Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

He felt that the skin was swelling, almost splitting, and every inch of muscle in his body was gradually becoming extremely hard. He arched his body, his vision was dyed red, and it was blurred. The whole person seemed to be in a fog, and his brain was in chaos , unable to think.

The hairs came out from under his hard skin and grew in all directions. The black hair tails were like spikes, sharp and thin, and felt rough to the touch, as if he could use these hairs to cut others. He felt like he was in a hurricane As if being twisted, the bones on his body were twisted by an indescribable magic power. He heard the sound of skin and flesh crunching and deforming. Gradually, he felt trapped in the swamp, unable to move at the bottom of the abyss. I don't feel my presence anymore.

A wild wolf with flaming eyes stood in the room, its huge sharp claws fiercely sweeping through the air, and a low-legged cabinet flew to the wall in an instant and broke into pieces.It raised its head and roared at the moonlight, and the silver light of the moon was magical, making its adrenal glands surge, and the rage was about to pour out through its voice, and the cry of the werewolf resounded throughout the city of London.

It rushed out of the room, the door was like a child's play under its claws, it broke with a light touch, the thick door panel seemed to be made of cream cake, it jumped outside the house, the iron stairs couldn't bear its sudden jump, and it was born The rusted screws loosened, and the stairs fell down. The werewolf stepped on the collapsed stairs with thick soles, and jumped to the roof of the opposite house. The distance of tens of meters was just a big step in its eyes.

The werewolf walks on the rooftops of London, there's a lot of rage lurking in his chest, he doesn't know where the rage comes from, but it's burning like a furnace, his rage needs to come out, he just wants to kill, crazy The slaughter, especially those vampires with elegant temperament and pale body, makes them even more angry when they see them.The ghost of the wolf tribe who died unjustly in ancient times seems to be stationed in its body through a virus infection. It can deeply feel the burning humiliation of the vampires enslaving its ancestors.

This is definitely a curse, and the future generations of wolves are all cursed. Whenever they transform into wolves, the ancient hatred will rush wildly in their blood vessels.

Something rained down on it, the werewolf's nostrils were wheezing with anger, and he turned his head ferociously. A group of officers and soldiers were holding up their guns and attacking it with dispensable ammunition. The werewolf felt violent resentment sweeping over it. It waved its wolf claws all over the body, and these officers and soldiers were swept into the air like dandelions, and fell heavily from a high altitude to the ground. In the severe pain, these fragile cotton bodies struggled twice, and then stopped moving.

It only felt hungry in its stomach, and its saliva dripped continuously. It sniffed the delicious human flesh lying in a pool of blood, and then obeyed its instinct, opened its mouth to chew, and completely turned into a primitive beast, biting the corpse to pieces. It was cut into several pieces, and the intestines and viscera flowed all over the floor.

Grenades kept falling on its back and exploded on its skin. The werewolf was vigilant to find that these hateful humans were aiming grenades at its throat.Its survival instinct forced it to throw away the delicious meat in its mouth, and leap high into the air, away from all attacks.

It ran wild all the way, was chased by officers and soldiers driving cars, and bombs exploded behind its tail. It heard its kind in the distance, making a long dying roar. This sound made it uneasy. The city of London can't stay any longer. Over the years of fighting, smart humans have already figured out the shortcomings of werewolves. It is not difficult for them to deal with these seemingly invulnerable but actually full of flaws.

The werewolf ran desperately all the way, swept through the jungle at an extremely fast speed, and came to the suburbs in a blink of an eye.It lost its way in the countryside, wandered blindly, its eyes were bloodshot, it was extremely hungry, tore up a few small animals with its bare hands in the forest, and stuffed them into its mouth to satisfy its hunger.It walks upright on its hind legs, leaving huge footprints with each step.

The sky is gradually getting brighter, dawn is coming, the moon is hanging low at the bottom of the treetops, waiting for the sun to take over, and a new day is coming.

The werewolf found himself in convulsions all over his body, his body hair suddenly fell off like snowflakes leaving the clouds, his hard skin gradually softened, his limbs became thinner, his curved back was straightening, his figure shrunk down, and his white skin was exposed in bright light.

After he regained all his sanity, William felt pain all over his body and was exhausted. He lay down on the grass weakly, with his arms spread out in a big shape, naked/naked. With the bloody smell of humans and animals, it only takes 10 minutes for the morning light to flood the earth. He can only wait for the sunrise to murder him.

