Anne, Shylock, and Dr. Watson,
They had breakfast together in the hotel restaurant.
The two men were still at odds with each other because of the altercation last night. They were like children in kindergarten who were asked by the teacher to sit at the small dining table after a quarrel.
Anne could see that the gentle and tolerant Dr. Watson,
Had already calmed down when Shylock sat across from him at the dining table.
They knew him too well. Just like what Annie had said, no matter how outrageous Sherlock's actions were, he would not be affected.
As long as he looked at you with his innocent and transparent gray eyes,
No matter how angry he was, it dissipated in an instant.
Only Mr. Holmes was still like a child who had done something wrong,
Trying to find a topic to talk about, trying to break the "Stalemate" between him and Watson.
After eating breakfast,
Shylock and Watson continued to investigate the case. Anne stayed alone in the hotel,
She slept for two hours in Shylock's room.
When she woke up, the room was quiet. Anne looked at the time. It was already noon. It seemed that the busy detective and Dr. Watson had not returned yet.
Anne went to the bathroom to take a shower,
She walked to the restaurant downstairs. Just as she was thinking about what to eat, a text message came in on her phone.
She clicked on it,
A long string of English words popped up:
"The vegetarian restaurant downstairs is very disappointing,
Don't believe the risotto or chickpeas recommended by the waiter named Bill,
You definitely won't like it,
You can try cream vegetarian meat, cashew cake, and mushroom soup. - SH "
The smile on Anne's face overflowed. She lowered her head and slowly replied to the message.
"Okay. Is the case going well? "
"Of course,
Today we can catch the ghost that has been hiding for 20 years. "
Anne could almost imagine his slender fingers typing this sentence,
The arrogant expression on his face.
The smile deepened.
"That's amazing,
You're the best detective! "
Anne felt that she was getting more and more skilled at smoothing the cat's fur.
Sure enough, stroking a cat was a disease, and it was addictive.
And in the Baskerville laboratory, Watson saw Shylock, who was holding the phone and pressing it for a while, inadvertently curling his lips into a faint smile. Then, he put the phone back into his suit pocket, turned around abruptly, and walked out. The hem of his coat drew a pleasant and beautiful arc in the air.
“Come
John, it's time to end this game! "
Mr. Holmes's high-spirited expression successfully reminded Dr. Watson of a soldier who had just received a commendation from the general on the battlefield.
…
Although Shylock said that the case was going well, he and Watson didn't return to the hotel until late at night.
When Shylock opened the door and came in, Anne was already asleep on the sofa in the room.
In the narrow single-seater sofa in the hotel, she leaned against the back of the chair with her head tilted. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her long eyelashes fluttered from time to time. She looked very uncomfortable.
The expression on Shylock's face instantly softened. He took off his coat as he walked in and threw it on the bed. Finally, he stopped in front of the sofa and gently took away the book in her hand.
This small action immediately woke Anne up.
Shylock frowned. He believed that he hadn't seen wrongly. What flashed across her face at that moment was a look of horror.
His deep eyes shrunk slightly. Nightmare?
She probably hadn't fully woken up yet. When she saw who the person in front of her was, Anne's eyes suddenly turned red. She stretched out her arms and hugged his neck tightly, leaning close to him.
"Shylock!" She buried her face in his neck and cried softly.
Anne had cried many times in front of Shylock, but she had always suppressed and restrained herself. This was the first time that she was like a frightened child, completely at a loss and in a state of increasingly losing control.
Shylock's heart suddenly sank.
"Anne …"
But she couldn't hear his voice at all.
If Annie had been sober enough to look up, she would have noticed that Mr. Holmes, who had always been calm and indifferent even in the face of the most cunning and ferocious criminal, showed a rare expression of bewilderment and confusion.
But these emotions only lasted for a moment. Shylock quickly stood up calmly and picked up the person hanging around his neck. He walked to the bed and sat down, letting Anne sit on his lap.
There was no other way. Shylock didn't know how to comfort people, and Anne couldn't hear any comforting words now. Mr. Holmes' approach was direct and effective — he lowered his head and blocked all her cries with his lips.
Anne sobbed softly. Her tears flowed down and wiped her cheeks and his cheeks, but he kissed her even more fiercely.
