Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Part8

During the day, Sherlock became alone, and in Lestrade's eyes, he seemed extraordinarily lonely. Sherlock wandered around the scene of the murder holding a lone magnifying glass. Lestrade, wearing a blue anti-bacterial suit, stood beside him.

"I am not used to it, Holmes."

"Huh?" Sherlock answered him absent-mindedly.

"It feels very asymmetrical without John Watson by your side."

"Symmetry?" Sherlock stood up straight and looked at the sheriff. "I'm not used to him not being by my side to assist me, but he's sick and needs to recuperate in the apartment."

"When I passed by Baker Street last night, I saw you sitting in a restaurant talking and laughing. I think he deliberately didn't want to come out to meet people. What is he hiding? The case in the abandoned factory last time ended without a problem, Who kidnapped him? I watched you send the doctor to the hospital, but he was discharged in less than 3 hours, and none of you gave a reasonable explanation. What happened in the middle? He needs to come to the police/police station Make a record, I'm still thinking about it."

Sherlock interrupted him: "Don't count on it, Lestrade, he doesn't remember anything about the case, nor what the prisoner looked like."

Lestrade stared at him with strong doubts. Sherlock knew that the sheriff had a lot of doubts and guesses about his John, but since the victim himself was unwilling to stand up and state the case, the police/police also helpless.

The kidnapper has disappeared, no one knows the whereabouts of the kidnapper, and no one knows whether he is dead or alive. Sherlock has nothing to lose, and no other accomplices come to blackmail him. The victim, John Watson, hides in the apartment all day long and refuses to show up. This is nothing.

The sunset is the happiest moment for Sherlock, because only at the beginning of the night can he see John Watson. He once inadvertently broke into the room and woke up the sleeping John Watson. It was so thrilling that he almost tore him apart. The rotten throat was killed on the spot, and finally John Watson took a sip from him, and then fell asleep peacefully again, without even snoring.

Sherlock noticed that it was because John Watson's breathing was so slow that he slept like a living corpse in a coffin, unable to make a sound in the pillow.

From this, Sherlock infers the vampire's work and rest rules, and the sleeping vampire must not bear any disturbance, otherwise it will lose its mind and attack people indiscriminately.

Sherlock also discovered that the morning is the time when vampires desperately need sleep. At dawn, John Watson will be trapped in a tired state and cannot escape. Any/light may trigger his violent temper and he must sleep To make him feel less uncomfortable.

In the evening, John Watson will wake up naturally, just like he can sense the changes in the light of the outside world in his sleep. When encountering a rainy day, John Watson will spend longer in the dim daytime. , in short, the weaker the light, the better John Watson's spirit.

Moreover, John Watson became less fond of contacting the outside world. He no longer wanted to go out alone, and gradually lost his interest in going for a walk in the park, because he became...somewhat conspicuous, and he would always be stared at when he went out. watch.

His eyes can't be taken away, and his eyes are full of hope, and his appearance has become more handsome than usual, and he is not easy to find. John Watson also complained that crowded places are very noisy. Whether he likes it or not, all kinds of voices will Into his ears, so, at night, he wakes up in 221B and waits for Sherlock to come home, like a quiet puppy.

As soon as Sherlock came home, John Watson couldn't help jumping on him to suck blood. Of course, John Watson was trying to reduce the number and amount of sipping Sherlock as much as possible. He was learning to adapt to the lifeless blood in the blood bag. The frozen blood stored in a transparent plastic bag can hardly make him feel full.

John Watson is often troubled by this, and he refuses to sneak into other people's homes to lure those innocent citizens, using his cunning hypnotic skills to seek other people's blood is very despicable and low-spirited in John Watson's eyes, except for Sherlock's He didn't want to touch anyone's blood, and he repeated to Sherlock again and again that he would kill Sherlock sooner or later.

But Sherlock is still willing to dedicate the delicious spring of life to him without any complaints.

John Watson would occasionally bring up the topic of sunshine, and every time he brought it up, Sherlock would be very angry. He forbade John Watson to be so pessimistic, and he didn't allow John Watson to have any thoughts of world-weariness. He thought that since John Watson's character If there is perseverance, then you should use this rare perseverance to support it to the end.

With his encouragement and support, John Watson struggled for half a year. When the night came, it was the catastrophic moment for John Watson to be tested.