He squinted his eyes under the strong ultraviolet light, his eyelids were heavy, and a sense of lethargy surrounded him. He wanted to get up, but he had just undergone a transformation, and he didn't have much strength.He escaped death many times, and the scythe of death swept across his head several times, but he was lucky enough to avoid it.As a vampire, it is not easy for him to survive in this world, but now he has turned into a werewolf again, which simply pushes him to the gate of hell.

Just as he was desperately waiting for death, a long wait, 1 minute seemed like centuries.

Suddenly, a pair of bare feet appeared above his head. As far as he could see, he saw a long pearl-colored lace dress with fresh grass leaves on the skirt. She knelt down slowly and lifted William's body. Head, put him on your knees.

She was wearing a large pearl-colored sun hat, under the brim of which was a pair of deep sapphire blue eyes, and she was looking at him intently.

William looked into her deep blue eyes, and for a moment, his heart trembled violently. He seemed to see another John Watson, and she had the shadow of John Watson.The John Watson he misses day and night will never accept his John Watson.

"John?" William called her softly, couldn't help raising a hand, and placed it on her soft and pale cheek.

"No, my name is Harley, Harley Watson. As for the John you mentioned, he is my brother." The girl held the back of his hand, her voice was immature, and she seemed to be only 15 years old.

William blinked on her lap, looked at the outline of her facial features in surprise, and finally distinguished her clearly. She was indeed not John Watson. Hanging behind her, the difference is that her face has a trace of cruelty and coldness that does not match her appearance and age, without the innocence of John Watson.

"You are an interesting new species," Harley said with a sneer with a cold-blooded expression, "I am happy to raise you."

"Hmph," William sighed lazily as a blood clan elder who had lived for an unknown number of centuries, and was offered to be raised by a young blood clan switcher, "You girl who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth, you are too Look down on me, I am a vampire and a wolf at the same time."

"I know, my companion and I have been watching you for a long time, and your face makes you angry." Harriet suddenly squeezed his cheek hard, and the blue iris was stained with sullenness, " You look exactly like the guy who took my brother. I'd love to ruin your face."

"You can't do this. Like you, my beauty and youth will last forever. No matter how you destroy my skin, I will still regenerate." William lowered his voice and looked at her seriously, "Honestly, Why do you keep spying on me?"

Harley lowered her eyelids and looked at him gloomyly, "My brother abandoned me in a manor. I was captured by vampire hunters. Now I am the hunter's errand. I work and work for these human hunters. The people I took refuge in at first It was a hunter, and later turned into a vampire of the same kind by accident, but now I am fine, I have returned to the hunter family, I am not targeting you, but Sherlock Holmes, the war will end, and peace will come, but It is not easy for a hunter to give up his sacred mission, and I must always remind him that hunters are everywhere."

William frowned, he wanted to run away, but the sun had already risen, and he couldn't run very far.

At this moment, a carriage slowly drove up on the dirt road in the countryside, and there were three vampire hunters sitting in it. They pressed that stupid hat that only hunters would wear on their noses, and a dozen The difference before was that they no longer hung the useless silver bullets on their waists, but they carried ultraviolet laser guns developed with scientific technology.

They whistled at Harriet, "Hey, our little bastard, drag your kind into the carriage and bundle them into the trunk."

William showed a smiling face, "These hunters caught me, what are they going to do?"

Harley glanced at them sideways, and then whispered to William, "Cooperate, weird uncle with no clothes on, go sleep in the box, we won't betray you to the army, you have bigger In the next full moon night, hunters will try their best to tame you, making you the ultimate weapon for hunting vampires."

"It fell into the hunter's hands again." William said with emotion.

The sun burst into golden light, and there was no one on the grassland in the countryside, only a carriage was driving slowly on the muddy ground, and a mysterious wooden box like a coffin was tied behind the carriage, and the huge wheels were turning non-stop. One after another heavy ruts were rolled out on the muddy ground.

In the sixth year of the war, the plague broke out in Germany, and the power of the German army suddenly weakened.

The German army was in disarray, and they had to look forward and backward, and they were immediately devastated and burned at both ends.

Moreover, the werewolves they put into the war have obvious flaws and flaws. This kind of beast with insufficient evolution has no brains and will easily step into the traps set by humans. Their weaknesses are firmly grasped. Attacking the throat can cause them to lose their lives, and with the full assistance of the vampire clan in the war, the werewolves soon fell into a situation of destruction.

