[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

"I've seen his pseudonym more than once." Sherlock paused for a while to adjust his breathing. After pulling off the ventilator, fine sweat appeared on his forehead, his face turned pale, and he leaned against Watson's On the shoulder, "John, do you still keep the things in the 221b mailbox?"

"Keep it. Most of them are credit card bills. I brought them to Mr. Stark's hotel after sorting them out. What's wrong? Hey Sherlock, don't move around. I suggest you lie down right now." Among other things, Watson was obviously more worried about the health of this friend who was always worrying him.

"There's no time for that now, that flyer!"

"What leaflet?" Watson asked inexplicably, not paying much attention to it. His damn roommate was too long and leggy, hanging on him precariously, and kept trying to roll over him and get out of bed.

"That flyer that cares for the disabled in London! John, move your little head that has been stuck all year round, why don't you understand?" Sherlock said loudly, but he coughed violently while clutching his chest.

Watson rolled his eyes while supporting the opponent's body, "Yes, yes, but now my respected Mr. Holmes, who is not stuck in his head, can't even sit still. What happened to that leaflet?" He was vaguely interested in that leaflet. Impression, Sherlock seems to have mentioned it during the wedding fire, and they even joked a few words.

Sherlock didn't pay attention to Watson's words at all, he was completely immersed in his own world, his tone was jumping and passionate, and he spoke very fast: "I should have noticed a long time ago, how can anyone go door to door and send people's mailboxes? Voting for such a boring thing, knowing that people will just wrap them in hot dogs or throw them in the trash like expired newspapers... oh why are you looking at me like that, there really are? It doesn't matter, that's not the point, there are two points , events, names of people, the leaflet said that this association that cares for the disabled has recently set up many temporary branches in London to promote their organization, hoping to get the support of London citizens, if you donate money, you will get God’s blessing Praise and redemption... that Armandfield, that is, Moriarty, is the administrator of the Baker Street division!"

Watson felt throbbing in his temples, Moriarty and the Ambassador of Love?God, what kind of jjj is this, the most dangerous criminal in London will probably send only the blessing of death?

Sherlock said a long series of words at once, his breathing became more constricted, and he seemed weak. He leaned on Watson's shoulder and took a few breaths, mockingly said: "Moriarty and the Love Agency, this century joke combination is only A guy with a bad taste like him can figure out that he must have some purpose."

Watson quickly let him go, and told him about the headless case that McCoff had mentioned earlier, and added that after receiving a call from the captain to say that Tony was fine, a call from Scotland Yard came in the next minute. Now, I informed myself that another similar case happened in London. A family of four with two children died and two were injured. One of the two children passed away. In order to avoid causing panic among the citizens, most of the news was suppressed and treated as ordinary accidents.

Sherlock listened quietly, and then just said: "I knew, his bad taste has always been low." Now he is rarely so excited by the case that he ignores the victim as in the past, although it is far from empathetic compassion Thousands of miles away (and it is estimated that this distance cannot be shortened much in a lifetime), but at least he understands that he should maintain due respect for the lives of "ordinary goldfish" in his eyes, which was taught by Watson, He never accused Sherlock of anything, he just stayed by his side and used actions to teach him bit by bit about what "human nature" is - he felt novelty and a little disgusted with the gradually changed self, But he didn't mean to say stop. He seemed to never say stop to Watson. Miraculously, it was Watson who said stop first between them.

Like 'Sherlock stop shooting at walls! ',' Sherlock stopped drinking water from the test tube after the experiment. '... Another example, stop staying with him.

Watson hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Sherlock, was it Moriarty who shot you?"

Sherlock's panting movement seemed to freeze for a moment, without answering.

"Hey?" Watson let go of the opponent's arm and shook his shoulder, "You won't pass out so soon, will you?"

Sherlock took advantage of this moment to push Watson away and got out of bed. He put on his shoes indiscriminately, and walked towards the door tremblingly. His tone was weak and stubborn, ignoring Watson's words again. Question: "Anyway, we're going back to the hotel now to find that leaflet. Moriarty must have sent this thing not only because of provocation, but there must be other hints on it."

Watson looked at him, and could only shake his head helplessly. He didn't stop Sherlock again, because he could see that even Sherlock, in this physical state, might not even be able to walk through the door. Watson sighed in his heart Count silently: five, four, three...

Not one day later, Sherlock fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

Watson managed to move the disobedient patient back to the place where he should lie down. He took out his phone and called out a person's name: "Hello? Tony?"

"Hello, doctor, what's the matter? If you want to have dinner with me, please queue up and get a number. I can advance your friendship by two people." Tony's voice came from the other end of the phone, still slightly lazy.

"From your voice, it looks like you are already alive and kicking? You were carried back by the captain a few hours ago." Watson laughed dumbly, and couldn't help being surprised by Tony's strong vitality.

"Honey, we shouldn't waste time thinking about the past, we should look to the future."

"Okay, I didn't call to chat with you." Watson roughly repeated Sherlock's words, and then said, "I don't quite remember where I put it. Go to my room and look for it."

"Leaflet? Wait, I'll look for it soon." Tony seemed to be talking with the phone under his shoulder, his voice a little loud.

Tony was indeed looking for it, and it was really an invincible, simple and rude way to find it quickly, because Watson then heard a series of loud ping-pong sounds from the opposite side, among which he could clearly distinguish drawers falling to the ground, vases breaking and gold The sound of the fish tank being stirred: "...Tony, I shouldn't hide the flyer in the fish tank?"

"Oh, yes." Tony replied.

Then continue to rattle.

"Found it." Tony said happily.

Watson said he had no idea how he found it.

"Bingo, it seems that Sherlock's long face didn't block his memory channel, it's the pseudonym Moriarty used, aha, I think McCoff has to come to see me now, his face must be Wonderful, bye Doctor."

"Wait a moment!" Watson called out.

"What is it?" Tony asked suspiciously.

Watson stopped him in a moment of impatience, and there was a long silence after the call. Tony hung up the phone miraculously without impatience. Watson walked around the room unconsciously, and glanced at the comatose Sherlock finally spoke: "Mr. Stark, do you know... who the one who shot Sherlock was?"

The other end was also quiet for a few seconds: "Didn't you ask Sherlock?"

"I asked, but he didn't answer."

"At what point do you think that high functioning sociopath Sherlock would choose not to talk about something?"

Watson pursed his lips. He hesitated to ask because he hadn't thought of it, but he was just unwilling to admit that the person who almost killed Sherlock... was very likely to be Mary.The woman he loved the most that he was willing to spend his life with, but chose to kill his most important other person.

Tony's voice continued, calm and almost brutal: "You know he's only human when it comes to you, 'You and Mary, two of my favorite things in the world. Personally.'... Does this sentence sound familiar, John, you love Mary, and this is the only reason why Sherlock Holmes chose to remain silent."

Holding the phone, Watson closed his eyes heavily. He almost couldn't tell which incident had the greater impact on him, whether it was Mary who shot Sherlock, or Sherlock chose to hide it without hesitation.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone line, and Tony knew that he didn't need to say anything more, so he stretched out his hand and hung up the phone.

The reason why Sherlock chose to remain silent is actually extremely simple.

Because John Watson loved Mary sincerely.

And John Watson is the only person Sherlock loves deeply in the world.

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Tony looked at the sign of the end of the call for a few seconds, and then swiped another number in the address book: "Hi Mycroft, I'm alive and kicking Tony Stark, who was almost killed by you, oh, guess Guess how I dug up your private phone? Aha, you don’t need to be so serious dear, in fact, I just copied your brother’s phone address book, now listen, I want to make a deal with you..."