Doctor Who and Tsundere Detective

"Ok, now let's find a place to clean him up first, oh... Mozart... NONO! I still prefer Beethoven, at least he's not as messy as this, he's so far away from the garbage dump, the smell is still So thick..." The Doctor squeezed his nose tightly, regretting why he didn't take Sherlock to see Beethoven, at least he knew that autistic guy wouldn't be lying in the garbage dump waiting for them to pick it up...

Oh... wait, his reaction was too slow... Doctor just realized one thing, this period of Mozart should be the peak period of his composition... At least he should stay in the city center or some Royal Theater Commander, no matter what, he will definitely not be lying in the garbage dump with such a decadent face and snoring loudly...

"You mean the hotel, Doctor?" Amy raised her eyebrows. She knew that the Doctor was always a bit incomprehensible, or that he didn't have basic human knowledge in his mind... Amy sympathized with Sherlock, but it was only based on Psychologically, she doesn't want to touch the person who was dumped on the garbage dump no matter what. It's not that Amy physically rejects this dirty and disgusting humanoid creature named Mozart. Amy holds her nose and caresses herself His stomach tried to forcibly suppress the rising nausea, which was second only to the star whale's stomach vomit.

"Mozart! Mozart!" the Doctor kept emphasizing, and he realized that he was really stupid, who on earth would ignore the obvious fact that Mozart was drunk and had lived in Vienna for several years, all of this None of them conform to historical facts. Doctor is sure that he has learned history very well. He remembers very clearly that Mozart just arrived in Vienna to start his creation in 1781. Why do you say he knows all this so well, because he was in LeopoldMozart a long time ago or in the past Jiapin was eating biscuits with black tea, and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart’s letter had just arrived at home. At that time, he just wanted to stop for a cup of black tea when he was going to Beethoven or on the way home, so he went to Mozart’s father’s house halfway to chat. Some things corrected a few scores, and drank a cup of black tea by the way, "He can't be Mozart, no, I mean he is not the Mozart I know, why is he here... this smelly and disgusting Corner... I've seen his father, I can't imagine a man like his father... Mozart! Mozart! Oh! How can he be so messy..."

Sherlock walked forward. Mozart's body was not very heavy. The smell of alcohol and garbage on his body was mixed together. It was stinky, but it didn't make Sherlock feel very stinky. The degree of putrefaction of the corpse is also different under different circumstances. Obviously, these degrees of putrefaction can allow him to judge the number of days of death of the entity under different circumstances. Compared with the smell of corpses, Sherlock feels that the smell of Mozart is almost a fragrance. Combined with the previous subtle clues , Sherlock gave the result to Doctor's words: "HeisMozart, that's right, he is Mozart. Although his clothes are already dirty, it can still be seen that the outside of the clothes is a red coat, and the inside is a white shirt with a high lace collar, like this This kind of attire was basically the basic attire of the upper class during this period. The aunt just said that Mozart came from the upper city, and the only people in the upper city who would come to the lower city were deacons and maids who came out to purchase. This person appeared in a decent dress In the downtown area, there are thin calluses on the pads and sides of the fingers, and perennial indentations on the side of the neck, so there is no doubt that he is Mozart."

"Oh..." Amy really can't stand the smell of Mozart, and all the sewage in the streets of the upper and lower city is directly discharged into the street and then flows into the drainpipe, so the smell along the way is really not too bad Wonderful, "Oh! Come on, there's a hotel up ahead."

The hotels of this period are easy to recognize. There is a huge plaque on the outside of the house that says HOTEL. The signboards of that period are so simple and straightforward, especially the hotels in the downtown area do not have so many fancy things. All they have is the simplicity that belongs to the people of the lower city.

Amy pushed open the door of the hotel to let Sherlock come in, and the Doctor ran to the front desk and put his face on one hand and said to the proprietress who was standing in front of the counter in a headscarf, "Hello, Pretty! Please give us a room and a bucket of water..."

"Ahem!" Amy coughed and interrupted the Doctor, one room... three men and one woman one room, plus a bucket of water... Oh, she really didn't know what to say, and so did the Doctor She really doesn't know anything about the basic common sense of human beings. If nothing else, four people live in the same house, which must be very crowded anyway. Since she already knows the relationship between Doctor and Sherlock, then she can Not wanting to put a foot in between the two of them, saying that things between the two of them and River were messy enough and tangled, Amy stuffed the money bag into Doctor's hand.

