Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

In the sweltering carriage, growing up so big, John Watson has never felt angry and helpless like this moment. He has been awake for more than ten minutes, and part of his mind is in a daze, and the rest is more partly affected by that memorable kiss. occupy.He sat up from the bed. This small room was very narrow and long, and it seemed to be converted from a carriage. There was a low cabinet fixed beside the bed frame. On it was an ancient and luxurious candelabra, burning a dim fire. This candlestick was Made of brilliant red glass, its color adds a deep red like dried blood to the room full of decay and mustiness. It is full of dust and gives John Watson the feeling that it has never been seen before. lit.

The light outside the window could not penetrate the thick black linen curtains, and the room was enveloped by candlelight. John Watson rubbed his temples in distress. All the clothes on his body were in place, and even the shoes on his feet were safe and sound. John Watson got out of bed, moved against the wall, and opened the carriage door. Greg Lestrade, the purser, seemed to have been guarding the door for a long time, just waiting for him to come out.

Lestrade took off his austere uniform and wore a relaxed cotton white shirt and black cotton trousers. His jet-black short hair shone with luster, and he wore beautiful buttoned overshoes with gold rims on them. The ordinary crutch happened to be the one that John Watson never forgot.

"It fell at the door of the carriage, and I picked it up." Lestrade returned the crutch to him.

John Watson put it on the ground. His leg has been disabled since he was born. This lame leg has followed John Watson for 22 years. It not only brings him ridicule, but also carries it with him wherever he goes With a cane, he relied on this cane, this walnut cane was so faithful and reliable that John Watson could justly refuse anyone's sympathetic support.

Lestrade led him to the dining car, which was the car where he had dinner with Sherlock Holmes. John Watson gently opened the heavy ink-like curtain with his fingers, and looked outside. The train stopped at a secret place. In the shade, the wheels stood quietly without starting, "It's dawn." John Watson said, pulling the curtains aside to let the light in. His actions caused trouble to Lestrade behind him.

But Lestrade quickly adapted to the bright daylight. He squinted his eyes and sat in the seat by the window. "Yes, it's 10 am. It's just a tunnel outside, and there's no good view."

The car was still dead silent, as if there was no one there, only a waiter waited at the door of the car, bringing up the delicious meals cooked in the kitchen and putting them on the table, Lestrade opened the brandy bottle, "Use this Refresh yourself, Doctor."

John Watson regained his senses from the window, and inadvertently glanced at two conspicuous blood holes under Lestrade's collar. The two small blood holes on the carotid artery had solidified and dried out, and did not ooze out. Blood came out, and the sudden appearance on Lestrade's skin was extraordinarily oozing.

John Watson couldn't get his mind back from the bloody hole.

Lestrade finally noticed where his gaze rested, and raised his hand to hide it uncomfortably. He turned up his collar, but it didn't help. John Watson could see it clearly.

"Are you hurt?" John Watson asked him.

Lestrade swallowed the brandy down his throat and ate his breakfast with a knife and fork. "It's nothing serious."

"Is it those two people who hurt you last night?"

"It's not them, you don't need to worry about my affairs." Lestrade put down the fork, and touched the wound lightly again, there seemed to be some pain hovering over it, making him frown, "What happened last night That's it for now, Sherlock's done."

John Watson just stared at Lestrade for a long, long time before letting go, "Is he all right?"

"He is sleeping."

"Is he injured?"

Lestrade's face looked like a dead man, pale and pale, as if he had experienced a terrible experience last night, but it was a bit like anemia, he sighed tiredly, continued to eat and chew, and he broke down all the bacon into pieces The edge of the plate, and then layered up and swallowed in one big mouthful, each mouthful of meat was paired with a generous mouthful of wine, "It's hurt, but he will be fine, and Mycroft will be fine, wake up tonight It'll be fine after that."

John Watson waited silently for him to speak.

