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

The moment you heard Sherlock's voice, your body tensed up.

What's going on.Why did he suddenly wake up?What the hell is your bad luck?

I also jumped repeatedly in the Shura field today.

Before you had time to look back at Sherlock's face at this time, Steve on the other end of the communication device spoke, with a little anxiety in his tone: "Where are you now? Who is by your side?"

Grass.

The system also turned on the hands-free while you were not paying attention.

This means that Sherlock standing behind you also took all these words into his ears.

What should you say?

It seems that nothing is good to say, and there will be a feeling of adding fuel to the fire...

But it seems worse to be silent...

You still didn't answer Steve's question, you hung your head and didn't know what to say, staring blankly at your bewildered face reflected on the pitch-black phone screen.

You are really really really bad at explaining.

Even if someone points their noses and says disrespectful words, there is a high probability that they will not fight back with more vicious words, so they are quite not quarrelsome.Because you can't help but feel bad all the time.Even if you don't show your weak side during the process, you may cry secretly in a corner where others can't see it after the end.Moreover, as soon as I opened my mouth, I couldn't say any continuous counterattack beautiful sentences, and every time I only weaved them in my mind after the end, and kept asking myself why I was so stupid.

always misunderstood.

It is such a you, there is no special highlight moment in your life, but you have become a heartthrob in this world.

You don't know what charm you have, so you don't know how to respond to these alphas.

What they like is not the real you.Those emotions that can be called admiration are all controllable false things that are woven and arranged through digital codes.

As long as you survive the time set by the dog system, all this will disappear.

Then, your world returns to being empty again.

……You know.

Sherlock didn't know when he took a few steps forward and stood beside you.He turned his head to look at you, then took the mobile phone from your hand, and said into the loudspeaker: "221b Baker Street, SH, what's the matter?"

His low voice at the moment feels like the ravings of a lover whispering in your ears.

It sounded like...the tone of affection after the incident.

Before you had time to react, you unconsciously fell into another, deeper abyss.

Looking up from your angle, you can only see the sharp and obvious jawline of the other party.

There was a cold contempt in his blue eyes at the moment.

"Give me back the phone, Sherlock." You lowered your voice and tugged at his other hanging sleeve.

But the moment you touched it, you couldn't help but wince.

piping hot.

And this is just touching mo through the cloth.

"You have a fever, Sherlock." Seeing that he didn't obediently return the phone to you, you emphasized again.

"Are you...?" Steve on the other end of the phone asked with some uncertainty when he heard the unfamiliar abbreviation "SH".

He is not very familiar with the situation in Midtown.The law and order in that area was solved by Spider-Man and an eccentric and withdrawn detective.It is said that the name is Sherlock Holmes...

SH?

"Sherlock Holmes." The man next to you said his name straight to the point, all the while staring straight ahead as if Steve was standing right in front of him.

"As you heard, I live in 221b, and I'm her roommate—" Sherlock paused, "If you want to date her or do something else, I advise you not to think about it."

You stood by and listened dumbfounded.

So now, Sherlock mistook Captain America for a social loafer who gave you harassing calls to pursue you... and he is now rejecting it for you?

Confused?

Your heart became anxious again, "Give it back to me, Sherlock, stop making trouble... Really!" Your voice was soft and waxy.

But Sherlock is determined to fight you today.

After he raised his hand, you can't reach the phone no matter what.You raised your head, stretched out one hand to grab his shoulder, and stretched out the other hand to reach him.

But the height difference of twenty centimeters is so heartbreaking.Let you go empty everywhere.

He is at ease, and you are in a mess.

Before the call was hung up, Steve's voice came from inside: "It's too dangerous for her to be with you, you are an alpha."

"Aren't you?" Sherlock sneered.Then he said his title with great accuracy, Captain America.

"She won't go anywhere but here." Sherlock seemed to be able to read the other person's mind through the radio, he said this sentence coldly, and then hung up neatly.

Suddenly everything that was bothering you seems to disappear.

But you don't feel that the heavy burden on your back tends to lighten.

On the contrary... there is a feeling that the rain is about to come.

The one standing in front of you is an adult alpha who is in the susceptible period.

"You should have a good rest, Sherlock." You lost the thought of taking the phone from him again, just looked up at him, and said this in a concerned tone.

The tall and thin man in front of him just stared at you and did not respond to your words.

You were defeated by his bright and sharp eyes, stepped forward to hold his arm, and walked into the room together.

Really, who is the kid?

The Detective lets on a small, triumphant chuckle—for a moment you can't see.

