Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

"Sherlock, it's wrong for you to lie to him as a child. Although you say you want to save resources, it's nonsense to say that bloodthirsty will lead to massacres. He is a fool to believe you. In case One day he realizes it's a lie, and then what will he do if he dumps you." William said lightly.

John Watson turned his head and stared at Sherlock, "Is what he said true!"

Sherlock looked to the other side, avoiding John Watson's questioning, "Half and half."

"What the hell half and half? Explain it to me!"

Sherlock shrugged, "It's true that there is no such thing as excessive bloodthirsty and killing. I'm talking nonsense, just to make you less gluttonous. Your appetite is relatively large, several times larger than mine. It doesn't scare you at all. I can't persuade you, but I did nothing wrong, I lied to you, but I don't feel guilty at all, John, you must understand how scarce blood bags are in this period, and even if you only have [-]% of them The feeling of satiety can also last for several days, human beings need blood bags more than you.”

John Watson couldn't find anything to criticize him when he said that.

John Watson spoke in a low voice, "Yes, you are right, Sherlock, I really hate myself, I must be a contradictory mean person in your eyes. Drinking blood greedily when no one is around, you can punish or scold you as you please."

"How could I be willing to punish you or scold you? You used to be very weak as a human being, but now you have become my kind. After you become stronger, you are willing to do anything to protect me. If you want to compare, I have done more than you Despicable thing, if the war can end as soon as possible and the situation of material abundance is restored, I will definitely not stop you from drinking the blood bag, I will not, you are different from the natural blood, you cannot get relief just by relying on medicinal wine, If possible, I would like to let you become free, unrestricted, and let you do what you want to do most wholeheartedly."

John Watson looked at him tenderly, and Sherlock smiled and said, "Don't look at me like that."

"I forgive you."

"It's so easy to forgive him." William folded his arms beside him, as if he couldn't bear the numbness of the two of them.

"What are you doing here?" Sherlock turned his head and asked viciously, "Why didn't you die on that island? Answer quickly, or don't stand in my way."

"Ah, it's a long story..."

"Either explain it to me, or get out of here." Sherlock always looked like this when he saw his father, as if William owed him in his previous life.

William smiled lazily, "Let's sit down and talk."

The library of Oxford University was quiet, and there was no one there. They walked among the dark bookshelves as smoothly as they walked in the light, without bumping into any obstacles.

Sherlock sat next to the long desk for reading. John Watson habitually turned on a lamp to add some comfort to the atmosphere. Although he could see quite clearly in the dark, in fact he didn't like the darkness very much. William sat down opposite the two of them, and put one hand on the table. After a moment of silence, he let out a breath slowly.

"I..." He didn't seem to know where to start.

"How long have you been a werewolf?" Sherlock seemed to know all the answers, his eyes narrowed very small, revealing a clear light.

John Watson fussed and said, "Damn it, what were you talking about?"

"After covering our departure, he turned into a werewolf to escape. Otherwise, how could he resist fifty or so werewolves with his own power?"

John Watson kept staring at William's face with an attitude of disbelief.

William smiled weakly under his surprised gaze. His smile could only be called a wry smile, "Ah, Sherlock is right, I was already a werewolf before the night you left by boat."

"So... the werewolf I saw that stormy night before..."

"It's me, I didn't know that you and Sherlock accidentally saw me walking along the coastline alone, and I realized that I was exposed when you mentioned it to me the next day, so I was so abnormal, escaping Following your questioning, I can't tell a lie in front of Sherlock, no one can lie in front of Sherlock, so I would rather pretend to be angry and walk away. In fact, I went to Scotland for a month before your arrival Island, I rarely go to sea, that time was to buy food for the hotel, it was a last resort. I met a wild wolf that jumped off the German ship on the pier in Scotland, it not only stabbed me with its sharp claws It's okay to be stabbed by a werewolf's sharp claws. The real deadly part of them lies in their fangs, which have wolf venom on them. Once you get hurt by that tooth, no matter where it is, just let the tooth touch you the wound, the virus will invade your blood vessels, and if you survive by chance...you will be infected into a werewolf."

