Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

Sherlock was silent at first, he glanced at John Watson and frowned, "You can calm your disturbed heart, suspend the random thoughts in your little head, please take a bottle from the wine rack for me Give me the medicinal wine, thank you doctor, it seems that you really care about me, and I am much calmer now, when I drink some wine, I will be more sober."

The candlelight was dimly placed beside the bed, adding a rare warmth to the room. The spacious glass windows are now covered by swamp-like black curtains. The windows are closed tightly, and the thick black velvet looks soft and luxurious under the light.

Under Sherlock's buttocks is a narrow but comfortable-looking feather bed. Opposite there is an extremely long rosewood desk covered with leather-bound ledgers and stacks of bound newspapers. It seems to be Sherlock Holmes. Another weird habit of his, he seems to read a lot of newspapers, all kinds of newspapers, newspapers from all over the world are on it, British newspapers, foreign language newspapers, there are also New York Tribune, New York Herald, and French big and small There are regional newspapers and weekly newspapers from all towns along the road in England. There is also a whole pack of new newspapers piled up under the table, and there are many, many books. There is a tall bookcase in the wing room, which is full of stuff. , more books were piled on the bedside, next to Sherlock's pillow, and there was still a half-used candle standing on the pile of books, which was burning at the moment, and the wax dripped on the writing.

With such a huge amount of reading, John Watson felt that his sleepless nights must be very lonely and boring.

John Watson walked to the corner of the room on crutches, where stood a tall wooden wine rack with microscopes, telescopes, magnifying glasses, sheepskin maps and skulls on it. John Watson savored the uniqueness of the owner of this room. There are [-] or [-] identical wine bottles neatly arranged on the wine rack. John Watson took out a bottle at random. There was no label on the bottle, and the liquid inside was dark red, almost like black, shiny black wax. Sealed with a cork.

"Do you have a knife?" He turned to Sherlock, holding the bottle.

"Yes." Sherlock pointed to a plate on the round table, which contained several silver goblets and a crystal wine jug, and a small silver knife with a slender ivory handle was also lying there.

John Watson raised the bottle and put down his crutches. He curiously changed the bottle to the other hand. The liquid in the bottle flowed slowly, like some kind of sweet and greasy liqueur. The high-end red wine they tasted together, he believed in Sherlock's taste, this inscrutable train conductor had a good eye, and the rare wines in his private collection must be of the highest quality.

"What kind of drink is this again?" John Watson asked naively. He scraped off the sealing wax, turned the knife deftly, inserted/inserted the cork, and pulled/out/come out with a "boo".

"A home brew," replied Sherlock, "part wine, part brandy, part liqueur, but it tastes like none of the three. It is a very rare liquor, Dr. Watson, and the one in my car and I Companions love it, but most don't appreciate the taste, and I'm sure you won't either."

The liquid flowed out slowly, like red and black honey being poured into a silver goblet. The color of the wine was opaque, and seemed to be full of black fine residue. The smell of strong alcohol was enough to make his tears flow.

"Well, it smells weird, can I taste your private wine too?"

Sherlock laughed, a heartfelt joyous laugh, deep and sweet, "John Watson, you are amazing, you dare to try anything, I admire your courage, but you will never like My private drink. Of course, if you insist, we can enjoy it together."

Hearing his permission, John Watson continued to pour a second glass, "Any kind of wine you drink is a good wine for me. The red wine you had the honor to let me taste last time was really good. You look He is a rich man, a rich man, oh, now that I think about it!" John Watson said suddenly, "I completely forgot about that box of gold."

"What gold?"

John Watson shook his head and smiled, "Forget it, just let it stay there. No one dares to approach your train. The tunnel is full of bloody vampire bats."

"How can you be sure that those bats are blood-sucking species? You are not a biologist, how can you directly make a subjective conclusion on the creatures you only saw once? You think those small animals look eerie and terrifying, which makes you feel sad. If you don't like it, you decide they are absolutely harmful vampire bats."

John Watson paused in embarrassment because of his choking, and he handed the glass to Sherlock Holmes, "That's right, I have always regarded bats as vermin, and everyone described this little thing in this way, and I can't avoid it, I am I don’t know much about bats, so please tell me, are they really vampire bats as I said?”

"They only suck the blood of dead bodies. Of course, they are always willing to come, no matter whether they are animals or human corpses. Like crows, they eat carrion and dirty blood for a living, but they don't take the initiative to attack people, and they never kill people. It is much kinder to think of executioners and murderers in prisons, and lay down your stupid prejudices, Dr. Watson."

"Well, you taught me a solid lesson again. Last time it was my medical report. You said it couldn't fight death. This time you bickered with me because of the little bat," John Watson said angrily , "Maybe I will change my mind about bats, after all, they are much more noble than a big man who kissed me forcefully."

Sherlock took a sip of wine, looked at John Watson, the ice in his eyes gradually melted, "Are you blaming me? Are you angry about what happened last night? Your stupid head can't understand what I did. What is it for, I am to keep you out of it."

John Watson froze for a moment, "What do you mean..."

"I wasn't teasing you or humiliating you, I know kissing means a lot to you guys and it's a great feeling to me too, so I never tease people with kisses, I Kissing you from the bottom of my heart, and with my own motives in it, I won't tell you, even if you take a knife to me, I warned you when we first met, if you put I pushed too hard, you can only get lies, that box of gold coins, Lestrade gave you? He did the right thing, but why didn't you do what he said?"

"I heard you were hurt..."

"I'm cured."