When the hunger and thirst flared up, he was in such pain that he would rather die than live. Although the process of using Sherlock to relieve his hunger and thirst was very pleasant, it always made him sad to see Sherlock's weak and bleeding face afterwards.

This day is different, this day Sherlock brings back good news that makes him happy.

To announce the news, they would have to go to the British Library to find a vampire hunter, a hunter they both knew, Abraham with glasses.

Abraham's attire tonight is particularly special. He is wearing a white coat, and he pretends to have a stethoscope hanging around his neck. He is holding the stethoscope around, "In fact, this stethoscope thing is not needed during the blood exchange." He said amazingly , John Watson heard that his eyeballs almost fell out.

"What? Blood exchange?" John Watson was unprepared to hear the good news, and he was elated, like a person who forgot his birthday suddenly saw a cake pushed in front of him from the corner of the room.

"Yes, Dr. Watson, it is a coincidence that I came across a strange alchemy instrument in this library a few months ago. It took too long to operate the instrument, and now I fully understand its operation skills. In order to study the instructions, I read countless alchemy dictionaries and medical materials. It's cumbersome. All in all, what I'm going to say next is the key point. I learned how to use this amazing instrument. Moreover, I can use this instrument to perform a whole-body blood exchange for you. Of course, the process must be more complicated than what I said , but I have mastered all the steps proficiently, and I can guarantee that this blood exchange will be foolproof. I will perform the blood exchange operation for you, and you will be suspended animation in the final stage of the operation, but when you wake up, everything will recover As is."

"Return to the original? Are you serious? I will become the same living person as before?" John Watson asked in disbelief.

Abraham patted his chest and promised: "You will turn back into a human being, there will be absolutely no difference."

John Watson's eyes sparkled, he looked up at Sherlock, and then smiled comfortably: "Ah, why not do it, Sherlock?"

Sherlock frowned, and suddenly looked at the bookshelf behind him, his wise eyes seemed to be searching for some suspicious traces in the shadows.

"What's the matter, Sherlock? What's there?" John Watson glanced in the direction where his eyes fell. His night vision ability is very good, and he can see the darkness in the distance clearly, but John Watson As far as the eye can see, there is nothing in the shadows.

Sherlock looked away, shook his head at John Watson and said, "I feel like I'm being watched."

Abraham stared wide-eyed, "There is no surveillance camera installed in this antique library."

Sherlock said: "It's not something like a camera, I think someone is watching us from the dark."

"Enough is enough, don't tell ghost stories, Holmes, there is not much time, the transfusion operation takes 7 hours in total, and the library will open very early, you know that, we have to start as soon as possible, what about the equipment? It's ready, you can wait outside, or you can stay and be my assistant."

John Watson pretended to be relaxed and smiled, "He is a qualified nurse, trust me."

Abraham laughed too.

Of course, Sherlock also hoped to stay, but at this moment he couldn't relax.

Among the 3 people, only Sherlock is tense, and he has been haunted by some kind of uncomfortable feeling. He thinks the whole incident is very weird, starting from the moment John Watson walked out of the abandoned factory , There is always a lingering sense of weirdness in his heart, this feeling of incongruity has been entrenched in his heart for a long time, and Sherlock can't calm down and think.

He felt that someone was arranging all this behind the scenes, and things seemed to be going step by step. Ever since John Watson's accident, Sherlock had maintained a high degree of suspicion every day, and he was always alert to the surrounding environment, but that Sherlock is very disturbed that the people behind the scenes are not showing any signs.

Sherlock tried his best to use his temple of thinking, and practiced the scattered events into a series. Who converted John Watson in the abandoned factory, why John Watson couldn't remember the appearance of that person, and only kept and The hallucinations related to Sherlock, why did a never-before-heard instrument suddenly appear, and it took several months to decipher the manual of this complicated instrument, where did this instrument come from?Can antiques be so precise?If it is a modern equipment, it is impossible for anyone to know its existence. This is a world where knowledge and technology are shared. This is a world where it is difficult to hide personal privacy. There is such a great invention of equipment. It won't be so quiet when you come out.

Is someone deliberately arranging all this?Is there someone laying out the layout on the chessboard, pretending to be God in the shadows, using him and John Watson as pawns, and placing them on the chessboard with the planned route.

