[Comprehensive] 100 ways to fight criminals

"John, you don't look very happy?"

The fiancee's gentle comfort finally made Watson feel a little better.He hugged Mary, kissed her smooth forehead, shook his head and said, "No, it's nothing, I'm just wondering what else I haven't noticed."

"My sweetheart, this wedding is perfect enough, I don't want to make you too sad."

"I'd love to do that."

Watson hugged his future wife and said sweet and greasy love words, but his mind still recalled the scene just now.

Because the wedding date had already been set, his first thought was to tell his only best friend face to face, and hurried over, but Sherlock didn't seem to be in a good mood, and didn't even want him to enter the door.

"Uh... did I... do something wrong?" Watson asked cautiously, considering his words.

"You didn't do anything wrong," Sherlock repeated in a drawn-out voice, staring at him blankly, "you're fine, very fine."

"..."

Watson was stunned for a moment. Although he didn't know what happened, the only thing he was sure of was that he definitely messed with Sherlock.Well, the most likely reason is that Sherlock was thinking about the case, but he affected his mood.

Feeling that he had found the truth, he cleared his throat and continued, "I'm sorry to bother you so late, but I have to say something in person."

"John, there's a reason for the telephone. I don't think there's anything so important that you have to look at the other person to say it. Of course, there's something unavoidable if there's a problem with articulate speech."

"..."

Sherlock seldom has moments where language is so full of gunpowder, and most of the time it is just a bit of sarcasm.Watson hesitated for a moment, then said cautiously, "What's wrong with you?"

"So you took all this time to care about my situation? Ha, what a sweet friend."

Watson said that he extremely regretted coming here so impulsively. The current situation is worse than trying to wake up the sleeping Sherlock. The worst thing is that he has no idea what's going on...

"It's like this. Mary and I are going to prepare for the wedding on the [-]rd of next month, so—although I know you don't like such occasions, but as my best friend, I sincerely invite you to our wedding."

"Wedding?" Sherlock frowned as he expected, "John, you have to think carefully. First of all, women are not reliable, so you have to consider the consequences of marriage; Why does the ceremony invite others with such fanfare? Shouldn't it be covered up a bit?"

Watson: "...QAQ"

He struggled for a while and said: "About your question, I want to say that I really like Mary, and I think she is the most perfect woman who can accompany me for the rest of my life, and I will love her the same regardless of the consequences .I hope to hold a wedding for our union, that's because I want everyone to feel this joy, including you, Sherlock, and I hope you can also find your own soul mate."

Sherlock was silent for a few seconds: "A naive idea."

"so--"

"A friendly suggestion, is it better to wear a suit with the invitation to invite someone to your wedding?"

Watson glanced awkwardly at the coat he had put on indiscriminately, scratched his head and said, "I was in a hurry... sorry."

Sherlock expresses his regret at having been partnered with a foolish fellow for such a long time.

He held the door with one hand: "I will go to the wedding."

"Very good..."

Before Watson could finish his excited words, the door slammed shut, almost hitting his nose.

"..."

This bastard has become more and more willful recently! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ Just as he was about to leave, the door was opened again, Sherlock looked at him, his eyes were rare without any sarcasm.

He said, "John, happy wedding."

Watson was taken aback for a moment, his heart suddenly warmed, and he couldn't help showing a gentle smile.Just as he was about to say something, Watson sharply noticed that there seemed to be a... red mark on Sherlock's neck?

He asked with a puzzled look: "Your neck..."

"Good night."

"Snapped!"

The door was slammed shut again.

Watson: "..."

Well, take a deep breath, take a deep breath—he should calm down a bit.

On the other side of the door, Song Yiqiao had already arranged her clothes when she heard their conversation. She leaned against the wall of the bedroom door in embarrassment, poked her fingers and said, "I'm sorry to hear your conversation... but What I want to ask is, do you think women are unreliable?"

Sherlock paused and looked at her clear face: "That's what I really think."

"When you say that, things get a little weird."

