【Detective Sherlock】Im Sherlock

"'Yes,' said the woman, 'the case is closed.'

We were about to rise to leave, but something in the woman's tone caught Holmes' attention.

'Your life is not your own,' he said, 'you cannot dispose of it yourself. '

'Is it of any use to others? '

'how do you know?The very fact of patiently enduring torture is the most precious lesson in an impatient world. '

The woman replied horribly.She lifted the veil and stepped into the light.

'I doubt you can stand it? 'she says. "(excerpt from original work)

Just as John finished reading this paragraph, the barrage exploded instantly.John saw a bunch of "No!", a group of heartbroken villains, and a large wave of Chinese bullet screens that he couldn't understand formed a frenzied screen.

John was dumbfounded.Did he say something?He tried to find an explanation.

A flashing red barrage appeared: John, you know nothing.

John frowned, he didn't understand what was going on, what didn't he understand?

An inconspicuous gray barrage caught his attention: Sherlock couldn't stand it.

John's heart skipped a beat, and he closed the notebook with a snap.He subconsciously looked at the opposite sofa.The black sofa opposite was empty, and Sherlock wasn't there.

John looked puzzled and dazed.He swallowed a few times, feeling thirsty.So he put down his notebook and picked up the teacup, but when he reached his mouth, he found it was empty, so he wanted to go to the kitchen to make another pot.He stood up and thought about where the kitchen was for a second. When he walked to the kitchen, he remembered that the teapot was still on the small round table.John stared stupidly at the teacup in his hand, and quickly walked back to the armchair to pick up the teapot.

There was still tea in the teapot.

Fuck!

Holding the teacup in his right hand and the teapot in his left hand, John froze in place. He looked at Sherlock's exclusive sofa again.He thought: Why have I never sat on Sherlock's sofa?

Sherlock's habits.No, he chose the armchair.

That day, Sherlock ran quickly over 17 steps and stopped, holding the doorknob and waiting patiently for him to come up on crutches.He opened the door for him, and he entered, sitting in the dark red armchair opposite the black sofa.That was the second time they met, and then he became his roommate.

The phone rang suddenly, and John was startled.He put down the teacup and teapot in a hurry, and took out his mobile phone from the crack of the couch with difficulty.

"Hello?"

"John!" It was Harry's growling voice, "You did not tell me that I am your sister when you started the live broadcast!"

"Harry?" John took the phone away from his ear, and waited for Harry to finish his rant before starting the conversation, "How do you know I'm on a live broadcast?"

"How do I know? The whole world knows, how could I not know! You suddenly disappeared in the middle of the live broadcast, you..."

"Wait, what do you mean the whole world knows me? What are you talking about? What's going on here?"

John was completely stunned. He knew that he was a little famous, and the case he wrote about Sherlock was loved by many people, but he didn't know that his live broadcast would be such a sensation.

"That's what I should be asking you! John, what the hell is going on?!"

Harry roared again. John ignored his poor eardrums and hurriedly asked, "What do you mean the whole world knows?"

"Ha! My poor John, you will understand."

Harry was pleased, and she hung up the phone immediately after she finished speaking, leaving John on the other end of the phone listening to the busy signal, confused.

The siren sounded from far away, and John seemed to have found a savior. He put down his mobile phone and quickly opened the door before the hurried footsteps reached the stairs: "Charlotte... Inspector Lestrade?"

"John, are you all right?" the inspector gasped.

"I am fine."

Facing the detective who was about to collapse, John was even more devastated.

"How could you be okay? My God, John, do you know that our police station is going to be blown up?! The Christmas shop ordering phone is not so busy, it is a disaster! They all say you have an accident, but Now you're standing in front of me and saying you're fine! I...I..."

John immediately closed the door and isolated himself from the inspector: "Calm down! Calm down! Inspector, I'm fine. This may be a misunderstanding." John realized that the inspector seemed to be out of breath, and his judgment was based not only on the He is an experienced doctor, and because of his experience, he almost strangled Sherlock that time.

"Misunderstanding?" The detective's sharp voice.

John wanted to appease the furious inspector, but as soon as he opened the door, the inspector answered a phone call and left in a hurry.Before leaving, he gritted his teeth and threw a sentence at him: "John, you owe me an explanation!"

explain?Slumped limp in an armchair, John wanted an explanation more than anyone else!

When did he get so much attention?He was just looking for something to do in his free time, and by the way, he wanted to clean up his title of computer idiot.

Look! He can play the most fashionable live broadcast!

But now... John felt like a complete idiot!

The author has something to say: Sometimes reading the original work, you can be abused to the point of ∏_∏

pps: Chapter 5 failed the review, can you see it?What did I write, why was it reviewed several times by the Internet, but still failed?I didn't upload my meat, it's impossible!Why?