If Sherlock's speculation is correct, then the man behind the scenes must be extremely smart, just like Sherlock—no, IQ and ability are even better than Sherlock's.But Sherlock never makes unfounded guesses, and guessing without observation is the most dangerous thing.

Hearing his worried voice, John Watson raised a hand, patted his shoulder to comfort him and said, "Sherlock, don't worry, what Abraham said is the truth, he is just an instrument discovered by chance, No one behind the scenes handed it over to him, and it is true that he alone worked hard to figure out the correct steps to use the manual, don't forget, now no one can lie in front of me, he can't lie to me."

Sherlock still couldn't let go, and looked at him with a heavy heart.

Part9

The operation began, and Sherlock was helping to connect all kinds of complicated blood vessels, and the instrument that Abraham accidentally discovered was erected next to him.

This is a metal instrument that he has never seen before. Sherlock is curious about where such a strange instrument comes from. It feels like a material that he has never encountered before. The unnoticed piece of copper was deliberately scratched. The copper piece was only a tiny bit smaller than his fingernail.

What text was originally engraved on it.

Now it has been destroyed and blurred, Sherlock lowered his head to look carefully, it looks like a string of numbers representing the date, he was about to take out the magnifying glass from his pocket to find out, Abraham reminded he.

"Holmes, don't be distracted. The operation has begun."

Sherlock immediately turned his attention back to John Watson. He was lying on a long desk covered with snow-white sheets, his face looked calm, maybe he was trying to pretend to be calm. A good trick.

Abraham starts to stick needles in his arm, and Sherlock comes to assist.

One end of these needles is connected to a thin transparent tube. There are many tubes, which are located on John Watson's left and right sides respectively, and separate the venous blood from the arterial blood. A total of 20 needles were tied on the body, and all 20 hoses were uniformly connected to the mysterious machine.

The machine is cylindrical and stands firmly on the ground. It is as high as Sherlock's shoulders. The gray-silver metal surface is equipped with a barometer and a thermometer. It seems that the blood will be converted in this invisible and mysterious machine. Sherlock would love to dismantle the machine right after the surgery to study it and see how/where the blood is converted.

Abraham walked over, pressed the button on it, and the machine started quietly without any sound at all. At this moment, blood suddenly gushed/flowed from John Watson's body, and the numerous hoses located on both sides of his body were filled immediately. With bright red blood, John Watson looked like he had grown a pair of vascular wings without feathers. The scene was horrific. Sherlock was sweating nervously on his back. If someone came in to disturb him at this critical moment, everything would be in vain. Waste, and John Watson may be in danger of life.

Fortunately, it was late at night, and no one would visit the British Library in the middle of the night.

Will a vampire whose blood is drained die?Sherlock didn't have an answer in his mind, but then he thought, since bones and flesh can regenerate, it should not be difficult for John Watson to regenerate blood in his body. Thinking of this, the tension entangled in Sherlock's adrenal glands slowly eased down.

John Watson would not die so easily.

Thinking of this made him feel much more relaxed.

For the rest of the time, he stood by the table and waited. John Watson suddenly opened his eyes during the blood transfusion, as if he was looking for something he wanted to see for the last time in this world. He turned his eyes hard and fixed them on the on Sherlock.

Sherlock noticed that a gleam of light disappeared from his eyes, and the blue color on his eyeballs became normal. Before, it was full of bewitching magic power, but now the magic power receded along with his vampire blood. Become sluggish, pupil collapsed, like a dying patient.

Sherlock couldn't help holding his finger lightly, the finger was becoming stiff/up, the blood was getting less and less, and it was almost drained from John Watson's body.

"John..." Sherlock called him softly.

But John Watson could not respond to him. He closed his eyes again and lost all consciousness.

Abraham added: "Holmes... Next, he will die in suspended animation for three to five seconds. It will take half an hour for him to produce new vampire blood. Before that, the replaced human blood in the machine will return to him in time. , to prevent him from regenerating into a vampire, he will feel pain and discomfort after resurrection due to the rejection phenomenon, but I have anesthesia/narcotics and painkillers ready."

Sherlock asked, "Pain?"

Abraham looked at him quietly for a while, and then said: "I believe, with you by his side, he will get through it. Abandoning eternal life requires a price, and the doctor will understand the meaning of the pain."

