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

Sherlock Holmes is brilliant, calm and self-possessed, conceited and capitalized.

But he is an ordinary person without any superpowers.

You are very confused sometimes.How the consulting detective spends his days in this twisted Anglo-American world.

After all, it seems that all the turmoil here is not the high-IQ crime he wants.The destruction caused by brute force is completely unattractive to him, and there will be superheroes who will take action to settle it.

After living here, your doubts only increase.

How did he manage to sit quietly on the sofa all afternoon?

How did he manage, all day without picking up his dear friend, Mr. Skull, to confide in?

Shouldn't this no-case moment be a time of restless pacing around the room, injecting, and shooting indiscriminately?

You once tentatively asked him where Watson went, and he replied lightly that he was married.

This topic is ended.

But what you don't know is—

His current research object is you.

More than once, Sherlock Chao Huasheng spared no effort to complain about the inferiority of the ABO relationship.

His original words were as follows——

"Oh, Watson, ABO! It's ridiculous! As a human being, the real superiority is to be able to think independently, to infer likes and dislikes with personal thoughts, to get what you want, and to be bound by social rules and morals. But this kind of animal left over from evolution Desire is simply ironic!"

Watson replied thus——

"Mr. Genius Detective, I don't think you are restricted by social rules and morals."

……

Originally, Sherlock thought that in the ABO relationship, omega was just at the bottom of the food chain, coming and going when called, and becoming an accessory of Alpha for life.

However, your appearance changed his mind.

After all, you're a humanoid fanboy, aren't you?

Sherlock walked into the laboratory quickly and called, "Jasmine, is there a fresh omega corpse today?"

A brunette woman in a white coat came out, holding a folder in her arms.

While seeing his face clearly, Jasmine Amber replied, "Yes!"

Only then did she move the body out of the freezer and put it in front of Sherlock, explaining, "Omega woman, 31 years old, died in a car accident two days ago."

Sherlock unzipped it.

The face of the corpse was exposed, with a lifeless and sickly paleness.

After watching for a few seconds, the curly-haired man said, "Be younger."

"What?" Jasmine suspected that she didn't hear clearly, so she asked again.

"Anything else?"

"Others, there are only one 46-year-old and 68-year-old left. And...they are all men." Jasmine felt that Sherlock was really weird recently, and asked for the corpse of a young female omega by name.

The key is that in society, omega's proportion is so small, where can I find so many omega corpses...they belong to young girls.

"Too old." Sherlock opened the bag.

The whole body of the body was exposed to the air.

He turned the corpse over without mercy, picked up the scalpel, and cut everything on the back of the neck.

He wants to observe the omega's glands.

In other words, because it is impossible to observe the glands of living people, it is the next best thing to choose the glands of dead people.

Jasmine moved closer, but she could smell a faint fragrance from Sherlock's body.

In her experience, it's definitely not laundry detergent.

Like the sweet smell of omega.

But Sherlock is an Alpha.

As for why he was contaminated with an omega aura that didn't belong to him...

Jasmine asked suspiciously, "Have you been wearing perfume?"

"Never." Without looking back, Sherlock was concentrating on dissecting.

"Then why-"

"Omega pheromone."

"What?" Jasmine subconsciously raised her voice.

"What you're smelling now is obviously omega pheromone." Sherlock's tone remained calm, and he wasn't even attracted by Jasmine's raised volume.

"Are you in love?"

"Oh, who would fall in love with a little girl in her early years?"

Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief.

But almost immediately, she tensed up.

wait wait wait--

Early?

little girl?

omega?

Jasmine felt that Sherlock's strange requests these days seemed to be answered in an instant.

Could it be that this omega is in heat, so...

Jasmine thought of something else.

Immediately, the brown-haired forensic doctor secretly looked at Sherlock with a strange look.

He likes younger ones?

Thinking of this, Jasmine couldn't help but took out the folding portable mirror from her pocket and took a picture.Make sure you don't have any particularly noticeable fine lines.

However, no matter how well maintained it is, it is still not as delicate as the skin of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old female student.

Jasmine felt a little dejected.

"Jasmine, take a pair of pliers!" Sherlock didn't pay attention to her at all, but he could feel that her gaze was always attached to him.

"Jasmine, you really should get rid of all non-work-related thoughts in your head." The man's tone never fluctuated greatly.

It seems that only scientific experiments and unsolvable mysteries in this world can attract his attention.

But now, his sharp and eager eyes were all projected on the corpse.

If someone else saw it, they would definitely misunderstand him as a necrophilia or something.

But Jasmine has gotten used to it.

She didn't even sigh and handed Sherlock the pincers he wanted.