Her out-of-control emotions finally calmed down under Mr. Holmes's increasingly skilled and deep kisses, but her heartbeat rose bit by bit …
"Are you awake?" Sherlock's large palm gently placed on her back, and his dark eyes looked at her as he asked.
Anne's voice was a little hoarse as she answered, "Yes."
"Very good. Now you can tell me what happened."
Anne did have a nightmare. Just as she had been worried recently, she dreamed that Shylock … was dead. And in the dream, he was really dead.
Anne couldn't describe that feeling. Pain and despair kept accumulating in her body, like a knife cutting into her body. But in the end, she couldn't even feel the pain and despair. It was just like falling in a dark cave … There was no end to it.
If she lost Shylock in this world, her life would really become a dark cave …
The overhead light shone on her swollen eyelids, and it was a little glaring. Anne covered her eyes with her hands.
"Shylock …" The pain and despair in the dream was still there. As soon as she opened her mouth, her eyes were instantly filled with tears. "Can you … promise me …"
But promise what? Promise not to die?
This request was too strange, and Anne couldn't say it out loud.
"Okay." But the next second, Anne heard his deep voice above her head. "I promise you."
Anne removed her hands from her eyes and looked at him in a daze.
The water in his eyes made his face a little blurry, but Annie could clearly see that the pair of light eyes staring at her were deep and calm.
Shylock lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
He said, "Don't be afraid, Anne De Boer. What you're worried about will never happen. "
He called her by her full name, a solemn promise.
And Sherlock Holmes never broke his promises.
…
Shylock hugged her for a long time, and Anne cried for a long time. It was rare for her to be so childish. She was just frightened by the nightmare. She didn't feel embarrassed until she calmed down.
But she really couldn't bear to move. His scent was familiar and warm, and it was the only scent in the world that could make her feel safe.
Sherlock lowered his head to look at her slightly closed eyes. She had been crying for so long. He wondered if her originally light green eyes had turned red from crying.
After she stopped sobbing, the small hotel room seemed particularly quiet.
Anne's eyes were sore, and she felt very tired after crying. She was about to fall asleep on him.
A strange sound suddenly sounded in the quiet room.
Shylock glanced at her and said, "Looks like we should go down and eat something."
Anne rubbed her belly, and her face was a bit red.
Well, she had wanted to have dinner with him and Watson after they came back, but she hadn't expected things to turn out like this.
On second thought, he and Watson had been busy catching "hounds" all day, and he never ate when he was thinking, so he probably hadn't eaten all day.
Anne immediately jumped down from him and ran to the bathroom to wash her face.
When she came out of the bathroom, she saw that Shylock had changed his shirt. It wasn't strange. The white shirt he was wearing was almost soaked by her tears, but the most important thing was that he had changed into the purple shirt.
Anne stopped at the bathroom door and watched Shylock's tall and thin body standing straight in the middle of the room, calmly buttoning up one button at a time.
He buttoned the shirt from the bottom to the top, and the exposed skin was slowly absorbed into the tailored shirt. Only the top two buttons were left, leaving the beautiful lines of his neck and a small part of his attractive collarbone outside …
Anne looked up and glanced at him. Although Mr. Holmes looked calm and emotionless, Anne didn't know why, but she felt that he was doing it on purpose. Because he must know that she … liked him wearing this shirt.
"Shylock," Anne suddenly said softly. "Have I ever told you that you're very good-looking?"
Every time she looked at him, the expression on her face and the gaze in her eyes showed that she had probably expressed this sentence countless times, but this was the first time she had said it herself.
Shylock had indeed chosen the purple shirt on purpose, but he hadn't expected her to say it so bluntly. Mr. Holmes coughed softly and looked up to see her smiling softly. Her light green eyes, which were a little red from crying, were looking at him intently.
The corners of his lips curled into a faint smile of pleasure.
Shylock picked up his suit jacket from the bed and put it on. He quickly walked to her and flicked her forehead with his cold fingers.
"Why, are you still not awake?"
Anne touched her forehead and said with a smile, "I'm awake. I just feel that you're too good. I can't get enough of you. What should I do? "
Shylock frowned slightly, and the faint smile in his eyes turned into a motionless examination. If the first praise made him happy, then the second sentence was a bit suspicious. Besides, she had never been such an outgoing person.
