[Shen Xia] When Watson has Twitter

#黑桃姐姐的同人文——流生如梦#

My name is John Watson, now John Soul Watson.

When I woke up, I was lying on the ground with a table leg stuck in my stomach.This is not a joke, because I was taken aback too.I reached out to remove it, but my hand went through the wooden table leg. I stood up, touched my belly, and found that I was actually unscathed.

But actually, it was enough to scare me, because I found myself a spirit, and it wasn't a good feeling to feel light.

"God." The familiar scene tells me that this place is still 221B, and I can even see the cookies I like on the table I poked just now - these are brought back by Sherlock, I just think this is He got it from his brother.

However, everything was different, because I saw my dead body on the armchair.

John Watson, who was bleeding from his chest, had lost his luster and sat there motionless. The blood in his chest had stagnated, as if he was dead. Well, since I am floating here, it means that "I" is dead.

I looked at my watch, it was ten twenty in the morning, and my memory seemed to be stuck in ten minutes ago.

The fact that "I" died hit me a little bit, but the truth is that at this point, there was nothing I could do.I sat down - since I was lighter than air I could sit in whatever position I wanted - and tried to recall everything I could.

It has been more than a year since Sherlock left the UK, and today is a rare day off. I warmed up milk for Mir and poured him a plate of S-brand dog food. He seemed to be in a good mood, with his furry head in my arms For a long time.I wanted to clean up the house, so I asked Mrs. Hudson to take him out for a walk, I guess they're still in the park now.

Then, as I was standing in front of the couch reaching for Mr. Skull on the mantelpiece to dust him off, I felt movement.

It's a soldier's nature, and I've always been sensitive to my backside, and basically I can't stand anyone getting close to my backside except Sherlock.So I turned my head, and what I saw was the sniper on the opposite side of the window, a bullet broke through the window, and then my heart hurt.

Looks like he was a good shot, a one-shot kill, and kind enough to let me fall back on the couch.

My first reaction was regret, even if I die, I still have to know why I died, followed by regret, if I reacted faster just now, I might not have to die.

But Sherlock wasn't there... luckily Sherlock wasn't there...

Not long after I was overwhelmed by this strange emotion, I heard a voice outside the door. It was Lestrade who opened the door, and Mycroft was behind him.In fact, I wasn't surprised that they would come. I'm used to the ubiquitous surveillance cameras in 221B. It's pretty quick for them to collect my body in such a short time.

I stood there, staring at them, and I was sure they couldn't see me, because I floated over to Mycroft and watched him carefully.

He did have symptoms of a receding hairline.

"My God... my God!" I heard Lestrade shouting, he knelt on one knee beside the sofa, and reached out to touch my wrist, without any throbbing coldness that seemed to stimulate | him.Poor Mr. Inspector's eyes widened. I saw red blood in them. It seems that he hasn't had a good rest recently.

I could feel Lestrade's sadness, and anger, and it was amazing how the tides of emotions that were clearly intangible came to me, and I could tell them easily.

Mycroft obviously knew the news before him, and he was calm enough. He walked over and grabbed Lestrade's arm and pulled him up: "Don't move him, the ambulance is almost here."

Lestrade's lips were trembling, and I'm sure I saw moisture in the corners of Mr. Inspector's eyes.He held Mycroft's hand to stand still, and almost gritted his teeth: "How could this be, my good doctor...he shouldn't be lying here, he has never provoked anyone!"

Mycroft didn't speak, but I muttered: "Good Inspector, I've provoked quite a few people. Criminals all over London want to kill me."

Mycroft must have known this too, but he said nothing.He reached out and hugged Lestrade gently—I knew they had an affair—then he tightened his hand holding the black umbrella: “We want to know who did all this, we will know who did it all of these."

"I'm going to kill them." Lestrade's always benevolent voice was hoarse.

"I'll kill them." Mycroft narrowed his eyes, and I saw him quickly survey everything around him. He didn't let go of Lestrade, but his eyes were already looking at the broken window.

The Sherlock Holmes family is always very clever, but this murder is not difficult at all, simple and brutal.

I should have thanked Mycroft—although he couldn't see me—but I floated and hid in the fireplace, because my light body couldn't bear the turbulent emotions.

I noticed just now that after I became a ghost, I seemed to be particularly sensitive to people's emotions. After Mycroft said that sentence, my anger suddenly exploded, and I felt that he was going to set me on fire.

Perhaps Mycroft didn't dislike me so much as he seemed.

This is the only good thing today.

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I know that Sherlock is not dead. He left England after he was revived to avoid possible counterattacks from the remnants of Moriarty's party. He refused to let me follow for my safety, but obviously, London is not safe either. It's like a piece of iron bucket.

The sniper's bullet was late for more than a year and still hit my body, bang, and exploded, completely cutting off all my vitality.

"I" was transported out of 221B, Mir seemed to be able to feel what happened, and lay on the small rug at the door of my bedroom every day, basically not moving except when going to eat or go to the bathroom.But I don’t know if animals are more psychic. When I occasionally float by its side, I can see Mir’s tail shaking, and then look left and right as if looking for me.It makes me happy, after all, it's nice to have a little creature feel my presence.I can't touch it, but spending time with Mir has consumed all of my time.

Mrs. Hudson cried at night for a long time, and I could feel her sorrow even in my sleep in the wall.But there was nothing I could do to comfort her, and it made me sad.

