[sherlock] Spirit and flesh

Chapter 32 The real Happy Ending is here

Sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, I can’t feel the passage of time. Everything seems to be still. The eaves outside the window glass are covered with ivy and weak light golden cornflowers. There is no wind or sunshine, and the rain has just stopped, and there are wet and heavy patches everywhere.

I turned my head and looked at the nurse who was talking to another patient at the end of the long hall. I quietly avoided her, turned my wheelchair quietly, walked through the long hall, and came to the steps. I looked around , until no one is around.

I jumped out of the wheelchair like a person who had never been injured, but in fact, my knee hurts like hell. 3 months ago, the doctor caught a metal bullet from my kneecap, and it has been raining ever since. I was in pain like hell, I ran down the stairs with moccasin slippers on my feet, I needed to run faster to avoid those annoying nurses, to go outside the fence and sit on the once-a-month Trucks delivering medical supplies.

But I haven't run 300 meters before, a few tall and burly administrators rushed out, with electric shock rods attached to their waists, and straps for binding in their hands. In the corner of the yard, in the blooming Under the pink flower tree, I, the still wounded, were lifted off the fence and pressed against the hard brick wall.

They broke my arms vigorously and tied me up with belts. I stayed in their encirclement net dejectedly, kicking my legs indiscriminately. In the end, I still hung my head powerlessly and dragged my feet in frustration. On the ground, let them move me back to the nursing home.

I do the math, this is my No. 3 escape attempt in the past 15 months.

This boring nursing home is driving me crazy. I was dragged up the damp steps and thrown into my room. The nurses came to untie my belt, squatted by my bed, and asked me softly. No need for sedatives.

"It seems that you still understand human nature. Do you know that it is illegal and immoral to imprison a living person?" I naturally refused the sedative and satirized them by the way, but no one ignored my protest. The administrator closed the door, put a lock on the outside, and locked me in this bleak room.

There is nothing here but the furniture and the moving air, there is no trace of my life here, and no dear friends.

My Sherlock Holmes, wonder how he is doing in London, England.

I lay in bed all that gloomy afternoon, with the mesh gauze wrapped around my head, holding my fragile skull in place after a craniotomy, I rolled around in my pillow, and after breakfast I Already on pain meds, so apart from the leg pain, today is one of the more comfortable days I've had in 3 months.

The room is quite big, with a double sofa and a bookshelf opposite, and a desk for me, but there is no laptop on it that allows communication with the outside world, let alone a phone. The entire nursing home looks like an ancient building in the eighteenth century , No one here uses a mobile phone, in order not to interfere with the operation of medical equipment, and of course, to prevent a special patient like me from attempting to contact outsiders.

The only working phone in the nursing home is locked in the dean's office. Last time I used Holmes' method to steal the key, but when I stood in front of the phone and pressed the number, I found out sadly, that damn it The phone cannot make international calls, so I also know how far I am from the UK from the Greek prompt on the phone.

I'm in Greece, but I don't know which small island I'm on. I can see the cliff at the end through the window of my room. Outside the cliff is the endless ocean. As long as I have enough physical strength, I can jump into the sea. Raised his arms and paddled across the ocean, across the entire French mainland, and returned to England.

Believe me, thinking about Holmes can drive me to do all sorts of crazy things.

I slept restlessly in bed for several hours, with strange dreams, I always dreamed of Sherlock's crying face, halfway I was woken up by thunder, and there was another heavy rain outside the window, accompanied by a hurricane blowing from the sea , Scattered raindrops hit my window, I opened my eyes blankly on the lonely mattress, staring at the empty ceiling, wondering what the weather was like in London, and wondering if Sherlock carried an umbrella when he went out , he doesn't like cumbersome accessories, so he always uses a windbreaker to keep out the rain when he goes out. This habit is very bad.

Life here is very boring, and there are nurses watching my meals three times a day. Except for my room and my bathroom, no matter where I go, the reading room or the billiard room, there are several pairs of eyes watching my whereabouts and movements all the time.

The range I can roam around in a wheelchair is the front yard and the back yard. For me, outside the fence is a forbidden area. I have seen every leaf in the yard. In order to get rid of annoying stalking, I prefer to be alone in a slightly Made me feel at home in the room.