When John Watson heard this, his back was tense in shock. He remembered that he once opened the big mouth of a werewolf with his bare hands. Fortunately, he was very lucky that he was not stabbed by any werewolf's sharp teeth at that time, otherwise-the consequences would be terrible. Unbelievable.

William said calmly, "I was bitten, and I went back to Shetland to recuperate, thinking that I would be fine after the wound healed, but things started to go wrong. A few days later, I ushered in the full moon night, and I I transformed for the first time that night, I have never felt this kind of experience, I don't know what's going on, the moment the moon rises, my body hurts like being torn apart, then, I started I slowly grew taller, my back became stronger, my palms and legs gradually became thicker and bigger, my vision was dyed red, and then my brain fell into a fuzzy state, and then I lost all memories. When I woke up When I came here, I found myself lying naked/naked/naked in the wilderness. It was already dawn at that time. If I woke up later, I would have died in the hot sun. I don’t remember my transformation at all. What happened, I lost my memory of being a werewolf, I was covered in wounds, it was like I walked a lot of rough roads, but I didn't know where I was or what I did, and it made me feel Disturbed, I have blood under my fingernails, human blood, and I fear that I will slaughter the waiters and cooks in my hotel in becoming a mindless beast."

William paused, looked at Sherlock and John Watson, and then said, "It wasn't from my hotel, but I did kill people. I accidentally killed a farmhouse. It was the lonely house after the full moon night. Rumors of beasts biting people began to spread around the island, but it was not the beast, it was me. The second time I transformed under the full moon, I was more scared than the first time. I was worried that I would wake up under the sun. Then I couldn’t find shelter, and I was also worried that I would be killed by them in turn when I slaughtered the islanders, but I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse. The werewolf’s body is more powerful than the vampire’s. Minor scratches, I was almost unscathed, and I woke up safe and sound in a cool place. I realized that the moment I changed from a werewolf to a human, I was very fragile. At that moment, I can easily kill me."

Sherlock listened gravely, the skin on his face stretched as tight as a statue.

"Did you also kill people when you transformed for the second time?" Sherlock asked blankly.

William nodded, "Yes. When I was in a trance, another family died tragically under my wolf's claws. Then, you came. On that stormy night, it was my third transformation , that night, I actually ran to a nearby island in the rain and carried out a secret massacre. I don't even know how I crossed the ocean as a werewolf. I didn't have any consciousness at the moment. I woke up Afterwards, there was no memory of murder. In the end, the entire island was landed and occupied by the German army. Not long after you left, I turned into a werewolf for the fourth time, so I saved my life. The next day I turned back into a werewolf. When they were in human form, they quickly escaped from the control of the German army. They domesticated many killers who could transform into werewolves. Many, almost innumerable, were all concentrated in a large manor. They never bothered these killers on weekdays. They eat and drink The hospitality, just for them to carry out the massacre once a month. With the assistance of werewolves, the German army has always had the upper hand in the war."

John Watson listened to this frightening story without saying a word for a long time, and after a few minutes of silence he said, "So, when you attacked me last night, you were unconscious?"

William leaned back in his chair. "John, I don't remember what I did to you. I hope I didn't hurt you."

John Watson looked at him and said, "For me, well, it's okay, it's not too much, you ran to attack the living, and Sherlock..."

"He pierced my throat, it was very rude."

Sherlock said, "I knew you wouldn't die, but I didn't expect that you would suddenly change back to human form."

