【Detective Sherlock】Im Sherlock

Continental Europe, where Sherlock and I traveled together for the first time.

Getting on the train at Victoria Station, the train stopped at Canterbourg. After an hour of rest, the two continued to take the train across the UK to New Haven, then to Dapu, and finally to Switzerland via Luxembourg and Basel.In the meantime, we stopped two days in Brussels, and on the third day continued our journey to Strasbourg, taking the same evening to Geneva.

It was a fascinating week of wandering the Rhone Valley, then turned at Luke and crossed the Jimmy Pass, which was still covered with snow, and passed through Interlaken to Merrigen.It was a fascinating journey, with the green of early spring under my feet and pure white on my head, but I never forgot that Sherlock was getting married.

Whether in a cozy Alpine village like home, or on a quiet mountain trail, I have been smiling silently.Sherlock is a walking encyclopedia. Although what he introduced is mostly about the composition of the soil and the history of criminals in various places, it is precisely because of this that the smile I reluctantly hangs is properly within the scope of politeness.I was glad that Sherlock didn't notice my strangeness, and at the same time, I was somewhat paradoxical about why Sherlock had lost his keen observation.Sure enough, love is blind.

Falling in love with Sherlock was unexpected, after all, before that, I never thought that my relationship with Sherlock would be linked to love.That night in the restaurant of the hotel in Strasbourg, Sherlock stood beside me pouring me a glass of wine, his curly hair brushing my cheek, I looked up into his eyes, and he smiled at me , I flickered in a daze.I could never get out of his eyes again.

I didn't dare to be in the same room with Sherlock that damn day, I watched the stars all night from the rooftop of the hotel.I thought a lot, and after much deliberation, I came up with only one sentence - I fell in love with Sherlock.The rush of the body can be blamed on restless hormones, but I cannot escape the shock from the soul.

Sherlock, Sherlock, Sherlock.I like women, I'm married, I love my wife.

Sherlock, Sherlock, Sherlock.What I like should be women. I have made so many girlfriends, and I get along very happily with them.

Sherlock, Sherlock, Sherlock.I began to doubt the meaning of gender, think about the nature of love, I think I love you.

Sherlock, Sherlock, Sherlock, I love you.

It is with a heavy heart that I write this last account of my friend Sherlock, and henceforth I shall depart.I deeply feel that, although my records are incoherent and incomplete, I have tried to record some of my experiences with him.The experience was hopelessly sweet.

Sherlock was standing at the other end of the red carpet, waiting for his bride.Standing in the shadow of the tree, I wrote the last sentence with trembling hands: Death is the most fearless, and love is more important than anything, so Sherlock is more important than John.

The author has something to say: I finished this chapter with my mobile phone in panic, because this chapter seems a bit cruel? (guilty) Because I almost forgot this article? (Cold sweat) Increased because of the persistent readers? (Tears of gratitude! Feeling guilty!)

The basis of this chapter is "The Last Case" in the original work. The thrilling case has become a small talk for me. If I don't know, will Sir Doyle come to me in the middle of the night... Well~~^O^/~~)