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

You think there is a big problem.

At least for now it seems that you have no idea what the situation is.

Perhaps the only good news is that Harry seems to be disconnected now, so he can't hear this conversation you just had with Carol.

What if he heard it?

Thinking of this, you glanced at him again guiltily.It was found that he still hadn't opened his eyes.

For whatever reason - the best reason in your mind should be to test whether he is faking.Anyway, you poke his cheek again.

Seeing that he still didn't respond, you breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, another fork in the road appeared in front of you.

You don't know what to do with the state of young master Osborne.Should I send him home or send him to the hospital?

This is almost the second time you encounter this situation.

You have encountered this situation once in real life before you became the host of this silly x system.

You remember it being like this.You hang out with your friends on the last day of your holiday, hang out and then head to the buffet.Then your friend has a glass of wine.It doesn't matter, anyway, the result of the matter is that she was broken in the end and drunk crazy, and was sent to the hospital for transfusion.

Thinking of this, although you feel that the current plot is going in a strange direction, you still made such a decision-send him to the hospital for a look.

Just do it.

You look at the clock on the wall, it's only 08:30, not too late.

It only takes 15 minutes to take a taxi to the city center hospital.And now you can almost end this extremely torturous meal early.

You explain your thoughts to Carol.

"I'll take you there, I'm driving." Although Carol was also very puzzled, she still quickly thought of a countermeasure.

What else can she do, she can't leave you alone, can she?

When he was called again, he became a little conscious.Just when your cold fingertips touched his face this time, he raised his eyelids a little.You can see those pale blue eyes again.

The moment he raised his eyes, you withdrew your hand, moving faster than lightning.

The hasty movement even made your face flustered.

It's just that the tired look in his eyes is obvious, so he didn't focus on your face for a long time, but just turned his eyes away and said: "I'm fine."

His next line seemed to explain, "I'm just a little tired."

You groaned, but still kindly asked, "Do you want to go to the hospital?"

His eyes fell on his stitched arm, "No, of course not."

It is clear that his tone is still so ordinary, but for some reason, a bad premonition suddenly arises in your heart.

"Did he find out? ? 』You can't help but think about it.

That's the question that's pulling your mind the most right now.

If he really finds out, can he declare your clearance failure in advance?

But the system can't answer this question for you.The system can only do the work of modifying data at most, and the only time it has caused sequelae.You can't trust the system anymore, and it doesn't have any ability to detect what other people are thinking.

For a while, the three of them didn't speak, and each had their own thoughts.

You keenly felt a slight change in the aura emanating from Harry beside you.

"It's almost time to go home, isn't it?" He suddenly turned his head and said to you, "In case you are late tomorrow. I should go back too. I am very happy to have dinner with you." When he said "eat dinner", his eyes tightened staring at you.

You didn't expect him to say it so plainly.You're all set—ready to go back late.

You and Carol look at each other.But there was only a moment of astonishment on your face, and soon your expression returned to normal—you also smiled at him and said, "That's good, see you tomorrow!"

He seemed to be infected by your smile, and after thinking about it, he sent you a new invitation, "It's so late, why don't you take you home?"

His tone didn't sound like an invitation, but like an instruction that couldn't be refused.

No one can refuse him.

You hurriedly cast your eyes for help to the blonde girl sitting across from you, but unexpectedly, Carol was very good-natured, and immediately turned against him, and fell on Harry's side.

"Just send her off. My place is right next door, and I'll be there in two steps." Carol smiled ambiguously, and your heart felt cold.

"This...isn't that good?" You were determined not to develop into a situation where he sent you home, so you bit the bullet and spoke again.

Carol originally claimed to be your companion, but now that Harry takes the initiative, she can't wait to send you out.But you have quietly lost the right to resist when you stand between the two of them, and there is no room for you to hide or escape.

"My house is very close, so I don't bother you." You said, and at the same time unconsciously glanced at the lights outside the window.Immediately afterwards, Carol dismantled your platform, "Your house is obviously two blocks away from here."