"Your concern, John Watson, is yourself. Do you know where you are? You're in Edinburgh, a long way from London. I can't believe we've escaped another train, safe. I stop here, I understand people like you, who are full of curiosity about unknown things, want to get to the bottom of things, want to know people and things that you have never had the opportunity to touch," Lestrade stared at him, " I now know that you are a very brave person. Even if you are afraid, you will continue to move forward. I can’t persuade you. I understand that Holmes are very attractive. No matter whether they are elder brothers or younger brothers, they have a unique allure. It was born, and it wasn't something they did on purpose. You were stuck in it for a while and couldn't extricate yourself. I understand you, because I used to be like this. Ten years ago, I was a family with those two gunmen on horseback. I I was also responsible for chasing and killing the Sherlock Holmes brothers. Damn it, I regret when I think of those years. I was very ignorant and caused them a lot of harm, but they let me go one after another, so now I am willing to do it for them both. effective."

"I don't care if you think I want to know about this train just out of curiosity," said John Watson, looking at the brandy in his glass, which he didn't want to drink. "I just feel a strong dream from this train, I don't know what this feeling is, where it comes from, but I want to know it for myself, understand what's on the back of this train, it's not running around on the tracks, is it, Ray Mr. Strade? It has a purpose, a mission, a wish, a wish that Sherlock Holmes is trying to achieve. I see no bad feelings in his eyes. There is no evil in him. He is not a bad person. What exactly is your wish?"

Lestrade shook his head, "I'm afraid I can't tell you, unless you ask him personally, and he is willing to tell you personally, otherwise I will not reveal a word, we do not trust new outsiders."

He looked at John Watson's untouched dinner plate and swallowed the last bite of meat. The food made his face look better and he regained his strength. He took the napkin and wiped his mouth, and led John Watson to a room. In the large suite with comfortable equipment, this room seems to be used as a conference room, with traces of richness, John Watson frowned, smelling the smell of blood rust in the room, very strong, like an emergency room that has not been cleaned, let He feels uncomfortable.

"Sit down." Lestrade was as friendly as when he was in the cab, motioning for John Watson to sit in a large and comfortable chair.

John Watson obeyed, and Lestrade went into the inner room, and after a while brought back a small tin box, put the box on the table, and unlocked it.

"Come here," he said.

John Watson had risen and stood behind Lestrade, who lifted the lid.

"Gold coins." John Watson sighed in a low voice.

Lestrade reached out and touched the coins in front of his eyes, let them slip through his fingers, let John Watson experience the seductive touch, luster and crackling sound of this yellow metal with his eyes, he picked up a In front of John Watson, he put a gold coin into his mouth and bit it, "It's real gold." After he finished speaking, he threw the gold coin back into the box.

"A total of [-] U.S. dollars, one gold coin is worth [-] U.S. dollars." Lestrade said, "If it is not enough, I still have two of the same boxes. Our total deposits are quite impressive." Lestrade laughed, " It’s enough for you to take it back to marry a wife and have children, buy a manor to grow grapes, and raise a few dogs.”

John Watson glared at him before the golden light.

"Oh, isn't that enough?" Lestrade snatched up a handful of gold coins, let them clatter from his fingers once more, and fell back into the box, "Look, John Watson, these little things are shiny and golden, Anyone will sincerely admire the beauty of gold, you are also a mortal, you don't have to hide it in front of me, look at these gold coins, how beautiful," Lestrade continued: "so much money, if people see it, it's just for one A gold coin, those hoodlums living in the sewer will try their best to kill you, and you don't have to kill or rob to get several boxes of gold. As long as you keep this train a secret, go home, forever No longer approach the Scarlet Rebirth."

"You mean the whole box is mine?" asked John Watson softly.

"That's right." Lestrade replied straightforwardly, "Money is not important to us. If you can move it, the other two boxes will also belong to you."

"You want to use 3 boxes of gold coins to make me shut up and live in peace for the rest of my life?" John Watson said, his lips were dry, and he licked his lips nervously. Never get close to this train, and never mention it to anyone else?"

"Yes, you are very sensible." Lestrade explained his doubts calmly.

"Before that, can I see Sherlock Holmes one more time?"

"He can't see you, he needs to sleep, sorry I won't disturb him because of your request."

"Which room does he sleep in? I can find him myself."

Lestrade stubbornly refused him, "He sleeps at the back of the car, but I really can't take you to him. I don't think it's troublesome, but he doesn't like being disturbed during the day."

