Doctor Who and Tsundere Detective

Sherlock tore off the four nicotine patches from his arm and threw them on the coffee table. Sherlock was in a daze remembering the memory, when Watson had finished writing the case novel and was about to pour himself a cup of coffee to ease his thumping Watson frowned. He was surprised that as soon as he touched the computer and began to record Sherlock's case, he seemed to be trapped in his own head. He didn't even feel that he was typing until he finished writing the case. He regained control of his body after sending it out, which made Watson very disgusted. He hated this John's narration method, which was straightforward and without any gorgeous adjectives. He was resentful and even afraid of it. John is still in this body, Watson sips his coffee and shakes his head, there's no way this body doesn't even look like Martin.

Watson looked at Sherlock, who was sitting on the sofa in a daze, frowning. He still doesn't know why?Why was he taken to the Tower of London for interrogation?Is it because of my own sentence 'you are time-traveled'? Watson couldn't help sneering at himself, how could he have forgotten that Mycroft had sent people to monitor Sherlock all the time, did he really expose himself?But MI5 and the Tower of London are not an institution. How would Mycroft know about the Doctor? Watson's little head couldn't figure out where he was exposed, and the relationship between MI5 and the Tower of London...

Watson finally made a decision. He decided that if he made Sherlock like him, maybe things would be much easier, and he would not have to be monitored or even used by Sherlock. The best result is that he can use Sherlock , Watson thought, this idea shows that he is not very smart, and Sherlock doesn't like this kind of smart people, and even hates it, but if it is taken as a joke, Sherlock thinks it may be a little mean.

So Watson walked up to Sherlock, picked up the four nicotine patches he'd left on the coffee table, threw them in the trash, and put his hand on Sherlock's shoulder as he sat by his side, with the other on Sherlock's thigh. : "If you don't want nicotine to continue murdering your brain cells, for God's sake! You'd better post less of this stuff, or I don't mind being your [prevention and harmony] drug nurse."

Sherlock frowned, what Watson said was wrong, and it was outrageously wrong, and his word order and language habits were also different from his usual, Sherlock guessed that he was deliberately imitating, he should be imitating the John that the Doctor said, Sherlock turned He glanced over at Watson and sneered: "In fact, nicotine does not kill brain cells [as if I read a popular science saying that it is not nicotine that kills brain cells but other substances in cigarettes]. To a certain extent, nicotine It can even stimulate the activity of the brain, just like chocolate, it can make the thalamus produce dopamine, and dopamine is the only way to excite my brain...Why don't you, a medical student, know?"

Sherlock stared at Watson, which made Watson tremble all over. Sherlock's eyes were sharp like a hawk, and Watson felt scared. He felt that he was a field mouse in the dry land. There was nowhere to hide, and Watson retracted almost instantly. He patted his hand on Sherlock: "This... haha, I really don't know what you are suspicious of. I have schizophrenia. Besides, Mycroft has investigated it! I am indeed Watson. Isn't the DNA also checked?"

Yes, that's right, even though Watson said everything about him, but he kept biting himself to death afterwards was actually delusional and schizophrenic, and he firmly believed that this sentence would be able to fulfill all his lies.

"Oh, Dear! Look at you mess!" Mrs. Hudson went upstairs with her lunch. From the first time Mrs. Hudson saw Watson, she thought he was a teenager, because Watson was not tall, fair-looking and good-looking. He looks like an ignorant kid, even his clothes are exaggerated and novel like a teenager, with a bit of fashion. From the very beginning, Mrs. Hudson exclaimed and warned Sherlock to tell him not to start with 'teenagers', Because Watson is wearing silk and corduroy clothes and even sprayed with perfume, this is a typical gay dress [actually there is no gay dress, this plot is to make Mrs. Hudson misunderstand], but I don’t blame Mrs. Hudson for misunderstanding, Watson looks like He is fair and well-dressed... Sassy [anti-harmony] and wearing perfume, no matter how Mrs. Hudson looks at it, she thinks that Sherlock has taken a fancy to this fair-looking young homeless man on the street. This is Mrs. Hudson's daily life. Must ask question: "Dear, do you really not have to go to school?"

Watson got up from the couch and held his coffee mug. He was about to drink some more coffee. He must have been a little too awake to talk to Sherlock. When he turned around, he saw Mrs. Hudson. He didn't need to ask him to know that Mrs. Hudson would definitely Asked the question he must ask every day, Watson frowned and then smiled helplessly: "Mrs. Hudson! I'm really not a teenager, I'm already in my 30s..." [It should be this age... Anyway, I will press The actor's age is coming! 】

Hudson shook his head and said she wouldn't believe it, Watson is so reckless and youthful, he can't even make bean stew, and he goes out to gay bars every night, every night when Mrs. Hudson can't sleep, he can see it Watson came back reeking of alcohol, and even holding a few tissues with lip prints and gay bar logos on it. Mrs. Hudson looked at Watson with wide eyes and shrugged in disbelief. Sherlock placed the measuring cups, measuring cylinders, and glass bottles on the long kitchen table On the side, put the French fries and Shepherd's Pie on the dinner plate on the dining table: "Sherlock, Watson! Come and eat."

