【Detective Sherlock】Im Sherlock

In the church, Mrs. Hudson sat next to Molly, and behind her was Inspector Lestrade, followed by various people.Most of them are strangers to each other, but they have a good chat because they have the same goal - to witness the century wedding between Sherlock Holmes and Watson.

Mycroft stood straight on the swearing-in platform, while the gray-bearded priest could only cringe aside. He didn't dare to go forward and say that the British government's mind was in the wrong place, and it was still uncertain whether the wedding ceremony could be successfully completed.

The live broadcast that announced the big news has long been fermented to the point where everyone knows about it, but anyone with a discerning eye knows what's wrong with it.Oh, not counting the ladies of Fuhuameng, women tend to be blind in love, which is a lovely shortcoming.

The priest was wandering in secret, and the door of the church in front of him suddenly opened.He squinted his presbyopic eyes and saw a slender man with curly hair leading a blond man into the church.

Oh, another arrogant Mr. Holmes and his brave and honorable military doctor friend.

The priest subconsciously glanced at Mycroft, only to see the head of the British government heaved a sigh of relief, and his tense expression softened.

The priest hurried forward: "Mr. Holmes..."

Mycroft raised his right hand, and the priest tactfully stopped.Because he saw a group of men in black pouring out of the church, and the originally vacant family members' seats were filled up.

Mycroft stepped off the swearing-in platform and stood to the side of the red carpet.Harry also ran out from the backstage, hurriedly adjusted his red suspender dress, and stood on the other side of the red carpet.Mycroft, who was directly opposite, smelt of alcohol, he frowned disapprovingly, but she curled her lips indifferently.

joke!What happened to my drinking at my brother's wedding?Sooner or later bald worry monster!

The church gradually became quiet, and the restless people sat on their seats, their eyes fixed on the tightly held hands of Sherlock and John.When the wedding march sounded, everyone smiled like an aunt.

Church gate.

Sherlock quickly scanned everyone's expressions, looked down at John who hadn't recovered, and said in a serious voice, "John, are you ready?"

John squinted at him: "Ready?"

"You need to prepare?"

John looked at the complacent detective and obeyed his heart: "It's amazing!"

Sherlock pursed his lips and smiled lightly, his eyes glowed, and John shook the hands they were holding together, and then Sherlock took a step, firmly walking towards their future with John.

"William·Sherlock·Scott·Holmes, DoyoutakeJohn·Hamish·Watsonforyourpartnerforlife,tolivetogetherafterGod'sordinance,intheholyestateofmatrimonyWillyoulove,honor,comfort,andcherishhimfromthisdayforward,forsakingallothers,keepingonlyuntohimforaslongasyoubothshallll ive"

"Ido."

"John Hamish Watson, Doyou take William Sherlock Scott Holmes for your partner for life, to live together after God's order, in the holy estate of matrimony Will you love, honor, comfort, and cherish him from this day forward, for taking all others, keeping only unto him for as long as you both shall ive”

"Ido."

"Therings, please."

Sherlock puts the ring on John and John puts the ring on Sherlock.

When people were cheering and expecting to kiss, and various media rushed to take pictures, Sherlock squeezed John's fingers, and John looked up.With a glance, the two reached a tacit understanding, just like they were chasing criminals on the streets of London that day, they crossed the crowd and rushed to their No. B221 Baker Street.

Behind him, Harry staggered and shouted: "Brother, fuck/die Holmes!"

Mycroft smiled, "Oh?"

Claire held her back before Harry waved his fist, and said helplessly, "Harry, you only had one glass of wine."

"But I want to get drunk."

Harry winked playfully at Claire and snorted at Mycroft.

Mycroft flicked his sleeves and signaled the man in black to escort the Holmes family away.The monkey backed by the bald eagle boldly provokes the rabbit, making the situation uneasy, and the Sherlock Holmes family has a lot of interests involved, so they have to be careful now. FUCKING MONKEY!

As for Sherlock, Mycroft was now quite relieved.With Sherlock by John's side, no one can endanger their safety, and Sherlock's sharp eyes will rule out all adverse factors to spend his honeymoon.

"John, we have 10 minutes to pack up."

"What? Sherlock, where are we going?"

"Honeymoon."

"Where?"

"Oh, Sherlock, I hate your mysticism!"

"Worry, you love when I solve mysteries."

"You're going to eat me."

"Because I'm Sherlock, you are my John."

Sherlock smiled, and John surrendered.

The wind never stops, and the story of Sherlock Holmes and Watson continues.

The author has something to say: this is the end of the text, let’s sprinkle flowers??????

Next, you can leave a message to tell me where you want their honeymoon to be. If you don’t want their honeymoon...I think so? So I will still write, the sweet honeymoon is the best!