John Watson, a former military doctor, after being away from the battlefield, felt the battlefield in London without gunpowder, which made John Watson, who was brave and resolute and missed the battlefield, not feel at a loss, on the contrary, he adapted well.

It's just that John obviously forgot one thing, that is, a battlefield without gunpowder is also a battlefield, and there will always be dead people on the battlefield. But John never imagined that his roommate, Sherlock Holmes, the only consulting detective in the world, would die, and die right in front of him.

John had a psychological breakdown, he suffered from traumatic psychological sequelae again, went to see a psychiatrist, made up his mind to move out of 221B Baker Street, got a job in a small clinic, and lived a 9-to-5 life like most of the city, doing nothing, plain as water, and the fog was in John's mind back to what he was before he retired from Afghanistan and didn't share a house with Sherlock, like a pool of stagnant water.

But what can this be, Sherlock died, he went to his grave to deliver flowers, and then life had to go on, but John's originally lively blog was never updated.

Today, John took the subway to work as usual, he was completely immersed in his own world, and he didn't look up at his surroundings, that is, he didn't notice the mother and son sitting across from him at all, phew, it was a young Asian lady and a cute cute Zhengtai, the cute Zhengtai kept staring at him, and the Asian lady didn't take her eyes off her phone the whole time. Many passengers in the same carriage noticed the strange combination, but John didn't notice it from the start to the finish, and when he reached his destination, he got up and got out of the train.

Xiao Zhengtai raised his feet and stood in front of John, and was about to open his mouth to speak, when John looked at his watch and hurriedly squeezed out of the carriage.

Sherlock: "......"

Erin, who had been paying attention to the phone screen, finally raised her head, "Now do you think that I was still so bored when I first jumped out of the cake to surprise John?" ”

Sherlock snorted, "Get off." ”

Erin stopped poking at her fiancé and got up from her seat and took Sherlock's hand so that he wouldn't get lost or anything in the crowded subway station.

Sherlock was overjoyed and pleasantly surprised...... The attempt to find a reason: "John's observational powers, which were originally not flattering, have now completely degraded to a prehistoric level. ”

Erin put her phone back in her coat pocket, thinking about John's absence the whole time, she nodded in agreement with Sherlock's point of view, and asked later, "Then what do you think is the main reason why he degraded to the prehistoric level?" ”

Sherlock really thought about it seriously and gave an answer: "His mediocre, basically non-rotating brain? Oh, do you want to say it's because of me? Because I'm not with him, his brain doesn't spin. ”

Erin let out a "hmm" and ruthlessly gave a negative result: "That's half right." ”

Sherlock jumped a few steps forward so that he could look at his fiancée. Erin blinked, and Sherlock flattened her mouth, "You think it's because of my death?" Oh, John invaded Afghanistan, and he wasn't so sentimental. ”

"It doesn't matter if John is so sentimental or not, the most important thing now is—" Erin reminded Sherlock as she looked at the approaching escalator, "watch the way, Charlie. ”

Sherlock: "......"

"Don't be angry, I made an appointment with Dr. Watson at John's clinic when I was on the subway, you can give him... Pleasantly surprised. Erin seemed to have anticipated this situation and saw that the preparations were ready. It's just that there are a few illnesses in the appointment...... Chic――

"Dr. Watson, next up is a little patient, ADHD." The nurse reminded.

"Shouldn't you go to Dr. Turner? He specializes in pediatrics. John was a little confused, and the nurse explained, "Dr. Turner didn't come here on leave today, and you know that we are only a small clinic here. ”

"I see, let them in." John turned around to look at the medical records on the computer and frowned, what the hell is this S.HAi's name? Wait, John inexplicably felt something else in his heart, and he stared at the door until it was pushed open, a ...... The little boy walked in.

John shook his head secretly, he was thinking too much.

However, when the boy's parents walked in, John couldn't suggest that he was thinking too much! He looked blankly at the little boy, with curly hair, light-colored pupils, and heterochromia, even though he was a child, he was still wearing a small suit and coat, and it was the same pattern that his former roommate used to wear when he was alive.

Seeing John come over, Sherlock (with a milky voice) greets, "Hi, John." ”

John sat up from his seat and looked at Sherlock in a daze.

