[Shen Xia] When Watson has Twitter

#黑桃姐姐的同人文——流生如梦#

Without hesitation, Sherlock stopped the taxi directly, took out a few banknotes from his pocket, put them in the driver's hand, and dragged me out.

What I disliked the most before was that Sherlock likes to drag me around because he is taller than me and has long legs, but now, the feeling of being held by his wrist is so good.I turned to look at Mr. Driver, he obviously couldn't see me, just took out his mobile phone and didn't know who he was calling.

Probably Mycroft, Mr. Driver will report to him the fact that Sherlock may finally have a "mental illness outbreak" as soon as possible.

The place where we got off the bus was not very far from the destination. Here is a bridge with a beautiful river underneath, which is very beautiful in the afterglow of the setting sun.Sherlock dragged me for a long time. Although he could touch me, I was still light and weightless, and I couldn't even touch the ground, so I always felt like I was always floating upwards like a kite. If it wasn't for Sherlock Stubbornly holding my hand, I felt that I would be put to heaven by him.

"Sherlock, wait." He walked so fast and without saying a word, which disturbed me.I put my free hand on his arm, and Sherlock stopped again.

The man in the dark coat stood motionless by the river, his expression was as calm as before when he turned his head, but his lips were tightly pursed.His face was very pale, which made me uneasy: "You look very bad, Sherlock, you need to go to rest."

"That book didn't lie to me all." Sherlock murmured, and if I hadn't gotten used to his bass line, I'd probably have lost his voice before it was blown away by the river wind.

"Yes, although I haven't really been resurrected, you can see me now anyway, which is very good."

Sherlock didn't continue talking, he looked at me, then nodded: "That's good."

I smiled at him, although I still passed through the streetlights twice, the trash can once, and the bench once, but the fact that I was able to touch Sherlock made me feel very happy: "Lestrade Still waiting for your help, we need to get over now."

Sherlock nodded, but reached out, took my hand in his palm and stuffed it into his coat pocket.

To be honest, I can't feel the warmth of his coat pocket, but when his slender fingers are inserted between my fingers, and when he clenches them tightly, the kind of human warmth comes over, making me almost tremble with happiness .

We were walking on the road as before, talking from time to time, and I deliberately lowered my voice, but Sherlock obviously didn't want to cooperate with me. He still spoke calmly and calmly as usual, and the gazes from passers-by couldn't make him feel at all. feared.

It would be nice if it could be done like this in the future.I didn't tell him this sentence.

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She's softened a lot since Donovan and Anderson got married.Although I still call Sherlock a "freak" when I see him, the original hostility has long since disappeared.

If it wasn't because Anderson was too obsessed with adoring Sherlock, perhaps many Novan's attitudes towards Sherlock would have been better.

"The boss is up there, you can go up by yourself." Donovan stood at the door and dragged Anderson behind him who wanted to speak in front of Sherlock.

Sherlock nodded at him, then opened the door, looked at me and motioned for me to go in first.I looked back at the two people, and sure enough their eyes widened slightly, I could only float in quickly, and Sherlock went in, and then closed the door.

The crime scene is on the second floor, and the structure here looks similar to 221B.Lestrade didn't keep too many detectives here, only Donovan and Anderson, who came in later, were still there.I remember Lestrade once said that Sherlock likes acquaintances, although he sometimes satirizes them, but when people he knows get together, he will be much softer than usual.

"I think you might need a forensic doctor." When Lestrade looked at Sherlock, his eyes were softer than usual, like watching a child throw away candy.

Sherlock's reaction was very light: "No need, I have my own forensic doctor."

Then he looked at me, God behold, I had tried my best to curl up in the corner in order not to attract attention, but Sherlock's undisguised stare at me made me feel chills on my back.So I floated over and pursed my lips slightly: "Sherlock, I think I may not be able to help you."

"You just have to do your usual things." Sherlock looked at me with a focused tone.

What I usually do, besides running around with you, is to praise you. The hymns I have said for you can be thicker than a complete set of Shakespeare.

But obviously I couldn't refuse, so I squatted down and looked at the corpse with a hole in its chest.

I have to say that the murderer's method was very precise, killing me with one shot, and the bullet he used was the same as the one that killed me.I squinted my eyes slightly, and my nose couldn't smell it—now I can basically smell nothing but the body wash on Sherlock—so I can't be sure if he was stimulated|stimulated by drugs.

"Sherlock, I didn't invite you to stand here." Lestrade was a little surprised by Sherlock's calmness.

Sherlock looked back at him: "That's because you need me."

Lestrade choked on his words again, and finally could only say: "God bless."

But immediately, Sherlock's next words brought the powerless eyes of the other three back to Sherlock: "John, what did you find?"

I almost subconsciously looked to the side, and sure enough, they all looked like they had seen a ghost.

"You'll be treated as crazy by them." I felt helpless because I knew Sherlock didn't care.

Sure enough, Sherlock snorted softly: "That's all they have."

Then, he looked through the corpse carefully, then stood up and spoke a series of reasoning.As exquisite as before, the words are precise and full of beauty. After being a ghost, my attention is not as concentrated as before, so in my ears, every word of Sherlock is as beautiful as poetry.

"That's amazing."

"Thank you."

"Did you know it's weird that you talk out loud into the air?"

"You are not air."

