Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Part11

Sherlock didn't come home until three o'clock in the morning. He pushed open the door in embarrassment, with a very tired expression on his face, his hair was messy, and dried blood remained under his nails.

John Watson quickly jumped down from the stairs and threw himself into his dirty arms, "My God, what happened to you?"

Sherlock also hugged him tightly, as if he had never hugged him before in this life. Sherlock hugged him vigorously and turned around in front of the entrance. Looking at John Watson intently, as if he couldn't get enough of it, time froze at this moment.

Sherlock lowered his head and took/covered him with his lips, John Watson's soft and hot lips almost melted him.

"I'm asking you something!" John Watson was breathless after being kissed, and twisted the corner of Sherlock's cold mouth.

Then he stiffened.

"...God..." John Watson covered his mouth and struggled out of his arms.

Sherlock licked his lips, revealing two penetrating fangs, "Sorry, John, I... can't run fast enough."

"What? Damn it! What the hell is this? How did you turn into a vampire?"

"I met the vampire who embraced you in the woods for the first time. He came to the door. He chased me like crazy, as if I was the person he hated the most in his life, and I was an ordinary person. Humans can never outrun a vampire, he caught me and finally converted me." Sherlock took a step closer to John Watson, "John...I won't hurt you."

John Watson huddled against the wall, avoiding him, his questioning eyes swept across Sherlock's face, and Sherlock knew that he had been hit, very hard.

"Let's go find Abraham! He has a way to get you back!"

Sherlock shook his head and said, "Abraham is dead, he was killed by that vampire, and that instrument is long gone."

John Watson looked at him in disbelief, Sherlock heard his violent heartbeat, then, John Watson walked up to Sherlock innocently and slowly, stretched out his arms and hugged him Just like Sherlock accepted his identity as a vampire before, he said calmly: "Go to sleep first, Sherlock, let us settle this matter slowly, you have experienced such a thrilling night, surely You're exhausted and it's almost dawn, and you need sleep."

Sherlock sniffed his hair deeply, and the smell of John Watson made him feel at ease, his cheek pressed against John Watson's cheek, looking lingering and reluctant: "Okay, John, sorry Yes, you won't be in the same room as me tonight."

Part12

Sherlock's immortality and immortality are very convenient for his adventurous work, but there is also a trouble, he can't do anything during the day.

For a while Lestrade thought he was retiring, for he was invisible all day and only in the dead of night.

At the beginning, John Watson tried every means to find a way to turn the vampire back into a human being. He always held a dictionary of alchemy that he could not understand at all and asked this and that in front of Sherlock. Sherlock was impressed by his innocence. I was moved and thought he was very cute, but unfortunately alchemy can't really transform a vampire, the missing instrument is a necessary tool.

Sherlock didn't seem to care much about his vampire status. Over time, John Watson also gave up. First, Sherlock's self-control is really good, which is better than his anyway, and Sherlock doesn't know where he got the alchemy. He used the magic formula to make a kind of medicinal wine that suppresses blood desire. After drinking this medicinal wine, Sherlock is simply a god of reason and never has bloodthirsty desire/desire.

There is also the most important reason, no matter how you look at it, Sherlock enjoys his eternal life.Sherlock is very adaptable to his vampire routine and diet. He looks like he has passed through tens of thousands of years, and he seems to be handy. When he gets up from the bed at night, he will eat a lot of blood steak, and occasionally there will be some blood in his cup. John Watson was at a loss for what to do with the habit of filling his blood bag to moisten his throat.

"You look like a born vampire." John Watson sat on the sofa opposite, peering at him through the edge of the newspaper.

Sherlock smiled slightly, "I'm just adaptable."

"Since you became a vampire... you've matured. You're less irritable, and you're less likely to mess around."

Sherlock's eyes became hazy and distant, as if he was remembering something, "I used to be very childish...but it was a long time ago." When he said this, it was like saying Like a thing hundreds of years ago, he had only been a vampire for a year.

