New York is a Shura field [Comprehensive British and American]

Steve's home is nothing like 221b.

The beige wallpaper is properly placed on the wall, and the arabesque patterns on it are winding upwards as if alive.The curtains are light green which gives you a lovely classic vibe.

On the other hand, in 221b, Sherlock always put his friends around, so you are forced to turn a blind eye to the thawing human brains in the sink every day, and work hard for your friends in the full refrigerator. The yoghurt made room for it—squeezing those mutilated parts of corpses out of nowhere.

Thanks to him, you can no longer look directly at Brain Brain.

You stand in the porch, patting your face, trying not to let your mind wander to that damned brain.

Oh, by the way, when you followed Steve to the door, the widow who came out from the opposite side greeted you.

And she has been looking at you with her shining beautiful eyes. There is a distance of twenty or thirty centimeters between you, but you can still smell the good smell emanating from her body.

As a Superhero, of course it is Alpha.

In fact, you feel that in this world, except you are a weak chicken, everyone you meet seems to be very powerful...

So frustrating.

Until you lie in bed, your head is a mess.

I don't know how Sherlock is doing now...

In any case, he shouldn't make such an outrageous move again, right?

Those scenes a few hours ago are still vivid in my memory, and those strange touches are so real when I think of them at this moment.Just a few frames in the brain, and the complex emotions will come back.

You cover your face with a pillow.

When you arrive at Midtown High in the morning, you come staring at two big dark circles under your eyes.Seeing your haggard look, the little spider asked you what's the matter with concern, but you just waved your hands to indicate that it was nothing.

Ned secretly whispered to Peter like a know-it-all: "Look, am I right? She must be too excited to sleep because she is going to the museum exhibition tomorrow!"

"How is it possible? Stop teasing me, Ned." The brown-haired boy retorted subconsciously, but hearing his best friend say this, his unhappiness was fake.

You must know that he has been secretly excited these two days.

If he was a cotton candy, then this joyful mood would have lifted him up long ago.

As long as something is on my mind, I feel a little wrong when I do anything——

This is already the 12th time you took out your phone to unlock the screen in class.

A new message is sent as usual, and the recipient is added as Sherlock·Holmes.

【are you feeling better? 】

Your slender fingers rest on top of the green arrow button in the lower right corner of the screen, and you haven't moved an inch further.

Quickly move away and press delete.

No, you still feel a little out of place.Another reason is that you don't quite know if he has any memory of what happened when the pheromone went off.

Difficult, really.

Frustrated, you put your phone away, stood up and started to prepare for the experiment.

Without exception, you were put in a group with Peter.But in fact, this experiment is also very simple and does not require the cooperation of multiple people.You two just need to use the same table for the experiment.

After a cursory glance at the experiment instructions, you mixed the reddish-brown powder and some white scaly powder, put them into the paper funnel, and put the polished magnesium strip on top.You looked at the evaporating dish placed under the iron shelf again, it was filled with fine sand.

Before the experiment, you took a peek at Peter and found that his face was illuminated by strong white light. At this moment, those bright eyes were slightly narrowed. This appearance is different from usual, and it actually gave you a different feeling. a feeling of.

Peter is really good at this. Whether it is doing things seriously or being humble and proud when he is praised, he is very attractive.

You only glanced at him, then turned your head to focus on the current matter.

You hold a long, thin wooden bar with a paper ball wrapped around the tip, you light it, and then turn your face away to touch the magnesium bar.

But something seems wrong.

Indeed, the device emits such a blindingly bright white light that it's hard to keep your eyes open.At the same time, you also heard something crackling and cracking.

Before you could react, the boy who had been standing beside you rushed over, hugged you, covered your sight, and quickly led you further away from the experiment table.

"……Be careful."

The body is always more honest than the words.In a moment of crisis, people will immediately make the most authentic reaction of their instincts.

And he-

You stare up at his face with bewildered eyes.

And he, Spider-Man, Peter Parker, the most genuine reaction is to protect you.

Maybe it's because you stared at the boy too naked and focused, which made him a little embarrassed.

It's morning now, and the New York sun is just shining on the two of you, and you can see that his eyelashes are pale gold when he lowers and raises them.

"You should have folded the funnel out of two pieces of paper, and moistened it with water! Then this kind of thing won't happen." His eyes are erratic, but without exception, the orbits he passes are all related to you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't do it seriously and caused you all trouble." You leaned on his shoulder and replied like this.While you're not feeling sorry for what you've done or any other self-pity, it sounds dull for some reason.

