[sherlock] It's mine, don't move!

"John!!!"

With the sound of the two sides falling to the ground, Sherlock's blank mind was finally awakened. He pushed his hands hard on the cherry wood desk, jumped over the desk, and lay down on the brown wool carpet without moving. Mary strode over without stopping, and rushed to John, who was lying backwards on the door frame floor, and squatted down slowly.

"Oh~ my God! John, tell me are you okay? Where is the injury? Does it hurt?" Sherlock squatted next to John at a loss, wanting to reach out to touch this man, but he was afraid of touching his body The wound just stopped stiffly in mid-air, the expression on his face was mixed with surprise and embarrassment, and he didn't even pay attention to his confused words.

"Hiss~ I don't think I'm well right now." John grinned at the big detective, the blood on his face quickly disappeared as the bullet penetrated into his chest.

"John, where is the bullet?"

"Inlaid in the left ribcage."

"John, our danger this time is a bit beyond my expectation. I was mentally prepared early on. If we make a wrong move, we will lose everything. If we are not careful, we will plunge Britain into an unprecedented crisis. , and we will be arrested and imprisoned for treason, Magnuson is the most dangerous person I have ever met, bar none! The situation is very bad for us." Sherlock looked up and died unexpectedly in the beige office Magnuson on the chair, the former female agent Mary, whose life and death are unknown, fell on the carpet, then lowered her eyes with a slight twinkle, and continued to talk to John: "However, because my reasoning is not thorough enough, there is no way to deal with this matter." There is one more uncertain factor, Mary Morstan."

"Speaking of Mary, how is she doing now?" Because the direction where the big detective is squatting happened to be blocked between John and Mary, and under the cover of the large black wool trench coat, even if John tried to glance over from the corner of his eye, he could still see her. He could only vaguely see the corner of Mary's dark blue professional attire lying on the ground, before he could see clearly, Sherlock's body moved to that side again, and now it was completely airtight.

"I gave each other a bullet, and you still care about her so much?"

"Sherlock, now is not the time to be jealous."

Because of John's question, Sherlock curled his lips, and looked at Mary who fell not far away like alms. Her body was still shaking slightly. Visually, it should be the physiological sequelae of being shot. It started to be stained with blood, and the smell of blood was very strong. Like John, he was shot in the left chest cavity and suffered a lot of bleeding. I just don’t know if Mary was shot in the heart by the former military doctor whose family has always traveled a hundred paces.

"If I'm not mistaken, she shouldn't be able to wait for the ambulance." Sherlock finished his observation and turned around to analyze the report with John.

"Aren't you going to take a look? Where's Magnussen?"

"No!" Sherlock blurted out the words of refusal without thinking.John is still lying here dying, even if the whole world is dead, it has nothing to do with him. There is no case in this world to take again, but there is only one John!In this case, whether other people live or die has nothing to do with him. Sherlock thinks that he is not a compassionate messenger of justice. On the contrary, he has been wandering in the gray area of ​​both good and evil. With the appearance of him, he is still uncertain whether he will become the head of a certain criminal group. "John, at such a critical moment, why do you still care about that damned woman? Shouldn't you care about me? I was severely intimidated just now, and now my mood is extremely unstable! I need comfort!!"

"By the way, I am the one who is injured now, right?" John's mouth twitched, and he asked dryly.

"I'm hurt, too, mentally!" The detective said so confidently that he didn't make John so angry that he wanted to beat him.In this atmosphere that should have been heavy with grief, couldn't damn Sherlock have a normal reaction?Is this guy thinking of just pissing him off? !

"I thought... didn't we just come to meet Magnuson for afternoon tea?" John changed the subject helplessly.

"Yeah, let's talk about some shady deals by the way. I thought so too, and it's impossible to temporarily add additional entertainment items. What I want to ask is, John, when did you carry a gun on you? "Sherlock reached out to cover John's left chest, and while distracting John's attention so that he would not fall into a state of coma and shock, he took out his mobile phone and called the emergency number at an unprecedented speed.Sherlock looked calm, but where John couldn't see, his hand holding the phone was shaking slightly abnormally.

"Why does this entertainment use a gun? Who would carry a gun on their body when they go out temporarily! You are always very thoughtful!!" After telling the ambulance the address quickly and clearly, he threw the phone aside with a 'snap', Sherlock Continue to concentrate on teasing John.

"That's... otherwise, otherwise we are really in danger." John's voice weakened significantly, and cold sweat began to slide down from his forehead along his round cheeks and temples.His eyes were still fixed on Sherlock, but there was already a trace of laxity in his eyes.

"John, you can't pass out. The average speed of the London ambulance is 8 minutes. You have to hold on, you know? It's for me!" Sherlock couldn't help but clenched his fist with one hand, his knuckles turned white from too much force. Instead, he lay on one knee and covered the wound on John's left chest that inevitably began to ooze blood due to the bullet, and the other hand tightly grasped John's cold hand.

Sherlock suddenly couldn't imagine at this moment, what should he do if John disappeared from this world?What crazy things will he do?Although everything is unknown, Sherlock knows that if everything is irreversible, then he and the world he exists will definitely move towards the worst direction together.At this time, he could only curse the damned ambulance that hadn't arrived, Magnuson, Mary, and himself in his heart!All of this made Sherlock feel for the first time that even investigating a case is a terrible thing! !

"Sherlock, I have a secret that I have been hiding from you. I...don't want to tell you through other people's mouths." John took a heavy breath, blinked his eyes, and tried to concentrate his slack energy. The hand held by Sherlock moved vigorously.John didn't know if he could survive this disaster, so he didn't want to leave any regrets.