John Watson stared at him in confusion, "Sherlock? But you're only 29 years old this year."

But Sherlock's face is much younger than 29 years old, there is no wrinkle on his forehead, and his misty eyes are full of vicissitudes. He sighed softly: "Yes, John, I will always be 29 years old. .”

John Watson couldn't understand his meaningful conversation, so he didn't ask any more questions. Sherlock cleverly changed the topic to places like buying milk and bread. Milk and bread, oh, this might make John Watson talk last hour.

After living with such a well-behaved vampire for a few years, John Watson got used to it.

But Sherlock often feels sad, and his eyes often flow with very melancholy feelings, which are heavily pressed on John Watson's shoulders. John Watson often has doubts about his eyes.

"Sherlock, why are you always so sad when you look at me?"

After Sherlock was exposed, he just took it with a faint smile, "Probably because you are dating your girlfriend again." His conversation inadvertently revealed an unprecedented maturity. After becoming a vampire, Sherlock suddenly As if he had aged hundreds of years, his way of speaking became more elegant, and his personality was more stable than before.

It took John Watson a long time to adapt to his sudden mature transformation, "That's not my girlfriend, I just went to see a movie with her, not a date."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly, still smiling: "I know, John, I am the most irreplaceable person in your heart, and now you can't hide it from me."

When John Watson heard that his own voice had been cracked, he snorted depressedly, but a blushing blushed on his cheeks, "Don't be complacent, Sherlock Holmes. It's nothing special. When I want to leave you, I can leave."

"No, you can't leave me." Sherlock pulled him into his arms and melted him with a sweet kiss. John Watson didn't notice, and Sherlock frowned in this kiss.

Part13

John Watson has always been by Sherlock's side. They live in seclusion in 221B. This is very difficult, because everyone around Sherlock is getting old, but he is still young and beautiful.

He tried his best to reduce his participation in public communication activities, and gradually withdrew from the public eye. Later, he hardly went out, and completely became a hermit in the city.

Sometimes his brother came to look for him, only to see a tightly closed door of the room, John Watson could not lie in front of this omniscient government official, but Sherlock's brother just forgave quietly After leaving his brother, he sighed outside the door and said to John Watson: "Whatever my brother has become, John, I hope you will be with him."

Similarly, John Watson is also going through a link that humans must go through. He is also getting old, and the days are passing by. Before he knows it, Sherlock has been a vampire for 20 years.

And John Watson is nearly 48 years old.

Every time he stood side by side with Sherlock in the bathroom/room to wash, John Watson always covered his face with white shaving cream and screamed in the mirror, "Your face is terrible, no matter how you look, you look so young , I am like your father now."

Sherlock just smiled faintly. For some reason, his melancholy smile made John Watson feel very uncomfortable. John Watson couldn't help but hug him, "Sherlock, be happy."

"I'm very happy." Sherlock stroked his face affectionately, his fingers passed every wrinkle on his face and the fine lines around his eyes, "Today is your birthday."

"Huh..." John Watson returned his attention to the mirror, "I'm going to get cake at the goddamn seniors' club."

"48 years old is not considered an old man, 48 years old is just a drop in the long river of life."

John Watson turned his head and looked at him, "Don't say such strange words, I don't understand, Sherlock, you have only been a vampire for 20 years, why does it sound like you have lived for hundreds of years."

Sherlock walked behind him, leaning against the door frame of the bathroom/room, avoiding this topic, he murmured: "I just feel it. By the way, John, please bring a gun when you go out." Sherlock is like a Prophet of the Unknown Prophet.

"Why? I'm just going to get a stupid cake. Is the cake going to jump out of the box and attack me?"

Sherlock said: "In any case, please bring your gun. I have no other requirements. You must listen to me on this point. You must be more vigilant today."

"Oh, God, what's going to happen to me?" John Watson turned his head and stared at him stupidly, terrified by him.

"It's all right," Sherlock said with a smile, "Your fortune is shining, and you will surely turn bad luck into good luck."

