[Shen Xia] When Watson has Twitter

This voice is familiar to me, although it is a bit embarrassing, but in fact, even in my sleep, I have dreamed of it countless times, but when I really heard it, I didn't make any movement for a while.

"I assume that since you answered my call, it proves that I didn't disturb your sleep. In that case, John, shut your mouth that grew out of surprise, and sit down on the sofa."

Even though he hasn't seen him for a long time, Sherlock's ability to annoy people has not weakened.I sat up, which alarmed Mir a little, so I reached out and stroked Mir's fur to lull him to sleep, then got off the couch, got up and sat in my seat by the fireplace: "You should be grateful, Sherlock, You were not in front of me, or I might have punched you in the face out of surprise."

The wind on the opposite side was quieter, and it seemed that Sherlock had entered a place where he could shelter from the sea breeze: "This joke is not funny."

I bent my lips: "I didn't tell a joke, but it's okay, Sherlock, I need to know where you are and whether you are safe."

There was a sound of closing the door on the other side of the phone, and then I heard Sherlock exhale softly: "I'm not far from England, but forgive me, I can't keep my promise to spend Christmas with you. But I'm glad The signal here is not bad, but the power system is not very good, I just went out to tinker with it, but fortunately it is not very difficult."

"You've always been able to do anything." I put the Union Jack cushions behind me so I could sit more comfortably.The warm red lights in the house are still beautiful and warm, and the dancing flames in the fireplace make me feel warm.Sherlock's deep voice is like the best music, it relaxes me and makes me happy.

"You should have taped that, John, when I tell you how I figured it out you'll probably think it's so easy and withdraw your compliment."

I was amused by Sherlock's words, and for the first time in a while I really wanted to smile: "No, you know I always like to compliment you."

"I just broke off the blades on the wind turbine and it moved."

"...well, it's easy."

Sherlock looked a little depressed because of my words, but this depression didn't last long, because he began to tell me what he had seen and heard during this time.Obviously he has been to many places, not just the small islands and ancient towns last time, he has traveled all over three continents and solved many cases.

I love the case of the Brazilian musketeers, but that doesn't make it into my blog for Sherlock's wit.

Sherlock is still talking, in fact, since he can speak so smoothly, it is enough to prove that his current position is very safe.

"John," he broke off abruptly, then his voice sank slightly, "Merry Christmas, and, I miss you so much."

I hold the phone tightly, Sherlock, who never likes to speak love words, always expresses his feelings clearly and straightforwardly, but his deep voice is like the best aphrodisiac, making me very excited all the time .I have so much to say to him, but only Sherlock can figure it out for himself.

In times of nervousness, I would fumble for the ring on my hand, which has become almost a habit: "I miss you too, Sherlock, but I just want you to be well."

Sherlock smiled, his laughter seemed to be squeezed from the depths of his throat, low and emotional: "Maybe I won't be able to contact you for a while, but when the time comes, I will go back to see you, I promise."

I nodded, and then it sounded that Sherlock couldn't see it, so I said: "Yes, Sherlock, I am always looking forward to that day."

Immediately the sea wind picked up again, and I heard the sound of something indistinct banging on the door, and I thought he walked out of the house again and went outside.But Sherlock's voice didn't stop, saying he needed to talk to stay awake.I didn't stop him, although I wondered why he didn't stay in the house at night and went out.

I smiled as he said, but suddenly, the phone was cut off, obviously the signal on the other side was not as good as what Sherlock said.

This frustrates me because I don't know his number, and the phone he's using is phone-blocked and I can't find a trace.Fortunately, the phone rang again immediately, and I pressed the answer button, and then, Sherlock's deep and magnetic voice came out, without the intrusion of Haifeng and other noises, making his voice sexy and pure: "Dear John , it should be on Christmas Eve when you heard this voice, I hope you have returned home."

"Of course I..."

But my words were immediately interrupted by him: "As compensation for not being by your side, and as an apology, I am going to give you a gift. You can turn on the speakerphone, and if Mir is by your side, you can also let him listen."

I pressed the speakerphone, and then clapped my hands lightly.Mir blinked, raised his head, saw me waving at it, and stretched lazily, jumped off the sofa, ran over, jumped onto my lap, and lay down again.I put the mobile phone on the small round table beside me, and then, a melodious violin sound came out.

Sherlock likes to play music casually, but this time he chose a Mendelssohn violin piece, because I mentioned that I like Mendelssohn.There is no doubt that he has the level and skills comparable to a professional master, but he also has emotions and passions that cannot be replicated.This is my gift, and I have every reason to enjoy it.

Mir wouldn't be awakened by Sherlock's music, in fact he quite enjoyed it, even if Sherlock played the unpleasant music when he was thinking, he would nest at that person's feet and listen quietly.I put my hand on it, and it licked my fingertips with its warm tongue.

I close my eyes, lean on the sofa cushions, and let the music lull me to sleep.Sherlock's music makes me intoxicated, just as his voice, his eyes, and his lips make me fascinated and crazy.

"I sincerely hope that you will return soon, my Mr. Detective." I muttered this sentence, and not long after, I fell into a dark dream.

In my dream, I dreamed of the scene in Baskerville for the first time. He stood under the night sky and played a violin piece for me. His blue-green eyes were pressed against me tightly, and there was something I liked at the corner of his mouth. radian.

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Looking at the surveillance video on the wall, Mycroft confirmed that Watson had fallen asleep, and gently hung up the phone in his hand.

Then, he pressed the pause button of the recording pen, and the melodious violin music disappeared in the empty office in an instant.

There was no expression on his face. The sound of Anthea typing on the keyboard came from outside the door. He pursed the corners of his lips, and the scones beside him did not move.His teeth were starting to hurt again, and although Lestrade had gone to the dentist with him last weekend, it was clear that violent mood swings had also caused his teeth to become sensitive.

