The path of genius evolution

Chapter 19 Baker Street.avi

After "sending" mycroft away and finishing Scott, Sherlock slowly lay back on the bed.Although John and John have been living together for several years, what should happen and what shouldn't happen - of course, in Sherlock's consciousness, there is nothing that shouldn't happen - all happened, but the time they actually share the bed is pitifully small.

On the one hand, it's because of the doctor's completely incomprehensible—again, only Sherlock thinks so—shyness, and on the other hand, it's because of the extremely irregular lives of the two of them, running around on the streets of London all year round.

In this way, there is actually not much free time, and Sherlock began to think about why he was always bored and lamenting the boredom of criminals and lamenting that he had nothing to do.Of course, since he was with John, he spent less time doing nothing like this.

However, Sherlock would never admit this.

Turning his head to look at the peaceful sleeping face of his cohabitant under the soft light, the corners of Sherlock's lips curved unconsciously.In this world, there are only a handful of people in this world who can sleep soundly like John beside him, but he is the only one. Sherlock knew how unpopular he was, but he didn't care.

But fortunately, even such a sherloes, who is not even willing to be received by God, can meet someone in the human world who appreciates him, tolerates him, supports him and helps him.

"Sherlock?" Although tired and sleepy, the military doctor realized the moment the other party approached.He moved, then murmured and opened his eyes, his light eyelashes fluttering.

Sherlock thinks that John should be thankful that he doesn't have OCD in this aspect, otherwise the first reaction at this time is not to turn off the lights, but to get tools to pull out all his eyelashes - God bless, even people with OCD at this time will not I would think of having my eyelashes plucked by the doctor.

"Your eyelashes are weird." The detective with amazing observation ability stared at his eyelashes and said with a somewhat dissatisfied tone, as if wondering why he only discovered this now.

"Why don't you sleep and study this?" The doctor, who was so sleepy, turned around and shrank down, letting the shadow of the quilt cover his eyes, "Please sherlock, let me sleep quietly for a while, I'm very tired Tired." His voice is not much different from usual, but his voice is a little hoarse, with a bit of seductive taste in the quiet night, although he himself has no such thoughts at all.

Sherlock recalled the exercise on the bed just now that the two of them didn't know what restraint was. Of course, he must bear some responsibility for making people tired like this.But Sherlock, who was not guilty at all, just put his hand on John's shoulder: "Have you really been a soldier?"

"I have to ask every time I'm done, are you annoying?" John was a little impatient, but the sleepy voice didn't exert its original lethality at all. "Talk again and I'll kick you down."

"jo-..."

"boom!"

Sherlock sat on the ground rubbing his shoulders, and John actually kicked him off.And it doesn't look like it's the first time.Something seemed wrong... Sherlock suddenly realized why he had slept with John so rarely in his memory, it was John who got him down!

Even though he was extremely tired the day before, John got up very early in the morning. 221b is not too big, not too small, just right for him and Sherlock to live together.

Many people asked him why he didn't move out with Sherlock, including Mycroft, Mr. Sheriff and his sister, but John couldn't give a clear answer.No matter what Sherlock's attitude is, Mrs. Hudson will definitely...probably not object to moving out, but it is precisely because of this that she cannot be left here alone.

Although Mrs. Hundson herself often joked that sherlock and john should move out because they were too noisy and could be heard all over the street.

Mrs Hudson brought breakfast, her voice sounded light and cheerful, and she looked well.

"John, did you have a good night last night?"

"Aha?" The unknown doctor was pressing the acupuncture point between the eyes with his thumb and forefinger, and he felt really terrible when he woke up today.

Mrs. Hudson's expression perfectly expressed her mental activities: "You don't need to be shy, and don't indulge Sherlock too much."

John still didn't hear Mrs. Hudson's hint, his expression was a bit tangled.But with his favorite food on the table, he's really hungry.In the middle of the night that bastard Sherlock had drained his energy and disturbed him to sleep.

"Okay, Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock came out of the other room in his pajamas, looking refreshed and completely different from his roommate. "Thank you for bringing the breakfast here, please go down now."

"Would you like some morning tea?" Mrs. Hudson asked while being pushed out by the detective while holding the plate.

"No, no need." Sherlock closed the door, he turned around, clapped his hands, and gave John a very weird smile: "Mrs. Hundson didn't say anything to you, John?"

"I'm not your nanny, Sherlock!" Mrs. Hudson called from the door.

