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

Sherlock Holmes was standing downstairs at this moment, his sleeves still rolled up.At the place where the forearm and the forearm meet, there is still an imperceptible pinhole.

He had just been injected with suppressant drugs.It's really strange, even though the injection is not a [-]% solution of cocaine, one can still feel the blood vessels under the surface of the skin pulsating.

His heart is the same.

When he came out and saw the sticky spider silk on the face of the subdued murderer who was slumped on the ground, he became more certain of his opinion.

That spider kid must be your boyfriend.

You didn't have it before, but now you do.

A strange sour feeling overwhelmed his heart.

He couldn't understand why humans took so much pleasure in pleasing each other constantly.The spark between the two is very simple, but also very deadly.He will completely avoid anything that goes against his philosophy.

Therefore, he does not need to be pleased, nor will he please others.

He is completely pure.Sometimes, his soul doesn't seem to exist in this world.

Of course he knows why you're keeping him at arm's length right now.

He stared at the shattered window for a moment before shifting his gaze to the escaped prisoner.At this moment, the case stimulant that had been pulling his thoughts all this time suddenly lost its effectiveness.

Everyone in the building, especially those alphas, were treated as key care objects.The Metropolitan Police Department was also afraid that they would run into the street and make some unexpected moves.

And even if it is a beta, it has to be pulled for a detailed comprehensive inspection.

It wasn't until the last moment that you helped Peter, who was the most symptomatic, out.

Sherlock is still some distance away from you, and he smells the youthful floral pheromone, and yours is inevitably mixed with Peter's.After all, you two have been alone for so long.

He lowered his eyelashes, his expression flickering.

After you handed Peter over to the paramedics, you found yourself a corner to sit and rest.

Liz also heard about the accident in this building and sent you countless messages plus window shaking.As soon as you turn on your phone, those message boxes pop up.

You just glance at the other person's message and start replying.

Because you also don't want to worry your best friend for too long.

Still, it's literally exhausting.

You know, the moment Peter said that, you knocked him out.Only at this time, you feel that you have a little combat power.

You don't want him to misunderstand something... If a person really regards the other person as a friend or an important person, he will not do anything that seems to be playing with the other person's feelings.

Everything came to light.Now the criminal has also been caught, and Sherlock and the others have also been treated.No matter how you look at it, it's none of your business.

Liz hasn't messaged you yet, so you're just sitting on the steps looking at your phone, scrolling meaninglessly through those webpages, actually not seeing anything.Of course, you didn't notice Sherlock who walked up the steps behind you at some point.Until the moment he uttered his voice——

"Feel sorry."

The apology from the famous detective in your lifetime came too suddenly, you unconsciously let go of your hand in a daze, and the phone fell straight to the ground.

"Ah?" The syllable popped out of your throat, and the expression on your face was extremely strange, as if you heard something terrible.

The curly-haired man didn't say anything, just took a deep look at you, and walked away.

Staring blankly at his back and returning to the side of the police car again, you came back to your senses and remembered why he would apologize.

The screen that fell to the ground lit up.The display of the mobile phone screen is not so obvious in the sun, and when you glanced at your inbox, there was an extra message just now: [I'msorry, ucankeepit.SH]

I mean, I was wrong, can you leave this apology text?

You took a fixed look at it with your mobile phone, and a faint smile appeared in your beautiful eyes.

The detective's way of apologizing...is really special.

At the same time, Liz also sent you a message: [It's great that you're fine, my little boy QAQ]

Followed by several various crying emoji expressions.

This is too cute.

But...the fact that Sherlock apologized to you was something you didn't expect.

If you ignore this thing done by terrorists, then the weather today is really good.Cloudless, warmer temperatures and bright sunshine.

You thought about it, and then turned your gaze to the direction where Sherlock was.You can only see his profile.

He seemed to be talking to Sergeant Lestrade, but it seemed that the other party was not in tune with his genius brain, which made his eyes gradually sharpen.With your ordinary human observation ability, at most you think his ancient Greek statue-like side face looks more... how should I put it, more attractive under the sunlight.