Sherlock felt that he needed to explain something, so he went on (with a milky voice) and said, "Simply put, I'm not dead. ”

John still didn't speak, his expression didn't look right, Sherlock moved his lips and said, "I know it's a little wrong, maybe it's going to give you a heart attack, maybe you'll have a heart attack in the next second, but I have a reason to do it, because it's fun." ”

Erin silently closed the door.

John's breathing began to get heavy, and Sherlock paused and muttered, "Well, that's not quite right. ”

"You say that to make me think you're Sherlock, the Sherlock Holmes who jumped off the rooftop and died!" John finally spoke, he held his breath, glanced at the little boy who was very Sherlock from the way he spoke to the way he dressed, and then took a deep breath and looked at Irene, who had not spoken since he came in, and saw that there was no discomfort in her expression, he sneered, and couldn't help shouting at her: "Do you think this little boy too, is he five years old?" (Sherlock interjects reluctantly, "It's actually four.") John visibly choked, and his face turned redder. Is this four-year-old Sherlock Holmes? Your ex-boyfriend! ”

"Actually, we're engaged now." Erin corrected John's words, and in order to make her argument more convincing, she showed John the ring on her hand.

John: "...... Are you crazy?! ”

Sherlock: "...... John—"

"Shut the fuck up for me!" John couldn't help yelling, only to find out that he was yelling at a four-year-old child, he wiped his face fiercely, thought about it and seemed to find a reasonable explanation: "Mycrof! It has to be Mycroft, right? ”

"Huh?"

"Mycroft couldn't stand his brother's death, so he used the power of the British government, and Chron was a Sherlock!" John couldn't bear to look at Sherlock again, and his mind opened up and put forward another conjecture, "Or transfer Sherlock's brain thinking to a little boy, and now that the truth is done, Sherlock has come back from the dead in this way!" Yes, it must be so, yes, Mycroft is the British government, and he can do it. It's just that I didn't expect that not only McCroft was crazy, but Erin you were also crazy, how are you now, engaged to a four-year-old boy, oh, are you still going to get married? Are you here to deliver wedding invitations? Would you like to invite me, Sherlock's best friend, to be the best man for the four-year-old Sherlock? If that's the case, then I'm really honored, lucky, and extremely happy! ”

Sherlock: "......"

Erin: "......"

For a while, John's office could only hear John's panting voice, and it was really difficult for him to say so many words in one breath.

After a moment of silence, Erin relented first and spoke: "I thought that Mrs. Hudson's thinking was wild enough, but I didn't expect John's to be superior. ”

Sherlock pouted and said, "You've read his blog, you should have known that." ”

Erin smiled and said, "Hmm, refreshed your cognition again? Actually, you're shocked too, aren't you? ”

Sherlock thought for a moment and admitted, "There are some. ”

John's heart was even more broken, just because they were both able to show affection at this age difference, and he looked at Erin with a condemning gaze: "You have a pedophile, you! ”

Erin: "...... I take back my original words. Without saying hello, she pulled out her wand and turned the chair in the examination room into a teddy bear, "Didn't I tell you, John?" I'm a witch. ”

John: "!! John's brain really crashed, he stared at the teddy bear with wide eyes, he pinched his palm, it hurt so much, it shows that he really wasn't dreaming! But a witch, a witch!! "Is it a wizard like in Harry Potter? Could it be that Sherlock was resurrected by you with a resurrection stone? But this is not right, the resurrection stone resurrected people will not think? And he's getting smaller...... No, no, that's not the point, the point is what the hell is going on here?! ”

"Actually, I've only been at Hogwarts for one year, Ravenclaw." Erin turned the teddy bear back into its original chair and said unhurriedly, "Oh, Sherlock too, if you want to know." ”

John was completely blindsided, he didn't even know what he was talking about, in fact he seemed to be half a beat slow: "Gryffindor? ”

"Ravenclaw." This time it was Sherlock who replied, he was still the same virtuous as before, and his complete emotional intelligence was not on the line, "I discussed with Erin that if you study at Hogwarts, you will go to Gryffindor. ”

"I fucking thank you guys for remembering me when you were at Hogwarts and thinking your ex-roommate was dead!" John has finally come back to his senses from this weird, sci-fi blockbuster, which makes the brain receive information but can't process it, he flipped the table angrily, no, there was still a clinic computer on the table, it was public, he turned to the cup, his own cup, and fell on the floor with a "pop", making a loud noise.

Once again, there was silence.

- Well, the picture of the reunion of friends is still quite ... Touching, right?