On this day, John Watson's revolver/gun really came in handy. He was robbed while buying oranges in a convenience store. A masked gangster rushed in with an automatic pistol/gun Facing the face of the shopkeeper, he seemed to be in a very unstable mood. His fingers rested on the hand/gun wrench tremblingly, and the gun/gun might go off at any time. The situation was extremely critical.

John Watson, like other customers, was threatened by the gangsters with his hands behind his head and lying on the floor, John Watson thought to himself, damn Sherlock Holmes, he is so accurate, when will the deductive method be so good that it can be used? To predict the future?All in all, John Watson finally stepped forward to save the shopkeeper. Before the police came, he had already handed over the gangster's automatic pistol and knocked him unconscious with a coconut shell. A paper bag of oranges and a cake home.

As soon as he entered the house, Sherlock said, "Don't question me, John."

John Watson said: "You have eavesdropped on me again, Sherlock, I don't believe you have deduced this. Please tell me, how did you know my future? You seem to have seen it with your own eyes. Witness every step I will take in the future. In 20/years, this is not the first time you have predicted my life. After becoming a vampire, can I still see the next second?"

Sherlock was quiet for a while, and it took a long time to answer him: "John, I won't tell you how I know, I don't want to lie to you, I can't lie to you, but this is my secret."

"I have no secrets in front of you!" John Watson put everything on the dining table and sat down in a chair, looking a little angry, "You are already a freak, and now you are getting weirder and weirder! I think I can't tell you, Sherlock, if you don't tell me clearly, I will ignore you in the future."

Sherlock looked a little serious, and he said in a low voice: "Well, John, I will tell you the truth sooner or later, I will, but not now."

"When was that! Are you going to wait until the day I die?"

"Yes, John, I'm not going to tell you until the day you die."

John Watson froze for a moment, and his face suddenly became sad, "Sherlock, what will you do if I die? I am getting old, and one day I will leave this world before you."

"It's okay, John, there's always another way we can meet again."

"Reunion?" John Watson raised his head, his eyes gleaming with bewilderment.

Sherlock raised his chin and wanted to say something, but he held back. He glanced at the cake, "It's time to make a wish again, what wish do you want to make this year?"

John Watson smiled in his palm, "Old rules, Sherlock, I want you to turn back into a human."

When Sherlock heard this, he pursed his lips tightly. He almost restrained and forced to suppress the sadness in his heart, "Change another one, John, another wish, anything else is fine except this."

John Watson hugged his waist helplessly, and put his head on his lower abdomen, "Then...promise me, after I die, you will live as long as you can."

Sherlock's eyes were clouded with tears, and his tears fell on John Watson's forehead, "Okay, John, no matter how many times you ask me, I will do it."

Part14

Many years later, it is so long that no one remembers what kind of characters Sherlock Holmes and John Watson used to be.

The land has become less, and several islands have sunk due to warming. The city has also changed its appearance. The atmosphere has turned gray. It is cloudy all year round, and smog and storms are frequent visitors. London often rains for several months Down.The old city has been submerged below the sea level, and there are no roads in the middle of the newly built city. There are only aerial cables one after another, with carriages hanging from them. These things used to be called subways, but due to the continuous rise of the sea in recent years, It is no longer possible to build any tunnels and buildings under the land.

Flying in the sky are some strange aircrafts, they shuttle in the air according to the established route, there are still traffic lights at the crossroads in the air, the traffic lights have spiral wings, and they are suspended in the air to guide the traffic.

These flying machines have replaced cars, and the places where they stop are the terrace stations and terrace squares of skyscrapers. The drivers who drive the flying machines can hardly imagine how those slow-moving cars with long wheels like snails lived hundreds of years ago. The so-called staggered movement on the road?The road is so narrow, and there are people walking beside the car, no wonder the traffic conditions were so congested and accidents happened frequently.

There is a unique genius hidden in this technologically advanced city. Yes, Sherlock Holmes has always existed, and he has outlived land and forests.

