Doctor Who and Tsundere Detective

Sherlock sat at the table in the back of the medical laboratory in the Barts Hospital in London, observing the bacteria he had put in the petri dish before. The swimming changes of each cell in the microscope drew a beautiful arc. He was the only one sitting in a dark corner, light blue mixed with golden iris light waves flowing "click" the slice was pressed by the objective lens of the microscope to create a crack, like a spider web extending from the middle of the cracked lines.

Curly hair, long face, high cheekbones, sharp eyes, this is Sherlock Holmes! Sherlock looked up from the microscope to look at the yellowish lights in the lab, twisted his fingers on the bridge of his nose between his eyes, looked at the cracked lens on the table, he looked a little out of shape today, it's all because of damn Mycroft, damn it If it wasn't for the fact that he was so absent-minded in his email this morning, he was threatening him again!Damn it!

"Sherlock, you're here!" MollyHoop walked into the laboratory with a basin of lungs in her hand. She wondered why Sherlock came to find her today. When she was dissecting a human lung, the scalpel hadn't cut it off yet, and the phone went off. When Sherlock's name was displayed on it, Molly was a little girlishly excited, she liked Sherlock, and she was willing to do anything for Sherlock, she couldn't help but imagine if she could ask Sherlock out if she worked up the courage?

"Molly! Do you have time?" Sherlock's voice rose a little, and when he got up from the chair, it was almost windy. His whole body seemed to be jumping for something, and even the corners of his mouth that had just bent down had some upward arcs .

"Ah! Yes..." Molly's voice was a little weak, she lowered her head deeply, her cheeks were flushed, she was a little embarrassed by Sherlock's suspected date, she could only lower her head so low that she could almost smell Mr Thomas' lungs The smell of blood mixed with smoke.

"Great!" Sherlock looked down at Molly, who was about to bury her head in the fresh blood-filled lungs, took her by the arm, and said something that she didn't want while walking, "The third dissecting room Leave it empty! I need a fresh corpse!"

"Huh, huh?" Molly didn't expect such a thing, she always had hope in her heart, a simple but sad girl, who likes such a high-intelligence person but is not liked by him, follows his The footsteps can only see his back forever, and the good girl who is willing to dedicate to him never cares about his harm to her. This is MollyHoop.

"Oh, cough cough! Nono!" The ashes on the doctor's face also made him cough, oh!The almighty doctor can take down any vicious alien, but a dusty and ancient fireplace made entirely of stone... No!This is not his forte, why should he clean the fireplace!Oh, he was bored, but the ashes from the fireplace made his throat feel like he had swallowed chicken feathers, oh!He needs a break!

Oh, doctor! doctor!Almighty doctor!He can easily escape in a spaceship full of Daleks, which can win against Cyberman, but!fireplace!A dusty fireplace doctor he can't fix and doesn't want to fix again!Why can't a sonic screwdriver handle this kind of thing!He is willing to deal with those difficult alien creatures, oh! He really shouldn't think highly of himself, just look at his TARDIS, if it wasn't for the TARDIS renovation... oh, it seems that he should just stay there !

"Oh, dear! Your custard and fish fingers!" Mrs. Hudson looked at the young man who was slumped on the ground, who was so dirty because of the fireplace. Hudson felt very strange. This person is obviously a young man, but he can't regard him as a young man. There are too many vicissitudes in this person's eyes. A person who looks more vicissitudes than Sherlock's eyes, obviously still seems to be at an age where he can do whatever he wants. As if seeing through everything, "Oh! Honey, you can rest now, and if you don't mind, you can go upstairs and take a shower!"

When the doctor heard the news, he was so happy that he almost jumped up. This simply saved his life, even if he was covered in ashes, the problem was that the sweat mixed with the ashes... Oh!It's not only uncomfortable, the muddy water flowing down his body is really uncomfortable!He simply felt that his current skin color might not be as fair as Sontaran's: "Ahem! Thank you! Thank you!" The doctor sat up almost immediately, and excitedly held Mrs. Hudson's hand tightly, which was simply too big for him gift.

"How fresh?" The body bag was pulled open, and the blue-gold eyes looked at the corpse inside. Although he asked, he knew it in his heart. He was an old doctor from Bartz Hospital. He had met several times. Some impressions, the lips are still a little bloody, the fingers are naturally curled, the body bag is still a little warm, there is no trauma or obvious physical features, it seems that it is a natural death, and it is quite fresh.

"Just sent here, 67 years old, died of natural causes. I used to work here, I knew him, and he was very nice." Holding the corpse information in her hand, Molly felt a little emotional, but life is impermanent, but Lawrence can die naturally without pain It is also a kind of happiness.

"Okay!" Sherlock's mood began to get a little better, and he even curled up the corners of his mouth with some joy, the strange arc was like a devil's sharp horn, and he turned around like a smooth dance, "Start to whip !” As he spoke, he took out his horsewhip and waved it through the air, making a sharp sound in the air, which made Molly back involuntarily.

Until Sherlock took off his coat and started waving his whip at the corpse on the operating table... Molly had already pushed down the outside of the third dissecting room, flicking the whip frantically almost like venting, and after throwing a sharp sound in the air, there was still There was a sound on the corpse, "Crack! Crack!" Again and again, Sherlock gritted his teeth and frowned as if he had exhausted all his strength, even Molly, who had dissected many corpses expressionlessly, looked a little through the window Shocked, but more concerned about what seems to be going wrong with Sherlock...

