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

You don't dare to get angry, his current actions make you have no chance to turn your head, you can only stay obediently in his arms and accept the conditions he is offering now.

His hands are placed on the side of your neck, and those rough palms that have been calloused from using sticks, knives and guns are now covering your delicate and soft skin.You haven't moved, but the strange sensation of your two skins touching is very... special as far as you can perceive.Very seductive.

The small movements between your fingers are placed on your sensitive skin, like a gust of cold wind.On the contrary, the moment it touches your body, the dark fire will burst out of its shell immediately.

There is a fire in everyone's heart, and those who pass by only see smoke.

Uncharacteristically, Sherlock couldn't remember exactly where he saw this sentence, but what he was sure of was that he saw the flame of life hidden in your heart.And he wants to, to catch it.Like it's been capturing you all along.

"Aren't you going to talk?" Seeing that you were silent and there was no response, Sherlock spoke again.This time he's talking next to your ear, and you can feel his thin lips, which are always tightly pressed into a straight line, opening and closing, uttering a clearly threatening, yet extraordinarily shocking whisper.The breath containing his pheromones has landed on your ear bones. Strictly speaking, there is no actual skin contact. There is still a little distance between the corners of his lips, but...

This man, if he wanted to, would demagogue everything he said.Even without actual skin-to-skin contact, you have a strange, even nasty picture.

The sexiest man in the world, Sherlock Holmes.

He is a fire wrapped in ice.

It doesn't matter whether the flame is ice blue or orange.Importantly, he is a fire.If you approach rashly, you will be burned.

You hear him say it like an ultimatum.

But you really don't know what to explain to him.

You don't seem to have anything in particular to say.

"...I made a mistake." You had no choice but to explain dryly.But you can guess what kind of expression Sherlock behind him will show when he hears this.

"Really?" Sherlock even smiled slowly, but looked a little low.

You can't see the expression on his face now, but you only see Sherlock smile on rare occasions.

The first is to have solved a wonderful murder case, and the second should be to tell each other bad jokes with John Watson.

What else?you do not know.In short, you have no way to decipher what is hidden in Sherlock's sudden deep smile.

God bless, but don't blacken it.you think.

"Specially write my name, and send it wrong."

You added again: "I actually wanted to send you a message, but I... I didn't know what to send, so I had to type a name. I wanted to delete it, but I sent it by accident. Sorry to cause you trouble! "

After you finished speaking such a long paragraph like a cannonball, you didn't dare to test his reaction at all.

"Don't say honorifics to me." Sherlock was silent for a while after hearing your words.

"Good, good!"

"Call me by my name." You heard his deep and pleasant voice above your head, "Sherlock is just me, but Mr. Holmes can be many people."

You were silent for a moment, didn't answer his words, but changed the topic: "Then...can you let me go?"

Sherlock was noncommittal and let you go.It's just that when I opened the distance, I pinched the back of your neck maliciously.

you:? ? ! ? !

You reacted rather violently, clutching the back of your neck and backing away frantically, at the same time raising your eyes to look at Sherlock, with a face full of alertness and disbelief.

"You don't count for what you say!" you accuse, but in fact there is no expression on your face that could be called angry.Therefore, in Sherlock's view, your posture at the moment is closer to acting like a baby.

And you mainly feel that the other party's personality is wrong.This kind of thing didn't look like he would do it.

You have a little doubt again, could it be that the Sherlock in front of you was conjured by Loki?After all, the gods of trickery tricked you once.Soon, the thought is out of your mind.

Loki is now in Asgard.

"I let you go when I said let you go," Sherlock said, "I didn't promise that I wouldn't do other things."

you:?So you want to do something else?

"Pull it down." You turned around without showing any affection.And Sherlock didn't say anything more, just watched your pace getting slower and slower with a half-smile.

He knows you well.In a way, maybe you know you better than yourself.

A famous detective is good at extracting cocoons from a person's living habits, the other's preferences, concepts, and anything that can constitute "understanding".

The only thing worth noting is that he probably doesn't observe everyone so closely.

He knows that although you don’t show your fragile and delicate side on the surface, and even do the opposite, pretending to be indifferent on the surface, in fact... you will never go to haunted houses or places like it to explore in your life of.

You'd rather parade, at least surrounded by people.

First, there is darkness.Almost everyone has more or less an emotion that can be called fear of the unknown.Maybe there is really nothing in the red church in front of you, but the deep darkness will give everything inside a creepy feeling.The darkness is like a boggart, a mirror that clearly reflects everyone's worst fears.

You swear, you said that last sentence absolutely decisively, without a trace of hesitation.At first, you took three steps and two steps, wishing to go in quickly, but when you really stood in front of the door, you withered like a deflated ball.

But you didn't hear another person's footsteps—you suddenly realized that Sherlock's pheromone was getting farther and farther away from you.

You don't need to think too much now, the other party's slightly mocking face can clearly appear in your mind at this moment.