Concentrating on his food, John raised his head and glanced at Sherlock, the knife in his hand moved following his gestures: "No, no, she said it."

The detective's expression was a little ridiculous for a moment, as if the skin on his face was being pulled: "Really?"

"She said she wasn't your nanny, Sherlock." John continued to focus on his breakfast.

The detective breathed a sigh of relief.He sat down at the table with some old newspapers under his plate.One can imagine how chaotic the room where the two big men lived was. Although John would tidy it up after a while, it still couldn't change the reality that in three days, all kinds of materials and props would be piled up in various corners.

And John hasn't cleaned up for the past two days.

"Are you going out?" Sherlock said suddenly while eating his own breakfast.

John paused, but he still swallowed the food in his mouth.He looked up at Sherlock, who had platinum blue eyes staring at him. John lowered his head: "Well, I want to see Mary."

Having said that, John is a little bit lost.

During the two years that Sherlock was gone, he went to the cemetery at least once a month, and more often in his free time.Although he started a new life and met better people.He couldn't even bear to set foot on Baker Street again, let alone 221b, their former home.But he went to see Sherlock again and again.

But after Mary passed away, the number of times he visited her was very few.

In the eyes of others, Dr. Watson visits his ex-girlfriend every year, and he is a rare good man.But only John knew that he was just trying to make up for the guilt in his heart.

Although Mary didn't care about it long ago.In the two months before her death, John and Sherlock spent all their time in her ward.

The last thing she saw was Sherlock telling a bad joke, John making small movements behind his back, and him trying to smile.But the scene was hilarious, and Mary smiled, and then her eyes closed forever.

When standing in front of the tombstone, John's mood was surprisingly calm.After the initial grief passed, John remained calm when he visited Mary.

He remembered more than once that he stood in front of Sherlock's tombstone, hoping that he would give him another miracle.I hope he comes back alive and returns to me.

However, in front of Mary, he hoped that she could have happiness, peace, and happiness.It's just that the intimate word "we" is no longer used.

Today is the anniversary of Mary's death. John doesn't expect Sherlock to come. Detectives don't always speak well. Even in front of the dead, who knows what lines he will say?

The gray sky was just a drizzle at first, and then it turned into a drizzle. There were water droplets on John's coat. He looked at the beautiful words on the smooth tombstone and said softly: "It's raining, I have to go back. Mary, see you next time."

When walking out of the cemetery in the rain, John unexpectedly saw Sherlock wearing a windbreaker and holding an umbrella.

Seeing him coming down, Sherlock showed an exaggerated expression of surprise: "What a coincidence, John."

"What a coincidence?" John felt that his depressed mood was disturbed by this idiot, leaving him inexplicable, "What are you doing here, Sherlock?"

"Oh, you said this. I have a commission to help a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder find her pet dog. I followed the clues and found it here." Sherlock looked around.

John consciously walked under the umbrella, he raised his head and glanced at Sherlock: "A commission, um, a commission to find a pet dog."

"Yes, the commission to find a pet dog." Sherlock turned his head away from him, "It's really a boring commission, let's go back."

"Uninteresting commission." John didn't break him down, just repeated some of his lines.He tried his best not to raise the corners of his lips: "Well, let's go back."

Sherlock looked at the doctor under the umbrella, and the other's reaction was really unexpected.If there is anyone in this world whose emotions are not within Sherlock's expectations, this person must be John·H·Watson.

Sherlock still remembered that cloudy day, London was always so gloomy.It was obviously a very ordinary day, and he had not encountered any supernatural phenomena.But that's how he met john h. watson.

It was completely about his attitude towards other people, and Sherlock didn't pay much attention at first.Until the other party praised his reasoning, even if he said all the inconvenient things that people can say from head to toe, the doctor admired him, and it might be a little embarrassing, but what does it matter?

It's not a romantic acquaintance, it's not a happy life, but they walked together like this.

Scott once said that looking at Sherlock is completely amazing at first glance. He is outstanding, excellent, handsome, smart, and knowledgeable.But after getting along, she knew that Sherlock was a bastard covered in thorns and liked to stab people.Looking at John requires more attention. He is professional, gentle, patient, kind, and tolerant.And it takes time to experience these things slowly, and the luckiest thing about Sherlock is that he has time that no one else has—time with the doctor.

Sherlock never counted on time to prove anything or change anything.

No proof of time is needed between them.

They also cannot be changed by time.