Probably everyone will have some small negative emotions at some point...

Peter quickly explained: "That's not what I meant! How could I blame you? I will never be angry with you, it's just that a situation like today will hurt you...I don't want you to be hurt."

You were silent and didn't speak.

"You're not happy today, I can see it!" said the boy. "In the future—I mean, from today onwards, you can tell me anything unhappy or interesting, and I'll be happy to hear it! Don't A person is secretly unhappy."

"But if I tell you, it will become double unhappiness." You replied softly.

"It's not double, it's shrinking. I guarantee you'll be happy again when you're done talking to me."

"Besides, you are so smart, you will definitely do a great job next time you adjust your state! I did an experiment before, and I burned my own hair," Peter said with a bang syllable. Imitating the sound of an explosion, "I just went to school with an afro on my head for a month."

He seemed to be racking his brains on how to make a girl laugh, awkwardly.You chuckle, "Thank you, Peter."

"No, these are what I should do." The boy also smiled, and he stroked the soft black hair under his hand.

Wait, brunette? !

"Can you let me go..." You said tentatively.

He was stiff all over.

Everything happened in too haste just now, his whole heart was on you, he didn't notice the posture he was using at all.

Quickly stand in front of you to prevent the flying glass shards from cutting you.So, now I realize that I have been holding you in my arms all the time!

And, the right hand rests lightly on top of your head.

He even forgot that there were his classmates in this room.Now, they're watching, booing and booing.

Realizing this fact, Peter quickly let go of you and distanced you.

His face was on fire.

The boy turned his face away and said to you: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Yi Ri, I didn't mean it! I will treat you to the best sandwich in Queens as compensation!"

Ned, who was hiding behind the crowd, heard this, nodded appreciatively, and muttered in a low voice: "Not bad, very good at it, let's go home together by the way."

The haze in your heart has been swept away unknowingly, "I should invite you this time!"

The event ends with you and the little spider walking side by side on the side of the street.

After the two of you chatted for a while, he entered the apartment, turned around every step of the way, and finally left you there alone.

After the little spider walked away for a while, you were still standing downstairs in his house, pestering.I don't know if I should turn around, cross the road, and enter 221b to see Sherlock.

Weaving countless condolence messages, none of which played its intended role.At the moment it is quietly lying in the draft box, waiting to be sent out or deleted next time.

Holding a cup of Oreo milk tea in your hand, you still can't help but look back.

The window facing the street in Sherlock's house is open, indicating that there is someone in the house, although you don't see him playing the violin against the window.

You look at the window across the road for a moment, then eventually head in the opposite direction.

— Sherlock was indeed standing by the window playing his violin at that very moment.

He turned his back to Mycroft, his eyes looked at the endless flow of people outside, and he caught your back at once.

Playing the violin is one of his ways of decompression.

He put his hands on the strings.Soon, the broken notes were connected in series.Unfortunately, when he saw you with Little Spider, the melodious tone was suddenly cut off by him.

How could you leave him, who is extremely smart, and be with a brat?

After staring at your back for a few minutes, the moment you turned your head, you lost interest and dropped the violin, sitting on the sofa.

Observing his younger brother's expression, Mycroft raised his eyebrows, teasing: "Why don't you continue? I just wanted to hear it."

"No." Sherlock refused coldly.Immediately, he folded his hands, and those blue eyes looked at Mycroft, "Tell me, what do you want me to do this time?"

"What else can I do. I care about you, dear brother." Mycroft took out a bottle of special spray-type inhibitor from his briefcase, put it on the coffee table, and slowly pushed it in front of Sherlock.

When Sherlock heard the words "I care about you" from Mycroft, he couldn't help but feel sick in his empty stomach.

"Really?" Sherlock asked sharply.But he picked up the bottle of inhibitor on the table, "I don't need this thing."

"Of course you will need it." Mycroft was confident, as if he had made up his mind that Sherlock would accept this special gift that only belonged to him. "After all, you scared her away, didn't you?"

"Think about it, when you were in a rut for the first time, when you were unconscious, you took her as a sexual object—"

"Shut up." Sherlock was colder than before, and even under this cold shell, there was still a burst of anger that was about to burst.But he suppressed it—as a detective, he can never let his personal feelings impact his rigorous brain.

"She's not a pussy," Sherlock said. "She'll be back."