There is no TV here, and the TV can only be watched in the billiard room. There are too many people there, I find it annoying, and there are not many channels, and the news station can’t receive it at all. There are no newspapers here, only books, countless books , I don't know what's going on in the outside world, what's going on with Holmes' case, how's he doing, what's holding him back from coming to take care of me?

I was bored and wrote him a few ink-stained letters with a damn pen on the desk, asking about his recent situation, and introducing my recent situation by the way, hoping that he would use his talent to pick me up home, God knows how much I Missing him, I almost scribbled XXX for kisses at the end of the letter to urge him.

But the nursing home never sent it to me.

The letters are stacked in my drawer, and I often stare blankly at the books spread out on the desktop. Although the scenery outside the window is beautiful, it is always boring. , During the past three months, Mycroft Holmes has only been visiting me among the people I know in this world.

It has been raining for several days, and the small islands along the coast are always in high tide. The waves hit the rocks and make a raging roar. Reliable arm, when I opened my eyes, there was only darkness and sea-blue mist around me. I had a vague tendency to have nightmares. Without Sherlock by my side, I would always have nightmares.

Even in the years when I was married twice, I would often wake up from nightmares sweating next to my late wife, and then sit on the edge of the bed thinking about Sherlock silently, staring at the dark bedroom for a long time wall, thinking that I should go over to talk to him overnight, but I always dismissed that thought, drank a glass of wine and then went back to sleep with my head covered. For some reason, during my marriage, I always felt that I and Sherlock had the illusion of cheating when he got too close.

I have been deliberately keeping a certain distance from him. There is a layer of cellophane between me and him. I dare not touch him, and he dare not touch me. The cellophane marked in the name of friendship is too thin and fragile .

I didn't wake up at that time, I had already regarded him as my extramarital affair object rather than a simple best friend.I have had a crush on him for so long, so deeply, my wife and all my friends know that I have a crush on him, almost even Sherlock has noticed it, the funny thing is, I am the last one to know.

Mycroft landed on the island's tarmac in his private jet at the weekend, and walked out of the rain with an umbrella under his umbrella. I squinted at his graceful and deliberate gait, and I wanted to pounce on him, but I My broken leg stopped me.

Mycroft put away his umbrella, someone took it, wiped the water off his shoulders, and walked towards me down the corridor, his footsteps resonant.

I was bored sitting in a wheelchair, with a gray blanket on my knees that only an old man could use. It is not uncommon for it to take the first half of the year or even longer. I have also seen people whose fractures did not heal for 3 years.

I get migraines in the middle of the night, and it may take years for the surgery to subside.

His shadow fell on my head, I stared at his face, Mycroft leaned on the pillar and looked at me as well, he spoke slowly, as if he had been out of it all the time: "John, you ran again Going to climb the fence? You are not treated well here?"

"As a prisoner, this prison is considered a five-star." I answered him sarcastically.

"I'm not taking you as a prisoner, John, and I'm not depriving you of your freedom, but you need a holy place to recuperate. This place is excellent. No matter how much money people spend, they can't find such a treasured place for vacation. In your head There was a bullet that almost killed you. If Sherlock hadn't been doing heart compressions for you at that time, you would have died a long time ago. Your life is really taken back. It is the mercy of the devil and the negligence of the god of death. How long did my brother press in the snow? I guess it was 40 minutes. He kept pushing hard with his injured arm, but he didn't know the pain. Besides, you were shot in the knee, and you were beaten all over your body The scars on your face can make you sit up in 3 months, you are really the darling of God.”

Mycroft's words moved me a lot. My dear Sherlock even forgot his own wounds in order to save me.

I said, "You should let me go back to England, Sherlock won't see me, how worried should I be."

"Actually, you're dead."

I froze, staring at him stupidly, I forgot how to blink my eyes, "What?"

"The news of your death has always dominated the headlines in the British newspapers. There are no British newspapers here. I brought you a copy, but it was reported last week. I hope you don't mind." Mycroft clamped him Pass me the newspaper under the arm, already wet with rain.

I took the newspaper and didn’t even need to turn the page, my name appeared on the headlines. I was thrilled to read how the news of my death was vividly described on it. I was declared by the media reporters to be a detective assistant who was shot in the head. , unfortunately died in the woods of a base. Currently, Sherlock Holmes is mourning his assistant and hunting down the remnants of the base. After reading this paragraph, I feel that the sky is falling.

