Doctor Who and Tsundere Detective

"Take me to see Constanze..." The Doctor's heart began to become restless, what upset him, of course it was time... yes, what happened to time, why could time deceive him, he The information error obtained by licking the surface of the object is no more than one year at most, but now the error has reached three to four years. Is he old?Or is there really something very wrong here!

"OK. But can I have something to eat first?" After Mozart said a long series of words in a chaotic order, he felt that his headache was much better, and he didn't know why Mozart seemed to let his guard down. After telling everything, Mozart's stomach growled No matter how embarrassed he was, he had to make a request. Hunger made him feel weak. This uncontrollable feeling was worse than a hangover.

"Oh, poor man, we didn't have breakfast when we left..." Amy stood up, dragging Mozart's arm, and the Doctor also stood up, ready to go downstairs to have some breakfast together, only Sherlock stood by the window with firm eyes, no Knowing what he was looking at, but the frown always made people feel that he was thinking about some unsolvable puzzle. It was so difficult, but only Sherlock knew what he saw. From just now, Sherlock felt as if Someone was staring at him, but when he wandered to the window, he didn't see anyone suspicious, only the flash of red in his eyes made him frown, what was that?Searching through the Memory Palace, Sherlock couldn't find any useful information. The flash of red was so fast...so fast that even he couldn't catch it...then...what the hell is it?But no matter what it was, it was definitely aimed at Mozart, and their every move just now clearly fell into the eyes of others.

"Sherlock, don't you want to go?" The Doctor walked out the door but didn't hear footsteps behind him, so he went back and forth and poked his head in through the door. As expected, Sherlock was still a little dazed there, until the Doctor called out to him Then he turned his head stupidly, Sherlock's pupils dilated slightly and his eyes were a little dazed, obviously he was still thinking about the clue just now.

"Oh, I'm not used to thinking, I don't eat..." Sherlock turned around and said to the Doctor, then the brown furry head shook twice and then moved out, Sherlock's eyes followed the head Then, until the Doctor was out of his sight, Sherlock suddenly felt that it was more appropriate to drift his eyes, "Wait, I'm going to have a cup of coffee too..."

Speaking of which, Sherlock also left the window, went out and followed them downstairs to ask for a cup of coffee, but the disturbing thoughts prevented him from concentrating. He didn't ask for the clear coffee he always drank, but the famous coffee in Vienna' Vienne coffee', the most popular in this era of fashion is not only clothes and music but also coffee, even hotels in the lower city also have the famous 'Vienne coffee', this coffee is made of thick whipped cream and chocolate , colorful colorful rice sprinkled on the snow-white whipped cream, the appearance is very, very beautiful, not only that, but drinking hot coffee with sweet chocolate syrup and cold whipped cream is even more special. One of the classics, but the classic does not mean that everyone will like it.

Sherlock smelled the smell of sea water that often filled the downtown area, and he never stopped thinking, but he didn't notice the rich sweetness of the coffee he picked up. Sherlock took a sip of the coffee, and the coffee spread in his mouth. The strong aroma of milk and chocolate, as well as the slight bitterness of the coffee, after Sherlock put down the coffee in his hand, the aftertaste in his mouth was slightly sour. At the same time, he asked the proprietress for another glass of water: "Sorry, please bring me a glass of water."

At the dinner table, only Sherlock did not eat, and everyone else was eating the delicious veal steak and baked potatoes. Sherlock was slightly relieved by the stimulation of coffee, and the smell of sea water was also much weaker. Sherlock didn't know why he always felt this way. The smell of sea water may be the reason why he was not concentrating, and he felt a lot more comfortable after absorbing some sugar, and his thoughts became clearer. Sherlock ran through what he got in his mind again while everyone was eating quietly. Information:

[-]. The Doctor once judged the time confidently, but was later told that he was wrong. Judging from his unbelievable appearance, the Doctor never seemed to miss the time

[-]. Constanze’s problem, according to Mozart’s narration, seems to have started when he started drinking in a daze

[-]. As for the coincidence of his last psychiatrist, if you exclude other things that are impossible to contact Constanze, everything seems to be arranged deliberately

Finally: If there is a reasonable explanation, maybe someone is giving them a hint, or what drug pheromone caused it

One more question, though: why would the man do this?What good would it do him?