Anne sighed softly and reached out to stroke the soft curly hair on his forehead. "Mr. Holmes, what you should do now is give your girlfriend a hug, not use your mind-reading skills."
Shylock looked at her deeply for a moment, then he finally reached out and gently hugged her in his arms.
Annie exhaled softly and blinked back the tears that had welled up in her eyes again.
"Can you be less on the news in the future? I'm a little worried that you'll be snatched away by someone else."
Shylock thought for a bit and replied seriously, "Your worries are completely unnecessary. No one likes me except for you."
Anne wanted to laugh. That was a deep understanding.
But she shrank into his arms more tightly. "You know it's not like that …"
Shylock frowned slightly and looked down at the girl who hugged him tightly.
It seemed that it would take a long time for her to recover from this nightmare.
.
After dinner, Anne realized that she had forgotten an extremely important thing when she was about to go back to her room to sleep. She forgot to book a room for herself.
Because of the legend of the "Hellhound", the number of tourists in the Dartmoor area had skyrocketed. The nearest hotel in Grimpen Village had already been full.
There was no vacant room, so Anne had to sleep in Shylock's room.
She also suggested weakly that he could sleep in the same room with Dr. Watson.
But Mr. Holmes frowned and looked at her with a blank expression. "Do you think I will agree to sleep in the same bed with a man?"
What kind of strange answer was that?
Anne had no choice. After taking a shower, she quickly ran to the bed in her pajamas with long sleeves and trousers. In order to distract herself, she took a book in her hand and leaned against the bed to read.
Although they did sleep in the same bed for a night before, Shylock was not awake at that time, and she was taking care of him.
Now it was completely different. Both of them were very awake.
Sleeping with Sherlock Holmes …
Anne felt a little dizzy. She took a deep breath and drove out the messy thoughts in her mind. If she continued to think about it, it would not only be difficult to breathe, but she would also suffocate to death.
After a few minutes, Anne suddenly realized why she took the initiative to run to the bed after taking a shower!
God!
Anne hid her whole face behind the book and was annoyed for a long time. After he finally calmed down, he moved the book in his hand down and peeked out from the edge of the book.
Huh? No one?
Then, she heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.
He was … taking a shower …
The soundproofing of the hotel room was so bad. Did she hear it so clearly when she was taking a shower just now?
Anne's whole body was burning up.
Phew … Don't think about it anymore … Calm down!
Ten minutes later, the bathroom door was pushed open. Anne immediately lowered her head and stared at the page in her hand.
Shylock reached out and rubbed the messy curly hair on his head. He glanced at Anne from the corner of his eyes. Even if Mr. Holmes did not use "mind reading" now, he could see that her attention was not on the book at all.
He quietly curled his lips and walked to the sofa.
After a while, Anne heard the sound of typing on the keyboard.
She slowly lowered the book in her hand. Anne saw that Shylock was wearing his blue pajamas and sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. There was a laptop on his lap, and his clean fingers were jumping quickly on the screen.
The light above his head was quietly on, and Anne gradually became entranced.
He had just taken a shower and was sitting on the sofa so casually. His whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of hazy water vapor. Maybe it was just the light, or maybe her eyes were misty again.
Anne really hoped that she could be smarter. That way, she would not have to just watch and wait like this …
This man, Anne really hoped that she could protect him. Although he always looked strong and did not need anyone's protection.
Anne was still in a daze and did not notice that Shylock's gaze became more and more serious.
"Why aren't you sleeping? Do you want to do something together?"
Shylock's eyes were still staring at the computer screen in front of him when he spoke. His expression looked calm and focused, but his voice was deeper than usual.
Anne smiled and did not say anything. She gently put the book in her hand on the bedside table and slid under the blanket.
Shylock got up and turned off the light above his head. Only the faint light from the bedside table and the faint light from his computer screen were left.
Shylock did not get up from the sofa until the person on the bed breathed deeply. He walked to the bed and stared at her sleeping face.
She went to find Mcauliffe. The only person who could make her so afraid was … Moriarty.
He looked at her and felt a little dissatisfied.
He leaned over and gently bit her lips, then bit her again. The person on the bed who was disturbed moved. Shylock's eyes darkened. He really wanted to wake her up …
What are you afraid of? Will I lose?
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