"Okay, then convey my farewell for me. I will accept these gold coins, and you will be at ease after accepting them. I have taken your money, and I have to keep it a secret for you no matter what." John Watson finished speaking, and Gai After putting on the box, the soft yellow light disappeared from his sight, and the room suddenly became closed and dark, "I don't need three boxes, I really can't hold them, these are enough."

"Go back to London. Get out of the carriage and go outside. Don't look back. You'll see the carriage on the road."

John Watson nodded, carrying the heavy box with one arm and leaning on a cane with the other arm, he left the meeting room, Lestrade sent him out of the car, folded his arms, and leaned on the car door to watch him leave.

John Watson stepped in the tunnel and raised his head. At the top of the tunnel, there was a group of black bats hanging upside down. The scene was as terrifying as an underground cave. There was a chill on his back instantly, and he shrank his neck and shivered. John Watson I stared at those bats, thousands of them, honestly covering the more than 100-meter-long train tunnel, they didn’t make a sound, like a group of guards guarding the fire dragon in the wilderness, the huge fire dragon is still at this moment In this long tunnel, with his eyes closed, his nose breathing peacefully, and his iron-cast tail curled up, he fell into a deep sleep.

He tapped on the gravel beside the railroad tracks with his cane, and walked for a long quarter of an hour before he got out of the tunnel.

The entrance of the tunnel emits a dazzling midday sun, which is completely different from the gloomy tunnel. It is warm outside and the green fields are like a veil of green. The cold carriage escapes the warm sun on the top of the dome in the long and dark tunnel. .

John Watson was shrouded in sunlight. He turned a corner, leaned against the brick wall outside the tunnel, took a deep breath, and furtively looked back at the section of the carriage he got off. Lestrade was no longer at the door. Watching, John Watson waited quietly at this corner for a long time, hiding for a full minute, and then turned back into the tunnel again. He left the heavy box and walnut crutches under the car door, and pulled hard with both hands. Opening the door of the last train, the hinge above the door rattled slightly. John Watson looked nervously at the front of the train, worried that the purser who was trying to drive him away would suddenly appear, and started mother-in-law again. nagging at him.

John Watson picked up his crutches, and the box of gold coins that could make people fight on the street was instantly forgotten by him outside the car door.John Watson slipped through the narrow gap between the doors and into the dark corridor. This carriage was particularly luxurious and eye-catching, with ornate wood carvings adorning the perimeter of the car, intricately patterned like Irish lace.There are no windows in the aisle, and there are three giant carved candlesticks burning small candles hanging on the wall. They seem to have been used for hundreds of years, and the astonishingly thick white wax oil stalactites are hung on the metal lamp stand. At this moment, they are quietly extinguished. On the wallpaper Depicting the scenery of the green brook, the floor is covered with bright and beautiful wood, a wide double door leading to the mysterious space stands silently in front of John Watson, the doorknob is slightly shiny.

There are some things in John Watson's heart that must be clearly explained to him face to face. He has a lot of doubts that need to be answered thoroughly. He must not just pass by Sherlock Holmes like this, regardless of whether he is sleeping or not. Feeling, John Watson walked to the door with heavy steps, determined to wake him up, John Watson knocked on the door with his cane.

No response.

John Watson struck again, harder. "Hullo!" he cried. "Get up, Mr. Holmes, and I have come to say good-bye and ask you something!"

Sherlock's wing remained silent.

John Watson tried to turn the doorknob, and it was locked without incident. He began to slam the doorknob, beat the closed door with his fist, and shouted outside, "Sherlock Holmes! Don't pretend to be asleep, you can't sleep It’s so heavy, don’t force me to knock the door down! Hey! I have to settle with you for what happened last night!”

All these cries were in vain.

Going on like this would only bring Lestrade over.

"Damn it, Sherlock Holmes!" he said, "if I don't get up, I'm going to knock on the door!"

He suddenly thought of something, and his voice softened a little, "Mr. Holmes? Are you injured and can't get out of bed? Mr. Holmes?" John Watson lowered his head and looked inside through the dark keyhole. Neither was the light.

Just like a huge coffin, John Watson thought in his heart, and couldn't help swallowing outside the door.