"Oh, the money bag, yes, Thank you." The Doctor took out the money bag and put it on the counter. The Doctor doesn't have any concept of money, no matter which planet's currency he has, so it is conceivable that the Doctor put It’s enough to spend a month’s money and just squander it like this, “I’m not sure if it’s enough, I’ll give it all to you, oh, I’ve never had a concept of money, give me two adjacent rooms, nothree, no or give me two… …Oh, and don’t forget there’s a bucket of hot water.”

Sherlock doesn't care about this bag of money. Without him, he can get it from other people. Amy doesn't know how long the bag of money will last in this period, otherwise she will definitely argue, and then In addition, she is only looking forward to having a clean room to take a good rest and wash away the dust from her body... She really doesn't want to say what is the reason for the smell of this body. After hearing the Doctor say that as long as a bucket of hot Water Amy couldn't help interjecting: "I'm adding a bucket of hot water and sending it to another room. And when they run out of that bucket of hot water, please send another bucket up."

"Why? Why do you need three buckets of hot water? We just need to clean up Mozart." Doctor's brain circuits are always different from others, and the reflex arc is always so long. Amy always laments how Doctor travels with others And they get along well, a few times Amy felt like beating up the Doctor because of trivial things, and a long reflex arc is not always a good thing.

Amy took a deep breath and rolled her eyes. She really has nothing to do with the Doctor. It seems that she can never expect the Doctor to understand that a woman will be eager to take a shower after staying in this environment for a long time, and Sherlock, who has been behind Mozart for so long , his coat was half wet with Mozart's saliva: "I don't want to explain that I just want to take a bath, but Oh Sherlock, don't you think he needs a bath too? Come on! Even if Sherlock doesn't mind , but Mozart's saliva is already dripping down Sherlock's neck, he should take a shower anyway..."

"Oh..." After Amy finished speaking, the Doctor couldn't help feeling a little disgusted when he saw the glistening saliva on Sherlock's wheat-colored neck... To be honest, his reflex arc was a bit outrageous, as if he and Amy fell into the It took a long time for Star Whale's mouth to be flushed with vomit before he felt that he was really sick, "Okay, I'm sorry, please take us to the room."

The proprietress looked at the clean and tidy three people with a dirty person on their backs, and she understood a little bit, and it was Mozart again who came to the city this time to look for this person. The young master who got drunk and was thrown out of the tavern in the city, but I don't know if this group of people is really rich this time, or these young masters and ladies really don't have a concept of money, no matter what, the proprietress is kind and kind Instead of collecting the money and giving it to ordinary rooms, she gave them the best and largest two rooms in this hotel where she lived.

"Wow!" Amy looked at her room and sighed. This hotel looks ordinary from the outside, but the room the proprietress took her to see is really good, although it is worth complaining about the window. The big toilet directly leads to the street... Amy turned around a little awkwardly and walked into the house. There was a big bed covered with floral sheets. There was a screen on the side, and inside the screen was a big mahogany bathtub.

The situation in the other room was the same. On the second floor, there were two big beds with bathtubs behind the screen. They stayed in their respective rooms for a while, and after a while, a waiter brought a bucket of warm bath water. There is also a whole set of clothes from this period, the proprietress is a good person, she sees that the clothes of these people are somewhat dirty, so she not only prepares a bucket of bath water for everyone, she also prepares a set of quality from bow ties to shoes for everyone Not bad clothes.

After Sherlock and the Doctor took a bath for Mozart, the two of them were also sweating. Drunk people are not very honest, so this also caused a lot of trouble for Sherlock and the Doctor. After settling Mozart and putting him on the bed The two of them also began to take a bath separately. The two of them honestly saw that the Doctor was relatively thin and had little muscle strength. He looked like a newborn baby, but Sherlock's fair and wheat-colored tan marks on the bottom of Sherlock's neck only stayed on his bare skin. , Sherlock's tight six-pack abdominal muscles look much stronger than the Doctor's, and the muscles on his shoulders are also a little bulged, oh! The sight in front of them made these two old men breathless...

However, the two men were not moved by any reason, they just couldn't help thinking of River's intimacy and the kiss filled with the cold fragrance of tobacco. The slightly taboo relationship not only made the two people's blood surge, so both of them He turned his back and went into his bathtub, washing his skin.

"Where am I?" Mozart was not awake, he only saw two fair figures in different red bathtubs...

The author has something to say:

I only wrote so much after a long time, sorry... In the future, I will try to update it every day, or every other day, it all depends on Kawen, I have not decided what kind of character Mozart is... I am so entangled