The ambiguity just now disappeared, Song Yiqiao walked in front of him, her lips were raised but there was no warmth, and a pair of black eyes stared at Sherlock without blinking: "If you think women are unreliable, I'm sorry for the behavior just now." Can it be interpreted as - [-], you have made mistakes that men are prone to make, but you just can't control your lower body; [-], we are just playing around, there is no relationship; [-], you don't think about me Feelings, so when I said these things to Watson, I didn't care whether I could hear them, and I didn't even bother to hide them."

"Is my interpretation correct? Also, Mr. Holmes, which of the above three points do you think is inconsistent?"

When she was angry, her expression was vivid, and her face was flushed with anger, and Sherlock was rarely stunned.

"One, I have always been confident in my control, this is the first time; two, I have never considered frivolous behavior in our relationship, whether it is sex, vanity, or momentary pleasure, in my It seems that they are not within the scope of communication; three," Sherlock stared at her, then continued to speak after a few seconds of silence, "... I am sorry for what I just said, I have to admit that people's uncertainty will not be different because of gender. Divided, it's a prejudice."

"..."

Accompanied by his words, Song Yiqiao's eyes suddenly became bright, and the curvature of her lips became wider and wider. Then, she made a move that Sherlock didn't expect.

She stood on tiptoe, hooked Sherlock's shoulders, and raised her head to kiss his lips.The soft and ruddy lips like petals pressed against his, as if the temperature that was so warm that it was about to melt was also passed on. It was simply, just lips against lips, to express a happy mood.

Sherlock's body froze, and he subconsciously hugged her soft waist, deepening the kiss.

The temperature of his body gradually rose, his breath was a little unsteady, and the atmosphere that was disturbed just now became restless again.Sherlock embraced Song Yiqiao and lay on the sofa, pressing her tightly, while unbuttoning his clothes, the hot kiss gradually moved to a new direction.

The bodies of the two are entangled together, as if everything is so logical.

"Jingle Bell--"

"Don't worry about it." He said in a hoarse voice.

"Jingle Bell--"

"..."

Song Yiqiao blushed and stopped his movements: "Wait, answer the phone, there must be something important to call so late."

Sherlock had never been in such a bad mood.

He stroked the curly hair irritably, and got up from Song Yiqiao, not forgetting to cover her exposed white skin.At this time, he could guess who the caller was and what the content was. Because of this, Sherlock became even more irritable.

It seems that the beautiful time is coming to an end here.

"Mycroft," he answered the phone, his tone not fluctuating, "If London has not fallen, please don't call this number again after dinner."

Mycroft on the other end of the phone smiled: "It seems that Miss Song has returned safely."

"so?"

"I'm just explaining a few words. Hubert's side is causing a lot of trouble. His death has caused the entire relationship network to collapse. Ferro is now in a mess. Those who were threatened have also begun to find ways to bring them down. Presumably there is no time to picket some unbelievable truth. What they want is not the cause, but the effect."

"Her identity has been partially forged, so she won't reveal her identity."

"The guy called Jack has been transferred to the Metropolitan Police."

"And the question of identity?"

"Everything is ready, waiting for tomorrow morning."

"it is good."

"Sherlock," Mycroft said meaningfully, "don't forget what I said last time, things like getting on the bus first and paying for the ticket should not happen in our family."

"have a finger in the pie."

He just hung up the phone.

"How is it? Have you finished dealing with the funeral?" Song Yiqiao calmed down, and asked him lying on the back of the sofa.

"Ah."

"Thank you so much," Song Yiqiao looked guilty, "Although I didn't say it, I know it must be a very complicated relationship."

"Hubert's behavior is too much. Someone has long wanted to clean up his power. This time is just an opportunity. Even if this incident didn't happen, he wouldn't be able to live for too long. He knows it well."

"No wonder……"

She muttered to herself: "At that time, it seemed that his desire to survive was not that strong."

Seeing her reminiscence, Sherlock suddenly changed the subject expressionlessly: "Get ready for your return tomorrow."

"Return? What? You don't seem to have said that?"

"I'll find out tomorrow morning."