Chapter 173 Sherlock and Watson (Please Vote)

Chapter 173 Sherlock and Watson (please vote~~~)

"Okay, then I'll listen to you. I'll go back to Los Angeles in a while." Ron thought for a while and agreed.

Sherlock's behavior has always been... at best, it's enigmatic, at worst, it's mystical, but Ron could still get a glimpse of his thoughts.

Because of his own existence, Owen is bound to change his original strategy. On the one hand, his prophetic advantage will be lost, and on the other hand, Owen may seek help from his powerful mother.

The force they will face at that time is definitely not comparable to that of the temporary team that Owen has built now. Although Ron is not afraid of any challenge, in line with the principle of saving one thing and one less thing, Ron still feels that it is better to follow Sherlock's advice. .

I'm definitely not a coward, I just find it troublesome~

squeak~

The door of the laboratory was pushed open, and what came in was not the female doctor who had just planned to invite him to drink coffee, but a fat man and a lame man. Sherlock seemed to be unable to see them, and was still doing experiments on his own.

Ron showed an intriguing expression. Isn't this Sherlock's true love, Watson?

Sherlock suddenly said: "Mike, can I borrow your mobile phone? Mine has no signal."

"Can't you use a landline?" Fat Mike replied.

"I prefer texting."

"Sorry, it's in my coat."

"Here, use mine." Watson, who had some inconvenience in his legs and feet, handed over a special edition BlackBerry.

"Oh, thank you." Sherlock took the phone, and Fatty took this opportunity to quickly introduce: "This is an old friend of mine, John Watson."

After saying that, Mike looked at Ron, meaning it's your turn to introduce him, but Sherlock had no intention of introducing Ron, but asked casually while texting.

“Afghanistan or Iraq?”

"What?" Watson was stunned.

"Afghanistan or Iraq, which one?" Sherlock asked again, and the corners of Ron's mouth curved.

Things are getting more and more interesting. I wonder if Mr. Mycroft’s heart will be broken when he sees that the famous Mr. Mouth is so patient.

He will probably never be able to hold his nephew in his arms again in this life, of course, adoption is another factor.

"Afghanistan, how did you..."

"Jasmine, thank you for the coffee." Sherlock took the coffee: "Why is your lipstick gone?"

"I've used it to no avail." The female doctor said disappointedly.

"Really? I think the effect is good. Your mouth looks too small now." Sherlock drank coffee and walked as freely as if he were at home. The female doctor handed Ron the iced American and left sadly. .

Ron took a sip of coffee: "Say, couldn't you see that she put on lipstick to attract your attention?"

However, Sherlock Sihao didn't mean to pay him any attention and put the coffee on the table: "What do you think of the violin?"

Ron and Fat Mike looked at each other and turned their attention to Watson. Based on their understanding of Sherlock, these words must have been said to Watson.

"Sorry, what?" Watson was a little confused by the two men.

"I play the violin when I'm thinking about problems. Sometimes I don't speak for several days. Does it upset you?" Sherlock turned around: "Future roommates should understand each other's worst sides."

Watson looked at his introducer: "Mike, have you ever told him about me?"

"Not a word."

"Then who said anything about roommates?"

"I said it," Sherlock glanced at the test report just sent by the female doctor, wrote down all the contents on it, and picked up his coat.

"I told Mike in the morning that I was going to have a hard time finding a roommate, and now here he is, just after lunch, bringing an old friend with him who has apparently just returned home from military service in Afghanistan. It's not hard to deduce that."

"Then how do you know about Afghanistan?" Watson said numbly, but Ron could clearly see that he was also becoming interested in Sherlock. Ron suddenly felt that everything in front of him was becoming more and more sexual. smell.

"I live in a nice little place in central London. Sharing the rent shouldn't stress you out. I'll meet you there tomorrow night, seven o'clock."

Sherlock was always at his own pace. Si Hao didn't pay attention to what others said, or even if he heard it, he didn't bother to pay attention: "Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

After saying that, Sherlock squeezed past Watson and left gracefully.

"We just met and are we going to look at houses together?" Watson stopped Sherlock: "We don't even know each other at all, let alone where to meet. I don't even know your name."

"I know you are a military doctor who has just returned from being injured in Afghanistan. I know you have a brother who is worried about you, but you refuse to ask him for help because you can't stand him. Maybe because he is an alcoholic, but more likely because He had recently abandoned his wife.

And I also know that your counselor believes that your lameness is a mental illness, which I think is quite accurate. "

Sherlock came back again. Although his expression was as usual, Ron still found that he couldn't suppress a little pride. Ron had minored in psychology and understood that such an extremely narcissistic personality would never give up on anyone. A chance to show off.

Generally speaking, if no one protects such people, they will be beaten from childhood to adulthood. There is an example of this in his family.

"Can this continue? My name is Sherlock Holmes, and my address is 221B Baker Street. Good afternoon." Sherlock winked at Watson very coquettishly and closed the door.

"Yes, he is always like this." X2.

Ron and the fat man opposite said in unison.

"Are you Sherlock's friend?" Watson asked.

"Of course not, Sherlock has no friends, or you may be an exception." Ron replied matter-of-factly. From a certain perspective, gay friends can be considered a type of friends, right?

perhaps?

"But I can answer your doubts." Probably because this disease is contagious and the infection is transmitted from person to person, Ron was attracted by Sherlock's performance and had the urge to pretend.

Watson turned to Ron for help: "Do you know how he knew that I just came back from Afghanistan?"

"Of course, it's not difficult to guess." Ron drank the coffee in one gulp: "Your hairstyle and your posture indicate that you are a soldier. I'm sorry, Sherlock and I overheard a bit of your conversation in the room. , you said 'this is different from before', which means you were a student here, so you are obviously a military doctor."

"Your face is tanned, but not above your wrists. This means that it was not deliberately tanned by sunbathing. Your legs are inconvenient, but you did not ask for a chair when standing. It seems that you have forgotten this matter, more or less There are some psychological issues.”

"That means the environment of the injury was trauma, combat injuries, war, and strong sunlight. The only places that meet these two conditions recently are Afghanistan and Iraq."

Ah~

Appreciating the silly expressions of Fatty and Watson, Ron felt refreshed. Fortunately, he was a Sherlock Holmes fan. Ron could almost memorize this classic description in the original novel.

No wonder both Sherlock and Sheldon always have to pretend something up without giving up any opportunity. It turns out that pretending to beep is such a pleasant thing?

Ron secretly decided to continue to promote this sport in the future.

"You just said that I was doing psychological counseling..." Watson wanted to say something else, but was interrupted again by Ron.

"Your lameness is due to psychological reasons. Of course you need psychological counseling. I have a friend who was injured in the war in Iraq. He was fine after only three months, but the injury was to his buttocks."

Ron also put on his coat: "Nice to meet you two. My name is Ron. I'm also in a hurry. I have to go back to the United States. I believe we will meet again soon."