Sherlock Holmes

There may be no logic to things like the Holy Light or Time Rifts.

But the [fiancée] thing can’t just appear out of thin air, right?

So Sherlock spent two or three seconds going through all the time points from when Watson and Jasmine met until this moment. He had to admit that Watson had some unique talents when it came to women. .

Co-authored from the time when they met, to killing the emperor, entering the blood prison, and finally going to the front line. He also served as Nightingale's exclusive bodyguard for more than a year, and finally killed the servant of God and was rescued by himself. The whole process. , the couple Watson and Jasmine have never lost contact.

While returning to London to recover from her injuries, Watson was obviously going to take Jasmine over to live with him.

Sherlock closed his eyes and stared at the clothes and decorations on the ground that were enough to bury a person, and then winked at Watson.

"Please wait for me, my partner obviously wants to tell me something." Watson smiled and reported to Jasmine.

Sherlock was shocked and thought, you have been having an affair with a woman for more than three years behind my back, and no news has leaked out. I wanted to ask you something secretly, but you turned around and reported it to that woman.

Do you understand why I wink at you?

If I want this woman to know, what kind of wink should I give you? Can't I just shout loudly to you and come over? !

Forget it, Watson came anyway, and Sherlock immediately dragged Watson to the corner of the room and whispered: "Brother, why are you getting married all of a sudden?"

"Actually, it's not sudden. As you know, I don't have any ambitions in life. I always thought that I wanted to see the most beautiful scenery and the most beautiful people in the world. Now I have accomplished all of them. Of course, I only have Find a woman you love and get married."

"." Sherlock didn't understand this overly free and easy concept of a wedding banquet. In fact, he had never had much contact with things like marriage and love, so he lowered his voice again: "But...haven't you always been with Nan?" Dingle is messing around, I thought you already despised other women in your heart."

"Of course not. Nightingale is my highest pursuit of a beautiful person, not a lover. Oh, by the way, I read the newspaper recently and said that I miss you and she is almost settled. Don't Forget what I told you last year, if Lord Nightingale is really interested in you, then I can only support and support her. But if you dare to secretly get close to Lord Nightingale and seduce her, then I will still kill you."

Watson spoke very lightly, but everyone knew that this guy was telling the truth.

But Shylock couldn't understand. He already had a fiancée, so why did he care about Nightingale's relationship history?

Your distinction between 'pursuit of beauty' and 'love' is too clear.

"Brother, let's put these things aside for now. The key point is that you have been with Nightingale for a long time. If your fiancée finds out about this, won't she be able to accept it? "

Having said this, Sherlock secretly glanced at the woman behind him.

At this moment, Jasmine was still standing in the pile of clothes blankly.

Watson has been following Sherlock and Nightingale, but to be honest, Watson is the most eye-catching image most of the time. After all, he is handsome, but In front of the camera, he always seems to be in the least noticeable position, and he even doesn't leave the country at all.

Now Sherlock has become a household name, and is even vaguely expected to be endowed with the glory of a hero, but Watson is still unknown, until Jasmine waited for a long time, and finally realized that the person standing in front of her was the newspaper, the radio Go up, that guy who is shouted at every day by the newsboy at the corner of the street.

For a moment, she couldn't even accept it, and she saw Mr. Holmes, who was famous throughout the empire, following her fiancé in the corner. The two of them went out to drink, but his wife found out that the miserable man who was not allowed to go home was hanging. Her brain was trying to find a reason to enter the house, but her whole body felt extremely ridiculous.

Originally, she thought that this guy was just the kind of person who would cause some trouble and be chased by the police in the middle of the night until he was cornered.

etc.

So, what Watson told himself in his letters over the years that he was saving all mankind was not a joke?

Just thinking about it.

"Oh, you are talking about this. I believe Miss Jasmine will understand me." Watson suddenly no longer suppressed his voice, but spoke normally, stood up, turned around, and looked over.

"Honey."

"Ah?" Jasmine was stunned.

"I need to confess something to you. I don't want this to become a reason for us to quarrel in the future." Watson smiled and said: "That is, I used to be by Nightingale's side. I was her safety. The person in charge also manages her food, clothing, housing and transportation on the front line of Redeker Strait. She and I have been in the Human Expeditionary Force for more than a year, so we can be considered inseparable."

Jasmine's mouth grew larger, her pupils dilated, and the sounds in her ears also grew louder.

This feeling was extremely weird. As a woman, she would be unhappy if she heard that her fiancé had been with another woman for a long time in the past.

However, as a normal human being living in this world, when she heard the name Nightingale, she would subconsciously feel absolute respect from the bottom of her heart, and she could not feel any anger at all.

What made her even more confused was that her fiancé, her future husband, was actually on the battlefield, responsible for the safety of Lord Nightingale?

Does your husband know Nightingale?

Does your husband know Sherlock Holmes?

Suddenly, she felt her body stagger, and then she fell into a pile of clothes, because he thought of the secret recording that his father had obtained not long ago that was about to be played throughout the empire.

Jasmine's father is the minister of the Propaganda Department in London and the archpreacher of the diocese where London is located. Any important information released to the public will pass through his hands first.

That recording was recorded by His Royal Highness the Imperial Emperor himself, and the content was about the crimes of the previous Imperial Emperor, Lord Augustine, and the reasons behind his assassination.

When Jasmine heard the news for the first time, she was shocked and overwhelmed. Now that she thought about it, could her future husband be one of the assassins of the emperor?

Lifting her head and looking at the calm and overly gentle face, this noble lady's cognition seemed to have been shaken to pieces.

She smiled helplessly.