Sherlock took a sip of the half-cold milk tea, and Sherlock raised his eyebrows, looking at the shepherd's pie served in Mrs. Hudson's outfit, as well as some mud on the black leather boots and the color should be sheep. Shit, it seems that Mrs. Hudson has found a reliable person this time, but these two people probably don't get along for long. Hudson always finds some unreliable people every time. It's not that Hudson has the physique to attract trouble , Sherlock once said that Mrs. Hudson is not too unlucky, she just likes to stimulate her, but she has found it a few times like this, the other party is an honest person, and Mrs. Hudson gets bored when they get along a few times, because compared to a peaceful life Mrs. Hudson prefers an exciting life, otherwise she would not be able to rent the house to Sherlock. Sherlock looked at Mrs. Hudson's happy face and said, "It's a wise decision to choose to have a picnic today, Mrs. Hudson. I wish you a good time." Have fun!"

"Thankyou! Sweethart!" Mrs. Hudson put her arms around Sherlock's long head [pink to deep and naturally black] and kissed it, which is one of the rare things Sherlock didn't criticize her for saying that she found another unreliable This makes him feel very comfortable, maybe this time she can live with a reliable person.

After dinner, Sherlock changed clothes and held a harpoon. Sherlock was bored. He was going to go out to kill a pig. When he was going to go out, Mrs. Hudson brought a little girl holding a bear. The little girl's skin Very white with a big blue bow on his head, brown and black hair in curls, a blue and white short skirt, white stockings, and black leather shoes, he timidly clutches the hand of a middle-aged woman beside him, Sherlock saw that the woman was from the Middle East, with shoulder-length black short hair, the woman was very beautiful and looked young, and seemed to be well maintained, but from the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, it seemed that the woman was at least 40, and the woman was dressed very smartly, Coupled with the fact that the child did not seem to have any blood relationship with the woman, and the woman was holding the little girl's hand but standing upright, Sherlock deduced that it was a specially trained nanny hired by the army for this family, at least engaged in military security-related work The family, and the nanny also seemed to be a person who had been through the war, unconsciously standing and walking, and unconsciously twisting his left hand, as if his left forearm had never been shot.

Watson saw that the client quickly moved two chairs and placed them in front of the sofa. He smiled and touched the little girl's head while watching the child and said, "Your child is so cute!"

Sherlock put the harpoon aside and sat on his sofa, Sherlock rubbed his frown, this Watson really ruined his professionalism as a consulting detective when he came up, Sherlock crossed his hands: "Sorry ma'am, he is still a Novice, then may I ask your little master to come to me if you have any questions, you are the nanny of this little girl!"

"Yes, Mr. Holmes." The young woman hugged the little girl and put it on the chair, she didn't sit down but stood straight on the side.

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes!" The little girl's voice was soft, like sweet candy, and the eyes seemed to reflect water. The little girl stretched out her chubby little finger and pointed to the other side of the sofa.

Sherlock frowned and looked in the direction his fingers were pointing at. Watson was frowning and holding his head with clenched fists, as if in pain, with blood streaming from his nose. Sherlock said to the little girl and the young woman Sorry, reported Watson, who was about to ball himself into a ball, to the upstairs room, and then went downstairs to listen to the little girl describe what he wanted to commission.

This reminded Sherlock of his classmate entrusting him to investigate the matter in the bank. At that time, Watson was also very unprofessional, drawing a picture of Suzhou Code, and he was looking under his seat to find out where he could only see that picture. At that time, he suddenly found Watson standing at the painting and looked at it for a few moments, then went straight to a room, followed by Sherlock, and saw Watson sitting on a chair with his feet on the table and said ironically without raising his head: "Sherlock , looking from the origin to other directions is much easier than finding the origin from other directions, at least there is no need to jump up and down." No need to jump up and down? Sherlock wanted to laugh, had the guy ever been to school?The painting of Suzhou yards is like a podium, and from this podium, you can see all the places and all the positions at a glance, so Sherlock has to 'jump up and down' to find that seat, because you can only see it from below Exactly where only the painting could be seen, Sherlock looked at Watson and he knew everything.

Watson, who was put on the bed, held his head and felt uncomfortable for a while, then sat up and wiped the nosebleed under his nose, and then said with a disdainful expression: "What kind of agent! It's just a little policeman who has performed several secret missions, Not even a special police officer, but how can I not remember that I have watched the first and second seasons no less than ten times, and the one who only watched the first season is actually the soul who is called a special agent... It seems that from when I first became Watson This soul exists, and part of it is fused with me, but it is really wishful thinking to swallow my soul, and actually wants to compete with me for this body."

Watson was stunned for a moment while saying that, then his eyes widened and his brows were frowning as he muttered, "What... that girl just now... Lily of the Valley, that rabbit? No... Obviously Irene Adler hasn't even appeared yet, yet There's a swimming pool... neither does Moriarty, how could it be... the Hound of the Baskervilles?"

The author has something to say:

In short, I think it would be more ironic to combine the two.

Otherwise, this character will be too strange for a while.

Now it can be officially said that he is a genius!

In other words, for the sake of anti, this should not be regarded as Su, so I read this article again because it is anti Xiaobai

I really want to say that the setting of the rich second generation is too foolish. What does it mean to save on luxury goods in life and not be able to stop the car... When we were in elementary school, there was a rich second generation in our class who didn't make money...

There is another one, what does it mean that Watson's body can bear heavy things, but he can't bear it mentally?

I really feel that Xiaobai begs not to write Sherlock from now on.

Speaking of listening to storytelling recently, what are you doing!It’s Harry Potter’s storytelling Guo Heming, not me saying that his understanding is really deep, like the analysis of the characters, about the Germanic peoples, Celts and Anglo-Saxons, the homework has been done well