It's really a ghost [Comprehensive]

John Watson, a former military doctor, felt the smoke-free battlefield in London after being away from the battlefield. This made John Watson, who was brave and resolute and missed the battlefield, not feel at a loss. On the contrary, he adapted well.

However, John obviously forgot one thing, that is, a battlefield without gunpowder smoke is also a battlefield, and people will always die on the battlefield.But it never occurred to John that his roommate, Sherlock Holmes, the only consulting detective in the world, would die, right in front of him.

John had a mental breakdown, and he suffered from traumatic psychological sequelae again. He went to see a psychiatrist, made up his mind to move out of 221b Baker Street, found a job in a small clinic, and lived like most of the city. The life of late five was inactive, as dull as water, and the fog was in John's mind, and he returned to the state before he retired from Afghanistan and did not share the rent with Sherlock, just like a pool of stagnant water.

But so what, Sherlock died, he sent flowers to his grave, and then life had to go on, but John's originally bustling blog never updated again.

Today, John took the subway to work as usual. He was completely immersed in his own world, so he didn't look up, that is, he didn't notice the mother and child sitting opposite him at all, bah, it was a young Asian lady and a The cute and cute Zhengtai, the cute Zhengtai kept staring at him, and the Asian lady didn't leave her mobile phone all the time.Many passengers in the same car had noticed this strange combination, but John didn't notice it from the start station to the end station. When he reached his destination, he got up and got off the car.

Mrs. Xiaozheng stood in front of John, and was about to open her mouth to speak, when John looked at his watch and squeezed out of the car in a hurry.

Sherlock: "..."

Erin, who had been focusing on the phone screen, finally raised her head, "Now do you think my original proposal of jumping out of the cake to surprise John is still so boring?"

Sherlock snorted, "Get out of the car."

Erin didn't expose her fiancé anymore, she stood up from her seat, and took Sherlock's hand to prevent him from getting lost in the busy subway station.

Sherlock was very unhappy, and he was surprised... He tried to find a reason: "John's observation ability is not to be praised, but now it has completely degraded to the prehistoric level."

Irene put the phone back into her coat pocket, and thought about John's absence the whole time, she nodded in agreement with Sherlock, and asked later: "Then what do you think is the main reason why he degenerated to the prehistoric level? "

Sherlock really thought about it seriously, and gave an answer: "His mediocre brain that basically doesn't turn? Oh, do you want to say it's because of me? Because I'm not around him, his brain doesn't turn anymore gone."

Irene let out a "huh" and ruthlessly denied it: "You're half right."

Sherlock jumped forward a few steps so that he could meet his fiancée's expression.Irene blinked, and Sherlock pursed his mouth: "You think it's because of my death? Oh, John invaded Afghanistan, he's not that sentimental."

"It doesn't matter whether John is that sentimental or not, the most important thing now is—" Irene looked at the escalator that was about to end, and reminded Sherlock, "Watch the road carefully, Charlie."

Sherlock: "..."

"Don't be angry, I made an appointment with Dr. Watson for you at John's clinic when I was on the subway, and you can surprise him..." Irene seemed to have expected this situation long ago, seeing that the preparation plan was ready .It's just that the illness I made an appointment with is just a little... unique——

"Doctor Watson, the next patient is a little patient with ADHD." The nurse reminded.

"Shouldn't you go to Dr. Turner? He specializes in pediatrics." John was a little puzzled, and the nurse explained: "Dr. Turner didn't come today on leave. You also know that our clinic is just a small clinic."

"I see, let them in." John turned around to look at the medical records on the computer, frowning, what the hell is that name s.hai?Wait, John inexplicably had a different feeling in his heart, he just stared at the door until it was pushed open, and a... a little boy walked in.

John shook his head secretly, he really thought too much.

However, when the little boy's parents walked in the next moment, John couldn't imply that he was thinking too much!He looked at the little boy blankly, with curly hair, light-colored pupils, and heterochromia. He was obviously a child, but he was still wearing a small suit and coat, and it was the same pattern that his former roommate often wore when he was alive.

Seeing John look over, Sherlock (childish voice) greeted: "Hi, John."

John sat up from his seat all of a sudden, staring at Sherlock blankly.

Sherlock felt he had to explain something, so he went on (childishly): "In short, I'm not dead."