Sherlock still likes me to praise him. Of course, it is inevitable that Donovan walks up to Lestrade with a look of horror on his face, shouting in a low voice, "The freak has become a madman! I knew that without the restraint of a good doctor." Sooner or later he will go crazy!"

However, it feels good that the case has been solved smoothly, and Lestrade concluded that Sherlock's performance was not yet adapted to my death.

"Donovan, you have to be considerate, after all, Sherlock still hasn't gotten over his grief." I heard Anderson explain to Donovan.

Well, maybe for a long time to come, "Sherlock won't get out of grief".

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This year's Christmas, Sherlock obeyed Mycroft's arrangement for the first time and returned to his hometown.

Mrs. Holmes was obviously very happy. She was a dignified and kind lady, and like Mr. Holmes, she looked ordinary and gentle.But obviously, they would be the most extraordinary parents in the British Empire if they could give birth to such a pair of brothers.

Lestrade is also here, it seems that this is not the first time he has come. What surprised me was that Mycroft would go to the kitchen to help Mrs. Holmes, while Sherlock would play games with Lestrade. That "murder game", Mr. Holmes sat on the sidelines and watched happily.

"Roger, it's very unwise for you to do this," Sherlock frowned, "If you want to kill me, you have to consider how to hide the tools of crime, and the way of sneaking through the vent is too stupid, your figure Absolutely can't get in."

Lestrade was obviously used to Sherlock not being able to remember his name, but he was still offended by this sentence: "Hey, boy, if it wasn't for your fun, I could just shoot you. "

Sherlock put his hands together on his chin: "You can't hide the gun, and the marks of ammunition on your hands."

Lestrade twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's not necessary, I can completely break you because of your repeated interruption of the police's handling of the case."

Sherlock pursed his lips, "It's not fair."

"Then what you said just now, is it fair to let Mir come out and bite me?"

Sherlock turned his head away and I sat down next to his armchair, and in doing so he buried his head in my arms.I reached out and rubbed the soft and curly black hair on his head: "Okay, I can't play anymore, let's go eat."

"I don't want to eat the food made by Mycroft. He always forces me to eat carrots." His voice was low. Although he could be unscrupulous outside, when he returned to Holmes Manor, he still knew how to restrain himself and not directly follow The ghost speaks.

I curled my lips: "But I saw yesterday that you took all his cookies."

Sherlock pursed his lips into a smile, then looked up and winked at me.I almost subconsciously printed a cold kiss on his forehead.

God, how could anyone not like him?

After dinner, Mycroft and Lestrade were left to chat with Mrs. Holmes, while Sherlock took me out of the house.Holmes Manor is not very big, but it is very beautiful, and the stars are beautiful at night.

"The sky is so beautiful today." Sherlock raised his head and looked up to the sky.

I also raised my head following him, and immediately, a warm and soft thing stuck to my face, I turned my head slightly, and was kissed right to the lips.

It was a kiss, with Sherlock's body heat, and it was mesmerizing.

He learned what love is for me, and learned to praise life for me.I closed my eyes, put my hand on his neck, and hugged him tightly with my light body.

If this is a nightmare, I don't want to wake up.

If this is a sweet dream, I am happy enough.

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-Comment:

-Anthea【Author】: Floating like a dream

-Harry: So sweet~ Give my mother a thumbs up~

-Donovan: I am very happy to be out of the country.In addition, I always feel that something is wrong. After touching the detective, the good doctor can be touched by the detective?

-Anthea [Author]: Huh?

-Donovan: Does that mean the detective turned pale because the good doctor took something from him... like a vampire sucks blood

-SH: very dodgy reasoning, but it sounds reasonable

-Donovan: =v=

-JW: I want to see the stars...

-SH: Maybe after dinner we can go for a walk, the weather in London is fine today

-GL: Why is Mike cooking!He clearly told me that he can't cook...

-Anthea [Author]: Allah

-SH: Obviously, he lied to you

-MH: Anthea, maybe I need to think about your bonus this month

The author has something to say: a short paragraph——

One day, Peanut and Sherlock came home. They were exhausted from arresting criminals all night yesterday.Watson went to get the towel and saw Sherlock washing his face

【I didn't say that the curly face is long, humming】

#Yesterday's Twitter finishing#

Anderson: Hahaha, there is no SH around recently, and the air feels much fresher~~ Can Donovan go to the bar with me?

-Comment:

-JW: I see you guys!

-GL: Good doctor, you don't need to say it~~ Anderson, didn't your wife say that the business trip was cancelled?

-SH: Stupid!I haven't seen you for a few days, and your IQ has hit a new low! GL is about to quit him! ! !

-Anderson: Husband of MHboss! !help! !I also provided a lot of details~~ Don't kill the donkey! !

-GL: What! !You traitor! AnderMH even you don't have the right to manage my subordinates~~

-MH: GLSherlock says I'm the British government, you know what I mean.

-GL: MH, you late brother!

-MH: Don't say that dear GL, I am Shelly's big devil, but you are my cookie~ㄟ(￣▽￣ㄟ)ry, that's right, my sister-in-law

-GL: MH, you are enough~! ╰_╯ Decisively SH his brother!Can dramatization be hereditary?The queen should let you act! !

-MH: The queen of GL did let him act, but he pushed him away on the pretext of being busy with work, so Her Majesty the Queen is very upset

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