On Christmas night, he was not at Holmes Manor, but left Greg alone, and then returned to the office by himself.He shied away because of the recent situation in Ukraine, but God knows, when Anthea sent a red text message representing a level one alert, his heart was in his throat.

He was doomed not to come home tonight, and hoped his good Inspector wouldn't be mad at him when he saw Greg tomorrow.

Mycroft's pale fingers picked up the letter in front of him. None of them were signed, but the complicated and beautiful cursive script on them made him recognize his brother's handwriting at a glance.

These letters followed her letters to Watson. It seemed that Mycroft felt that he was just remembered "by the way" by his brother, but now, he was in no mood to be jealous.

"Sherlock, look what you've done..."

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April 7

Mycroft:

I've spotted the remnants of Moriarty's party, but unfortunately they've caught me hiding in a cabin by the lake.Now I have escaped, but the process is more thrilling and I don't think you are prepared to know.I bought the house and I brought back the woodcut that the guy who kidnapped me had with me, I think it's important evidence, but he looks good, I hope you give it back when you run out, I'm ready to hang on the fireplace.

Also, please keep an eye on Donovan, I don't want this lady to disturb John's life.

SH

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April 12

Mycroft:

The man who stabbed me I think you have found out, and I have every reason to believe that it was your man who saved me.I won't thank you because I don't like your meddling in my work.

But the knife was fine, so I kept it.

In addition, I am going to Germany to find a gang, which may be dangerous. Please monitor John's phone closely. If I have an accident, please play the content of the voice recorder I sent to him.Keep it secret, Mycroft, this is my request.

SH

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His brother's letter to his teddy bear is always soft and sweet honey, and his own is always a cold blade.

"Anthea." Mycroft threw the letter aside, raising his voice slightly.

Anthea quickly entered the office, holding a manuscript in her hand.Recently, the BOSS's younger brother has always been doing some dangerous things, causing the BOSS's mood to remain low, so she also raised [-] points of caution and caution: "Yes, BOSS."

Mycroft tapped the table lightly with his fingertips: "I need to know the location of Sherlock Holmes."

Anthea handed over the folder in her hand: "Boss, the satellite positioning shows that your brother has not moved for three hours, but the monitoring did not capture any pictures."

"Give me the last video captured by surveillance."

Anthea nodded, then picked up the remote control and gave it a thumbs up.

On the wall, the warm 221B was replaced, and what appeared was a dark seashore. A man dressed in black and wearing a hood turned his head slightly, and the arc of his jaw made Mycroft hold it tightly. chair armrests.

This is Sherlock, his brother.

In the following year, Sherlock Holmes, the famous detective, completely lost all information and disappeared without a trace.

The author has something to say: [Ten-mile vest threw a grenade*3] Bear hugs=3333333=

In short, every time Sherlock encounters danger, he will write a letter to Mycroft, informing him that he is still alive, and a letter to Watson Bear. Mention thrilling things [the time of the letter to Mycroft corresponds to the time of the letter to Watson in the previous chapter].Sherlock has been imprisoned and stabbed before, and of course he survived. After all, chasing criminals alone cannot be smooth sailing, and Mo Niang's gangsters are not vegetarians.

And on Christmas night, the first phone call was indeed made by Sherlock, but the line was disconnected due to an accident.And the second call was made by McGod, playing the violin music recorded by Sherlock.

The next chapter is Sherlock's return, do you think about it~【Touch your chin

The point is...why are your little paws entangled, eh~

Claw machine party benefits:

#Yesterday's Twitter finishing#

Mr.Skull: After experiencing several Christmases, I finally climbed to the top of the Christmas tree as I wished [sherlock], and I am finally consummated~~SH

-Comment:

-SH: JW ask for a screenshot! !

-JW: Are you just for screenshots?Don't ask me about my recent situation? (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

-JW:SH

-JW: Well, screenshots sent.How are you? SH

-MH: The above information of JWSH has been encrypted, please pay attention to the recent chat.

-JW: MH: Damn you hacked my phone again! ! ! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

-Anthea: Dear doctor, the boss didn't do this, do you need a recent photo of Sherlock? 0.0

-Try hard to become a top student: Recovering Weibo proves that I have not been sent abroad by Mr. British Government~~~~~ In fact, Mr. British Government is a very good person.Congratulations to Mr. Bones for finally reaching the top of the Christmas tree! ! ! !I hope you can reach the top every [Christmas without a great detective and a good doctor] in the future! !

-harry: oh my poor brother, I know you are sad that your boyfriend passed away, but life has to go on, why don't you come and be with your sister if you want to, I can even be with you if you feel better Sharing my Mr. Rum and Mr. Juniper. ps: don't tell Clara Anthea I think the sherlock picture is a really bad idea

-Anthea: Harry, the photo has been posted.Poor hard work to become a top student, but I haven't found any problems with the computer until now ╮(╯▽╰)╭

-MH: Try to become a top student. What else do you want to eat in the UK? Eat it today. . .

[Every day you can see that trying to become a master is threatened by 23333]

Fan: ... (over the firewall and here again) Long time no see, speaking of any good news recently? ——Since it was exposed, I had to hide abroad and didn’t know Fuhua’s new situation. I feel tired and I don’t like QAQ——It sounds like I saw a man wearing a long black coat in a small coffee shop in a small place. What kind of video do you watch on the computer...→_→Slightly familiar, the characters in the video...Sitting on the sofa, the golden brown hair seems to have faded a lot...Although it looks good after being soaked in water...【Screenshot】【jScreenshot】... ... But unfortunately, he was caught and taken to the police station after a short while!Help! QAQ!

[Actually, you may have to worry about whether there will be something more in the computer, touch your head]