[Sherlock] Fertility ABO of Loyal Dogs

Walked over, held John's chin up, measured John's neck carefully with a tape measure, and recorded the data in his personal notebook with a pencil.

"Name." The hangman was wearing a black satin waistcoat, a white shirt on his arms, and his fingers had old scars from the noose cuts.

John moved his lips. "John Hamish Watson."

"I won't record your middle name. It won't fit in the business card holder hanging on the sack. The sack I'm talking about is the sack that holds your body."

John didn't speak, just looked at him silently.

"You don't talk much." The hangman finished the simple procedure, "You can say a few last words, and I can publish them in the newspaper the next day. Death row prisoners enjoy this free right, but it's best not to say anything. If there are more than 5 sentences, the sentences should not be too long, and additional page fees will be charged if the limit is exceeded.”

John was quiet for a moment, "I have something to say..."

"Okay." The Hangman immediately took out his personal notebook again, "Please speak."

"Go to hell." John looked very heartbroken.

The hangman looked at him in embarrassment, "You were directly sentenced to death by the king. I understand that you want to scold the king in newspapers. To be honest, this is a bit difficult. No newspaper would be willing..."

"To Sherlock Holmes."

The hangman stared blankly at him for a long time, "Okay, I'll write it down."

The hangman turned around and picked up a set of prison uniforms from the table, telling John that as a prisoner to be hanged, he had no right to wear shoes.

John unbuttoned his shirt, took off his shoes, stepped barefoot on the dusty rough concrete floor, and took off his torn trousers in front of the guards. Everyone held their breaths. His body was so beautiful, although he was not tall. , but evenly proportioned, very sexy, but the king couldn't get this body, preferring to send it to the hands of death.

John took the prisoner uniform quietly, stroking the rough surface of the clothes with his palms, John's fingers pinched the fabric, trembling violently, he held the clothes tightly, raised his head and looked hesitantly at the simple stairwell, the room There were no more than 5 people in the room, and everyone was extremely quiet. John looked at the doorway leading to the gallows again, breathing tremblingly through his nose.

The hangman hissed at him, "Don't get excited, everything will be over soon, I'm the best in this line of work, I won't make any mistakes, and I won't cause you any pain."

John breathed the air deeply into his lungs with a nasal voice, he put on his clothes and trousers, the hangman came over and bound his hands in front of him, John licked his slightly trembling lips, "I'll change it .”

"what?"

"The will."

"What do you want to change to?" The hangman tightened his knot, took out his notebook again, and crossed out the sentence "Go to hell."

"I love you, Sherlock Holmes, and I don't regret it."

The hangman was slightly moved by him, he tapped the tip of the pencil, put away the notebook, "Sherlock Holmes will definitely see what you said."

The hangman pushed his back and pushed him towards the doorway where the hanging was carried out. John stood at the edge of the cliff, staring at the bustling vegetable market under his feet. The hangman rang the execution bell, and passers-by stopped Footsteps, looked up to watch.

The hangman hung the new noose on the gallows, took out a measuring tape, and adjusted it to an appropriate size according to the proportion of John's neck. He put a black hood over John's head, and put the noose around his neck.

The knot was fastened at the nape of his neck, and the hangman tugged it firmly.

John stood on Tower Bridge clenching his fists.

The afterglow of the evening slanted down the long shadow of the roof tower, and the crowds passing by were of various shapes and colors. The little girl who had just bought bread looked up curiously, the young woman clutched her chest in fear, the gentleman took off his hat, and put the cigarette in his pocket. In the hands, they are without exception, with fear on their faces, but no one wants to walk away, lest they miss the classic and exciting moment.

The hangman whispered in his ear, "You will be completely free soon."

The voice was like a dream, the hangman pushed him forward forcefully, John slid out like a kite, his feet left the tower bridge, hanging in the air, the gallows sank heavily.

There was an exclamation among the crowd.

Then everything fell silent.

The prisoner hanging on the noose is so calm, as if he has no complaints about death, hangs under the rope very quietly, swirling gently with the breeze, like a forgotten wind chime.

The hangman lowered his head in the stairwell, as if mourning for the suffering soul. There was a total silence of 20 minutes. The hangman took out his pocket watch from his vest and looked at it. He said in a flat voice, "Autopsy, ready to be encoffined."

The king's concubines cannot be hung in the vegetable market to be pecked to pieces, at least they must retain some dignity of the royal family.

