With a jingle, the ring studded with Maharaja gems fell on the stone slab at Watson's feet. It took three turns before stopping, but it still proudly reflected the little light of the gloomy London sky. Watson touched his face, looked down at the ring, and looked at Mary with a false look: "My dear, what's the matter?"
Mary's face was white and stern, and his eyes were full of hatred and despair: "Watson, I love you so much..." Suddenly she burst out with a hysterical cry, tears gushing out like the Thames in the snowmelt period. Watson was at a loss and hurriedly took out the handkerchief, but Mary opened his hand at once.
"I love you so much," Mary's tears stopped on her stern face like pearls, and she took a deep breath of the cold London air through her nose, and continued: "I love you so much that I allow it. I'm not your only woman!"
Watson gaped, he noticed that the groom had poked his head out curiously. "Mary, Mary, I love you, please believe me, you are my only one," he said quickly, holding Mary's shoulders.
Mary raised her head and looked at the man who once made her fascinated: "No, no, Watson, Watson...but I can't do it...but I can't do it...I can't do it..." She suddenly broke free After catching Watson's arms, he turned and jumped into the carriage, whispered a word, and the groom immediately drove the car and drove away.
Watson stood on the side of the road and watched the carriage go away for a while, but he didn't know what to do. "I'm sorry," Rumos moved his shoulders against the door frame, straightened up, took two steps towards Watson, then took another step back, looked around, and said to Watson with his face sideways.
Watson turned around and slammed straight towards the front door of Rourmes, but Roulmus jumped back lightly. Watson lowered his head, looked at the ring on the ground, and exhaled deeply.
"It's not all my fault, you know," Ful Moss looked down at Watson, holding the lining of his pockets in his trouser pockets with his hands, pulling the pebbles on the floor with his feet, but revealed between his brows. A strange mixture of guilt and joy. "I admit that I was accused of planned sabotage, but, you know, you, you have your... hesitation, and... in short, she is not your other side."
Watson raised his head to look at Foul Moss, who took another step back vigilantly. Watson sighed again, squatted down to pick up the ring, and looked up at Cormes again, but the anger in his eyes disappeared. His eyes were like a gentle father, and Hulmers once again recalled the scene of seeing Watson for the first time.
Watson threw the ring at Roulmus, Roulmus caught it, and looked at Watson puzzledly. "It's yours," Watson said, turning his head to look at the endless street.
A mischievous smile slowly climbed onto Fulmoth’s face, "This—it was mine."
Watson turned his head, his eyes filled with fortitude again, “Sherlock, you know what makes it. I will stay?"
Just as Hulmos was about to speak, he suddenly realized that something was beyond his expectation. He needs to adjust, he needs to overthrow everything, he needs to reanalyze the situation, he needs to make the boldest assumptions, even if the assumptions seem unreasonable, he needs to combine all the details, and those details, they may lead people To a different answer than expected. Surprised, he slowly twisted his handsome face, "...Watson..."
"Yes, the professor," Watson turned and walked into the crowd, not looking back.
Hulmous held the ring and stood in the middle of the room dumbfounded.
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