[sherlock] Spirit and flesh

Chapter 31 John

I sat in a taxi bored and looked at the scenery of the streets of London. The changes in the city were greater than I imagined. I have been back to China for a while, and I miss this place. My university time was spent in London Medical School. Yes, I remember I was only 17 years old at the time, I wasn’t considered a flirt, but I was quite feminine, girls liked to get along with me, but I always felt that there was something missing in them, which made me dull .

Because of the lack of care and care, I ran to the front line as soon as I graduated. As a result, I got an extra gunshot wound on my shoulder, which also caused my disability mental disorder.

Entering the busy Baker Street, the taxi stopped, I stretched out my legs and stuck out my crutches, the weird guy named Sherlock Holmes was already waiting for me at the door of 221B.

I paid for the car and walked over. He stretched out his hand, wearing leather gloves, and placed it in front of me, "Good morning."

"Morning." I exchanged greetings with him, and briefly shook hands with him. This grip made me realize that his phalanx joints are very strong, and his hands are very strong, which surprised me secretly. This man with the aristocratic temperament actually has such a strong strength.

Yesterday I made an appointment to look at the house with him at this time. I think the appearance of the house is pretty good, the windows are big enough, and the nearby traffic is very convenient. I have to say that I am really satisfied with the place recommended by SherlockHolmes , but I haven't walked in yet, I already scored 80 points in my heart.

After meeting the landlady, he led me upstairs, stopping frequently on the way, waiting for me to drag my injured leg and follow along limping on crutches.

As soon as I entered the house, it was full of his things, cardboard boxes were piled up everywhere, and messy books were scattered all over the place. It seemed that he had decided to move in, but I still hesitated. This place is very good, I can say it is great Fantastic, I thought, but with my dole and meager odd jobs I might not be able to afford, it couldn't be better if I could live here.

I didn't directly mention the rent to him, the price is still a bit too expensive, I think I'll find an excuse to refuse him in a tactful way later, I'm not very happy to expose my tight financial situation to people I don't know well , I live beyond my means, it's true, but I don't necessarily have to tell the truth.

I have just returned to China, but I can’t find a place to stay. Due to the aftermath of the war, I have never felt safe in my heart. I have nightmares and depression. Let me meet such a nice house, but I can't afford it.

Holmes seemed to see through my thoughts at a glance, he avoided the landlady, blocked me in the corner of the kitchen and whispered to me: "I don't mean anything else, Doctor Watson, maybe it's more natural for me to call you John , you are only two years older than me, there is no need to treat you as an uncle, I take up more space than you, as you can see, I have countless books and cardboard boxes, the entire living room is my stuff, I will I also need to use this living room a lot for my work, maybe... I should pay two-thirds of the room fee."

"Two-thirds of the room fee... Wait, how do you know I'm two years older than you?" I couldn't follow the topic of the room fee at all.

"Obvious."

I looked up at him, "Obviously?"

He reluctantly pulled out a smile, not very willing to explain, "Anyone who can think can easily see through a person's age."

"Ah..." He was turning a corner and mocking me for not being able to think?I spread my hands and said, "I can't see through you. You look very young, but your personality is very weird. I can't tell if you are an adult or a child. You look very mature. When you are not talking, you look like A person who can take on big things, but your personality will not exceed 8 years old."

"An 8-year-old kid? Why do you think I'm an 8-year-old kid?" Holmes picked up his trousers pocket unwillingly, and stared at me as well, "I can see you clearly, your face is already exposed, you can't Straight-ahead IQ."

"Are you looking for a quarrel? Before we know each other... for a day?"

"No, I was trying to relieve you of the burden, to make your pathetic bankbook less glamorous, to keep you from taking out loans to pay for breakfast, and to keep going to your no-fun psychiatrist Talking about things in front of me, I think I am showing kindness."

I've watched this good-hearted philanthropist for a long time, and this kid really hurts when he tells the truth, making my poor bankbook less attractive?I opened my mouth, almost stunned to describe my stupid look, "How the hell do you know my savings status?"

He smiled, "Ask something innovative, why don't you ask me where I'm going to eat at noon today, I want to take you with me, do you agree? We have to discuss how to allocate rooms, but I have already set my sights on the one on the second floor , I'm afraid you don't have any extra options, Chinese food? Do you like it?"

His question was like no question, I knew that even if I resisted, he would insist on taking me to a Chinese restaurant to sit properly.

There's a unique sense of control in his gestures, which became apparent within 30 minutes of my conversation with him, he doesn't allow others to get over him, he likes to be in control, he's self-centered , feel that everyone has to revolve around him.

I saw him walking quickly to the center of the living room to pack his books. He grabbed a few books and stuffed them on his bookshelf without any skill. One look at this gesture and he knew that he was a bachelor who didn't know how to take care of himself. I seriously doubt that he is a rich young master who just came out of his home and has never lived alone.