"Not going well today?" Sherlock was still whipping the corpse fiercely when Molly walked in, and it wasn't until Molly smiled awkwardly and asked something wrong that Sherlock stopped waving the horsewhip crazily in his hand.

"Tell me about the bruises on the body in 10 minutes. Someone's alibi depends on 'him', send me a text message." Sherlock was calm after venting, and his face was much calmer than before. He took off his gloves and tidied up With some messy suits, he took out a small notebook from the inside pocket of the suit and began to record the current condition of the corpse. The wounds on the corpse were dark red skin with bleeding streaks...

"Well, I want to ask, after you finish your work..." Molly took a deep breath, and decided that if she wanted to ask this detective, she might have to take advantage of it now.

Sherlock raised his head and glanced at Molly when he heard Molly's words, obviously Sherlock didn't hear Molly's suggestion: "You wear lipstick! You never wear lipstick before..."

Molly thought that Sherlock had noticed her, and she was obviously flustered besides a little excited: "I...I want to change my image!"

Knowing the difference, Sherlock continued to lower his head and write his experiment notes, but he suddenly remembered what Molly seemed to say just now: "Sorry what did you just say?"

"I want to ask, would you like a cup of coffee?" Molly said excitedly about her plan, but she didn't realize that the way she asked seemed wrong...

"Coffee, two candies, please! I'm upstairs." With that, Sherlock went upstairs, not seeing Molly's fleeting disappointment.

"OK..." It was obvious that the girl's enthusiasm was extinguished... At the same time, she was a little embarrassed and at a loss, but fortunately Sherlock didn't stop here, which reduced the heat on Molly's face a little bit, but it was still Not to make her feel ashamed.

Sherlock didn't stop after he went upstairs, because Lestrade called him and said there was a new case for him to investigate, but he knew that Lestrade was lying, so it was not difficult to guess what he was lying about, his tone was more than Usually, the height is higher, and the tone is a bit depressed. It seems that he is suppressing his anger. The reason should be his masterpiece at the press conference. In Baker Street, listening to Lestrade's rationale and Mrs. Hudson's nagging, he spent nearly two hours of noisy time.

He is not a Stockholm syndrome patient, he does not want to listen to almost the same meaningless and non-constructive words for two hours, Sherlock took the scarf from the table and put it around his neck and stuffed it into his coat, walking leisurely He walked straight out of Butts Hospital, and if he wasn't upstairs Molly would text him in time, so he wasn't worried about someone's alibi not counting.

No matter how far away the dark blue figure was, Sherlock's move out of the Butts Hospital fell into a pair of eyes, a pair of sharp blue and gold eyes like eagle eyes, and the next moment he pushed the door and entered the room that Sherlock had just left , sat on the chair that was still warm, and his eyes returned to the microscope to observe the slice quietly, until the sound of the door being pushed open sounded: "Sherlock, your coffee, and this is the report just now."

That's right, it was Sherlock who was looking at Sherlock just now, and it was Sherlock who was sitting in the room and took Molly. Sherlock took a sip of coffee and stared at Molly for a while before saying: "Oh, Molly, thank you for your coffee! Yours Why is the lipstick gone?"

Molly was a little embarrassed by this question, and the hand that handed Sherlock coffee paused slightly: "It doesn't work for me..."

"Really, I think it works well, otherwise your mouth looks too small." Then he took his coat and put it on, walked around Molly and took the bruise report just now and went out the door.

As soon as he opened the door, a body bumped into him. If he hadn't seen that it was a man, he would have thought that a woman had bumped into his arms, and looked at them based on the height difference between him and this person. It can't fall into the appearance of a soap opera, but Sherlock's own mouth was slapped hard, and the wet lips seemed to be the most wet. Sure enough, this man felt that there was nothing about him from the first time he met, not telling himself that he was fraud.

Sherlock ran away, he opened the door and ran away, just like the guy named Watson said when he first met, "fleeing away", and the bruise report was also left in Watson's arms, and there was another one that said 221B Baker Street recruiting roommate paper, the device on Sherlock's wrist flickered and he disappeared into the corridor of Barts Hospital.

After half an hour of torn eardrums, Sherlock sneaked back to 221B while Lestrade was out pouring coffee. When he got to the door, he saw the doorknob was straightened. After entering the door, Mrs. Hudson was quite nervous in her bathroom. Humming leisurely, it doesn't look like an illegal break-in, then it could be the client or that bastard Mycroft, after Sherlock walked upstairs, he heard a strange voice roaring loudly in his bathroom : "Mrs. Hudson—! Where are my clothes!"

Then came out a person that Sherlock couldn't see through: "Hello! IamDoctor!"

"Doctor Who?" Sherlock looked at the man wrapped in his bath towel and asked the question almost unconsciously. The man who called himself Doctor stretched out his hands and shook his hand excitedly, even ignoring the towel falling, and at the same time there was a ringing sound beside the door Mrs. Hudson's exclamation.

The author has something to say:

Quoting part of the original plot, and then the thing about Watson is that the peanuts that appear now are not CP and this Watson is a complex of many Tom Suwen dressed as Watson. It is not the real Watson. I just don’t like playing In the name of peanuts, but the plot is barely even a bit of Tom Su's article, please forgive me!

Sorry for my procrastination, so the update will be slower, and I work part-time on Saturdays and Sundays to earn pocket money, so I will try my best to update as soon as possible