After putting down the newspaper, the emerald green scene in front of my eyes suddenly turned into a gray one.

"God! Even Sherlock doesn't know that I'm alive? Why is this? Why is this happening?! I'm dead?! You planned it?! Mycroft?!" I finally couldn't hold it anymore, from Standing up in the wheelchair, I lunged at him, but Mycroft stretched out an arm to hold my face, and I just couldn't reach him with my two fists in front of him, damn the height difference!

"Calm down, doctor, if you want to hear my explanation, you can sit back, otherwise I will turn around and leave, get on my private jet, and never see you again."

I shook off his palm, panting hard in front of him, "I'm dead? I'm fucking dead?"

I would like to know more about the reason for my "death".

I tried my best to calm down, I clenched my fists tightly, the veins on the back of my hands bulged, I sat back in the wheelchair, with messy blankets and broken teacups under my feet, I covered my head, even though the painkillers were still working, but I still feel the throbbing throbbing at this moment, I realize that throbbing is coming from inside me, my heart is bleeding, oh poor Sherlock, how do I tell him, how do I tell him The news that I am still alive, I want to use all means to tell him that I am still living in this deserted ghost place.

"You have to die, John. In fact, meeting Sherlock is the greatest adventure of your life. He is a target. The light of justice on him will attract all the evil spears in this world to him. He is all evil. The thorn in the side and the thorn in the flesh that the dragons are eager to get rid of. With a population of 800 million in London, you can choose so many roommates, but you choose him. Yes, you must die. John, if you stay in London, the snipers will not hesitate Just eradicate you, those al Qaeda personnel think you also know the information in the U disk, but in fact you know very little, but you can't explain to those bad guys, they act viciously, and will not leave a trace bane."

"I don't fucking understand what you mean!" I yelled at him in a rough voice, "It's not the first time I've met your brother! Of course I know he's making enemies everywhere! I know how many people in the world want him to die! But I don't care, I don't fucking care, no matter how dangerous he is, I want to be by his side, that's none of your business! You meddling, cunning, cunning politician!"

"Hmph, I'm not nosy. I didn't do all this for you, an ordinary doctor. I did it for my brother, my unique, unique brother. If anything happens to him, my mother and father should have How sad."

My eyes were bloodshot with anger, and I stared at him in red eyes: "So, telling him I'm dead, is it your unique way of loving him?"

Mycroft folded his arms and said calmly: "Let me start from the beginning, you were injured in Serbia, and Sherlock fell into a coma. I thought to myself, if you and Sherlock were arranged to recuperate together, he would be overwhelmed." Yes, he has to take care of himself and protect you at the same time. He has to drag his sick body back and forth between your hospital bed and his hospital bed. This is really too difficult for him. Of course, this is not to separate you The key, the key is that he still has to continue his unfinished task, John, the matter of Serbia has not been resolved."

"Didn't the newspaper write that the head of the base was killed by a grenade?" I said with resentment.

"The fish that slipped through the net who was willing to sacrifice their lives for their leader's revenge is far more vicious than you can imagine, John. I thought you were going to die at the time, and you were in danger. You spent more than 120 hours in the operating room. After several rounds, you have not been out of danger. If I told Sherlock that you are alive, but not sure how long you will live, he will definitely give up all the work in hand to be by your side. He will spend all his time Come to dedicate it to you, you know, since you appeared, you have replaced the most important thing in his life, and he would rather not solve the case for you."

I was silent, and every word Mycroft said convinced me that Sherlock would indeed give up solving the case for me. Not only that, he did even more terrible things for me. In order to protect my happy marriage, he blocked a hole with his chest. He was willing to jump off a building in humiliation for me, and went to live in seclusion in the mountains of Serbia. He can kill for me, die for me, and he can also live for me.Tears almost came out of my eyes, but I won't let others see my tears.

I raised my head resolutely, looked at Mycroft, "Go on."