But Sherlock Holmes can always overthrow my thinking, he said over lunch, "I've lived alone since I was 16, I graduated from college at 19, and I went to work, I'm 27 years old, do the math, I It’s been a long time since I came out to live alone.”

"I lived alone after returning to China. I joined the army at the age of 22."

"I know, Rifle Regiment, you are good at using guns. Although I don't know which unit you serve in, I know what you have experienced." He suddenly paused on my face with that kind of concentrated gaze, and my heart couldn't help but slow down. When he got down, he said softly: "The scars on your shoulders, your legs, and your forehead are the marks of a rough horn knife. I know the circumstances under which these were caused." He said It was as if I had witnessed it with my own eyes.

"Holmes..."

"Since I have already called you John, there is no need to be so polite to me. I think you must not be convinced to call an 8-year-old kid Mr. Long and Mr. Short." He did not forget to ridicule me.

"Sher..." I stuttered, oh my god, what did I stutter, I tried to clear my throat, he was the first new friend I met in London, a freak, I may not be with He became a roommate, I haven't made up my mind yet, but I don't know what I'm nervous about, so I said, "Sherlock."

"Huh?" He swept away the last piece of food on the plate with a knife and fork. He ate at least twice as fast as me, no, three times faster. He was racing against time when he ate.

"You are a magical person, you can analyze the complete context of events through the details."

Sherlock froze for a moment, I realized that he froze for a long time, then he coughed uncomfortably, took a drink of water, his aggressive eyes avoided me at this moment, "Really? ,magic?"

"I think...it's amazing..." I didn't know what I said wrong, and my voice became quieter. Did I make him unhappy? Why did he suddenly withdraw all the expressions on his face.

But Sherlock was always unexpected. He put his hands on the table and leaned towards me. My neck was stuffed with a white tablecloth. I was at a loss in front of him. What the hell was he going to do? Hyperactive man.

He leaned closer to me and said, "No one has ever said that to me, John." After he finished speaking, he smiled slightly, and there was actually a hint of shyness in that smile.

I breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that he didn't want to blame me for talking too much. I continued to stuff food into my mouth and said casually: "Well, I haven't decided on the house yet, although you kindly proposed that you are willing to share two-thirds of the house. The room rate, but I still have to think about it."

I don't like to be in debt, and I don't like to owe favors to others.

Sherlock curled his lips in frustration, "I knew it, I was destined to not find a roommate, John Watson, a weirdo like me, no one would want to move in, I understand."

I had no choice but to say: "I... think, I'm not familiar with you..."

"It's okay." He interrupted me hastily. He has a lot of things to do on hand. He looks at his phone for a while, and looks around for a while. It seems that there are things in this world that he can't finish.

I waited until the next day in distress. I had given up the expensive apartment on Baker Street but I liked it very much. As a result, I was kidnapped by a small black car inexplicably while walking on the street, and was also inexplicably kidnapped. A man with a small black umbrella threatened and lured me, and what was even more outrageous was that I received a text message from Sherlock inexplicably, and was inexplicably ordered by him to run to him immediately.

I thought something was wrong with him, I ran over in a hurry, I don't even know how he got my phone number, did he hypnotize me to say something, he is beyond what I can imagine smart.

I secretly searched for him on the Internet, and I found the incredible deductive method website through his name, but I was so dull that I still didn’t know what his occupation was, and he never introduced him. He knew me very well, and I All he knew was his age and his qualifications.

After I came to him panting according to the instructions of the text message, Sherlock asked me to type and send text messages, let me do this and that, and generously showed me a corpse on the way, and led me in the middle of the night Chasing a taxi through the streets of London, he made me forget my crutches and I shot a taxi driver for him 6 hours later.

Crazy night, that night, I went back to 221B, sat on the messy sofa, I repeatedly recalled the whole exciting process of solving the case, I felt that I was alive, my blood was boiling in my body, I felt that I was needed , and the utility that I can still play.

Sherlock brought me a glass of wine and I took it, "Thanks, Sherlock," I said.

A few minutes ago, I agreed to move in, and tomorrow my luggage will occupy the place and share the apartment with him.I don't know what it would be like if Sherlock and I got along, he's an amazing man.

I stared at his proud back standing by the window, sipping the liquid in my glass, what was going on in his genius brain?What kind of person is he?Was he really what the Scotland Yard officers said he was, a heartless machine?Does he really have no emotion at all?Is he a piece of ice that never melts?Is he a rock with no heart and no understanding of love?

I sighed, looked at his back with a smile, forget it, I will have countless time to get to know him in the future.

I thought, oh, Sherlock Holmes, the enigmatic man, I've got him.