"This is really strange." William showed a bewildered expression, "A werewolf will not return to human form until dawn, even if it is killed, as long as the full moon is still hanging in the sky, it will not return to human form , but I... As long as I get hurt, I will wake up from the severe pain. After being stimulated by the pain, I will slowly change back to my original body. In general, I am now both a vampire and a werewolf , I think, I am a new species, a hybrid species. Once a werewolf is wounded in the throat, it will be incurable, and it will definitely die, but what about me, my blood aura protects me, when I transform into a wolf, it is like I am still a blood Similarly, nothing but sunlight can kill me.” William suddenly joked, “It’s really shocking, I’ve never heard of a vampire turning into a werewolf, maybe, maybe a werewolf can also be turned into a werewolf. Bloodline conversion."

Sherlock snorted coldly, "Next time, when you transform into a beast again, I will lock you in the wine cellar."

William sighed and shook his head, "Don't treat me like a beast, Sherlock. Unfortunately, I became a werewolf. Werewolves are a race inferior to the vampires but stronger than the vampires. Just know stupid carnage and don't think, they lost their minds and souls, nothing but a butcher's shell, I really shouldn't be a werewolf, but you can't lock me up, I don't want to be in the next day Waking up in chains and dust."

"Much better than waking up to the sunrise when you're out in the field."

"Maybe you can give me anesthesia at the moment of my transformation. The medicine is useless to vampires, but it is effective to werewolves. You can try it."

"I still think the iron chain is more straightforward." Sherlock deliberately raised his shoulders with him, "You are a potential scourge, and you really shouldn't be alive."

William's eyes widened: "I have no choice. I am immortal. Unless I voluntarily seek death, I will live until the end of the world."

"You are a werewolf now, you can't appear in front of the army as a werewolf on a full moon night, you hide in the bushes, or somewhere else, or find a cave to hide."

William shook his head, "It's useless, once I usher in the full moon, I will run wild, but it's safer to stay by your side, because you are the only blood clan who won't kill me. When the werewolf turns back into a human form, it won't I am afraid of the sun again, but I am different. When I turn into a wolf next time, it is hard to say what will happen when the sun rises. I may not be lucky to avoid the sun every time. I believe you are a qualified Lord of the blood race, you can control other blood races from harming me, you can do it."

His voice was full of pain and despair, and Sherlock's anger towards him gradually subsided, and compassion arose spontaneously.

He looked at his father for a long time, and then awkwardly agreed to William's suggestion. He planned to leave for London with John Watson tomorrow night. This time, he would bring William with him.

Sebastian Moran was sitting on the armchair in the dining room, staring viciously at the glass of the goddam alchemy potion in front of him. He had to drink it. If he refused to drink the potion that suppressed blood desire, then he The bloodthirsty desire will drive him crazy, making him start killing people in this university full of human beings, but his injuries have not yet healed, and the speed has slowed down seriously, he will suck the first mouthful of human blood Before that, half of his head had been blown away by a shotgun—in this way, it would take him more than a month to regrow a complete head.

Moreover, the ugly appearance with half of his head collapsed will definitely be laughed to death by Sherlock Holmes. Sebastian Moran will definitely not be able to bear this kind of humiliation. It is these damn reasons that drove him to raise his cup, straighten his neck, and take a sip. Swallowed all the medicinal wine.

He was walking down the ancient corridor depressed, and there was a figure standing on the dome of the seminary, just under the majestic cross, a gorgeous fur cloak fluttered behind the figure, and the cloak hat was on his head, His facial features melted with the thick night, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. He only felt that his eyes exuded the breath of death that can only be found in the cemetery.

Sebastian Moran turned around and looked up at the black figure in the open-air corridor. The man flicked his cloak behind him, as if a bat floated over. His posture when he climbed along the wall of the seminary and landed Relaxed and elegant, his toes tapped the ground gently without making a sound. As soon as he touched the floor tiles, he jumped forward, and his feet landed firmly in front of Sebastian Moran. The action is done with such ease.

As if a cloud of night fog hit him head-on, he picked up Sebastian Moran and jumped into the night sky again.

Moran was very surprised. When he reunited after a long absence, he felt an unspeakable feeling in his heart, "Master..."