On this day, Sherlock was sitting in the aircraft, looking at the flying scenery outside the window, the light and shadow were blurry, and he couldn't see clearly at all. Ultra-modern people have no nostalgia for the scenery. If they want to witness the beautiful scenery, they can use 4D to build it in the bedroom. Out of a prehistoric Amazon tributary ecosphere, the effect of prehistoric extinct birds and beasts flying over the top of the bed is extremely realistic. People don’t need to do any long-distance travel that consumes time and energy, as long as they eat and produce in space at home. The food can personally travel to countries in various periods.

Sherlock's destination is a museum, and he is going to visit a new technology exhibition.

For the last century, he's been bored, homicides have become rarer and more recent crimes have been focused on smuggling, and Sherlock is tired of dealing with smuggling, seeing some companies start to advertise The star migration plan, the smuggling case seems to go into space, Sherlock finds this boring, and it is really meaningless to drive a spaceship to chase another spaceship full of quantum dark matter.

Moreover, Sherlock believes that the earth has always been his favorite place to live. There was an era, his favorite era, in which there were often traffic jams, and it took half a day or even several days to travel from one place to another. People in that era were simple and simple. In that era, he could still read some paper products. People’s partners were living things, such as potted plants, such as pets, such as people, but now, people and The law on the combination of robots has also been announced, and people can establish long-term relationships with machines, which makes Sherlock feel ridiculous.

How can a machine completely replace a lovely, lively person? Fortunately, he doesn't have to stay here until the end of the world/world/end and won't leave.

He was leaving, and that was today.

After getting off the aircraft, Sherlock strolled in the air plaza, which is a small metal island suspended in mid-air by magnetic force. Sherlock walked alone in the huge plaza, and none of the passers-by around him paid attention to him. Busy communicating with what is at hand.

Sherlock was no exception. He opened his palm, and a three-dimensional image immediately appeared on it. John Watson smiled warmly at him in that image, "Hey, Sherlock, good evening."

Sherlock frowned. It was obviously a fake, but it was so lifelike. The way he spoke was exactly the same as that of John Watson. In the bedroom of John Watson, he can also make a full-body image of John Watson. As long as the correct data is input, Sherlock can make him change whatever clothes Sherlock wants him to wear, just like a Barbie doll who can be tossed around.But this is the street, and Sherlock can only carry this "simple version" of John Watson out.

He looked at John Watson's three-dimensional facial features above, and said in a low voice, "Good evening, John."

"You look like you're about to do something big."

Sherlock smiled and said: "You are just a chip on my wrist, of course you know that I have important things to do today, don't pretend to be an expert in deductive methods."

John Watson puffed up his cheeks and said, "Okay, okay, you damn patient." His reactions were all created by pre-set programs. What kind of temper is John Watson? Knowing everything well, it is a trivial matter to input all his details into the program, and then install it on the chip as a mobile electronic pet.

John Watson said again: "But you have never been interested in science and technology exhibitions. I am hungry. Why don't you take me to a restaurant for dinner? The boss will definitely give us candles."

Sherlock sighed for a long time, this setting is too old, Sherlock has not modified it, but now there is no such thing as a restaurant, since people can build rivers and crocodiles in a small space, So if you want a restaurant with a variety of styles, you don’t need to go out at all. Besides, does this three-dimensional image made by the machine really know what it means to be "hungry"?

But Sherlock still said very friendly: "Not tonight, John, you know I have something to do tonight." He couldn't say cruel words to John Watson's face.

"Is the science and technology exhibition really that important?" John Watson asked with his head tilted. When he asked questions, his eyebrows would always be raised, like a little fool who didn't know anything.

Sherlock nodded back to him, as if he were dealing with a real living creature, and said to John Watson: "I want to see you, John, and I have to go there if I want to see you."

"But I've been here all along."

"No, I mean, really you."

"But I'm real." These are the lines compiled by the program's self-healing system. For example, when the weather is cold, John Watson will shiver and hug his body in his hands and say, Sherlock, I am cold. For example, if it rains, John Watson will get wet and complain that he did not watch The weather forecast went out, and Sherlock refused to shut up until he held up an umbrella for him.