"Did you hear the conversation between the three of us in the office?" Sherlock squeezed John's hand tightly and asked calmly.

"Not all, just heard and seen everything in the last few minutes. The computer on the secretary's desk outside has the monitoring and listening equipment of this office. It should... It should be Mary who secretly installed it while Magnuson was not paying attention. Came in. Mary knocked me out and put me on a chair, and when I woke up, I saw what was happening directly on the computer screen." All he saw was Mary killing Magnussen with one shot and putting the gun on the gun again. Aiming at Sherlock's head, seeing this is enough.

"I figured it out early on, it's pretty obvious, John." It's all in Sherlock's collection database, so he gave John a nonchalant shrug.

"If you let me once, you will die?!"

"Okay..." John was so angry even though he was injured!

"Get down to business! I don't know what secret Magnuson knows about me, but I do have a secret that I can't tell you, and I want to tell you." John paused, waiting for the intense and unbearable pain After passing, he continued: "Sherlock, if you decide to separate from me after knowing, then I will leave directly and not pester you again. This is my promise to you. But, you have to keep in mind one thing, that is: I love you." John didn't know if Sherlock would continue to stay with him after knowing the truth about his identity, and he deeply understood in his heart that the real John had an important place in Sherlock's heart——friendship The above lovers are not full.

And he himself is just a lonely soul accidentally drawn into this strange world by the system. If he is Sherlock, he probably cannot accept this absurd truth at all, right?It's just that John is very sure that he really loves Sherlock, which is different from the hypocrisy of the previous life and that person.So John didn't want to hide anything from Sherlock anymore, and he didn't want to hide a huge gap between the two people's feelings that could collapse at any time. No one knew better than him what the consequences would be if the lies piled up and exploded. Scary and cruel!

"John, it's not too late to tell me when you're better!" Sherlock's green eyes flashed, and he tightened John's hand, rejecting John's words.

"No! Say it now, I'm afraid there will be no future." John shook his head slightly.Mary is a top and outstanding former agent, so her marksmanship must be extremely accurate. He knew how low the chance of surviving was shot by an agent's gun at such a short distance!That's an agent!Special characters like 007 are not comparable to ordinary people like them.

"Nonsense! We can continue to toss for decades, you don't want to let McCoff guard our grave so soon, do you? He will really be furious to dig up our graves and flog our corpses!" Sherlock looked Glancing at the mobile phone that was still stubbornly survived after being thrown on the wool carpet, the time displayed on the screen has only passed 2 minutes. Why does Sherlock feel as if he has spent a long time like 200 years?Damn ambulance!

"Hehe~ Mycroft wouldn't be so unscrupulous, he is a good brother." Mycroft is the best, perfect and competent brother that John II has ever seen.Mycroft's never-ending tolerance and love for Sherlock, sometimes even John is a little jealous.John would sometimes inadvertently think, if he had such an outstanding and powerful elder brother in his previous life, would he not have died so miserable?

"Yes yes yes~! He is a good brother, is that okay? John, you are more like McCoff's brother than me, he is not as gentle and harmless as you look, remember, he is a The big devil who eats people and doesn't spit out bones!" When it comes to Mycroft, Sherlock will always subconsciously discredit John's education, although he has never succeeded, but he has always insisted on it!

"Even if it's the big devil, Mycroft is the most powerful one!" Well, John's admiration for McCoff has always been overwhelming!Even his family's only consulting detective in the world had to make way for Mycroft Holmes and stand aside!

"Hmph~! Are you my partner or his partner? So proud of him!!" Sherlock pretended to be indignant and said, if it wasn't for special circumstances, he would probably pinch John's round face a few times, To show punishment.In what way is his brother better than him?Don't even look at his fat and bald head!

"Sherlock, I..."

"John, can you tell me about your situation outside? How did Mary stun you? Did she use violence on you?" Sherlock's expression brightly indicated that if Mary dared to be serious about John , he doesn't mind turning around now and refilling the former female agent with another bullet.Oh~ for God's sake!He is a high-functioning sociopath, please don't tell him about respecting ladies!

"..." Didn't he explain the situation outside just now to the great detective in a concise and clear sentence?Had the filter mode in Sherlock's mind been inadvertently activated again?He was shot now, obviously a seriously wounded person!Can you not make it difficult for him to talk so much?This is really inhumane! !

"Quickly explain! Did you and Mary, two former boyfriends and girlfriends, hook up behind my back? If this is the case, my heart will be broken like crystal glass by you on the marble floor. Piece by piece, if you dare to lie to me, they will never be put back together again, oh~"

"That's enough!" John felt that if he wasn't injured, he would already be resting his forehead with a headache. "What romance novels have you collected recently and put them in your head?"

""Novel Acting like a Baby Classic 108 Types"."

"...Quickly delete it for me!"

"You don't like it? Why? There are many people commenting on the online forum that it's very good, very good, and it works!"

"I refuse to be insensitive! If... hiss... If you don't want me to die in peace, delete it for me! From now on... if you dare to download these weird things in the future, I will beat you!"

"Tsk~! Got it, John, you're really boring! Well, don't change the subject anymore, now tell me what happened between you and that woman."

"..." John rolled his eyes silently.By the way, who is it that keeps changing the subject?Also, in this short period of about 10 minutes, in the corridor of the office of the newspaper building under the eyes of everyone, can he really have any shameful things happen with Mary?

"Can you tell me?"

"I say!"

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The author set the wrong date for saving manuscripts, isn’t today April 4st?