As Elder Moriarty said, if he were, he would domesticate this mindless beast for another two centuries before releasing it to bite people.

The werewolf family's desire to restore the glory of the ancient times and invade human territory to make waves is close to disillusionment.

Other hostile countries took advantage of the outbreak of the plague in Germany and took the opportunity to send a large number of troops to cities in Germany to fight back. The German army panicked all of a sudden, and they withdrew all their troops from London overnight to support them.

As soon as the enemy left, London suddenly fell silent.

The mood of the people was not enthusiastic because of the enemy's retreat. On the contrary, they looked extremely tired and frustrated. The future was not yet clear, and the war was still not won. They would face the German army turning around at any time. It was very peaceful and full of mourning, after all tens of millions of people lost their lives in this tragic disaster.

The government encourages citizens to get back on their feet, find lost family members, and continue to live. In order to avoid the same plague as Germany, this dirty city has begun to improve sanitation and bury the dirty open sewers with cement. Under the ground, try to get rid of the mud and garbage on the street.These projects were kept busy, and there was not enough manpower. The officers who were originally stationed under the city wall carrying guns had to come over to help move the soil and stones.

Thankfully, disease did not visit London.

After another two months, good news came from Scotland Island. The counter-offensive was successful, not an inch of Scotland's territory was regained, and the German army retreated in large areas.

Now, there are only some small places left in the whole of Britain that are still under the control of the German army, but the German army has no time to deal with these small places. The German military headquarters, Berlin, is surrounded by armed forces from various countries, and is in a mess. In the middle, the head of the German army is unable to move an inch in France, and it is not right to go back to Germany, or to stay in someone else's house, worrying all day long, like a patient suffering from depression, the German army is not far from the end, and the retribution for all kinds of evil has finally come.

The atmosphere of peace became stronger and stronger, and the war lasted until the seventh year, when Germany formally announced its surrender.

When Germany announced the surrender, John Watson was sitting in a sofa chair listening to the radio. Peace came so suddenly, just as suddenly as when the war broke out. When he heard the word surrender, his face was almost calm. At the same time, he received another piece of sad news that made his heart sink.

This summer, there were heavy rains.

A cemetery in Edinburgh is full of people, overgrown with the sound of rain pattering leaves.

A coffin is slowly descending into the depths of the tomb. The pastor is wearing a black robe, and the person next to him holds up an umbrella for him to cover the Bible in his hand. The pastor solemnly recites the funeral prayers, " May Mr. Watson rest in peace in heaven."

The people who came to the funeral looked sad, but peaceful, no one was crying bitterly, everyone was crying quietly.

The deceased had a glorious period. He was an excellent doctor and writer before his death. Now, he lies peacefully in the tomb. There is a tall tombstone on the top of the cemetery, with black inscriptions engraved on it, recording the deceased's birthday and On the day of death, it is for the descendants of future generations to look up and know how many years this ancestor has spent.

After the funeral, the crowd dispersed, leaving only a solitary tombstone standing in the wind and rain.

A pale hand rested on the engraved handwriting, fingertips caressed the stone surface, distinguishing the names of the people engraved on it.The visitor caressed the tombstone fondly, as if wishing for good luck.

The sky was so overcast that there was no sunlight, and the rain was like a river. John Watson stood under a black umbrella, and Sherlock held the umbrella for him. John Watson raised his hand from the tombstone and put it on his eyes to cover him. Tears gushing out.

Although he will not die of old age, the human beings around him are all mortals, they are prone to illness, and their life span is limited. His father died of a heart attack, and he passed away not long after the victory of the war, and his grandmother also Died early in the war.Edinburgh is the birthplace of John Watson. His father and his mother met here and gave birth to him. John Watson spent his childhood in this hot land. Now that his father is buried here, he has returned to the last home.

Now, only his mother remains.

Mrs. Watson was wearing a black mourning dress and a black veil on her head. Her face was covered with wrinkles and her hair was gray. She looked much older. There was also a shadow cast by the war in her eyes. She got into the car, and when the car drove through the cemetery, two pale figures stood among the trees and stared at her car. Lowering the car window, sticking out her head, looking at the forest for a long time in the rain, she couldn't see anything.

Since then, Mrs. Watson has never seen John Watson again, but she occasionally hears the sound of the window opening in the middle of the night. As a result, Mrs. Watson lived very wealthy in her later years. Until she died of natural aging, the servants who took care of her daily life would often hear her standing at the window and sighing to the moon, stroking Harriet's necklace and John Watson's photo.She knew her children were alive--perhaps outliving any human being in the world.