"Even if you are injured, at least answer me through the door, Mr. Holmes?" John Watson impatiently clamped the crutches under his armpit, maximized his lung capacity, put his two little fingers in his mouth, and let out a loud sound. Bright and piercing whistle, like fingernails scratching the inner wall of ceramics, like a sharp scream, John Watson whistled once, whistled twice, whistled three times, the sharp long whistle that disturbed one's sleep.

"Hey, Mr. Holmes, I'll keep bugging you at the door until you're willing to speak to me, do you hear me?" John Watson called into the door, and he returned to Sherlock's locked doorknob, Keep twisting.

The door opened with a clang.

Seeing Sherlock's eyes, John Watson couldn't help opening his mouth wide, and almost didn't cry out. He quickly retracted his hands from the doorknob, and even his breathing was silent.

Sherlock stretched out his snow-white arms and dragged him into the room, "Come in." Sherlock whispered.

After John Watson was captured, Sherlock closed the door behind him, only to hear him lock the door again.

John Watson can't see, see nothing.

Once the door was closed, Sherlock's room was as dark as a cave, not even a ray of light leaked through the cracks in the door or the closed windows with the curtains drawn.

John Watson felt as if he were blind.

But at this moment, he is still in the mind that is constantly shaking, and there is a picture that is still lingering. It is the last scene that John Watson saw before the door was completely covered in darkness. Sherlock Holmes stood in front of the door and opened the door. , naked, like a newborn baby, skin dead white, like alabaster, face cut out of white granite, tight lips with beast-like anger, eyes like two gray gaps leading to hell .

The few seconds just now kept John Watson in a state of stagnation. "Mr....Mr. Holmes," John Watson said, "can you light a lamp, or draw the curtains or something? I can't see."

"I can see clearly." Sherlock's voice came from the darkness behind his head.

John Watson, not hearing him move, turned and groped blindly for a pivot.

"Don't move!" Sherlock ordered, the strength and anger in his voice forced John Watson to obey, and he sternly reprimanded, "Say it! Why are you human beings here at this time? I warn you! It is better to have someone For the right reasons!"

John Watson had been furious before he met him, and now he was even more angry.

No one could talk to him like that, no one!

"I heard you were injured! Since you once treated me to a meal and gave me a ride, I wanted to come over to give you my condolences, but it seems that you don't need my condolences at all. If you think It's a very heinous thing for me to wake you up, so you can just get angry at me, I haven't bothered with you for the excessive behavior you did to me last night! You better pay attention to your attitude towards me! Do you hear me? ?No one can do messy things to me without my consent!"

"John Watson..."

John Watson clenched his fists in surprise, trying to calm himself down, Sherlock's voice lingered in his ears through all the darkness, a cold and temperatureless palm pinched John Watson's pulse, and another A hand passed behind his shoulder, tightening his chest, and John Watson choked, Sherlock's naked body pressed against his back.

"It's dangerous for you to do this. You came here in my sleep! I didn't intend to insult you or threaten you. You meant it well, but you have to understand that it was wrong for you to wake me up like this. No matter whether you have good intentions or not, never again Do it! There must never be a second time! No matter what the reason!"

John Watson couldn't push him away. He felt his neck being gently curved sideways by the palm on his shoulder, allowing more space for his neck to be exposed to the dark air. , vaguely felt a sharp hardness swimming near his carotid artery, the sharp thorns hooked the fragile skin on his neck, and the fluffy hair bent down to caress his cheeks, John Watson realized that he was passing him dangerously On the neck are Sherlock's teeth.

"Damn... what are you doing to me now?!" John Watson raised his crutches, and Sherlock stretched out his arms to hug him, tightening his arms to prevent him from moving.

"I sleep with nothing in my stomach. At this time, my mood and situation will be very wrong. I need a long rest during the day. Anyone who disturbs me during the day will be in danger. I suddenly woke up. Sometimes the temper can be very violent, like now, I will lose myself, I have done things that I regret in this situation. This is why I was so rude to you, I apologize for it, but this This situation is out of my control, and I can't promise it won't happen again. When it happens next time, it will be worse. Do you understand, John Watson? As long as I lock the door, no one should come in."

"I...I accept your apology...I also apologize to you. If an apology is important, can you stop this strange behavior? Can we sit down and have a good talk?"

"Anyway, I was woken up by you." Sherlock whispered in his ear, and the panting sounded like he was enduring. He seemed to be still angry at John Watson's intrusion, and now he was trying to put that The violent rage was suppressed.