After the three of them finished their meal, they set off. The four of them went to the post station in the lower city. Although this place is ancient, this place is not small. The post station in the lower city has Mozart The carriage when they came, just like this, the four people sat in the carriage, the driver in front sat on the roof and drove the carriage. The road up and down the city was very bumpy and there was no scenery outside the window. After clearing Mozart's family background, the carriage did not start to move smoothly until we reached the upper city. Baroque buildings were neatly lined up on the road. The air in the city was not as chaotic as in the lower city. Flower sellers with baskets on their backs can be seen everywhere on the street. The little girl or the apprentice standing outside the store wearing a long white apron shouting signs, the scent of perfume, flowers and even baked bread mixed together is very refreshing, but for some reason, it lacks a feeling of comfort in the downtown area. All four of them felt this way, the beautiful and fragrant big city is not as comfortable as the lower city, what a strange idea, even Sherlock felt that it was not normal, but he couldn't tell where it was, because there were not enough clues for him to discern .

"In front is my home." Mozart pointed to a small baroque-style light blue western-style building not far away. There are a few pots of small daisies hanging on the window, which look beautiful with careful management.

"Oh, Mozart~! Mozart~!" Amy turned a few turns with an aria and called Mozart's name. Looking at the small attic in front of her, Amy couldn't help sighing. She felt that no matter what Constanze would forget, she would forget it. I will never forget this family and I will never forget the Mozart she is eagerly looking forward to, just like her Rory's silly face... Every time she sees Rory's silly face, Amy will feel that her whole world is filled, Besides, my husband used it to dislike him, just like when he introduced Rory to the Doctor as a friend. She disliked Rory outside because she just liked to see him at a loss. Rory was used to love him at home and dislike him outside. , so what a wonderful woman Mozart met, "You are such a waste..."

That's right, what a waste, such a good woman who runs the house and Mozart is so drunk outside, Mozart can be regarded as a scumbag now, but Mozart obviously doesn't know what Amy is talking about: "What are you talking about? "

"Oh, it's nothing, I said..." Amy also felt that what she said just now seemed to be wrong. Isn't this equivalent to scolding others, but luckily Mozart didn't understand, Amy rolled her eyes a few times and changed the subject , "I mean let's get in!"

Mozart didn't care, took out the key and opened the door, and the room was neat and tidy, with beautiful flower arrangements in vases, a spotless table, well-placed furniture, and a pot of freshly brewed black tea on the table. There was movement on the porch, footsteps of 'da da da' sounded in the house, and the air was filled with the scent of flowers, black tea and a faint smell of sea water, but for some reason, the four of them felt a sense of comfort when they entered the house. , as if entering a comfortable bubble, Sherlock guessed it might have something to do with the lingering smell of sea water, but he added the smell of sea water as a clue to his thinking hall anyway.

As the footsteps of 'da da da' got closer, I saw a lady wearing a rococo tutu dress appearing. This lady looked a little confused. She must be Constanze. A pair of water blue The eyes are not too big but looking at the four people in front of him in a daze. The freckles on the high bridge of the nose look very playful. The curly hair hangs behind the bun, and the waist is dragged on the ground by the very thin light pink petticoat that is tied around the waist. There is still a square towel in his hand, obviously thinking that Mozart came back drunk to wipe his vomit. .

"My dear, you are back, these are you." Constanze bowed to the Doctor very politely as a greeting, and then made a gesture of invitation and walked into the room with his skirt in hand. Constanze's approach Properly, she asked Mozart who it was that came, as she ushered the guests into the room.

"This is Sherlock, Doctor and Amy. They passed by the tavern and picked me up. They just said they can help you see the disease that you always forget things." Mozart said bluntly to Constanze, in fact Constanze She knows that she can't remember certain things, but she doesn't know the reason. Constanze and Mozart also asked doctors to see them, but doctors in this era don't know why, and some quack doctors said to prescribe Cranium, if you know that 80.00% of people die of surgical infection in this era, you will know how unreliable this idea was at the beginning, so it is not surprising that it is regarded as a quack doctor.

When the Doctor was about to examine Constanze, he heard a quick knock on the door. Someone shouted outside the door that something had happened. Mozart opened the door and found that Haydn was lying in front of his house covered in blood. Some people didn't even go up to see Haydn's life and death, and just yelled dead!dead!