Just as Sherlock was concentrating on the corpse, a crisp voice appeared——

"Sherlock...?" You said a little uncertainly.

You and your classmates came to the door of the laboratory side by side.

Today is a school day, but the school asked the teacher to take you to Barts Medical College, the purpose is to let you experience the daily life of doctors.

Because although you are all studying in the same classroom now, you will definitely go to different fields when you enter school.

Medicine is also one of them.

Sherlock, who was still glued to the back of the unknown omega's neck just now, raised his head to look at you when he heard your voice.

"You finally changed the damn title, thank God." Sherlock finished this sentence and continued to immerse himself in his current experiment.

Cutting the back of the neck, the glands without skin cover are indeed not pretty and even a little hideous.

The hub that exerts such a major influence on the omega is just a group of invisible cells and tissues.

Your classmates have all gone to other floors, and you are left here alone.

Seeing the atmosphere stalemate and condense, you moved a little closer in Sherlock's direction.

But just seeing the bloody thing, you are a little afraid to go there.

After all, it was the first time I saw a dead body.

It is natural to be afraid.

Sherlock's assistant at Barts Medical College, Jasmine Amber, after seeing your expression, came over very understandingly and said, "Are you okay? He's always been like this."

You shake your head, "I'm fine. What's he doing?"

Jasmine was just about to speak, but Sherlock didn't expect to reply faster: "Obviously, it's to observe the effects of the omega's glands under various circumstances after death."

Now you are even more confused, when did he become so interested in this?

Jasmine is very interested in you, asking questions until——

"Yi Ri, are you living with Sherlock now?"

Given the knowledge of her unrequited love for Sherlock, you answer: "Yes...

...but only temporarily. "

Then Sherlock's cold voice cut in again.

"Let me remind you, three months could turn into four years—if you get into Columbia."

You stroked your loose black hair with some embarrassment, "Maybe."

Seeing that the doubts on Jasmine's face became heavier, you continued to explain: "We are just ordinary roommates."

The sound is very low.

At the same time, Sherlock said, "Come here."

Jasmine walked over, and just when she was about to ask, Sherlock repeated the sentence again.

"Come here, Yiri."

You just walked over without knowing why, and there was inevitably a look of disgust and unwillingness on your pretty little face.

A naked corpse that has been dissected to bloody flesh is so close to you, you are really powerless to accept it.

I saw the man took off his gloves and pinched your most vulnerable part.

It's the nape of your neck.

I was pinched twice by his cold hands, with moderate strength, but it still filled your eyes with physiological tears.

The nape of the neck is the Achilles' heel of an omega.

Only then did you notice that his other hand was placed on the neck gland of the corpse.

???

"So this is to compare the impact of life and death on the glands between omega? 』

He found that the experimental product did not show any special symptoms.

Even the muscles of the body will shrink and shake due to the high temperature during cremation.

Now there is no response at all.

Sherlock was a little bored, as if he had finally found a topic worth experimenting that suddenly lost its value.

"Jasmine, take her away!"

But then, when he turned around again, he found something even more intriguing.

Only then did he remember that his hand was still clinging to the back of your warm neck, and the girl's soft hair gently scratched the back of his hand.

But you don't dare to say something like asking him to put his hand down.

The rent of the house is so cheap, which is actually Sherlock's role in it.

Besides, that house is quite close to Midtown, so there is no need to get up early in the morning to catch the one-hour subway.

All the reasons are caused by the three words "you have no money".

……

and……

Sherlock looked at you, the physiological tears that overflowed from your eyes just now have been stopped, although it can be seen from the redness of the corners of the eyes that the tears once existed.

But he doesn't know one thing...

Why did such a simple touch cause Omega to have such an overreaction?

Sherlock tentatively squeezed the back of your neck again.

You dare not speak out.

To be honest, every time he exerts force with his fingers, there will be a strange and wonderful feeling passing through your body, like an electric shock.

Your body couldn't help but tremble twice.

Then Sherlock's breath hits the back of your neck.

While your peach soda-sweet pheromones swept through the lab, you also smelled the faint smell of tobacco on him.

But that's not Sherlock's pheromones.

He never releases pheromones easily.

All you smell is his cigarette smoke.

One aspect of Sherlock's genius pride that day was manifested in his absolute control over the release of pheromones.

He scoffed at the abo relationship, and he would never let courtship-like pheromones roam freely in the air.

But a more frightening fact is——

He's sniffing you, again.

"He's smelling me. 』

"He's smelling me...? ? ! 』

"Sherlock is smelling me? ! ? 』

When you realize this fact, your face suddenly turns red, and you tremble even more, feeling like your hair will explode in the next second.

"Your pheromones are getting stronger."