"I……"

"You are fascinated, John Watson." Sherlock stared at him intently. "When you hear the word danger, your eyes sparkle irresistibly. You are fascinated by the surging passion associated with this train." , you know that this train has heavy responsibilities, it's unusual, you know that its head is full of troublesome steam, and there are dangerous sparks rubbing in every wheel that turns, and you love this feeling, you are addicted."

"It's not like this……"

"Don't quibble, you can't hide from Sherlock Holmes, no one has been able to hide their thoughts from me so far, I just want to ask you again, John Watson, no matter who I am, do you really want me?" stay by my side?"

John Watson looked at him. Last night was unlike any other night in his life. It was a night of magic, a dream. John Watson could have sworn it seemed to last for forty or fifty hours. It was so dreamy, and the moment when he and Sherlock's lips were pressed together was engraved in the memory and will never be erased.

Oops, John Watson lost his soul again in this gaze.

"Do you want to be by my side? Do you know, Dr. Watson, other people's lives are very important to me, including yours. Yes, you heard me right, I have no friendship with you, but your life It's precious to me, and I'm willing to sacrifice a human life that even I think is stupid, if you still mind everything I did to you last night, especially that kiss, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for that kiss I apologize to you, but I don't think I did anything wrong, I apologize just to make you feel better, if I go back to last night, I'm afraid I will treat you like that again," Sherlock smiled coldly, " You are a lovely human being, longing for a fantastic long-distance travel and small adventures in life, but, Dr. Watson, everything on this train is not as simple as you think, this is not a Adventure, this is a journey to death. There are villains, liars, killers, and all kinds of cruel enemies along the way. Every night, I start the train with the determination to die. At sunset, I go on the road with the heart of death, and after sunrise, I fall asleep with the gratitude of the rest of my life."

Sherlock's voice was like a ghost. He didn't get close to John Watson, but his voice touched John Watson's earlobe lightly, allowing John Watson to hear it but not touch it, which made him feel lost.

"Doctor Watson, are you sure you really want to live this kind of life side by side with death?"

John Watson felt a large foreign object stuck in his throat, almost suffocating him, but he swallowed the suffocating thing, and spit out the most difficult words in his life: "No, I don't want to."

"Very well, it seems that you are also a person who loves life, which is very good, very good, I only admire people who cherish life." Sherlock said.

"Damn it, damn it, you say you cherish life, but you want to run unarmed and fight those shotguns?"

Sherlock fell into a resolute silence again, which made the poor man on crutches feel very depressed. John Watson paused the questioning, and sighed plaintively, "You are a weirdo."

John Watson didn't know where to sit. The only leather chair in this room was near the window, but there was no candlelight and it was pitch black. Sherlock agreed with him with his eyes, and John Watson sat down on the mattress silently, and He sat side by side, the mattress sank due to his weight, John Watson brought the glass of whatever it was called to his lips, tilted the rim slightly, and drank it.

Sherlock watched him drink from the side with heavy, gray eyes.

John Watson took a sip of the wine and almost vomited. Sherlock's private drink rushed down his throat as if on fire, and the burning sensation spread in his body. It was sweet as hell and had an unpleasant fishy smell. , even alcohol and sweetness can't cover up the strong fishy smell.John Watson felt as if a mule was kicking him in the stomach, and he coughed violently to the side, thinking, what the hell, it looks like some internal organs have rotted in the wine bottle.

Sherlock drank the wine in his glass slowly without changing his expression. He lowered his head, put the glass aside, turned his eyes back to John Watson, and smiled for the first time, "Doctor Watson , the expression on your face is a bit funny, I have warned you that you can't get used to this wine." He took the glass from John Watson's hand and put it on the bedside table.

John Watson covered his face in pain, "Oh, this wine is strong and fishy, ​​and it's stuck in my throat, what the hell is in it?"

Sherlock just tilted the corner of his mouth and said nothing, "This wine is quite to my taste."

John Watson licked his lips heavily, he didn't want to think about that, but he couldn't help it, "This stuff... it tastes like blood."

All John Watson could think about now was blood.

Hell, he wasn't sure what the hell was sitting next to him.

Perhaps the blood of the animal is soaked in the bottle. It is not uncommon to make wine with snake blood or deer blood.

It is true that Sherlock did not tell half a lie to him, but he has been hiding many things, Sherlock is covering up some terrible things that cannot be said, what exactly is he hiding?Who is he?The more John Watson thought about it, the more awkward he felt.

"You've seen blood, you've seen a lot, blood is no big deal." Sherlock said coldly, "You want to know what I am? Why don't you imagine it boldly? Combining the characteristics of me, use your not very meticulous but still able to Use your powers of observation, use your imagination and your understanding, and speak out what’s on your mind.”

"I can't see through you, Mr. Holmes." John Watson admitted, "I suspect that you are not a normal person. You have some mysterious power in you. Your train is full of terrible monsters, isn't it? I saw those people last night The things that climbed on the roof are not my hallucinations, those things with sharp teeth, sorry, I can't call them people, are you like them?"

The author has something to say:

There is still the second half of this boudoir secret talk, the number of words is too long, so I will give it in two batches

After the sun comes out tomorrow, I will mysteriously update the next episode (I promise I will be on time, I will beat Xiaoxia's ass for being late

Let me do spoilers ruthlessly. I like doing bad things like spoilers. It’s useless to cover your ears, because I will speak loudly hahaha

Will Xia reveal his true identity completely? Enen, don't tell me nothing, what a fun thing it is to scare flowers

Update the next chapter on February 2th