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

Things are far from being as peaceful as they appear on the surface.

Sending you back to 221b with an irresistible attitude, watching you get off the car, he didn't actually turn back and leave immediately, but sat quietly in the car, watching you go quickly through the car window Far.

You are actually still very guilty, so you just said goodbye and left after getting the message "he won't come in with you", without looking back at him at all.

You are afraid that as long as you look at him one more time, you will not be able to help telling everything.

Harry was not in a hurry to go back, but leaned on the back of the car seat and thought about it quietly.

He'll have to figure out exactly what's going on here—what's the point of your conversation with Carol in the restaurant.

You stand outside the door, and at the moment you hear this, thousands of possibilities pop up in your mind.

But all the messy thoughts were dismissed by you in the next second.

You are a little bit regretful why you said that to him... It's like sending yourself to his door to let him play tricks.

But you seem to have no other better way to do it.

The current Sherlock is like a child, although you are waiting for the system's hot chicken to deal with it and try to restore everything, but now you have to continue to get along with him.

You have been emphasizing in your mind the fact that the "data is messed up".Because if you get too involved, everything can go wrong—and you won't be hurt.

You focus on the back of this door.You're afraid you'll miss something he's saying because you're distracted.

But after another few minutes, his next sentence still did not appear.

You are puzzled, and for a moment you don't understand what the famous detective here wants to do.

"Sherlock...? Are you still in there?" You secretly thought something was wrong, and then thought that there was a window in this room of yours, and combined with his habit of opening the window——

Did he escape through the window?

Or a sudden change of mind.

The long-lost feeling of "being left behind" reappeared.

It's not because you're really left behind, but because the little thinking person in the opponent's head seems to have hit a spring on his feet, so he said a word to you and then bounced away, but you can't chase after him no matter how hard you go arrive.

You are now used to assuming all sorts of seemingly absurd scenarios.

He, Sherlock Holmes, can always present these ridiculous plots in front of you in detail.

For example, in order to complete a commission to talk about a relationship that he disdained, and to propose to the secretary in order to sneak into an office with a double security system.

That's why you don't trust Sherlock so much in your day-to-day life.

His ability in solving cases is undoubtedly unmatched at the genius level, but in terms of human relationships, he sometimes looks like a child who will never grow up.

He may not be good at words, but what he said many times can make people angry enough.

It's good to be Sherlock's colleague or friend, but it's not so good to have a more intimate relationship with him.

You tentatively called his name a few more times, but still got no answer.

Well, you're going to have an answer no matter what happens tonight.

After several unsuccessful attempts to open the door, your eyes wandered around the living room.

Hmm... It seems that there are no tools that can be used to forcefully break in.

At this time, there was a sound of opening the door downstairs.

At the same time Mrs. Hudson's all-too-familiar voice, as sweet and soft as marshmallow, bursts into your eardrums.

"Hey, why did you turn the switch on again - oh my God, Sherlock?!"

Thank goodness!

"Mrs. Hudson—!" You hurried downstairs.

Mrs. Hudson did you a great favor by showing up just in time, she is the landlord, she must have a spare key, so you don't have to worry about how to open the door.

"Oh, dear, why don't you—" Mrs. Hudson saw your face clearly by the light of the flashlight, and forced the unspoken words "back" into her throat.

"Oh, I forgot you've been back for a few days—look at my memory." Mrs. Hudson still smiled warmly.

It seems that she is completely used to the unimaginable and nonsensical things that Sherlock sometimes does, and she accepts it well.

"Where's Sherlock?" Mrs. Hudson asked, looking at her face, as if surprised and puzzled that Sherlock himself didn't contradict what she said when she first entered the door at the landing.

"You know, he did that last time," said Mrs. Hudson. "The electricity was cut off suddenly. If he hadn't just done me a favor that day, I wouldn't have tolerated him!" Then her tone changed again. He became more gentle, "But he's sick, and I don't know when he'll get better. You know, he's really fine——"

Now you have to interrupt her, "Actually... I want to say that Sherlock locked himself in the room, and he won't reply to my messages now, do you have a spare key?"

Just like Mrs. Hudson, you forcefully hold back the phrase "I'm afraid he will make trouble".

"I'm going to look for it now! I remember it was..." Mrs. Hudson heard this, and immediately went to help you find the key.

