I'm John Watson.

A military doctor who returned from retirement from Afghanistan six months ago.

My psychiatrist always felt like I couldn't adapt to that time.

But I guess I just miss that bloody time.

me.

I think I'm frustrated by that fact.

Until this morning, an old friend introduced me to a strange man.

Strange but also smart jaw-dropping man.

At least the compliments poured out of my mouth uncontrollably.

His name was Sherlock Holmes.

We had only just met, and he seemed to know everything about me, and it was entirely based on his observations – it was incredible.

While I was still puzzled by his magic, he had already made an appointment to see the house the next morning.

221B Baker Street.

I searched for him that night, a detective who seemed to be a strange one, but his reasoning and deduction method was very magical.

There are also many cases he has handled, and his experience of working with the London Police to solve cases, which makes me feel a sense of excitement from the bottom of my heart.

I didn't sleep until six o'clock the next morning, when I went out early.

At 6:50, he came in a taxi, and it seemed as if he hadn't slept all night, and his spirit was a little sluggish.

"Bang bang", there was a knock on the door, and an old man with white hair came out.

"Henry, long time no see." Sherlock nodded to him, and an old lady came out behind the old man.

"Mrs. Hudson, long time no see." He greeted him with a smile, and Mrs. Hudson hugged him warmly.

"Oh, Sherlock! Welcome back. ”

I was a little curious: "You know?" ”

They nodded, and the mood seemed a little unusual.

"Yes." Sherlock nodded, as if he didn't want to talk about it, and went up to the second floor as soon as he entered.

"How?" He spun around and asked me.

To be honest, I think it's great, better than my apartment, although a little messy.

"Very good, very good......" I nodded.

"This is the key, we are going on a trip tomorrow, so I will give it to you in advance." Mrs. Hudson brought two keys, and for some reason, Sherlock's one seemed to be particularly old.

I think there must have been a story here.

"You can't enter the room on the first floor, and you can use it anywhere else." Mrs. Hudson said.

I could clearly feel my new friend's breath stagnant.

Yes, I saw him as a new friend, and I was a little happy, but he was obviously a little upset, though I don't know why.

But soon, he regained his expressionless appearance, so fast that I thought that moment was my delusion.

This made my curiosity shrink back again.

"How's it going? Still busy on a case? Mrs. Hudson pulled Sherlock to talk about the housework, and Mr. Henry, with his gray hair, went to take care of the flowers and plants in the backyard.

I thought, this is really a sturdy elderly couple, I don't know if they have children.

"It seems like there have been three suicides in a row recently?" Mrs. Hudson picked up the newspaper.

"It's all four." Sherlock stood by the window, not knowing what he was looking at.

"And it's not suicide."

I was about to ask when I heard the sound of someone coming up from the bottom of the stairs, a middle-aged man coming up, who looked like he was supposed to be a policeman, although he was wearing civilian clothes.

"Where?"

"Lauriston Gardens. Biston. ”

"So?"

Lestrade sighed: "This time this one left a last word. ”

"You go first. I followed. Sherlock said, and I could clearly see the officer's relieved expression.

It seems that the police really value Sherlock.

“.” He said, taking his gloves and walking outside.

I nodded, feeling a little lost in my heart.

"I'll make you a cup of tea, kid." Mrs. Hudson patted me on the shoulder and smiled very warmly, and I smiled and looked at her emaciated back.

"Mrs. Hudson lives with your husband, what about your children?"

I could clearly see her back stiffen, and I thought I was saying the wrong thing.

She ...... He's dead. ”

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." I covered my mouth and saw her turn around, a little sad on my face.

"Nothing, it's been many years." She brought a cup of flower tea, with red petals on it, although I didn't think it was suitable for me to drink, but I didn't refuse, but I smelled the aroma and felt good.

"It smells good." I praised.

She smiled: "Yes, it's good for the body." She paused: "Don't bring up this topic in front of Sherlock." ”

I was stunned, what does this have to do with Sherlock?

But looking at Mrs. Hudson's slightly worried gaze, I nodded.

"Okay, I'll remember."

"Praise him a lot, he will like to hear it. You're going to be a good match. She smiled softly.

I nodded, I don't think I need to be reminded of this, my body will spontaneously feel admiration, and I will say these words of praise today.

Before I could take a sip of that cup of flower tea, I received a text message from Sherlock.

He was very blunt and asked me if I wanted to be his assistant.

How did he get my mobile number?

I decided to ignore the doubt.

“ok。” I texted and a message came back.

It's the address, and it's exactly what the officer said.

Lauriston Gardens. Biston.

I walked out of the house on crutches and stopped a taxi to get there.

When I arrived, he seemed to be waiting for me at the junction, and I quickened my pace to catch up with him.

"Why did you ask me to be your assistant?"

"Because I need an assistant." Oh, that's pretty straightforward.

It seems that this is a person who does not speak well.

But I think it's good.

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