The hangman rolled the heavy shaft and pulled John up. The embalmers were watching all the time. He was standing next to the king's bodyguard, with a black mask on his face, a black turban on his head, and a black turban on his hands. Wearing black gloves, the embalmer loosens the noose around the prisoner's neck, carries the hanged prisoner on his shoulders, and places it on the mortuary table. On his chest, he listened cautiously for tens of seconds, then held down the death row prisoner's pulse, and tested it for more than a minute. The coroner turned his head reassuringly, and said to the two guards, "The death is correct."

The guards said they knew, they walked down the stairs and hurried back to the palace to report.

The coroner packed the simple autopsy equipment in his box, turned his back to the dead body and chatted with the hangman, the king was recently drafting a new law, in the name of caring, to inform those who brought up Families waiting for Omega can use the Omega at home to deduct taxes, claiming that this is to reduce the financial burden of the people.

The hangman said sourly, "We really met a good king. I hope I won't be full of Omegas in the future."

The coroner and the hangman talked about the opera and the weather, and they walked down the wooden stairs side by side, leaving the silent gallows on the tower where justice was also slaughtered.

The embalmer was left to do the finishing touches in silence. He took off the black hood on John's head, threw it on the ground, and brought a sack. The embalmer placed the sack by John's legs and wrapped it around John's body. Covering his face with closed eyes, he tied a sailor's knot at the opening, and carried his heavy body on his shoulders. The watchman of the tower made way for him, and he walked down the stairs steadily with the sack on his shoulders.

The embalmer walked to the corner of the stairs, where there was no line of sight to enter. He threw the sack out of the window on the stairs, and then quickly pulled out another sack with JohnH Watson's handwritten name on it from the foot of the stairs, and carried it on his shoulder. Continue to walk down the stairs as if nothing happened, and walk out from the main entrance, put the sack into the back of the truck transporting the corpse, the horses rattle, and the sack will be transported to the barren mountains and ridges to be buried hastily, there is no official grave, this is hanging what happened.

The embalmer went around to a remote alley, ripped off the black turban, tore off the mask on his face, took off the patched black apron, and threw it into the corner of the alley. He rubbed his curly hair and walked out of the alley. A carriage stopped In front of him, the coachman sat high on the horseback and raised his top hat, "Little cat, I haven't seen you in seven years, you've lost weight."

"I'm not a cat, but you are fat."

"Stop talking, my brother, get in the car."

Sherlock looked left and right, opened the carriage and got in, he pulled the tight curtains, put the sack on the seat on his lap, quickly untied the knots on the sack, John's eyelashes were tightly covered Calm on the cheek, so peacefully lying in his lap, Sherlock reached out to test John's cold sniff without any breath.

Sherlock squeezed his stiff fingers distressedly, put them on his lips very affectionately, and kissed him very lovingly.

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The carriage arrived at the train station in less than 10 minutes, the carriage door opened, Sherlock came down with a large suitcase, and put the suitcase on the ground, the temporarily hired Beta porter recognized him and walked over from the station , to carry the luggage for him.

My brother was sitting in a high carriage, his cheeks buried in a layer of darkness, his expression could not be seen under his top hat, and a riding cloak as black as a bat's wings was draped over his shoulders.

"Let's go, leave this place of right and wrong."

"It seems that we may not see each other for another 7 years."

"Only an Alpha like you in the world is so stupid as to give up wealth and wealth for an Omega."

"Say hello to my sister-in-law, I haven't seen him in Scotland Yard for a long time, at least four years."

"He is pregnant and lives in seclusion with me, and will not catch thieves for the time being."

Sherlock smiled at his brother and turned away.

The elder brother added worriedly, "Don't die too early, my brother, I don't want to see your tombstone next time."

Sherlock turned his back to him quietly and raised his hand and waved, Sherlock Holmes, he will not die young, he has sworn to grow old with John Watson together.

The policemen led the police dogs and stood in front of each car. The police dogs sniffed Sherlock's clothes up and down, and then sniffed the suitcase behind him. The policemen carefully checked the faces of the passengers at the door. They glanced at Sherlock Holmes and smiled. Letting him in, Sherlock walked into the first-class car, the porter put his suitcase in the car, and Sherlock sent him away with a generous tip.

After closing the independent compartment door, he sat in the comfortable and soft seat, patiently waiting for the wheels to start slowly, the siren whistled, the window fell into darkness, a few stars jumped out of the sky like the truth, and the vast land receded backwards.