John Watson stayed in his naked/naked/naked arms for a long time, "Damn it, let me go!"

Sherlock made a struggling sound again, and then, the strength holding John Watson loosened.

"I'll give you a little light before you tear down my carriage." The flame of a single match across the room, Sherlock lit a reading candle with it, and sat on the edge of the untidy bed.At some point, he put on a pure white sheet, his face was still cold and terrifying.

"Now, you can see me clearly." Sherlock's eyes were shining brightly in the dim candlelight, and something was burning in his pupils, but Sherlock tried his best to control the burning flame, almost He frowned like a madman, "You're so hot when you hug her."

John Watson paused, "Sorry, what did you say?"

Sherlock turned his head and looked away, unwilling to take another look at him, "You saw it too, I'm fine, what else do you want from me besides the boring sympathy?"

If it hadn't been for the accident just now, John Watson would have questioned him about the kiss with confidence, but now he is so flustered that he can't even breathe, oh, just now he was posted by a naked man So close, just behind John Watson, strangling him tightly, holding him, not allowing air to pass through the lungs under his ribs, the sharp teeth scraped John Watson's neck, John Watson Thinking of the two blood holes he saw on Lestrade's body in the dining car, his heart trembled again. He couldn't help but raised his hand and wiped it on his neck in front of Sherlock. There was no blood on his fingertips. His carotid artery was intact.

Sherlock raised his eyelids and glanced at his movements, "I don't like to bite... Doctor Watson, but I admit that I do have some quirks, and I have some special habits that ordinary people can't understand," Sherlock said gloomyly, "It's not that I'm interested in you and that side of you, I'm not talking about anything else, I'm talking about lust, you don't have to think about it, I'm not interested in men, I'm not interested in women, I'm not sex/ I am sadistic/crazy, and I am not happy to use abusive means to hurt people around me, I just... I just accidentally got too close while talking and bumped into you."

"My head is not turning fast, but it doesn't mean you can lie to me. You didn't make a mistake just now. You were in the same situation as when you treated my forehead last night. You looked crazy, but you were sane. You You are not a real lunatic, I can see that you are a person with excellent intelligence, a person who acts wisely, what are you hiding." John Watson held his cane tightly, steadied himself, and then stepped forward pour. "Mr. Holmes... We have to have a serious talk. Let's go outside to a brighter place to talk. I can't see your expression clearly like this. There is such a broken candle in front of me."

"I don't like the sun out there. The sun burns. Have you ever been badly burned? If so, you'll know. I'm pale, you know, and I don't like the sun. It's a medical thing, you're the doctor." , you have also heard that some people are born with photophobia, and some people will feel dizzy and uncomfortable or even nosebleed after prolonged exposure to the sun. In short, this is a weird physique inherited from me, and I don’t want to discuss this further.” Sherlock asked in a flat tone "What else are you interested in about me?"

John Watson tried to pull himself away from the gray eyes and poked the carpet with his cane. He felt cold and alone in this room. "Sherlock Holmes," he murmured, "you, are you?" What?"

The author has something to say:

The children's shoes in the comment box have big brains. Some people say that Xiaohua can see Xiaoxia's hidden sparkle at the first sight

Haha, it’s like this in the original book, the little doctor who is born to like weirdos, even if the violin screams like a ghost, he can’t drive him away

I want to use this article to heal my heart that was broken by Shenxia 3, so there should be no falling in love and killing each other

Vampire PLAY is not just a meme like killing each other that can be played. . . .There are still many basic feelings that can be unearthed, no, I am talking about the plot

Maybe this time, what I mean is maybe, I won’t be obsessed with whether it’s Xiaohua’s first time, my Fuhua has always been very firm in this setting

Stronger than train tracks

No no no no, maybe I should stick to it, in order to make up for Xiao Xia

Some children's shoes say that the carotid artery should be protected. Enen, it makes sense. Xiaohua's carotid artery is more important than chastity

I will give you a plastic bag later. . . .What I said was an explanation, you read it wrong, explaining what kind of position Xiao Lei is to vampires (but I think someone should have guessed it, vampires are not mysterious at all now

The next chapter will be updated tomorrow, February 2