"Needless to say, I know what you've been through, let me take you away, find the dark city where you live in seclusion, and escape this war."

Sebastian Moran looked at the face under the shadow of the hat brim, nodded vigorously, and said, "Yes, master, whatever you say, I will go wherever you go."

"Well, very good." The voice was cold, but with lingering tenderness.

On the second night of Moran's disappearance, Sherlock and John Watson were standing on the streets of London. William sat in the carriage and refused to get off. He was wrapped in a blanket in the dim car, narrowed his eyes and said to Sherlock, " I'm not going to stand on the street as a target, you know how it hurts to be hit by a bullet."

Hearing what he said, Sherlock didn't care about him.

Both Sherlock and John Watson hid in the streets of London. They first went back to John Watson's former residence, which had been razed to the ground by shells. The old house was turned into mud, and his heart ached. He found a stack of letters left behind under the bricks.

With Sherlock's ability, they found a very secret residence in London. It was a two-bedroom apartment in a small alley. Before entering, they had to go through a long iron staircase. The gutters dripped water all day long. This kind of dilapidated residence really wronged the noble blood, but they had no choice during the war.

Sherlock and John Watson shared a room, and William occupied a room by himself.

The enemy and the enemy were fighting on the street outside. When the bullets flew across, John Watson hid in this small apartment, listening to the continuous explosions and screams, throughout the long and gloomy night. Unrelentingly search for any clues about the whereabouts of the Watson family through the letters between old Watson and his relatives and friends.He sent many tracing telegrams to the police station, but none of them received a correct response. There were too many missing citizens during the war, and the police station simply couldn't record them one by one.

Sherlock wandered all night in the bars where dragons and snakes mixed together by the Thames River, inquiring about news like a detective. On the same sofa, I checked countless newspapers, including old newspapers, trying to find any news of migration beginning with Watson's name, or news of casualties.

Three weeks passed and they got nothing.

That night, John Watson read through old Watson's letters again, but there was still no mention of the family's whereabouts. Whether they moved to relatives or fled, there is nowhere to know, probably not. Let John Watson search for those distant relatives one by one. I am afraid that he may not stay at the original address. After all, it is not safe anywhere, and there are no clues. It is always unwilling to leave London like this. .

John Watson was overwhelmed with material, and it was exhausting him.

Next to it, Sherlock closed a roster of missing persons stolen from the police station. It is easy for Sherlock to obtain this document locked in the file cabinet, even if he is allowed to enter Buckingham Palace, he will have no problem. It's a pity that the contents recorded in the roster have nothing to do with the Watson family. He turned his head and looked at John Watson who was sitting next to him. The doctor was extremely tired. He leaned back on the back of the sofa and looked at a light bulb hanging The ceiling is in a daze.

London began to popularize light bulbs before the war. Gradually, light bulbs replaced candles that were blown out. In this big London city called "the center of the world", every household used electricity and light bulbs. up.

Sherlock raised a hand, stroked his cheek, and said softly, "John, we'll find it sooner or later."

John Watson forced a smile: "I only have you now."

Whether this battle can be won or not, Sherlock did not tell him the exact answer, and John Watson himself can't say for sure. Half of the world is in a state of artillery fire. Never stopped.

Many human beings went bankrupt due to the war, their wives were separated, and all kinds of signs showed a ruthless future-once Britain became a defeated country, then all British citizens could no longer be so proud, and the royal family would lose everything Dignity, in short, once lost, the loss is immeasurable.

Wars are all stupid, dirty, and pointless.

However, as William said, under the tyranny of werewolves, people died like flies.This war is more ominous than good.

Speaking of William, John Watson wondered how short and precious the night was. How could any vampire not cherish the dark moment. Since the sun went down, William hid in his room for several hours and did not come out.

Sherlock's face darkened, he walked to the window, and pulled back the heavy velvet curtain, and a huge, round moon hung high in the sky.