All these illusions are very real. No wonder some people fall in love with machines, because they will be deceived by such small things if they are not careful.

Sherlock didn't say anything more, he tightened his palms before entering the museum, John Watson disappeared all of a sudden, Sherlock snorted coldly, a fake is always a fake, the real John Watson is not He will hold it in his hand so honestly and hold it back.

The museum is very large, but most of the people gathered around a new type of instrument. It was a new invention that was just released today, which caused a world-shaking public opinion in the world. Many remote-controlled cameras surrounded the instrument, and some Human beings who are very interested in technology also came out of the small space one after another, wanting to touch this instrument with their own hands.

This further illustrates the allure of real items, only the real is the most touching.

Sherlock did come here for it, but Sherlock was not in a hurry to surround him in the lively direction at the moment. He walked to a place where no one was there, and disappeared in a flash. His footsteps were very light, and there was no shadow. Quick to move, he can cut through crowds in the blink of an eye.

He cracked the anti-theft code in the basement, as proficient as entering his bedroom, he could bypass those monitors with his eyes closed, and sneaked into the safe without a sound.

Sherlock walked into the mercury-colored airtight space and looked at the transfusion device in front of him in a glass box. It had been abandoned, and the glass box had a "waste product" mark on it.

Sherlock has always been thinking about it. It was invented 300 years ago, and now it has become an antique that no one wants. It can convert the blood of animals into human blood, and it can also convert the blood of plants. Adult human blood, but now humans can no longer use it, human attention has shifted to the direction of space migration, they are tired of the earth, and can't wait to leave this place with severe pollution and harsh climate, medical research is in the This era is the most useless academic.

But Sherlock loves this instrument deeply, and in order to use it, Sherlock waited until today, 300 years later.

Sherlock sat cross-legged and waited for hours, waiting for the museum to close.

He passed the time with the "John Watson Program" in his hand, chatting with this stereo imaging gadget. Although this John Watson is fictional, its reaction is no different from the original owner The difference, Sherlock likes it very much, it can relieve Sherlock's lovesickness a little bit.

At 12 o'clock, the entire museum was dark, and all the anti-theft systems were lit with green lights, but for Sherlock, it was easy to disable them.

Sherlock used the elevator to bring the blood-exchanging device to the hall. There are wheels under the glass box, and its progress can be controlled by voice control. This blood-changing device was originally entered into the vault through this elevator. It is very difficult to take it out. easy.

Sherlock let it follow behind, and slowly came to the most popular exhibit today.

Sherlock raised his head and looked at this new technology that was too large. Its birth shocked people all over the earth. Because it was created, all impossible things will be turned around. Of course, it also involves laws and regulations. On the moral level, there must be countless human beings who want to use it to do bad things, and the chaos it caused in the universe must be as much as the benefits it created.

A time machine.

The only and first time machine in the world.

In order to strictly protect this machine, it is surrounded by lasers that can cut people into pieces. Even a single hair can touch these lasers, and then all the entrances and exits will be locked in a second, and Sherlock will be trapped. In the museum until he was arrested, at dawn, before he could be transferred to the court for trial, he would be reduced to ashes in the unobstructed sunlight.

Sherlock cut off the lasers, and he had already memorized the code by heart. He moved the instrument and himself into the time machine, and all the actions were completed smoothly—as if he had rehearsed hundreds of times.

The so-called time machine is like a giant capsule, and the space inside is not very spacious. Sherlock and the blood exchange device around him are squeezed together, which seems a bit crowded. He took a deep breath, stood in a completely enclosed space, and exuded the air above his head. With red light, he raised his hand and pressed the time setting dial without hesitation, 2012.

The author has something to say:

This is the first time the author tried to write science fiction, and then found that science fiction is the most difficult

It is almost impossible to wear flawlessly through time travel

It means that I really want a "John Watson program"...

The last article will be updated tomorrow