"As long as you are not out of danger for a day, he will be distracted for you. After the operation, the doctor said that you will have repeated inflammation for a month, and you will be on the verge of death. You can only survive this month. Only then can you determine whether you can survive. I can't let Sherlock spend a month at your bedside where life and death are unpredictable. Countless civilians will die in vain. I can't tell you how important the information in the U disk is. It is related to the innocent people in Serbia, I am indeed selfish, I am like an evil devil who breaks up true love, but I am willing to bear the resentment of my brother and your resentment, I lied to him, I told him, you died, for The only thing is to let him continue to kill the evil dragon without any worries. In order to avenge you, he cheered up even more. He wiped out the entire organization, he eliminated the root of evil, he lost you, but he saved more people."

Mycroft's expression became serious: "As long as he perseveres, he can only persevere. He is a person who shoulders a heavy responsibility. His talent makes him shoulder the mission that he has to complete. A hero is not as easy as people think. , If he doesn't do it, no one will be able to do it anymore. His work will continue. John, unfortunately, you can't go back to London. Once you go back, you will become an archery target and you will be killed at any time Get over it, Sherlock is cautious, but you may not, you always have moments of slack, and you happen to be his only weakness, I have to hide you, just like hiding gems in a box, buried in the ground, Until the king wins this war, you can see the light of day again."

I clenched my fist for a long time, unable to let go, what happened to Sherlock really made me feel bad, so what if he is a hero, but at the same time he is a fragile child who has not grown up.

"How long will I have to wait? He should die of grief."

"Indeed, I saw the expression on his face that life would be worse than death. I suspect that he once wanted to accompany you to die in love. I don't question my thoughts at all. I think he must have struggled in the abyss of pain. I firmly believe that He considered going to death, but fortunately he was sensible enough, he lived up to expectations, he is a veritable 'Great Holmes', he is on the road to revenge, John, he is overcoming obstacles, and you can not interfere with him."

"How could I interfere with him? I can't believe that after so many years of getting along, you still don't believe in my ability. Now that I'm out of danger and don't need him to be by my side to take care of me all the time, it should be soon Tell him the truth, I will not become his stumbling block, I can still follow him and help him kill the enemy as before."

"Yes, it's been 3 months. Your injury has stabilized and is recovering gradually. He doesn't need to take care of you when you go back." Mycroft took a deep breath of the rainy air.

The rhythm of the raindrops hitting the eaves is like the fierce heart beating on my chest.

He said: "But it's better for you to live than to die... John, do you understand me? I won't lose to Sherlock in worrying about you. Of course I can't bear my brother being sad, but the premise is It’s because you can’t really die, you are his most cherished treasure, and I have the responsibility to protect him, as long as you return to London, you will be in danger, and I can’t let you show up.”

"That's about time to tell Sherlock the truth, tell him I'm not dead, I'm recovering, and it'll make him feel better."

"It just can't, how do I know if that frizzy little devil can't help but come across the ocean to see you, how do I know if he can't help but can't stand your coquettishness and take you back, how many times, You begged him to take you on an adventure, but he knew all the dangers, but he still took you with him, you always have your own set of killers against him!, right, you can always talk to his rocky heart, he once It is solid ice, but it will melt in front of you, I am not him, John, no matter how much you beg me, I will not soften my heart."

"God, I want to see him, he must be heartbroken." I was startled to feel my fingers trembling, trembling with heartache.

"Yes, his heart is broken, but in exchange for your safety, there is hope to meet you alive. As long as he completely eradicates the evil, you can meet each other. Sherlock is just completing his unfinished mission. The last time he I should have been cheating for a longer time, but I suddenly needed him, so I called him back early. Who knew that the first thing he would do when he came back would be to laugh at your mustache in the small restaurant where you had dinner and date. , looking for you to be beaten, this is not what I expected."

I can't refute him, but I have a firm idea in my heart, I am a person with my own opinion, I will decide right and wrong when I do things, I am never influenced by others, even Sherlock can't instill a twisted life in me Look, what I like to do with my life is my business, not Mycroft's.

Mycroft didn't allow me to meet Sherlock, the main reason was that I was afraid that I would meet a killer as soon as I went back, and he also didn't allow me to reveal the news that I was alive, because he was worried that Sherlock couldn't help but come to see me, and he couldn't bear my soft-heartedness. I brought back to London to face the danger.