He didn't even take a step forward.

He is waiting for you to turn around.

He knows you will.

You take a deep breath before putting your hand on the doorknob, and you compromise.

If there is no interest, there will be no interest!You can never go in alone.

"Why don't you come?" You turned and stood on the steps looking at Sherlock.This time you are really drifting away, you didn't even say honorifics.

Sherlock looked at you and raised his eyebrows, "I don't want to."

"Okay then." You curled your lips, but your eyes still didn't leave his face, as if you wanted to stare at a flower on his face.

You really can't say anything to ask him to go in with you.If you knew this, you might as well go in with the little spider, so as not to be questioned by this eccentric person in front of you.

You have discovered something serious.After being in this world for so long, your glands are becoming more and more vulnerable day by day.

Although you can't be marked by someone and become the other's property, you still feel a little guilty.

You want to be free forever.

The two of you stared at each other for a while, and you finally lost your battle under his indifferent gaze.After all, it really seems to be your fault this time. He came here to question you, not to play with you.

... Although he was wrong before, he was equally indifferent.

"Are you really not going?" You asked again, while placing your hand symbolically on the doorknob.

Sherlock still looked unmoved.He didn't answer your question, but leisurely took out a cigarette from his windbreaker pocket, lit it, and took a puff.

The fire flickered between his two long fingers.The smoke was blown away by the wind blowing from a distance.His eyelashes drooped, hiding the look in his eyes.

Obviously smoking is such an ordinary action, as long as he does it, there will be a different feeling.

Speaking of which, is this the first time he smokes in front of you?

You don't open your eyelashes, only to hear the famous detective breath out and say: "You don't want to go."

"I have to go if I don't." You originally thought that if he still doesn't answer you, then you can go in with your eyes closed.But I didn't expect him to respond to you.

He sees through you.

"Then are you going?" You repeated, "Just as—" You pondered your words, "Just to be with you, your roommate. How about it?"

Your brain really froze for a moment.You haven't given much thought to your relationship with him.

Who is he to you?

Ugh.

He agreed and quickly walked to your side.And you notice he still has a cigarette in his mouth, and you take it off without giving him a hint.

"Smoking is harmful to your health. I care about you." Meeting his probing gaze, you had no choice but to say so.But isn't it too zealous to talk about good health to a man whose favorite thing is seven-percent cocaine?

He answered yes graciously.This reaction is something you didn't expect.

Tonight's Sherlock Holmes is really abnormal.

After you go in, you realize that everything is not that simple.Rather than saying that this is really a church, it is better to say that this is a haunted house in the skin of a church.

The inside is really too dim, and the only faint light flickers on and off. The moment it goes out, you can't see anything clearly.The only thing that reminds you that you are not alone is the light pheromone that lingers around you, which smells like snow.

As much as you hate to admit it, you feel a moment of relief because of this.

This may be one of the influences that Alpha will have on Omega.It is engraved in the bone and cannot be escaped.

There are many secret doors around, and there are different things hidden behind each door.You've just gone upstairs with Sherlock and you're completely dazed.

In such a big place, how do you know where the little spider went?

The little spider is the exact opposite of you in this respect.I rushed forward when I saw something thrilling and exciting, as if I didn’t know how to write the word “fear” at all.

The interior of this Gothic building is also very complicated.The dilapidated curtain hangs down from the sky, blocking your sight. You froze for a moment, and when you came back to your senses, Sherlock's figure disappeared in front of your eyes.

You can't smell his pheromones either.That sense of security is quietly taken away from you.

No matter how long your reflex arc is, when faced with this situation, you will still quickly rush to a burst of cold air blowing on your back, and even feel a cold breath falling on your neck, as if someone is next to your neck Like blowing up.

You now understand why in those ghost movies, when nothing actually happened, the protagonists in them would react exaggeratedly, as if they were scaring themselves.

You are wrong, you should not laugh at others before.

From the perspective of a bystander, it will more or less produce any feeling of being there.Only when you become a character inside and enter that scene, can you experience a little bit of cold feeling.

It's dark around you, so you have to take out your phone to try to illuminate it.If you can, you also want to call Little Spider and tell him to come out quickly, cancel this project, pack up, and go back to each house.

And Sherlock?Hmph, let him stay in there alone with the level of solving crimes!He's not afraid of these things anyway—he's more of a believer in science.

Unexpectedly, just as you took out your phone, there was a strange sound from behind.

Falling into your eardrums, it sounds a little like someone stepping on something on the ground.

"Sherlock?" You turned your head and walked towards the direction when the voice came, you pinched your sleeve unconsciously, the little spider's coat was still a bit too big for you, and the sleeves were a bit long, hugging you hands.

This building is so tall, the little spiders who entered first would definitely not stay here on the second floor.With his speed, he should have reached another exit by now.