John still didn't speak, his expression looked wrong, Sherlock moved his lips and said: "I know it seems a bit wrong to appear like this, maybe it will give you a heart attack, maybe you will have a heart attack in the next second, but I There's a reason for doing it, because it's fun."

Erin silently closed the door.

John began to breathe heavily, and Sherlock paused and muttered, "Well, that's not a good reason."

"You want me to think you are Sherlock, the Sherlock Holmes who jumped off the roof and died!" John finally spoke. The little boy who was very Sherlock took another deep breath and looked at Irene who hadn't spoken since she came in. Seeing that she didn't look uncomfortable, he sneered and couldn't help shouting at her: "You Also think this little boy, is he five years old? (Sherlock interjected reluctantly, "Four actually." John visibly choked, and then his face turned redder.) The four-year-old The guy is Sherlock Holmes? Your ex-boyfriend!"

"Actually, we are now engaged." Eileen also corrected John's words. By the way, in order to make her statement more convincing, she also showed John the ring on her hand.

John: "...are you crazy?!"

Sherlock: "...John—"

"Shut up the fuck!" John couldn't help yelling, only to find out that he had yelled at a four-year-old child after he yelled, he wiped his face fiercely, and after thinking about it, he seemed to find a reasonable Explanation: "Mycroft! Must be McCoff, right?"

"Ok?"

"Mycroft couldn't stand his brother's death, so he used the power of the British government to clone a Sherlock!" John couldn't bear to look directly at Sherlock again, and then he came up with another conjecture. , "Or transfer Sherlock's brain thinking to a little boy, now that the experiment is done, Sherlock has come back to life in this way! Yes, it must be like this, yes, McCoff is the British government, he must It can be done. It’s just that I didn’t expect that not only Mycroft went crazy, but Irene also went crazy, how are you doing now, you are engaged to a four-year-old boy, oh, are you still going to get married? Are you here to send wedding invitations? You want to invite me, a good friend of Sherlock's life, to be the best man of the four-year-old Sherlock? If this is the case, then I am really honored, lucky, Extremely!"

Sherlock: "..."

Erin: "..."

For a while, John's breathing was only heard in John's consultation room. It was really difficult for him to speak so much in one breath.

After a moment of silence, Irene slowed down and said, "I thought Mrs. Hudson's thinking was already powerful and unconstrained, but I didn't expect John's to be even better."

Sherlock curled his lips and said, "You read his blog, you should have known that."

Irene smiled and said, "Well, refreshed your cognition again? In fact, you were also shocked, right Xiali?"

Sherlock thought for a while and admitted: "There are a few."

John's heart was broken even more, just because the two of them could still show their affection due to the age difference, he looked at Irene with a condemning look: "You are a pedophile, you!"

Irene: "...I take back what I said." Without saying hello, she took out her magic wand and turned the chair for the patient in the consulting room into a teddy bear, "I Didn't I tell you, John? I'm a witch."

John: "!!!" John's brain really froze, he stared wide-eyed at the teddy bear, he pinched his palm, it hurt so fucking bad, it meant he was really not dreaming!But a witch, a witch! ! "Is it a wizard like in "Harry Potter"? Could it be that Sherlock was resurrected by you with the resurrection stone? But this is wrong, the person resurrected by the resurrection stone will not have thinking? And he has become smaller ... No, no, that's not the point, the point is what the hell is going on?!"

"Actually, I only studied at Hogwarts for one school year, Ravenclaw." Irene turned the teddy bear back into the original chair and said unhurriedly, "Oh, Xia Locke too, if you want to know."

John was completely confused. He didn't know what he was talking about. In fact, he seemed to be slow: "Gryffindor?"

"Ravenclaw." It was Sherlock who answered this time. He was still the same as before, and his complete emotional intelligence was not online. "I discussed it with Irene. If you study at Hogwarts, you will be admitted." Ryffindor."

"I'm really fucking grateful that you remember me when you were in Hogwarts, the ex-roommate who thought you were dead!" Now John finally got out of this weird, like a sci-fi blockbuster, letting the brain receive information but not After recovering from the scene of how to deal with it, he angrily flipped the table, but there was no computer on the table, which belonged to the public office, and he turned to throw the cup, his own cup, with a "pop" sound It hit the floor with a loud bang.

There was no sound again.

——Well, the picture of the reunion of friends is quite... touching, right?