"Is Your Excellency Nightingale beautiful?"

Watson nodded directly without much hesitation.

Jasmine smiled: "Well, at least this proves that you didn't lie to me."

"Would you be angry about that?"

"It's okay." Jasmine smiled and stretched out a hand to signal Watson to help her up: "But who made me fall in love with such a powerful big shot."

Jasmine was pulled up by Watson, and she threw herself into her fiancé's arms, and then kissed him on the face.

Then, again.

The two of them just hugged each other and seemed to have no intention of separating for a while.

Sherlock was left alone in the corner of the room. Looking at the scene in front of him, at a certain moment he felt that he had always been weak in love murder cases, not without reason.

Beings like women are sometimes difficult to understand.

In the next period of time, Sherlock fell into a strange cycle of leisure and busyness.

I say leisurely because everything in the empire seems to be perfect now. The frontline expeditionary force has arrived in front of the Gate of Hell and is building the last and largest military base in the history of the Holy Spirit in an orderly manner. During this period, it is possible that It took a long time, because the base had to accommodate all the expeditionary troops and all the weapons of war.

After he returned to the hinterland of the empire, he met everyone he needed to see and did everything he needed to do. Moreover, with the exaggeration of the Great Expedition and the spread of new energy, the security in London seemed to have improved a lot.

Um. Maybe those bastards who used to sneak around know that Sherlock's hometown is in this city.

Anyway, criminals have been quieter than ever lately.

This caused Sherlock to fall into a state of doing nothing.

As for why he was busy, it was because a woman moved into the Watson family.

Moreover, his roommate, brother, and partner——John Watson is getting married.

This incident was a bit unexpected for Sherlock. He didn't have many friends in his life. The only wedding he attended was the Day of Holy Love, which turned into a farce.

And now that Watson is getting married, he doesn't have any experience at all.

Every day when he went downstairs from the window and watched the couple in love decorating their new house, buying all kinds of things, and even choosing wedding dresses, Sherlock felt very uneasy.

Of course, he was not uneasy about Watson getting married, but because Watson wanted to ask him to be the best man.

Sherlock once chased the demon tide for three months, fell into the gate of hell, and was surrounded by dangers in another world. He maintained the calmest state of mind and overcame the difficulties.

But being the best man.

This is outside his business scope!

"So, I have to dress like this?"

Sherlock stood in front of the mirror, looking at a crisp suit that Watson threw to him, his whole face twisted.

"Yes, hurry up and put it on for me. Although the purpose of the best man's existence is to make the groom look younger and more handsome, I have a full understanding of my own face. Now I just ask you to dress like a human being. Watson said coldly.

"Didn't I dress like a human being before?"

Watson frowned slightly and stared at Sherlock with his narrowed eyes. He hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to save some face for his good brother, but finally gave up and whispered: "I'm here In my aesthetic, when you dress like a person, it’s rare.”

Sherlock seemed a little aggrieved. He tilted his head and looked at himself in the mirror. The suit fit well, but it fit a little too well. It made him look a little too thin, and it was too tight around the waist, making it uncomfortable to move.

"To be honest, the feeling of wearing it is not as good as a windbreaker."

"You wear a trench coat because you always want to hide something like a pistol or a fire ax in the lining, and at the wedding, you just need to prepare a thin best man's speech."

"." Sherlock was silent.

After a long while: "What do you mean by 'best man's speech'?"

"What you want to say to the people in the audience is that you don't want to be stuck in place like a hemp pole at my wedding, right?"

Sherlock swallowed and seemed a little uneasy: "Can't we omit this link?"

"Of course not." Watson said coldly: "We are partners. If you are willing to kick down the door of the Holy Light Temple for me, aren't you willing to write a few words of blessing for me?"

"But me"

"No buts. Three days later, I will reserve the main hall on the first floor of Bellonier Cathedral. Show up." Watson patted Sherlock on the shoulder, as if he had great trust in him, and then left the room. .

Sherlock rubbed his face and looked at his bitter expression in the mirror.

"Otherwise, go hide in the world on the other side of the gate of hell for two days."

Three days, when you are alone on the battlefield, are so long and difficult, but when you are giving a wedding speech, it is so fast. Sherlock is chewing his pen in the room, and the three days have passed by in a flash. .

I looked at the clock on the wall. It seemed that the wedding would be held in two hours, and then looked at the address paper on the table.

[Dear ladies and gentlemen————

I am Sherlock Holmes, John Watson's roommate and partner.

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Just such an opening, and the rest, not a single word.

Sherlock ruffled his hair in distress. Realizing what he had to do soon, he had to smooth his hair again. Calculating the time on the road, he had to grab the suit hanging on the wall and put it on. He put on a windbreaker and walked out of room No. 221b.

As the carriage moved forward, Sherlock had no idea what he was going to say when he came to the stage, but it seemed that Watson didn't have many friends in London, so there shouldn't be too many people coming to the wedding, right?

Then even if you say a few simple words of blessing and come down after taking the stage, you won't make a fool of yourself in front of too many people.

Just as he was thinking about it, the carriage also arrived at its destination.

Sherlock got out of the car and looked at the light red carpet and flowers in front of him that were laid from the road to the main entrance of the church. The pastor of the church actually welcomed the guests at the door. The crowds on both sides of the carpet were shouting and wearing very good clothes. Wearing clothes, holding exquisite wine glasses in their hands, hugging each other and smiling, white doves hovered over the church, and on a lawn, musicians in white played soothing music.

Sherlock wondered if he had given the carriage driver the wrong address.

How the hell does that guy Watson have so many friends? ? ? ?