【Detective Sherlock】Im Sherlock

This case made John very angry, and Sherlock once again confronted the gunman alone and almost died.

After picking Sherlock from the hospital with a broken leg, John didn't say a word.John remained silent, despite Sherlock's relentless jokes.

Sherlock: "Are you trying to be cool with me?"

john "..."

Sherlock: "You can't be cooler than me. Do you know why?"

John: "..."

Sherlock smirked: "Because I told the coldjest (cold joke) all the way, Iamsupercool~"

John: "..."

The smirk disappeared in an instant, Sherlock moved his lame leg close to the car window, and threw his back to John: "OK, boring."

The taxi driver peeked at the two people in the back seat through the rearview mirror. The coolest car atmosphere in history made him miserable.Fortunately, 221B Baker Street is coming soon.

At the destination, Mr. Blonde, who had been silent all this time, paid the fare and got out of the car neatly. Mr. Curly-hair moved his injured leg slowly and opened the door with great difficulty.Then Mr. Blonde, who came down first, turned back and helped Mr. Curly with a sigh.Mr. Curly-hair put his arms around Mr. Blonde's shoulders, proudly raised his eyebrows and smiled at Mr. Driver.

The driver, who was watching all this the whole time, felt hurt, stepped on the gas pedal and walked away.He thought bitterly in his heart: Mr. curly hair is really very cunning!

Here, Sherlock was leaning on John with all his heart, and he did not forget to hum a few times and frowned a few times, attracting John's more careful support.

It's a pity that the scene was too much, John suddenly squatted down and said, "I'll carry you on my back."

Sherlock was stunned. Seeing that Sherlock hadn't moved for a long time, the short John grabbed Sherlock impatiently, put his hands on Sherlock's thighs, put his back on his back and walked into the corridor.

Sherlock's whole body was stiff, but his clever brain immediately finished receiving the information around him, and ordered in a deep voice, "Go in and close the door."

"Ah, my dear boy, I haven't seen you snuggle up to anyone since you were walking. You make me miss the cute way you used to follow my ass to cuddle .”

Sherlock was annoyed, his lips were tightly shut, and he narrowed his eyes to look at Mycroft, who was standing next to the car with a black umbrella.Mycroft approached with a smile: "Don't look at me like that, I'll think you want to hug me if you look at me like that."

On the contrary, Sherlock was calm and hugged John's neck with a proud face: "Don't carry it, but hug it." The voice was not too loud, and John and Mycroft could hear it clearly.

John staggered and almost threw Sherlock, but Mycroft changed the black umbrella to the other hand, and laughed even more happily: "Since your relationship has developed to this level, it's better to hit another day." Why don't you get engaged today."

Mrs. Hudson, who just came out of the kitchen, just heard this sentence, and her eyes lit up: "Engagement? Oh, great! I'm going to send a tweet to tell everyone, everyone will be so happy! Oh, Sherlock, you It'll crush Little John, come down quickly."

"enough!"

The veins on John's forehead were throbbing. He put down Sherlock and turned around to approach Mycroft: "Your dear boy is going to kill himself again, please take him away!" John finished shouting, panting heavily, looking Without looking at Sherlock, he quickly walked up the stairs and disappeared.

Sherlock, who had been looking at John, had a gloomy face. Mycroft quickly blocked Mrs. Hudson's questioning gaze on Sherlock, and said slowly, "I think it would be better if the good news is released two days later, Fu Hua Meng Meng Isn't that more responsible, Mrs. Hudson?"

Mrs. Hudson nodded understandingly: "Young people, it's fun to quarrel, and it will always make up." She winked at Mycroft and went back to the kitchen. Her biscuits were ready.

"Sherlock, you look like a serial killer now," Mycroft said, turning to Sherlock.

Sherlock's face was serious: "Thank you for the compliment, you can go."

"John asked me to take you away."

"John said I was going to stay with him."

"Which one?"

Sherlock hopped up the stairs on one leg: "Every sentence."

Mycroft shrugged and left, waving his black umbrella.

Jumping and jumping to the 17th step, there was a vibration in the coat pocket, Sherlock stopped in front of the door and opened the text message: "My dear boy, I don't agree with your plan, but I support you. Start now, be prepared to bear Get everything ready."

Fiery vitality burst out from Sherlock's calm exterior, and his limbs trembled with excitement.He closed the phone, pushed open the door, and announced to John, who was sulking in the armchair, "I'm getting married."

The author has something to say: Don’t look at me like this~ My face will turn into a red apple~Don’t pester me like a koala~I don’t want to be friends with you yet~

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Really, it's not my fault, it was Mike who started it first.