After 50 years, the bloody and cruelty of the war has been slowly forgotten by the rings of history.

Most of the people John Watson once knew died later, but he still looks the same, his skin is as smooth and flat as when he was young, and the golden luster between his hair is shining. He has always lived in London, which he is familiar with, and has moved several times. But never changed the name.

Now his apartment is located on Baker Street. The house has a chimney and a fireplace. When the night comes, John Watson often stretches his legs, nests in the sofa, and reads the newspaper leisurely with a glass of medicinal wine or a glass of blood. .His weight has stabilized, he won't gain weight, and he won't lose weight.

"It's more beautiful than before, so beautiful that I can't let you go out." Sherlock would complain this way behind him every time he got dressed and looked in the mirror.

Standing in front of the apartment window, John Watson can overlook the Thames River. The river is beautiful and soothing under the moonlight, flowing quietly in front of him. The collapsed Tower Bridge on the river has long been repaired. Snakes are mixed here, and this place has become an international metropolis, with people from all over the world with different personalities.

It is no exaggeration to say that London is the place with the most weirdos in the world. It is simply a concentration camp for weirdos. It is not surprising to meet weirdos here.

He has matured, and he is not surprised by honor or disgrace. He watched the people around him die gradually, and at first he felt so sad that he couldn't breathe. Now it seems that all human beings in this world are doomed to die, and John Watson can only do so Cherish the good times you have with these short-lived humans.

It was hard for him to imagine what Sherlock felt when he looked at him as a human being. At that time, Sherlock knew that he would die sooner or later, but he was still deeply infatuated with him. Exudes unexplainable melancholy.

His life has no end, and when he thinks about it, he will inevitably lose his goal. If only John Watson endured such a long time alone, he must be lonely and unbearable. Fortunately, Sherlock is with him. A little companionship makes him willing to endure the endless years.

Sherlock's dream is still being implemented.

Sherlock was obsessed with the alchemy formula. He tried to come up with a medicinal wine that could completely eliminate blood desire and at the same time eliminate hunger, but this was really too difficult. It is not difficult to suppress desire, but hunger is the instinct of all things .Relieving the hunger instinct is like trying to stop breathing.

There is no living thing that does not need to eat and feel full. Whether it is a microorganism, a plant or a higher animal, all living things must constantly absorb nutrients to satisfy themselves.

Simply relying on medicinal wine to achieve satiety, Sherlock is still unable to do it for the time being, not to mention the troublesome issue of equivalent exchange, he still has a long way to go on the road of alchemy.

John Watson is not as busy as he is. When he doesn't have to go to the clinic at night, he just watches Sherlock sitting at the lab table at home. enjoy.

People who knew his and Sherlock's secret identities gradually passed away, and in the end, none of them remained.

The patients in the John Watson Clinic changed from strangers to regular customers, from regular customers to the deceased, and then welcomed the next group of strangers. Know nothing.

Time flies, and decades have passed.

London was once hollowed out by gunfire into a block of cheese with holes. Now, the old and old buildings left over from the war are lined up on Queen's Road, and at the end is a super luxurious hotel. The Grand Casino Gold Casino, the buildings in other places are all rebuilt. London began to restore its former prosperity, and it can even be said to become more prosperous. weird people.

John Watson didn't make any fuss when he saw the sudden appearance of these high-rise buildings. He had seen it before. In the underground city, the buildings there were so towering, but they didn't use so many glass materials. They are creatures of the day, they love the sun and bright light, so the buildings they build face the sun as much as possible and pay attention to lighting.

Of course, as the city grows, the flow of people also increases. It is inevitable that there will be horrible urban legends circulating in the streets and alleys. John Watson is familiar with these legends. He can often hear people talking about vampires in bars. Speaking of his father's father's father who fought side by side with vampires during the war, and speaking of the fact that humans were very tolerant of vampires during the war, and many people even took in vampires.

These topics have been brought up tirelessly, and they are talked about in the mouths of these horror and suspense lovers. Some of them think that vampires are fake, while others are looking forward to a date with vampires, but more young people regard this topic as treated as a joke.

"I know a story." John Watson was lying next to this group of horror and suspense lovers. Very elegantly, "I don't think vampires are a joke, I think vampires exist. There's a train called Scarlet Reborn, you know?"

"Never heard of it." Someone replied.The others looked at him with drunken, unwarranted smiles.