You fell silent, and couldn't find a better reason to prevaricate for a while.

Seeing that she seemed to have inadvertently contributed to a good thing, bringing the (imaginary) young couple who were in the cold war together again, the smile on the corner of Carol's mouth widened.

Now is the time to retire.she thinks.

Carol's words are always faster than her thoughts. Without thinking too much, she picked up her bag and bid farewell to the two of you, "Then I'll go first? Let's play together next time."

You have to watch her go further and further away, and you have to try to pretend that the panic inside doesn't exist.

too difficult.

The restaurant with fewer people seems even more deserted, and you have to stare at each other.

"Is it inconvenient for you at home?" Seeing that you were reluctant, he asked.

More than inconvenient?

It is very inconvenient!

But you absolutely can't say that to Harry, so you can only use a more euphemistic way of saying, "I share the rent." Sighing, "The roommate has been sick recently."

You swear, this sigh is absolutely genuine.

And you don't feel like you're lying.Sherlock is really sick.

You don't understand why he starts asking if there is anyone else in your house.Obviously, if he just wanted to send you home as a colleague (?), there is no need to ask this kind of question at all.

Shared rent.

Harry squinted his eyes, the word "shared rent" was savored silently by him in his heart, and then he turned to you and spoke again, "It's so late, it's too unsafe for a girl to go home alone, or I'll send you off."

He knows you won't say no this time.

His reasons are simply unassailable.And that's the truth—the law and order in New York hasn't been very good recently.

Either way, you don't seem to have any good reasons to say no.

Although it is not impossible to forcefully refuse, you always feel that his mysterious favorability, which is about to burst, will have unexpected consequences because of being rejected.

"Then I'll trouble you." After taking a deep breath, you reported the address, and walked out of the shop with Harry side by side.

"You're welcome." Harry said indifferently, and walked with you to the underground parking lot of Osborne Enterprise next door.

It wasn't until you got into the car that you had time to look at the message you just sent.

You're not quite sure if Sherlock sent the message this time.After experiencing the indiscriminate bombardment of his super strong non-stop typing speed, you just suppressed your desire to reply to him.

You need to be cold.

Watson warned you when you first returned to 221b—

"Miss, I have to say one thing." The former military doctor who returned from the Afghan battlefield even sat upright, and the hand that put the coffee cup never trembled.

"Sherlock's thinking is very different from ordinary people. He always tends to use his own set of ideas to mislead everyone. You must not admit what he wants you to admit, or—" Watson pursed his lips, as if I was thinking about what words I should use next, "Otherwise, when he recovers from illness, everyone will be embarrassed."

Watson didn't speak too bluntly in front of you, maybe he was afraid of hurting you.But you completely understood what Watson meant.

Although he has not yet found the focus of Sherlock's thinking disorder, all diseases will be cured one day.Well, at that point, all the pretense will be gone.

For Sherlock Holmes, this is just a ridiculously long dream, and there is no need to write in his incomparable detective career-he will always shine, and would this experience have been important to him? Saying it doesn't really matter.

In John Watson's view, you are just an outsider who accidentally got involved in this incident, and there is absolutely no need for you to sacrifice anything for Sherlock.

Watson is such a good man, always thinking of you.

...even if that's not what you think.

Based on what you know about Sherlock, he sent you so many messages and one phone call today, and you haven't replied to him even a single word. With his proud personality, he will definitely not look for you again—he is waiting for you. I want you to go back and apologize to him.

Correct me again, it's not an apology, it's coaxing.

But that's not the case.

He failed again in front of you.

Your heart skips a beat as you read this new message.

[I saw you. 】

Isawyou.

This time he didn't even have his signature SH.Are you already getting angry?

What does it mean?Is he nearby?

You have one head and two big ones.

God has tested you too much...

Strictly speaking, it's not your fault, but in his eyes, it's not the case.

The window was not rolled down, and you looked through the glass to see what was going on outside.

The underground parking lot was pitch black except for Harry's headlights flashing.

Thanks to his text message, he's all on your mind now.

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