He threw the mobile phone onto the sofa with a little force, drawing a beautiful parabola.

fuck the phone.

Once in Sherlock's room, you hold your breath with a slight nervousness.

Watson said that alphas in the susceptible period will release pheromones more easily than usual.

Although you have never smelled the smell of Sherlock's pheromone, it is better to be careful if you believe it or not.

The alpha of the susceptible period is also unreliable!

He just leaned against the door and looked at you for a while, until he saw your usual fair face gradually turning red, and then said: "Don't hold back, there is no pheromone."

Hearing what he said, you blinked your eyes, and then took a tentative breath of air, only to find that there was really nothing.

All the pheromone flavors you imagined did not appear, this is just the most common tasteless oxygen.

Most importantly, he seems to be teasing you all the time.

Otherwise, why do you want to look at your stupid look holding your breath but not expose it but enjoy it?

But you can't be angry with the patient.

Especially a patient who might go berserk with pheromones.

Thinking of this, you looked at him and said, "Lie down and rest. I'll get you medicine."

"And you actually—" Your gaze moved down to his long, knuckle hand with a pinhole in it.

"You actually pulled out the needle!" You just remembered such an important matter, and quickly lowered your head to search for the small vein and needle on the ground.

As expected, you found it under the bed, and it's still leaking medicine at the moment.ye.But it must be unusable, you glared at Sherlock, and then walked out of the room with the disposable infusion set.

Holding Sherlock's phone.

You call the nearest hospital (where Watson works), "Can you bring a new infusion set, please?"

You listened to what the nurse on the other end said, nodded, and replied meaningfully: "Yeah, the kid is too ignorant, so he just unplugged it—what? No, no, thank you for your kindness, But he doesn't go to the hospital."

"I'm sorry to trouble you, thank you." After hanging up the phone, you turned around and realized that Sherlock had left the room as before, following you like a ghost.

"Sherlock—" You couldn't help but elongate your tone, with a worried look in your eyes.You clamped his arms and brought him inside, "Can you save yourself a little while you're such a big man? You need to lie down and have a good rest now..."

Sherlock remained silent in reply.

You feel as though this bout of susceptibility has robbed him of some of his brilliance.Now standing in front of you is just a famous detective who doesn't talk much but acts more erratically than usual... And he likes to follow you.

You don't want to get to the bottom of it anymore.You obviously used a masking agent, so he shouldn't be able to smell your pheromones now.

For Sherlock, the part you put on his arm is even hotter, like the skin reflecting the heavy sunlight, which is confusing.

He quietly looked at you.

Soft black hair, fair cheeks, always rippling eyes.

You are indeed beautiful--for the first time since that woman, he has been aware of the beauty of the human face.

Originally, he didn't feel much about beauty and ugliness.For him, all faces are a network of codes to be unraveled. He only needs to obtain the information he wants from these different genetic combinations, discard all irrelevant emotions, make inferences, and get the truth. .

It does not appear to be the case now.

For the first time, he feels that you are like a rose that reveals its fragrance in the morning, just seeing you makes you feel happy.

Shuli's face is not for the needs of survival, but can be called the embellishment of life.

However, this does not mean that he will take advantage of the danger to do something to you, even with the blessing of an ambiguous roommate relationship.

He is not that kind of person.

Sherlock took his eyes off you and got into bed as soon as he entered the room, wrapping himself in the shape of a loaf, with his back to you.

He dodged your attempt to touch his forehead.

Obviously Sherlock is the most uncertain person.

"Then I'm going out first?" You explained, and then closed the door.

After searching carefully, I finally found your mobile phone in the gap of the sofa cushion.

As expected, Steve has already missed a dozen or so calls for you.

Your worried brows furrowed.

After thinking about it, you still called back.

Apologize to him—be sincere and sincere!

It's all your fault after all...

Sherlock was sick, and it wasn't his fault.

You think so.

"...Steve?" After connecting, you tentatively called out without waiting for the other party to speak.You think Steve must be angry and ignore you.

"I'm sorry, my roommate is seriously ill and has a fever, that's why I said those things to you. It's all my fault. I didn't take good care of him. Don't be angry...!"

After a long time, the other party's sigh-like tone came over: "I'm not angry."

"But I didn't receive so many calls from you. It's still my fault. I'm sorry. I hope you don't spoil your mood because of this incident."

"You're right, I was really angry."

Hearing Steve's words, your heart tightened again.

"What makes me angry is, why are you boarding with a dangerous Alpha family?"