John Watson smiled faintly, "It's normal if you haven't heard of it. History will not record this train, but it exists in my heart and has always been alive. It is a train driven by vampires. Humans like you , better hope you never see it."

Someone laughed, "It's like saying that you are not human! Vampires can drive trains? It's even more bizarre than humans raising vampires during wartime."

A strange light flashed in John Watson's eyes, and he said softly, "That train is real, it only runs at night, wandering around on the abandoned tracks, this train goes back and forth between London and Edinburgh , but never a fixed stop, never, it's fate to come across it, the car is full of lights, it looks like it's full, it's silent when you walk in, it's painted as black as a chimney, every inch is black However, the inside of the car is another world, with a gorgeous banquet hall and library, a blood-red carpet on the floor of the car, silver mirrors everywhere, and magnificent candlelight, but nothing can be illuminated. Shadows... except for their servants... Those distinguished guests will never leave any shadow traces on the wall. Wherever they pass, there is nothing on the wall. They are pale, and they are always smiling, just like there are endless jokes in the world. They are not dead, not living corpses, nor ghosts, they are vampires who are burdened with crime." When John Watson said here, Showing a very charming smile.

Someone trembled, and the bar was suddenly silent.

One of the thin, short men turned his head and looked at John Watson's seat. The light from the bar fell on his hair and shoulders, but there was no black shadow flowing under his chair. John Watson jumped Stepping off the high stool, with a graceful posture, he took out the wine money and tip and pushed them on the bar counter to the bartender.John Watson approached them.

These people yelled, took a step back with fear on their faces, and huddled together on the bar, not daring to breathe.

With panicked expressions, they watched John Watson pass them in silence, pushed open the bar door and walked out, their footsteps were so light that they couldn't hear them.

It took a long ten seconds before someone responded, "Who was that just now?"

"I don't know. That unhealthy face doesn't look like a normal person."

"Is it really a vampire? Does such a thing really exist?"

"It would be terrible if they were really vampires. They are hungry and thirsty. You know, what they drink is blood, steaming human blood."

"He doesn't look like a very evil vampire."

"His face is so pale, it's just because of anemia."

"The shadow is also a matter of the angle. The angle at which he sat down couldn't let the light show the shadow." Someone began to comfort everyone pretending to be relaxed, "Don't think about it, how could the vampire drink with us?"

"What did he just say about the train?"

"Scarlet Rebirth."

"I'm searching the Internet on my mobile phone now. The museum in Lancaster does have such an antique wreck of a train."

"Nonsense, how is it possible."

"Anyway, a lot of terrible things did happen 100 years ago. There were werewolves involved in the war."

"Why on earth is he telling us this story?"

Everyone stopped talking suddenly, someone thought for a moment, and finally said, "Is it to let us know the truth?"

"Then... he really is a vampire..."

The discussion in the bar gradually died down. This night, everyone went home very early and did not dare to linger in the dark night, for fear that some real dark night creature would drag them into the mist, and then they would never come back again. Bring them back to the real world.

The laws of the United Kingdom have been changed, the royal family has transferred some powers, the people have elected a new prime minister, technology has become more developed, and transportation has become more convenient. John Watson's clinic didn't make much money, but he never lacked money.

Later, when John Watson recalled the past, it took a long time to remember it. It was too long, but whenever he thought of the death of his family, his heart was always hurt. He didn't know his sister's death. Whereabouts, if Harriet also died, then he would be the only one left in the Watson family.

He rarely mentioned the war, and Sherlock was unwilling to talk about his experiences during the war. Every time they talked about the past, they always deliberately avoided the war, and they didn't have much patience for the details of the massacres again and again.

"It was just a war," John Watson often used to deflect the subject, "and we won. But now that the war is over, I don't see why history textbooks talk about it endlessly, as if it was anything worthwhile." Something to be proud of. History has only hastily recorded part of the truth, deliberately not including vampires and werewolves in history, it is the church who is deliberately obliterating our existence, as if our existence would threaten their beliefs."

Sherlock replied casually at the dinner table, "John, we are creatures that are not recognized by the light and the gods, so just accept your fate."

"I don't care if I'm not recognized, hum." John Watson said angrily on the sofa.

"Don't pretend, John, you want to be recognized by humans, because humans used to be your kind. If even they deny your existence, you will be depressed when you drink. Otherwise, why would you hint at you intentionally or unintentionally in a small bar? status? Don’t do it again, it will attract vampire hunters.”