Facing the reflective window glass, Sherlock tore off the thick beard on his face, picked up a handkerchief and dabbed some aftershave lotion to wipe away the wrinkles on his forehead, he let go of the scarf, stood up, and jumped twice in the car, twice The bag of sulfur, which affected the police dog's sense of smell, fell to the ground. Sherlock threw these things out of the car window, knelt on the floor, and unlocked the lock on the suitcase with a clatter, and opened several layers of clothing in the suitcase.

John's peaceful sleeping face was revealed in front of his eyes.

Sherlock picked him up sideways, put him on the spacious leather sofa seat, and lay down beside him, hugging John's body sweetly and happily. The two of them were going on a long journey to a distant country where no one knew them .

Sherlock took off his coat, covered John's body, put his arms around him, and fell asleep beside him.

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Sherlock has been planning for this day for a whole month and a half. To be precise, it should be from the second he pulled up the zipper of his pants in the wine cellar, he began to brew this idea. His John is so beautiful, how could Sherlock just Satisfied to have an affair with him, his John is coveted, any Alpha will drool when he sees it, Sherlock must really mark him, and can't let other Alphas, especially the king, the tyrant, take advantage of him, It only took three people to bribe John to extradite him from the palace.

As he pressed his penknife to the king's eyelids, he gave the king's valet a wink charmingly. The Commander will direct his subordinates to deliberately take a long way to approach the city wall, and wait until Sherlock is finished before coming to arrest his Omega, and the last key person is the hangman.

When the hangman handed the prisoner's uniform to John, John would feel the mechanism in the suit, and he would understand everything at this special moment. When going up, the small iron buckle in the rope will secretly extend into his back collar, hook the belt, and protect John's fragile cervical spine. As the hangman said, he will not suffer any pain. John was ecstatic at the time, and he knew !He knew he hadn't been abandoned!Following the strange sulfur smell in the air, he turned his head and looked at him silently above the mask with a pair of foggy eyes.

John held back his pounding heartbeat, oh, God knows he almost couldn't control his excitement and wanted to rush over and hug the embalmer man's passionate kiss, John took a deep breath, stabilized his mood, and walked resolutely to the gallows, when he In the scene where the embalmer carried him in, the embalmer's hand would imperceptibly stick an anesthetic needle full of aconitine on John's lower back, and John's nerves would fall into a state of suspended animation within a few seconds. The heart stopped, the respiratory system was cut off, except that the electric waves in the brain continued to run. After he was put down from the embalmer's shoulders, there was a complete corpse under the eyes of the coroner.

The next thing was to put John, who smelled of Sherlock, into the suitcase that was also mixed with sulfur to avoid the police dogs.

"You can say hello to me in advance." John slept in his arms for a day and a night, and finally woke up, Sherlock pinched his fingers and refused to let go.

"John, the whole plan has been pushed forward, and I don't have time to tell you about it."

"But you have time for that sort of thing at the foot of the wall!"

"Marking you has to be the most critical step in the whole plan, otherwise the king won't be willing to drag you to hang. I'm really in a hurry, I have to leave you before I kiss you enough."

"When did you originally intend to implement this plan?"

"It took me a full month and a half to bribe these three people. I should have spent another half a month moving my experimental equipment in the greenhouse, but those external objects are not important, and I haven't had time to find a place to stay. In the middle of it, you were dragged away from my eyes by the guards when you were fine."

"where are we going?"

"You said, where am I going, where are you going." Sherlock smiled gently at him, "I haven't made up my mind, we can go to Europe. There is a big waterfall there."

John rubbed his tired and heavy eyelids in his arms, "How long have I been dead?"

"27 hours."

"It's too much, my waist hurts from that needle."

"Huh?" Sherlock braced himself, "Let me check."

John turned his back on the sofa, and Sherlock flipped off his prison uniform, "This is an unlucky suit," Sherlock said, crumpling the clothes and throwing them out of the car window.

John's pants were also taken off by him and thrown out.

John lay naked in his arms, Sherlock caressed the pinhole on his waist, his fingers moved down involuntarily, John's eyes glowed with the happiness of regaining freedom, and he looked back at him, "Sherlock, I really don't want to To spoil your interest, but I've been dead for so long, I'm a little hungry."

"I think I get it, I'll take care of you for the rest of your life." Sherlock jumped off the sofa, threw the long coat over John, and kissed John's lips.