He loves his brother, he thinks my fake death is better than real death, he thinks that when the weather calms down and I tie a bow and put it in a gift box for Sherlock, it will surely coax his brother back.

Maybe my appearance many years later can make up for his broken heart and make him smile, but this is too cruel for Sherlock who was deceived in the drum. If Sherlock faked his death back then to protect me, but now I fake my death for what?To protect myself for selfishness!I can't do it!I can't let him suffer alone there, but I read and walk lazily in the beautiful scenery!

Once Mycroft was gone, I started planning my escape.

I don't care how much Mycroft doesn't trust my abilities, and I'm not afraid that I will be murdered immediately when I go back. I can't stand Sherlock suffering for me for a second, making him think that my death is simply torture to him, then A brat who failed to develop emotional intelligence, he is not as good as me in adjusting emotions, he will collapse.

I tried to escape to the outside of the nursing home, but I found that I stumbled and ran for several kilometers without finding a hidden building or cave for me to hide in. This small island surrounded by the sea is surrounded by dwarf bushes and Broken sand, one side is a towering cliff, there is no way down the mountain, and there is no way to leave from there except climbing. It used to be at least a day and a night.

This small problem can’t knock me down. Hiking is what I’m good at. I grabbed the branches and walked down the path. I can’t walk on the main road. The passing cars might give away my whereabouts, so I went to the nursing home to report. The trails created more trouble for me, and I had to go around them, not only that, but I got scratched by the branches, but blood was a thing of the day for me, and danger was my interest.

It is often rainy on the island. I walked in the showers and wrestled on the slippery slopes. All kinds of obstacles did not abate my desire to see Holmes. The stronger the obstacles, the stronger my desire to miss him. I have never So longing to see someone, never had.

It stopped raining for half an hour, and I was struggling in the wet mud. Occasionally, I would venture to the road, and when I heard the sound of the wheels, I would quickly run into the bushes and hide from the bottom, and the thorns pierced my body. It made me bruised and bruised, it reminded me of when I was alone in the trenches, I didn't expect to go back, I didn't want to come back, England had nothing to worry about, but now it's different, in beautiful London In a corner of the city, there is a poor and melancholy prince waiting for me to rescue him.

I cheered up and moved forward all the way. I walked from midnight to dawn, from dawn to noon, and from noon to evening. I brought a small amount of food and water, but they were exhausted all at once. The sun When I was about to go down the mountain, I finally reached the pier. My clothes were ragged, I looked like a beggar, and my stomach was growling. I really hope that someone can drag me into a warm restaurant and sit there. I am entertained with a good meal on the table.

Sherlock doesn't eat when he's busy, but I'm different, I always feel hungry around him, how can anyone forget such a big thing as being hungry?I really admire Sherlock, but I have learned how to hint to him how wonderful the words bacon, bread, potato cakes, and pasta are during the busy detective process. At first, Sherlock will be very impatient, he He would stare at me viciously while eating, urging my speed with his eyes, which made me more nervous, and I would choke while eating while he was staring, causing even more chaotic scenes.Later, Sherlock became inexplicably considerate. He would order a drink and sit calmly opposite me, chattering about the details of the case. The time he stayed on my face was still so long, but his eyes softened , Now that I think about it, it's probably because Sherlock likes me.

I laugh at this memory, sadly, the reality in front of me is not as good as my memory, I have bought a ticket and got on the boat, but I was caught, a plan The little nurse who was on vacation at home recognized me in the seat next to me, and I'm afraid I wouldn't be hard to spot with my dirty and shabby attire. She immediately screamed and waved to several crew members to hold me down. I was pinned on the deck by some tough men who asked me which part of her I molested, and they almost punched me in the face.

Only then did the little nurse hurriedly explain that I was just a patient in her nursing home, and I was not allowed to board the ship without the permission of the superintendent, so I escaped being punched and kicked, but I was kicked off the ship , standing on the pier, guarded by several crew members as prisoners.

I was on the shore of the rough tide, watching the sea level gradually sinking into darkness, I wanted to jump into the sea, as I often imagined in my dreams, and swim to the other side with my arms.

After being arrested and taken back to the nursing home, I was not discouraged. I had just rested for two days, and I was unwilling to toss again.

