BBC Sherlock Howard, Misplaced - Survive

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John felt his head hurting more and more, what was there that Sherlock didn't know?What can't be seen?

"That's all I know. Doctor, the rest is up to you."

"Wait a minute." John called to the female police officer who had already walked to the door.

"I apologize for my recklessness. And, thank you."

"What is this doing? Taking a statement? Making a record?"

"Anderson, you'd better sit down so we can talk better."

After hearing this, the forensic doctor curled his lips and sat down reluctantly.

"Donovan told me a lot. I don't think you need to deliberately hide the truth. I believe you have your own reasons for hating Sherlock—of course, reasons other than his belittling you."

"...What did she say?"

"Mycroft's surveillance, and the gag order."

"She's crazy to say that to you."

"Then you can help her explain." John turned to a new page, still recording the date and time.A habit like this was developed after working with Sherlock on cases. He would write down all the important clues and even the details, except for Sherlock's smiles.

Once he was on the sofa in the living room at sunset and saw Sherlock "reading" his notebook in his hand - that's what a detective said.

"I put it in the drawer," John snatched his belongings back from Sherlock.Carrying two bags of heavy objects from the outside to climb the seventeen flights of stairs, the doctor was a little out of breath, and his physical strength seemed to have declined a lot recently, "I'm still locked!"

"Oh, come on, John." Sherlock smiled mockingly, "I'll always know where you keep your keys."

"...So, what do you think?"

John asked Sherlock with some trepidation.Will he be dismissive of his behavior, or is there a momentary touch?

"It seems that this is the blueprint for the stories on your blog. To put it simply-you say that the blog is about us, but I think this is the real 'us'."

"what?"

"You blogged about an exaggerated, over-romantic, sentimental story. As I said, deduction is a science. It leads to inappropriate speculation about our lives and careers, and this—"

Sherlock snatched the notebook back from John, "This is us, the purest version of us. These things happened between me and you, the point is - only we know, and only the two of us remember."

Sherlock's voice gradually faded in his ears, changing from thick to light just like the afterglow of the sunset that day. A wave of the brush left a shadow in the memory, hazy and quiet.

"He's just a weird guy." Anderson sniffled, "but he's also... kind of smart."

"I know this, I don't need you to remind me again and again."

The forensic doctor paused unwillingly, and then said:

"Lestrade goes to Sherlock whenever he's in trouble. You know that?"

John nodded, "Yes."

"I remember their first encounter very clearly. I was next to Lestrade, and a man came in from outside and yelled, 'Who was responsible for that murder in the underground car park? Wrong, all Wrong! Such an absurd inference, thank you for thinking it out!"

Yes, that was Lestrade's case.After he yelled, Lestrade and I walked over to identify ourselves with him.

"Your only correct inference is murder, but you are so wrong about the method and motive of committing the crime!" 』

Yes, it turned out afterwards that he didn't see the body at all, and it was not easy to make a correct inference based on the clues at the crime scene.

After that, Lestrade occasionally went to him for help.Until one day—”

"That call."

"Yes, we were asked to monitor his phone. And the other party just happened to pick Lestrade as the monitor. We have to report to Mycroft Holmes every once in a while, Lestrade of course. Once, he asked us to search his apartment."

"why?"

"I don't know. Mycroft seems to be trying to find something about his brother, and asks us to check it every now and then."

"It's very similar to his behavior. It's very thoughtful to use the police to take care of the family." The doctor sneered with disgust.

"Both brothers are not normal." Anderson said disgustedly.

John turned his head to one side and said nothing more.

He had never known Sherlock was hiding so much about his past, and he felt an indescribable sense of loss.

—Why did he do this?

"So, Doctor? You're really in love with him, aren't you?"

Anderson must have meant to make him uncomfortable.

John raised his head from his notebook, and said harshly, "Say one more word, and I'll make your nose hang. Now, get out."

"John, it's amazing that it's your turn to question me." Lestrade smiled bitterly. "This is the biggest accommodation I can give. Can you promise me that there will be no next time?"

Lestrade was older than both John and Sherlock, and he did speak like a brother.

"That will have to wait for Sherlock to come back." John said flatly.

The detective is helpless against the doctor's obstinacy.He sat down and kept an unusual silence.

"Let me know when you want to start."

"at any time."

John coughed a few times, "I have a question to clarify. Who said he committed suicide?"

When he heard the news, John didn't say much because he was shocked.After a few meetings, I lost the patience to ask for proof because of the overwhelming anger.This was always a suspicion in his mind.

"Two witnesses reported that they saw him throw himself into the river..."

John scowled.

"...Where's the corpse?"

"I didn't find it."

"Lestrade, even if you're going to drain the Thames, or something—I can't accept death as a fact until you find him."

"No one wants this to happen, John, I hope you can understand," Lestrade sighed, "It is impossible for us to devote all our resources to the search for Sherlock, it is impossible."

"But you are his watcher, and you are under Mycroft's orders."

John was aggrieved: "You're negligent. Does Sherlock know that you're spying on him? He'll definitely be disappointed in you."

Lestrade was very surprised when he heard that, the water glass shook slightly in his hand: "Who..."

"Donovan and Anderson. They did the right thing and I don't want them to be punished."

The detective looked away, staring at the gray wall behind John, seemingly deliberating.

"Uh, Lestrade," the doctor began to express his apology, "I wanted to apologize. I'm... sorry for the trouble I've caused you lately."

"I can understand." The detective nodded, "I think you already know about Sherlock's past?"

"On the contrary, I don't know anything. What needs to be gagged? What needs to be watched? All I know is that his brother who works for the queen has been abusing his power."

Lestrade looked at the doctor hesitantly.

"John, you sure don't know—if you knew it, you wouldn't be his roommate."

"If I knew, there would be no need to sit here."

The police detective put down the water glass in his hand, and said carefully:

"He has a history of drug abuse, he's been in rehab. The point is -- he didn't make it."

what?

"No. This is ridiculous. I know he's not that kind of guy, and you've misjudged him over and over again!"

"That's what Mycroft's surveillance and searches are for. He's used enough to kill him. That's really self-destructive."

"but--"

"He was unconscious at one point and was taken to the hospital."

"Impossible," John shook his head, "impossible. In seven years, he has never had a drug addiction. I am a doctor, and he cannot escape my eyes."

"If you don't believe me, I can show you the information he left in the rehabilitation center."

"I won't believe it. Lestrade, I know who he is."

"That's because he decides how he wants to appear in front of you!"

Lestrade was also a little annoyed, and raised his voice: "You don't know his past because he hid something from you. Do you know why he did that? John Watson, because he cares about you, he chose to let you walk into him life, so he is willing to suppress his own nature - even drug addiction. He wants to show his good side in front of you, he doesn't want you to worry. Don't ask me why, you know it yourself!"

Before Lestrade left the interrogation room, he turned around and said:

"Remember, Doctor. He's a human being, not a machine. Don't be surprised or suspicious of his occasional glimpses of humanity.

Dr. Watson, I'm so disappointed if you still don't understand. "

The door slammed shut.