At this moment, there was a low howl of beasts in William's room. Sherlock stood in front of the window, his nails growing sharply, facing the direction of the room, with a stern expression, as if he was facing an enemy.

John Watson stood up straight from the sofa vigilantly. To be honest, werewolves were a nightmare for him.

The door of the room cracked open, and a huge beast with its head reaching the ceiling jumped out ferociously. The pitch-black hair stood up on the skin as hard as steel. The werewolf transformed into William broke the lamp, and the glass shattered all over the floor, and the light dimmed instantly. After coming down, the whole room was as sinister as death and as dark as sin. The werewolf stared at the two blood races in the darkness, his eyes were red. The breath that came out was wheezing, and the saliva fell along its messy giant teeth on the babbling wooden floor. Once bitten by these teeth full of wolf venom, he would be assimilated into a wild beast without thinking ability. Wolf.

John Watson carefully avoided, and came to Sherlock, his footsteps walked through the moonlight projected in the window, almost invisible and silent.

The werewolf snarled at him, and the waves of his voice swept over the two of them like a gust of wind, and John Watson felt his head was about to be yelled off.

The werewolf suddenly lost interest in them and ran towards the window. Sherlock immediately dodged and blocked him by the window, "I won't let you go out. There are all officers and soldiers waiting to blow you to pieces with shells."

Not sure if the werewolf understood what he said, I saw it puffed out its majestic chest in front of Sherlock, screaming terribly, and the wolf's eyes were as scarlet as blood.

It waved its sharp claws, piercing the silent moonlight.

John Watson jumped over lightly, his coat fluttering in the moonlight, handsome and beautiful, he stepped on a high window sill, condescending, clamped the werewolf's giant claws, and prevented it from attacking Sherlock, John Watson looked sullenly, looking at The werewolf's eyes said fiercely: "Sit down!" He ordered the werewolf.

The werewolf raised his head towards the moonlight, his body was slightly tilted, his tall body was bent back, trembling all over.

"Sit down! I said sit down!" John Watson stared at the werewolf's bright red eyeballs, his voice became hoarse, he was too excited, the werewolf was so close to him, this distance made him feel insecure.

This wild wolf is like the messenger of hell, extremely terrifying, its hair is like thorns, standing sharply around its armor-like skin, its skin is dark and rough, its chest heaves violently, and its wolf face is breathing heavily. Breathing hotly, John Watson tried his best to tolerate its monster-like terrifying appearance, looking straight into its eyes, the werewolf's pupils were filled with cruel and savage red light, John Watson stared straight at him, trying to use The dark blue sight absorbed its soul—if werewolves had souls at all.

Then, a miracle happened, the fire-breathing eyes of the werewolf suddenly became dim, as if bewitched, the roar suddenly weakened, and there was a long and long whimper in the throat, and the scream became very pitiful, Under John Watson's hypnotic force, the werewolf slowly squatted its hind legs back, and landed on the ground with its buttocks. A large dog sat obediently on the floor, stuck out its tongue, and looked at John Watson with cute eyes.

Sherlock felt very amused, and raised his eyebrows with strong interest, "When did you become smart, and where did you learn this trick? John?"

"Damn it, I'm just taking a gamble, I don't know if it will work, if it will suddenly turn around and pounce on me." John Watson still couldn't believe that he really did it, he didn't look away, for fear of turning around Sight, the hypnotic power will fail, his fingers with long nails are trembling slightly, ready to fight at any time.

Sherlock snorted contentedly, and said with a smile, "You succeeded, John, it's amazing, you completely hypnotized him."

The author has something to say:

In fact, the blood-sucking problem has been solved, and Xiaohua no longer resists blood-sucking

He thinks type A blood is so delicious, of course I will round up the mood of this change in detail

So I really used the brain hole of children's shoes. I am very happy to write the meme that the werewolf was domesticated by Xiaohua haha

In the next chapter, the life and death of my sister will have a definite answer