You think it would be wisest to look for the keys now.You don't want to be fooled by his fantastic logic.

"Sherlock?" You took the key and called his name as usual before inserting it.

Without exception, no response was received.

An ominous premonition quietly rose in your heart again.

The scene in front of you has automatically verified your sixth sense for you.

"Oh my God!!" Mrs. Hudson standing behind you couldn't help exclaiming.

Sherlock fainted, only a few steps away from the door.

You came to his side without a trace of hesitation, and found that the other person's eyes were tightly closed, and then reached out to touch him, and found that the other person's heart rate also weakened.

There is no longer any delay.

When you make an emergency call, you really hope it's just one of his little realistic pranks—he's done it before, after all.

"Put a squash ball under the arm to stop the pulse temporarily." You can still recall his rather sly tone.

You realize you are wrong.

The cognitive system you have been building is actually not strong, it is like a fortress in the desert, it will be weathered, eroded, and swallowed.

This world is false, everything is made up of infinite mirages, so there is no need to put your heart into it.

But you actually... have always cared about the group of people around you in your own way, but not in a perfect way.

You seem to have forgotten the essence of this place all the time.

You realize that you are an impulsive person.

Otherwise, what reason can explain these tears that are about to pour out?

When Sherlock woke up, the first thing that came into his field of vision was the white ceiling that couldn't be whiter.

Secondly, what flooded into his nasal cavity was the familiar smell of disinfectant that he didn't want to recall.

And then, it was quiet.

It was so quiet that the surroundings could only hear the sound of liquid dripping down from the hanging medicine bag.

Well, he's back, back to this place where he's really annoying.

With a haughty and impatient expression on his face, he turned over and tried to turn the dark blue dial that controlled the drip rate faster.

Or - unplug it directly, jump out of the window like every time before.

Based on his experience, this dark blue cuboid must be right by his hand.

But this time, before he got the thing, he watched the infusion rate regulator being taken away by another tender little hand.

It's you.

You look bad.

To be honest, when he was sent to the hospital, he was in a very bad condition, which worried you and Mrs. Hudson for a long time.Fortunately, Sherlock woke up two hours later.And you really can't bear to let Mrs. Hudson stay here any longer, so you let her go back to rest.

You, keep an eye on this bastard.

【Do you understand? 】The system suddenly said something, which made you confused.

"Understand what? 』

【He is one of your targets, you can't hurt him. 】

"I don't. 』

[But your eyes seem to say 'I'm fucking annoying and angry'.If eyes could kill, he would have hung up many times.I say this for your own good, for an early date...] The system feels that it is too early to finish saying this.

Christmas is not here yet, at least there must be a complete cycle.

You obviously didn't think that much and just shut up the system.

"Don't move." You said, "Obsessively finish the transfusion."

You try your best to look unfriendly.

But it turns out that the system is completely nonsense.Your little emotional gaze can't hurt Sherlock at all - not to mention physical damage, even magic damage.

Instead, let him look at you even more intently.

After all, it seems that in his memory, you rarely have such a "tough" time.

Always soft, and now it's rare that he's not easy to mess with, but he's still quite sentimental.

Thinking of this, his attention quickly moved away from adjusting the infusion rate controller randomly.

It literally moves on to you.

It seems that the literature he read two days ago is still useful - the longer he spends with the other party, he will discover more cuteness that he has never discovered before, even if it is completely opposite to his personality, he will also have a different kind of charm .

His idea of ​​writing a document in this area became stronger - he now has a living test subject, a lover.

He has always been self-confident, thinking that he will definitely write well-by then your name will definitely be the most frequent word in it.

At the same time, he felt an emotion called guilt sweeping through his heart.

He rarely has such emotions.

It was really inappropriate for me to lock the door and break the switch for no reason.Besides, looking at the serious expression on your face, he discovered another detail.

Although it's been so long, you can still see a little redness in the circles of your eyes.

He doesn't want to see you cry.

It's not good to have any negativity—whether it's because of him or something else.

"sorry."

He propped himself up and sat up, and said this.

Not quite frankly, I said it awkwardly.

You are fooled.

The author has something to say: Think it over.

感谢在2020-02-0223:31:27~2020-02-0423:53:07期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of dog dogs;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!