novelraw Chapter 185 The Long Finale@⑨
Chapter 185 The Long Finale@⑨
Connie finally decided to go back to 221B after spending a week in Mary's private quarters.
Although she is still entangled in the choice of whether to go home or not, she is still Sherlock's girlfriend, the daughter of Mrs. Hudson and Henry, and so many friends... She can't say nothing just go?
So, on a rainy night, Connie took Mary's private plane back to Baker Street.
#Mary actually has a private jet#
#It just scared her#
There were no people on the street, and the sound of dripping rain on the street was not small, but fortunately, the rain itself was not heavy.
"There are still three weeks, you have to think about it." Mary held Connie's hand, squeezed the back of her hand, and smiled.
Connie opened her mouth, but still didn't ask.
This week, she thought countless times whether to ask her most concerned question - "Can I come back?"
But traveling through time and space is not a casual ordinary travel. If you can go back and forth freely, there is no need for Mary to ask her so solemnly. To be honest, she is reluctant to part with everything here.
Everything in the past seems very far away.
Connie had actually made a decision in her heart, she thought she just needed some support.
The pattering rain gradually subsided, Connie walked through the empty street, unlocked the door and entered, it was pitch black, Mrs. Hudson seemed not at home, Connie looked up and saw the firelight leaking from the door on the second floor, she paused , stepped up to the second floor.
"MR. HOMES. If it was the night before the end of the world, would you have dinner with me?" Connie pushed open the door, and saw Sherlock sitting on the sofa, and half kneeling in his bathrobe Irene Adler in front of him.
The distance between the two is so close that they can be intertwined even if they breathe.
Connie: "..."
"Go ahead." Connie froze, closed the door directly, turned around and ran down the stairs, and when she opened the door, she saw Mary who was about to turn around.
"Mary!" Connie rushed over and ran to her side, her little face flushed with anger.
"Changed my mind! I want to go back!" She said in a muffled voice, holding Mary's hand.
This sudden change made Mary stunned, and she turned her head to look at the window on the second floor of 221B, where there were two figures standing there.
One male and one female.
Mary raised her eyebrows: "Did you meet the scene of the accident?"
Connie shed tears uncontrollably, leaning against Mary's arms, the uneasiness she had felt for several days completely collapsed and exploded out of her heart when she saw that scene.
"Bastard." She cursed and cried bitterly.
"Connie?" There was an exchange behind her. Connie raised her head and looked at John with blurred eyes. Seeing Connie crying hard, he frowned fiercely. When Irene was next to her, her eyes sank.
"What happened, Connie." John held atown's take-out fast food bag in his hand, and approached Connie with a guilty face.
A black van was parked downstairs. Connie turned her head and saw Sherlock coming down the stairs wearing a coat. He was looking this way at this moment. The man in black got out of the car and handed him a envelope.
He didn't even look at it, he just walked quickly to the opposite side.
Mary laughed: "It seems that he still cares about you."
It never occurred to Connie that one day she would connect the word Sherlock with the word "Face".
"I think all men in the world are the same." Connie said a little tiredly, with a faint weakness in her tone.
That's a helpless admission—if even someone like Sherlock can cheat—is Irene the "true love" or is she the "accident"?
Connie hated feeling like this.
Mary smiled: "Yes, all men in the world are the same."
I don't know why this sentence sounds a little sad.
Listening to what the two said, John disagreed and said, "I would never do such a thing as cheating!"
Mary glanced at him: "YOUWILLSEE."
Connie came back to her senses, looked at Mary's eyes that seemed to be shining strangely, and grabbed her sleeve: "What's going on?"
John was puzzled.
Seeing that Sherlock was about to walk in front of him.
Connie quickly pulled Mary's sleeve: "Hurry up!"
Mary looked at her helplessly, reached out and took her wrist: "Okay."
"Connie!" Sherlock yelled, causing Connie to tremble and a white light flashed all over her body. John was so frightened that the belt in his hand fell to the ground.
Sherlock paused and ran over as fast as he could.
He stretched out his hand, as if he had grasped a piece of clothing, and pulled it over with all his might.
A white light flashed, and the two figures fell to the ground, unconscious.
Sherlock hugged her into his arms, checked her breathing, a pair of pupils of different colors flashed a tinge of darkness on her pale face.
John looked at Mary who was unconscious on the ground, and hurriedly picked her up.
"Sherlock, don't stay here! Go to the hospital!" John roared, and Sherlock rushed into the black car with the man in his arms.
"Boss wants to see you." The man in black in the car said.
Sherlock didn't look up: "Tell him that the password of the phone is my name. Now, get out of the car!"
"What?" The person in front was taken aback, but John had already put Mary into the car, opened the passenger door and pulled the person out of the car.
The black car sped away, and the man in black stood guard at the door of 221B after making a phone call.