Sherlock was silent, watching the blood flowing in the hose gradually dry up, and finally, not a drop of blood flowed out of John Watson's body.

Sure enough, Sherlock pinched his wrist. At this moment, he couldn't feel John Watson's pulse. John Watson had completely turned into a dead man, which made Sherlock's heart ache, but he tried hard to stabilize his emotions. Come down, it's just a suspended animation, Sherlock comforted himself and said that he tried his best to calm down the fear of losing John Watson in his heart.

Time seemed to stand still, and after a short while, the blood flowed back from the machine, and with a mysterious thrust, it moved towards John Watson in the hose, pouring into him like a red winding river.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Four seconds.

Five seconds.

Bang.

A strong pulse was throbbing under Sherlock's fingertips, filling John Watson with blood full of life force. Gradually, half an hour later, Sherlock held his palm and felt sweat dripping from it. Yes, Sherlock smiled, and John Watson's body temperature came back.

Part10

Twelve hours have passed, and Sherlock is sitting on the edge of the bed in his room in the apartment of 12B, sweating all over, his curly hair sticking to his forehead, looking very haggard, he has forgotten how long he has not eaten , he has neither the time nor the mood to think about these superfluous things.

John Watson finally woke up again—this was the third time he passed out after being tortured by severe pain. It was obviously his own blood, but after the transformation, it was so disobedient in his body.

Sherlock sat on the mattress, hugged him quietly, and whispered in his ear: "Do you still need painkillers?"

John Watson tugged at his collar and shook his head to express that he didn't want to take any more drugs. He said hoarsely, "Sherlock? You've been here all this time?"

Sherlock said, "Yes, John, I have always been."

"That's good..." John Watson was resting in his arms with a calm expression on his face. Although there was painful sweat, the sweat was slowly cooling down.The pain would strike every 2 hours, creating spasms/convulsions, and John Watson conquered the bursts of pain with amazing willpower. Sherlock really wanted to share some of it for him, but he couldn't do anything.

This helplessness frustrated Sherlock, who could only hug John Watson for a long time and say some beautiful and touching words to him.

"I want to be with you forever, John, until the end of your life and mine."

John Watson smiled bitterly, "Ah, then I have something to worry about. It's terrible to spend my whole life with you, a troublemaker."

Sherlock also smiled: "Better than your little girlfriends, they can't give you a colorful life."

John Watson looked up at him, as if he wanted to find something in Sherlock's eyes. Sherlock asked him suspiciously, "What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at the person I want to see most in this world." John Watson said softly, and Sherlock was suddenly deeply moved. He felt something warm covering him, making him tremble all over, making him Feel suffocated.

Sherlock kissed his dry lips deeply, and if he could, he would spend his whole life kissing John Watson.

At last the last uproar had been experienced, and it was already the next day, the sky was getting brighter, the beautiful sun was flooding the earth, the streets were shining, the curtains were drawn, and John Watson was in the wonderful air and charming light Sighing in relief, the sheets under him were wet with sweat, Sherlock leaned over, and imprinted a kiss on his forehead, "John." He whispered.

John Watson nodded wearily, and managed to respond to him: "I'm much better, but I'm a little thirsty."

Sherlock's heart skipped a beat.

John Watson forced a smile, "I'm really thirsty, just give me a glass of water."

Sherlock went out, and soon he came back with a glass of water, watched John Watson drink it, John Watson, who turned back into a human, had unimaginably high temperatures on his hands, and his face would become wet due to the rise in body temperature /Red, Sherlock felt relieved when he saw the familiar John Watson come back.

Now, they can go out together in the daytime, and enjoy the scenery along the Th/ames in the sun. John Watson has become free/free. Although he lost his precious eternal life, he lived a happier life No longer was he a monster living in a ditch, and he no longer had to drink blood from Sherlock against his conscience.

Three months later, John Watson turned into a vampire as if it had never happened.

The blood hole on Sherlock's neck has also healed, leaving only a faint scar. On the one hand, he feels relieved that his inner voice is no longer exposed. Describe the "teacher."

Who gave him his first embrace?

Sherlock was still thinking about this difficult question.

John Watson said he couldn't remember, and only the image of Sherlock was in his mind at the time.