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The king never forgot his enemy Sherlock Holmes until his old age, because this hateful pharmacist who claimed to be a chemical expert is still living healthy and healthy in a corner of the world, and is tirelessly improving his datura potion, experimenting The data was burned, but the formula has been stored in Sherlock's head. The potion finally successfully evolved into a small tablet and was officially named an inhibitor. Inhibitors have triggered a huge reform in the ABO system. Omega can use this drug to disguise themselves as Beta, join the political arena, and speak powerful words in the House of Representatives. Omega in the royal family can inherit the throne in the name of Beta No longer being ridiculed by Minister Alpha, Omega can even rely on this drug to join the army, expedition to India, and across the Pacific Ocean.

More people will admire Omega's ability with admiration, and will willingly entrust important work to their shoulders, accepting the fact that Omega is not inferior to Alpha.

One day, Omega will be able to get along with Alpha face to face as an equal, Omega can say no to Alpha, and Omega can also teach Alpha a lesson in turn.

It was purely accidental that Sherlock developed the inhibitor. He happened to meet an Omega prisoner in Scotland Yard. In his confession, he learned that adding Datura and some plants to the bath can hide Omega's body odor. After repeated experiments, Sherlock quickly formulated the correct formula, turning the bath water into a light oral liquid medicine.

He never thought of using this kind of thing to change the world and save Omega, Sherlock never wanted to be a hero, he was just purely curious, purely itchy, but he would not let go of any details easily when it comes to poison and chemistry .

To this day, this unintentional act of research and development started many years ago, which allowed him to get the magical little invention nicknamed a pharmacist. Unexpectedly, it would make him a fortune during his downfall and escape, and let him and His baby Watson lived happily ever after and drove the king to death.

Since the advent of inhibitors, the cost is low, and the production process is quite convenient. Later, the popular ones are no different from antipyretics. The Omega in the palace is unwilling to go into heat once every six months, and the king is very distressed by this.

When Omega's little butts are no longer under the control of their estrus, and Omega can freely dominate their own bodies, Alphas must thoroughly gain the favor and willing dedication of an Omega, no longer relying solely on physical strength, but Sometimes I have a headache, and I rack my brains to learn the romantic sentiment.

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2013, London.

"Contraception! It's a disgrace to Omega! Any rational Omega should not choose birth control. This society needs the contribution of Omega. If the scarce Omega is not willing to carry on the family line, can we still expect those who have nothing but a dick Alpha of function?!! Reproduction and reproduction!! It is Omega’s sacred duty!! It is Omega’s talent!! If Omega wastes its own resources, it is contempt for the Creator. Many years ago, the person who invented the condom is dead!! Many years ago, condoms were regarded as a taboo item for adultery, and only the promiscuous concubines in the palace would use them, and then this concubine must have been known to you from history books, she is dead!!"

The person in charge of the organization spoke passionately in the middle of the classroom with a microphone.

John raised his head and looked at the banner "Protest against condoms! Uphold the law of reproduction! Continue the law of nature!" hanging from the ceiling. He shook his head, tore off the leaflet in his hand, pushed open the glass door and walked out.

Sherlock rushed over to wait for him immediately after receiving the call, "Isn't it fun inside?"

"A group of extremists, your brother is so annoying, I was just discussing with you in the kitchen to use a condom, and he caught me on the spot, as if the sky was falling, and dragged me to this place in a small black car In a brainwashing lecture."

There was a wedding ring on John's ring finger. He and Sherlock were walking side by side on the streets of London. The afternoon sun was very warm. John's slightly bulging twin belly under the cardigan was very eye-catching. The size of 4 months looked like 5 For months, there were people talking and watching him all the time.

"Is there no Omega in London who is pregnant now? Why do I get stared at every time I go out?"

"You have to accept that since the birth of inhibitors, there are very few Omega willing to give birth to Alpha."

"I'm about to give birth to three children for the Holmes family. I can't continue to have more children. I have to rest for at least two years. It is not illegal to use contraception now."

Sherlock looked at him, "But I still like the way you spill milk all year round."

"Fuck you, selfish Holmes."

When the green light came on, Sherlock held his hand, and John, holding his big belly, walked slowly across the zebra crossing with him.

"I'm still going to deliver your baby this time, and I want to watch how the twins come out of your little ass like a little train."

"Your brother won't let you mess around."

"Ha... let me think about it, what is the most amazing thing I should secretly pack on his bed one day so that he can't get out of it."

-The end of the episode-