It seems that you feel that you have been looking at the other person for too long, and you are afraid of being caught peeking, so you look away in a panic—although you don't know why you are panicking.

The little spider was carried into the ambulance in a coma, because the medical staff asked if there was anyone who knew the boy, so you stood up without any hesitation—he was in a coma to save people, and of course you should do everything you can Help him out.

The ambulance stopped not far from the direction where Sherlock was standing. As soon as you passed Sherlock, he stretched out his hand and grabbed you.

God, you thought he was too busy talking to Lestrade to talk to you.

Now it seems that Mr. Holmes has also poured too much energy into you that he shouldn't have, right?

You sighed inwardly, turned your head slightly to look at him, and didn't speak.

The moment the famous detective made that action, everyone couldn't help looking at the two of you, as if something big was about to happen here.

In fact, except for Lestrade, the people in the Metropolitan Police Department either have doubts about Sherlock's extraordinary abilities, or think that he is an unlovable weirdo with extraordinary abilities.From the looks of it, Sherlock and Sherlock are people from two worlds.

Everyone thinks that a lunatic with a high IQ and anti-social personality like Sherlock should be with another lunatic.And you're just, so normal.

You obviously have such a beautiful and picturesque face, but your actions show a different kind of innocence and immaturity, which is completely different from other female students in the same grade as you here.It feels like you are like a delicate flower blooming in the pure land of bliss, obviously doing nothing, but still exuding charm everywhere.

Sherlock doesn't seem like a person who would dream about beauty at all.And he actually held you back in public... It's quite intriguing in the eyes of others.

"Come back?" he asked.

You are quite embarrassed, but you still make up your mind and muster up your courage, "For now...not."

You dare not look at the expression on his face (although he usually has no expression or reaction on his face, but you don't know why you feel that you have hurt the other party), let alone his reaction, you immediately turned around and walked over to the car. The ambulance drove to the hospital.

"Can I kiss you?" The young man hugged you tightly, his arms tensed and relaxed at times, as if you in his arms were like some beautiful but fragile treasure.

No, it should be said that you are as beautiful as the jewel in the crown.

Your reaction is still half a beat slow.

He didn't have time to say anything refusal, and he approached you adhering to the principle of "If you don't speak, you agree".

Yes, it's not the distance between ordinary friends, but the distance closer to the heart and more ambiguous.

He lost his mind when he slightly lowered his head and touched your pussy, it was as soft as jelly there.He had never experienced such a feeling in the first 18 years of his life, and this was the first time.

But what about men?The thoughts hidden in their bodies are very honest.And it is precisely because the person in front of him at this time is you that his charming thoughts are out of control.

You acted too obediently, staring blankly at the boy's face getting closer and closer, this kind of reaction pleases the other party to a certain extent.

It's so cute.It felt like it had never happened before, the incomparably natural innocence revealed unintentionally.

Now I don't know whose emotional experience is more like a blank sheet of paper.

In this regard, the juvenile's learning ability can be called rapid.In addition to being uncomfortable at the beginning, after only a light kiss, the rest of the time, when you didn't pay attention, you let go, and it really slipped into your mouth, licking the pink sticky ..mo.

Your vision wobbles, he gently covers your eyes, and things start to get deeper.

A certain feeling deep in his heart kept burning his nerves.The closer it is to you, the more clearly the pain on the skin, as if being run over by a branding iron inch by inch.

He wants, you.

How to say, he is still too tender.Dominated by out-of-control pheromones, he has actually lost the most basic ability to judge the environment at this moment.Even the hand used for relief began to be disobedient.

Down, down, down...

He vaguely felt that some things had changed, and everything should not have been like this.

So what went wrong?What's wrong?

It's you.

You still maintain the posture when the other person covered your eyes, as ordinary as you should be.Actually not.

You, Jiri Reedus, are you really going to let the other person move up and down at this moment?

will not.

The you here are the phantom of his brain imaging.

The young man woke up suddenly, he straightened up and sat up from the hospital bed, he was sweating profusely, panting heavily, but his brown eyes kept shuttling through the room.