Sherlock couldn't let it go, he searched hard for the missing kidnapper in all aspects, but he couldn't find a trace, the kidnapper of John Watson and the drinker of John Watson were two different people, if It is said that the kidnapper is dead, but even the body cannot be found. It must be unusual for someone who can hide the body so secretly.

Sherlock got stuck on a puzzle and couldn't make any further progress.

Moreover, what Sherlock couldn't let go of was the mysterious instrument, which was stolen after it was used once. Standing in the library room of the British Library, Sherlock almost turned over the floor tiles one by one. Suspicious fingerprints, no suspicious footprints, the skylight has been opened once, but there are no traces of ropes and ladders, such a high skylight, it is impossible for normal people to enter and exit without borrowing any tools.Sherlock has a list in his mind, and he thinks it is the hateful vampire who "first embraced" John Watson, but Sherlock can't catch the real culprit.

Even the vampire hunter Abraham was helpless, and Sherlock was so angry and decadent that he almost demolished the apartment. Fortunately, John Watson was by his side to stabilize him, and the peace and tranquility of Baker Street was preserved.

One night, in order to obtain a new soil test data, Sherlock stayed in the outskirts of London until dark. It was already 11 o'clock in the night, and Sherlock still didn't feel tired. He was running around in the woods, and the branches disturbed him. s hair.He has been turning his attention to experiments recently, and this is the only way he can get rid of the restlessness in his heart.

The full moon hangs high, sneaking in the thick dark clouds. Suddenly, Sherlock feels the wind around him, and his back is chilly. The silver moon's brilliance is entangled in the bushes, and the night wind exudes the fragrance of wild flowers. Everything is silent. The atmosphere was gloomy, and a figure stood on the top of a tall tree. Sherlock stopped, stood where he was, and looked up at the figure.

The figure of the man on the tree was elevated, the leaves surrounded his cheeks, his thick hair curled in the wind, he was also wearing a long windbreaker, the hem of the clothes was plated with silver light, under the moonlight, the outline of the backlit face could not be seen clearly, There is a kind of arrogance in his temperament, the arrogance of the vicissitudes of life, Sherlock does not know why there is a feeling of spiritual connection, Sherlock feels that he is a very old elder, who has lived in the world for a long, long time , but there is not a single white strand in his black hair, he looks so young and full of vigor and vitality.

The bright light of the moon penetrated the thick dark clouds and shone on the man's features, and Sherlock finally saw his true face.

For a moment, Sherlock instantly understood who this person was.

All the messy/chaotic clues are connected into a complete story at this moment, and Sherlock suddenly realized that he knew why John Watson became a vampire.

He also understood the origin of the machine that Abraham discovered by accident, the scratches on the copper plate, the weird feeling of being stolen/peeped in the library, the kidnapper who disappeared, the theft without footsteps, everything was obtained at this moment answer.

The horrific truth came so suddenly and violently, knocking on Sherlock's temple, that it all started because of this mysterious man in the treetops, and he caused it all.

This is a conspiracy!A huge conspiracy!Terrible conspiracy!Sherlock felt that his heart was going to stop during the time when the truth struck, he was never afraid, but at this moment he was terrified, he had already realized how his fate would end, he had already learned this The ending of the story, the ending made him tremble with fear, and Sherlock couldn't help taking a step back.

The familiar voice from the top of the tree slapped his ear, "Don't go, Sherlock, don't be afraid, you know me, and I know you, it seems that you also know the cause and effect, it's my face that told you , you are too smart, I don’t have to bother to explain to you at all, please understand that once you turn around, all this hard work and my long waiting will be in vain, and you don’t want John to be ruined, do you?”

"No, you're not just here to snatch John from me," Sherlock clenched his fists. "I understand your purpose. You're here to snatch my life. That's your ultimate goal."

The voice on the tree was melancholy, deep, and melancholy, as if piercing from the depths of countless times, he was like a god of death in Sherlock's eyes, "You are right, you have to die, there is only one thing between you and me. Live the next one, ah, poor Sherlock." As he spoke, his gleaming nails fluttered in the air, and his figure floated down, Sherlock immediately turned around and ran wildly among the fallen leaves, his scarf fell on the muddy ground, his heart was strongly calling John Watson's name.

He doesn't want to be killed by this person who is closely related to him!He doesn't want to be separated from John Watson forever!he does not want!

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