"Since humans don't believe in vampires, how can there be vampire hunters?"

"It's not what you think." Sherlock put down the rotating microscope in his hand, turned his head, and stared at him seriously. "Everyone in this world will forget us, but vampire hunters will never."

Sherlock was right. After peace came, the vampires disappeared as in ancient times. John Watson couldn't think of anything that could scare vampires more than vampire hunters.

It is even more difficult for modern vampires to survive in the metropolis. Just like John Watson and Sherlock, they somehow have to abide by many laws and regulations that did not exist before. Their identities also need to be registered, and they have to go through all kinds of red tape to get an apartment.

Sherlock has prepared a lot of passports for emergencies. After all, sometimes private jets will be intercepted. It is inevitable that vampire hunters will not be lurking in them. They are no longer as stupid as usual. Now the hunter organization has learned how to Dodge the vampire's hypnotic fields with scientific instruments.The more advanced the technology, the harder it is for a vampire hunter.

Vampires seem to have disappeared from this world. They all hide in the corners of the city and live an ordinary daily life. They occasionally come out to hunt and kill humans, and then pretend to be serial killers to commit crimes or something.

He and Sherlock sat in the restaurant for dinner, Sherlock sat calmly across the table, sipped a glass of red wine, read a newspaper report about a serial killer, he snorted and said, "These policemen can't find them." The murderer. Kindred don't leave fingerprints."

The waiter served the roast duck and the freshly baked bread. John Watson reached out to pick up a large piece of fresh hot bread on the plate, spread butter on it, stuffed it into his mouth and replied vaguely: "Shall we go find him tonight?"

Sherlock nodded, "Let him taste the power of my medicinal wine."

"Yes, let him have a taste." John Watson vigorously waved the small fork on the chair.

At this time, the neighboring table was whispering about the war related to werewolves. The voices of these people were very low, but the keen hearing of Sherlock and John Watson still caught it. The war 100 years ago was distorted by the dust of history. There is a bizarre fairy tale about it. At that time, in order to keep the secret of their domesticated werewolf killers, the German army burned all the materials when they surrendered. No one knew the whereabouts of the werewolves. The werewolves were massacred, and the corpses were burned to ashes. Some people said that the German army still kept the werewolves in a certain isolated island prison, and they were undergoing biological genetic modification, brewing for the next war.

But no matter what kind of statement, modern young people can't completely believe that the battle between werewolves and humans 100 years ago was real.

John Watson and Sherlock sighed at each other at the table and smiled.

Sherlock is now a wine merchant. As John Watson wished, his medicinal wine is sold in various department stores. A large number of people stay away from this unpalatable wine. The strange thing is , but there are a small number of people who love this kind of wine very much, and they come to buy it almost every day. The salesperson and cashier have noticed that almost all the people who buy this weird and unpleasant medicinal wine have fair and handsome hair. face.

Many blood races understood the importance of their coexistence with humans in the previous war. Some blood races came to buy wine from Sherlock on their own initiative, and Sherlock's business and his dreams began to become clear.Once the vampires can freely suppress their blood desires, they will get more freedom and understanding.

They began to really enjoy the fun of eternal life, and Sherlock was tired of wandering. Sherlock is 310 years old this year, and John Watson is also a recognized adult blood family. He is 160 years old. Sherlock has been wandering for too long. Now he can finally settle down in London with his John with peace of mind.

John Watson continued to run his practice, taking a couple of bags of blood now and then to ease his stomach ache.

Sherlock worked very hard to improve the medicinal wine. He stayed in the laboratory of the Barts Medical College all night. The side effects of the exchange are eliminated by him.Now, no matter how much medicinal wine Sherlock drank, the blood desire in his body would not accumulate and increase.He believed that maybe in a few more centuries, he could perfect the formula of medicinal wine, so that the converted blood race would no longer need to rely on human blood for moisture before eating.

Vampires will one day become indistinguishable from human beings and live on an equal footing, and will no longer be regarded as a sinful monster, expelled and hunted down on the earth.

John Watson recently invited Sherlock to watch a vampire movie together. Sherlock likes the dark environment in the movie theater very much, but he can't compliment the plot of the movie. He almost chattered in the movie theater. The accusations go on and on, affecting others, until John Watson gags him with popcorn to shut him up.

Both of them felt amused when they walked out of the movie theater. The vampire was completely doctored by the movie into another version of the monster, which had been misunderstood beyond recognition.

On a full moon night, John Watson sat in the park