You approach, but no one responds to you.The place where the sound was made just now was hidden behind the corner.

You stop, you hesitate to move forward.After all, in ghost movies, you usually meet love around the corner, or... turn your head.

You have to admire the planning of this venue.

The area of ​​this venue is too large, and there are quite a lot of facilities, so the flow of people is dispersed invisibly.Moreover, the organizer did not set up any staff in strange costumes to scare customers at the scenic spots.It doesn't seem to be taking the exaggerated route.

Even now, I haven't seen any staff haunting here.It seems like there is no one else in the building but the three of you.

In short, it is perverted quiet.

A quiet atmosphere is actually more likely to breed panic.

"Peter?" You called again, changing your name.Then you regret it.

The shadow cast on the wall moved.

You run away in fright.

The entire empty second floor echoes with your hasty footsteps.This is very eye-catching in an extremely quiet environment.

But the road always ends.

You only saw a tightly closed door at the end, you opened it directly without caring so much, and then quickly closed the door, all in one go.

"I swear I never want to see Sherlock Holmes again!!" You said through gritted teeth while breathing calmly.

"Why?" You heard someone next to you asking, as if genuinely puzzled.

"Who told him to run away without saying a word!" You replied without thinking.

Then, you realize something is wrong.

Is there anyone else in this room? !

You can't help but gasp.

Forget about even screaming.Just staring blankly at the person hidden in the darkness.

When he takes a step closer, your nerves tense up.You hold the phone tightly, but the faint light it emits doesn't count at all in this darkness, it just projects alone on the wall through the gap between your fingers.

You are thinking whether to rush out the door or throw the phone in his face, the possibility of escape is higher.

You simply broke the jar and took a few steps towards him.You hate why it is so dark now, you can hardly see the other person's face.

Then, you raised your hand to throw the phone in his face, and then ran away.Hope to catch him off guard.

It turns out you were still too naive.When you were about to throw it, your feet got caught by something, and you rushed straight forward.

Suspense films become romance films.

In the future, you really don't want to think about this day.True Turn the corner and meet love.And speak ill of him in front of Sherlock himself.

You feel that you are tired of life.

You threw yourself straight into the opponent's arms, and the pheromone that belonged to Sherlock was once again lingering around you.

Your legs softened, but he pinched your shoulders and lifted you up like a chicken like he did countless times before.

"You're stupid. I told you to follow me." Sherlock turned on the flashlight function of your phone, and even briefly took a look at your face.

You cannot see your present state.

But he can see.

His eyes were shining brightly, and his heart was obviously not so peaceful, but his face pretended to be calm and breezy.At this time, she was still looking at him puffed up, her cheeks puffed up cutely.

He doesn't even know what to say about you.

So he reached out and squeezed your face without saying hello.

Thanks to the darkness, you can't see clearly, so you naturally ignore the smile on the other person's face because of you.

"You never said that!" You denied it without any hesitation.In your memory, he didn't say anything at all, but disappeared as soon as you turned your head.

"You're just trying to scare me!" You added.So decisive that this seems to be Sherlock's sure evidence.

"Oh——" Sherlock deliberately elongated his tone, looking down at you.

Although you don't know what he's going to say next, it's definitely not going to be a good thing now.

"Really?" he asked back.You suddenly feel guilty.

Every time he utters a rhetorical question in such a relaxed tone, you feel guilty.

Nothing about you is really new to Sherlock.He knows what kind of cute reaction you will have when he says what kind of words under what circumstances.

But he just likes to play tricks on you.

"No." You said reluctantly, while searching for any memory fragments of that sentence in your mind.

He is so sure that you are starting to be unsure.

Wait...he seems to have said it.You think in horror.

It seems that he said something, but you were in a daze so you didn't hear it. Instead, you stayed where you were, and then ran in the opposite direction.

Sherlock is still staring at you without saying a word, you have been immersed in your own world, and have not noticed the problem with the posture of the two of you now.

He pushed you against the wall.You can't go back at all.

"It seems... I remembered it wrong." You cleared your throat.Now you're thankful again that he's so much taller than you - you don't have to meet his eyes and lose out.

"Fear arises when the fringes of one's deconstruction system, rather than the core constructs, prove ineffective." Sherlock didn't distance himself from you because of what you just said.

On the contrary, he is enjoying the time alone with you now.

This sense of distrust and unknownness stemming from the external environment will push you in his direction.

Because he is the person closest to you and the person you are most familiar with now.

"If you don't want to see me, I'm leaving now." Sherlock let you go as he said that, making a gesture to go out.

His pheromone leaves you inch by inch.

"Don't—" you changed your words immediately, "I didn't swear, I overturned it. Sherlock Holmes is the best man in the world."

After hearing your words, he seemed to be pleased. In short, no matter what, he undid the action just now.

"...Not too stupid." He smiled secretly.

This man... knows you're scared right now, but he's harmlessly affecting you with his pheromones.

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