This time, I have learned a lesson, I can't be impatient, I figured, even if I can pass the boat smoothly next time and let me go to the center of Greece, but I have no money, I have to make up enough money in advance Travel expenses by plane.

My injury is getting better day by day, Mycroft is gradually avoiding me, he doesn't come to me anymore, he is annoyed by me, I know, every time he comes I argue with him about my desire to return home, but He still insists on the fallacy that I will be in danger as soon as I return to China. He does not allow me to be harmed. The motive is all for his brother. He keeps me here as a final gift, just to give his brother a huge impact one day. An unbeatable surprise.

I don't know what day that "someday" is, the last time Sherlock spent two years without solving the Serbia case, I can't sit here for two years, three years, or even five years, I can't waste it Time, Sherlock and I have wasted too much time before, and he and I have taken a long time to get to the point where we both have the courage to face true love. His cry.

Sherlock must be pitifully guarding me in 221B, just like before, guarding those furniture alone. When I think of him, he may be emotionally depressed at any time and want to die. No one can figure out the strange head of a genius. , a certain Napoleon of crime committed suicide to win.

I can't let Sherlock continue to suffer.

Instead of rushing, I sat at my desk, using my inflexible but barely usable head to make detailed plans, and I wondered what Sherlock would do if he were stuck in this damn place Measure out of here.

First of all, I want to save money. I have some remaining assets, which are pitifully small. This pathetic pocket money can't even survive 3 days in London. I am determined to spend this pocket money on entertainment, in the pool room. I can play small cards in the house and play small money. I started to indulge in the billiard room. I never went to that noisy room before, but now, I have more than ten hours a day. stay there.

Sherlock once asked me, "John, how are you doing at dice?"

My answer was okay, but I was humble at the time. I always win every bet. I have my own method of gambling. The skills I learned in the army are not cheating. I play blackjack and guessing. I am willing to play all the games that can win money for twelve rounds. From morning to night, I become a "big banker" who turns around and runs away as soon as poker players see it.

I still get money from other places, those little inconspicuous coins, I collect them one by one like a treasure, I have to tell some little lies, run around in the nursing home, privately tell every nurse that I I like to collect coins of different years. They think that I can't do anything great if they give me one or two coins, and they will be happy to give them to me. I was very popular with women in college, and my chances here are not bad.

There are 32 nurses here, I ask for two or three coins from different batches of nurses every day, I even make friends with the administrator, I even got some coins back from the dean, but I need to save up to 400 pounds To buy a ferry ticket, taxi fare and a one-way ticket back to London, this is not a small sum.

I didn't expect that it would take me 6 months to prepare this money. I also took a pair of shoes from the laundry room to go out and run, and a set of unobtrusive clothes and coats.

Next, I had to wait for the right weather to escape. I was patient and rolled on the bed at night. I was like a prisoner looking forward to escaping. I was so excited that I couldn't calm down for a long time.

The gauze on my head was removed last week, and I have a crooked scar above my earlobe, which the new growth barely hides, and I stole another hat, which I don't like to wear, but Just in case, a head injury on the road will always disturb others, which is not conducive to my escape.

My knees are also completely free of painkillers. Although walking is a bit difficult, it will not delay my plan. At worst, I will find a way to get a crutch.

After another month, I feel that everything is ready. I have been in this damn nursing home for 10 months. I can't fail this time, otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted. The boss, nurses, and administrators will all raise their guard against me and monitor me more closely, and it will be more difficult to implement the plan next time.

Just when I packed my bags and was about to leave, I noticed a fatal flaw. I had already made up my mind to leave, and wandered under the fence with my backpack on my shoulders, waiting for the dawn to get into the truck. In the depths of the carriage, I went to the pier, jumped off the boat, and ran to the airport without looking back, but I suddenly realized under the wall that I did not have a passport.

I was jumping like crazy under the wall, why didn't I think of this in the first place! ! !My damned elm head! ! !I was holding back the anger that I wanted to growl under the tree, and I almost pulled up a tree to kill myself. I really wanted to put myself in the bird's nest on the tree and squat all night to punish me for not having a long memory. It's no wonder Sherlock despises my IQ so much in daily life, and now even I despise myself!

I went back to the room dejectedly, kicked my schoolbag under the bed, took it off and went out.