unfamiliar numbers who keep asking me to go downstairs to pick up the courier. I have been standing downstairs for a long time and I haven’t seen the courier.