In the hospital, both Connie and Mary fell into a coma, but the hospital obviously couldn't find out why.
Sherlock and John stood outside the door, and John was looking at Sherlock: "What did she see?"
Sherlock looked up at him, but said nothing.
After getting along for a few days, John probably knew some of Irene's habits. She was an unusual woman.
"You really pissed her off this time, and I just heard her say she was going home." John shook his head, looking at Sherlock with a hint of helplessness, "You said before that you should respect her choice, so you mean Whether she goes back or not, you don't care anymore, do you?"
Sherlock's green eyes looked at John's blue eyes under the incandescent light, revealing a ray of light.
"I regret it."
John's throat clogged: "When?"
Sherlock remained motionless: "Just now."
John: "Then you and Irene... let Connie misunderstand?"
"No."
"Nothing? She is wearing your bathrobe and standing in front of the window, anyone will feel suspicious!"
John thought that if his girlfriend was in the same room with other men like this, he would definitely have the backbone to break up first.
"Sherlock, imagine Connie wearing Moriarty's nightgown and staying intimately in the same room with him, they kiss, hug, hold hands, eat and sleep together, and even fuck... How would you feel about this? ?” John carefully selected a typical example, trying to arouse Sherlock's jealousy.
Sherlock narrowed his eyes, looking at John like a knife.
John: "...I'm just telling you that there are some rules in love that cannot be broken."
Sherlock frowned: "What rule?"
John almost had a myocardial infarction: "For example, you can't cheat!"
Sherlock frowned: "I didn't cheat."
"I'm not you," he added.
John was beaten up, and he was even more furious: "Then what did you do to make Connie so angry?"
Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "I'm feeling for her pulse."
John: "..." If it was just a pulse test, wouldn't Connie be misunderstood?
Or after all, Irene Adler is really too special for Sherlock?
The door was gradually opened.
John met Connie's eyes, feeling guilty, and didn't know why.
Sherlock looked up and saw Connie coming, took her hand, put his head close to him, and stepped back an inch when his nose brushed against him.
"Is this how to detect her pulse?" She said coldly with a small expressionless face.
John gasped, looked at the posture of the two at this time, and looked at Sherlock with a "brother 666" expression.
Sherlock is stable, he is convinced.
Sherlock held Connie's small hand with one hand, and wrapped her around her waist with the other, hugged her whole body into his arms, and kissed her expressionless face directly.
The pink and tender red lips were gently nibbled, entangled and fascinated.
Connie froze, and John leaned back with a stiff neck.
"FOD'SSAKE! This is a hospital!" The people coming and going in the corridor have already looked at it with strange eyes, especially Connie's petite and undeveloped body, making everyone treat her as an underage child .
In fact, Connie's age is indeed not very old. At Sherlock's age, it is inevitable that she will feel like an old cow eating young grass.
Connie flinched, put her hand on Sherlock's shoulder, and pulled her lips away.
"Don't think that you can get away with it!"
She raised her head angrily, and looked into his green pupils glowing with blue light with her bright eyes, as if she saw a secluded meadow, and the next second, the thick breath covered it again.
"Hmm..." Connie's eyes widened.
#When did this kid get so good at kissing! #
#How can repair! #
Seeing that John couldn't be persuaded, he exhaled exhausted physically and mentally, and walked to the bathroom silently.
It took a while for Connie to get out of Sherlock's mouth out of breath. The first thing she did was to cover her mouth and look at Sherlock's bright lips, blushing.
Unexpectedly, the next second, he took out a small ring from his pocket.
Connie looked at the donut-shaped diamond on it, and was stunned for a second, and was caught off guard by him on her ring finger in the next second.
"What are you doing?" she asked in a daze.
Sherlock looked at the ring on her hand: "What else can I do? Of course it's an exchange of tokens."
Connie took a deep breath: "Are you proposing? When did you prepare the ring?"
Sherlock thought for a while: "Last month."
Connie: "..."
Connie: "Didn't you say you want to give me a chance to choose?"
Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "Didn't I say I repented?"
Connie: "..."
After a while, she narrowed her eyes: "Then if I go back, who do you want to give this ring to?"
He suddenly laughed out loud, but said nothing.
Connie vowed to ask the question this time, so she stretched out her two hands and grabbed the soft flesh on his face: "Quickly tell me! Who do you want to give this ring to after buying it?!"
The dignified detective's face was crumpled into an extremely ridiculous appearance. When John came out of the bathroom, what he saw was Sherlock's "forced" to show his big white teeth, which were on his cheek and Connie's left ring finger. A diamond ring that shines even brighter than a big white tooth.
John: "........."
He just went to the toilet once, why does it feel like he missed 500 years? ? ?
The author has something to say: this chapter, I don’t know if it’s sweet or not, oops~~~