I have special killing skills

Daily Life in Baker Street ([-]) - The Diary of John Watson

I've been having a rough time lately.

It seems that because there are too many things in the clinic, I gradually feel that my body has become less healthy.Although I am a doctor myself, there are times when doctors are often unable to accurately diagnose their illness.

Sherlock followed my advice, and he didn't continue to stay up late to do experiments recently, but he started another activity, which is to go out frequently to investigate cases.He didn't take me with him, not because he started to hide me, but because I started to sleep soundly every day when I returned to my residence on Baker Street, and I never woke up in the middle of the night.

If Moriarty hadn't told me about Sherlock's departure when he came to visit, I wouldn't even have noticed.

After all, I am an ordinary person, and I cannot observe some subtle things from the position of the knocker on the door.

Sherlock saw that something was wrong with me. At the beginning, the great detective would chatter about his day's schedule, such as he went to the river today to help the stupid Scotland Yard solve a murder case, or he was in the bank. Li accidentally exposed the robber's mind and was almost shot in the head.It all sounded gruesome, and some of the cases were interesting enough for me to write about them on Twitter.

But obviously, my experience is not enough to support me to do this.

Later, Sherlock didn't mention it anymore, he just came to the room every day before I fell asleep, sat on the edge of the bed, didn't repeat the bed exercise that has made him addicted now, just sat there and looked at me, There is worry in the eyes.

Every time I see that emotion in those amber eyes it makes me feel like I've done something wrong, and the big detective has a way of softening my heart.

"Don't take it, don't look at me, Sherlock, I believe I just have a...not a big cold." I stretched out my hand and patted the back of Sherlock's hand, hoping that this way could comfort the big detective from time to time The fragile emotions that come out.

Sherlock doesn't seem to trust my words. In fact, I don't trust my own words. The minor illnesses and disasters that I have been ignoring are now taking revenge on me. Those strange little viruses obviously took advantage of the loopholes. , this is a terrible thing.Maybe tomorrow I will go to the clinic to do a large-scale examination for myself, which seems very necessary.

The big detective turned around and left the room, but instead of leaving, he walked in with a cup.

I am familiar with this cup, it was a Christmas present from Sherlock, there are two in total, but his one was broken by himself a few days ago.Sherlock handed me the glass. It has been like this for the past few days. The big detective is very considerate and gives me a glass of milk every day.

In fact, I don't like drinking milk either. I would give milk to Halle when I was a child, otherwise I wouldn't be able to break through the average height until now.

"I'll go out again tonight, John, you can call my cell phone if you need it." Seeing me take the cup, Sherlock put a cell phone on my bedside.I took a look, it was a new smart phone, although this big detective doesn't like to study these things but everything on him is always up to date.

It must be Mycroft, without a doubt.

I drank the milk in the glass, but he still added sugar to it today.I don't like things with added sugar, just like I hate coffee with added sugar, but this is Sherlock's intention, isn't it? Although the tongue is not very comfortable, but the stomach is warm.

Feeling better, I looked at Sherlock and smiled: "Okay, you can go and do your work, but be careful. If there is danger, you will find a gun in your pocket, but he didn't register However, if you use it, you'd better be careful and don't leave evidence."

"It's an unnecessary worry, John." Sherlock looked dismissive.

Well, it was Mycroft, no doubt about it.

I waved at him, my head was a little dizzy, not enough to support my ability to think more.I lazily retracted myself into the quilt, as if I slept on the wrong side this time, otherwise, why would I smell the strong cologne scent that Sherlock likes to rub in the quilt...

The sound of the wooden door knocking lightly, oh, Sherlock left.

I must have a good sleep today, because, tomorrow... I...

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When I woke up again, I felt a little cold on my body.

I wanted to open my eyes, but when I realized that I opened my eyes, I found that there was still darkness in front of me.This darkness is not the feeling of gloom in the night, but something blinding my eyes.It may be a piece of black cloth, because I feel that there is a knot when I scratch my head, and it hurts a little.

I wanted to reach out to untie it, but I tried to move, only to find that my hands were tightly handcuffed together.Yes, copying, you can obviously hear the sound of metal bumping when you move it.

Damn it, is it kidnapping again? !

Because Sherlock and I almost disrupted the dark forces in half of London, which made life a bit messy, especially after Moriarty dared not go to Australia to see kangaroos, I often received various threats.

But with caution, and under the meticulous protection of Mycroft and Greg, we were not in danger.

But this time, it was clear that the danger was coming, and I seemed powerless to fight back.

The model's mouth was not gagged, which allowed me to create some movement.Gritting my teeth, I tentatively opened my mouth: "Let me go."

My answer was a low laugh.

I was a little surprised, and then immediately stopped struggling.

Because I recognize, this laugh, belongs to Sherlock Holmes, my dear roommate.