She's a good lady and she'll be strong, but I'm still guilty of Sherlock and I leaving her.

I tried to step out the door, but I drew back before I was out on the street.I'm very sensitive to people's emotions, so as long as there are more people, I will be overwhelmed, which is a bad feeling.

221B is also very good, I know and love it here, and it feels good to sleep in the wall.

Just not being able to go to my own funeral didn't make me very happy.

After more than ten days, I can already get used to being a ghost.I don't know if everyone will become a ghost after death, but in fact, this feeling is not very bad. Except that I can no longer eat and drink coffee, my life is very ordinary, is it Mrs. Hudson? Squatting next to her sofa and watching TV dramas with her has become a rare entertainment.

"How could anyone not like Sheldon? He's so cute." Mrs. Hudson watched TV, holding a cup of coffee in her hand, and took a sip, talking to herself.

I shrugged my shoulders: "Maybe he fought with Sherlock when he was an asshole, but anyway, this person will occasionally say a few words of comfort and sing "Sweet Cat"."

Mrs. Hudson certainly couldn't hear me, but she enjoyed watching it nonetheless.I was also very happy to watch it with her. This movie is good, but the Leonard in it always makes me feel familiar and sympathetic.

But he is better than me, there is a beautiful woman who is willing to be his girlfriend, and I... I was taken as a boyfriend by a man who is more vicious than Sheldon.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the door being opened.That was a hasty movement, not even a polite question.I was taken aback, and Mrs. Hudson was so obviously taken aback that she picked up the pistol directly behind the sofa cushions.

"Mrs. Hudson, why do you have a gun?" This made me even more surprised. Obviously, the good wife's skillful posture of holding a gun does not match her usual lenient image.

But Mrs. Hudson didn't have time to answer me. She went out cautiously, and then let out a scream.

I floated out along the wall, and then I saw the man blocked by Mrs. Hudson at the door.

He was wearing a black overcoat, a blue scarf covered his pale neck, his curly black hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, his face was pale, and his lips had no trace of blood.

He looked at Mrs. Hudson, then put his hands on the shoulders of the poor lady: "Tell me, where is John!"

I stood aside, staring at him, and then opened my mouth: "Sherlock..."

But no one answered me, because the man had already run up the stairs, leaving Mrs. Hudson still in shock, and me standing still.

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-Comment:

-Anthea【Author】: Excavation of a new pit, please do not reprint~

-Harry: So, my brother was written to death by you? QAQ is not happy

-Anthea [Author]: I think it's interesting, isn't it?Back then, the good doctor shed a lot of tears for the injured BOSS brother, this time the big detective should also experience that feeling

-SH: Tears?

-JW: Don't ask, Sherlock, what you should do now is go out and visit Mir, it hasn't seen you for a long time, you have to be nice to it

-SH: But you're all dead, I want to know how you died

-JW: You won't know today, come back tomorrow, now, don't talk nonsense, go out, you haven't been out for a few days

-SH: It’s obviously because of you that I can’t go out. Also, why don’t you even get out of bed and let me go out?

-JW: (￣ε(#￣)☆╰╮(￣▽￣///)

-GL: Am I the first to be there?

-MH: obviously

-Harry: By the way, LS, do you really dislike my brother?my brother is so cute

-MH: My brother is cute too

-GL: Come on, Mycroft, you've been worrying about the good doctor

-Anthea [Author]: Yes

-JW: Thank you very much, Mycroft

-SH: Dear brother, is your toothache cured yet?I heard you gained weight recently

-MH: it's skinny

The author has something to say: Sorry for the update

The fanfiction that you guys want to see is here~ Meme~

So, here is #泰迪死亡短#, touch your chin, this will be a story of HE~ I mean, I’m not lying, if it wasn’t for HE, I would commit seppuku in minutes~

Send a moving picture~ In other words, generally speaking, if you have milk on your mouth, shouldn't you just pounce on it and lick it off? 【Mud

Welfare claw machine party:

#Twitter finishing#

MH: Didi was beaten by his sister-in-law, and my wife stopped me from saving him.

-Comment:

-JW: Who is the sister-in-law! ! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

-GL: And I'm not called "Ma'am" either! ! ! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

-Anthea: Boss, I have confirmed that your brother is fine, the video has been sent, please accept it.

-SH: MH don't bother me and john! ! !Get your people away from the CCTV! ! !

-Harry: Anthea wants a high-definition video! ! !Seek colleagues! ! ! ! JW, you have to know if you are on it!Our Watson's family is not below! ! !

-Mrs.Hudson: It's common for young couples to flirt, don't be a light bulb~~

-GL: It's time for MH to sleep! !Don't spin around all the time, the ground will wear out! ! !You can visit your brother tomorrow!sleep now! ! ! ! !

-Molly: SHJW congratulations on the reunion and being together~~bytheway, I will bring my boyfriend to visit you in a few days~~

-GL: MH I don't let you sleep on the bed and scratch the sheets (╯°°)╯︵┻━┻

[Brother Mai, you always have the ability to provoke two people with one sentence, the sister-in-law group has worked hard~ Also, I want a high-definition video too! 】

MH: ry, your brother must be below... It is obvious that the men of the Sherlock Holmes family will not be inferior

【...Although I am not reconciled, but I still agree】