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

You can't help but frown when you catch a glimpse of the sudden text message, and sneak your eyes under the beautifully decorated Christmas tree.

What the hell is he doing?

Although you think so in your heart, your curiosity still overwhelms your reason.

You decide to go and see what's inside.

But after you moved a few more steps toward the big Christmas tree, you realized that there was a bigger box behind the tree, almost as tall as you—but this box The packaging is not significantly different from other gift boxes under the Christmas tree, even the color matching is the same.

This time, your interest has shifted from the small boxes piled up under the tree to the gift box in front of you, which is as tall as you.

Maybe there is someone in it, maybe?

But you really can't figure out what's in it.It couldn't be the home appliances that Sherlock's brother gave him, right?

Or, more horribly, the corpse he brought over from medical school, ready to be dissected at his home this wonderful Christmas...?

If you are in love with a little brain, you can guess what it is.

That's what he packed himself into.

But Sherlock wouldn't do this, and he didn't seem to have any reason to go to such trouble.

And today is not a special day for you, just a Christmas.

Just when you were standing next to the Christmas tree and didn't move any more, another text message came into your phone's text message inbox, which made you more certain that Sherlock must be planning something behind your back.

He asked you to quickly unwrap the present.

You sighed and did anyway.

Western countries are really keen on giving gifts during festivals, at least in the place where you are before you travel, they are not so keen on this matter.And you seldom prepare gifts for the friends around you—or in other words, there are too few people who can make you take care of them, so you lose the desire to prepare gifts for so-and-so.

Soon, you discover that many of the presents under the tree are for you, from all the people around you.

Mrs. Hudson has prepared a pair of anti-scald gloves for you, which are very practical; and Liz will give you a makeup set that you both like very much; Watson seems to have no idea what young girls like, so His present for you, which Mary helped to buy, is an opal bracelet that brings good luck.Of course, other people have prepared it for you, but you haven't had time to take a closer look.

It is precisely because you have not expected too much from this world that now you will appear happier and happier than usual when you receive a gift that you have never thought of.

But you scanned around, but didn't see Sherlock.

But...he won't really...

What do you think of, and look again at the gift box standing stupidly, the height of a person, behind the Christmas tree.

Assuming he's really in there, you also don't quite understand why he does it.And... Now that you have decided to put yourself in it, why do you choose to hide behind the Christmas tree, and even use such an obvious way to remind you.

This is simply inconsistent.

But you didn't have anything else to say, so you went forward, and after thinking about it, you stretched out your hand and tore off the ribbon on it.

"I've found you inside." You said this, trying to make the people inside show even the slightest bit of tension, so that making extra noises made you more certain of your thoughts.

But no, no voice answers you, so it looks like you're talking to yourself into a Christmas tree.

When you thought of something, you removed the hand that was lightly resting on the gift box, and muttered, "This is not for me, I'd better go."

His tone was the same as usual, very normal, and he couldn't find any flaws at all.

Regardless of whether he is inside or not, anyway, you just say this first.You don't believe that he will continue to stay in it and continue to tolerate himself in a small and cramped environment.

In fact, your small thoughts can only be put into good use under the current situation—ordinary you, as long as you are in the field of vision of his blue-green eyes, those cunning thoughts will was perfectly suppressed.

Fortunately, you can't see his eyes now.

This time, you were really able to suppress the joy in your heart, and you actually kept the original posture like this and didn't continue to pull the ribbon on it.

Although you also want to discover more different him, but at this time...you don't really want to follow his ideas all the time.

If you are too obedient, isn't it too boring?

You are waiting, waiting for him to be unable to restrain himself.

You even sent him a text message in a very polite manner, saying that you would not.

What can he do with you?

Even after a few minutes, you still sent him: [If you don’t show up, other people will come, and then…]

The text message was followed by a string of ellipsis very spiritually.

You are right.Although it was morning, time passed quickly, and after a while, other people should come.

We'll see how Sherlock ends up then.

What did you think of? You were shrouded in the haze of thoughts just now, but now you have already pursed your lips and started to smile.

After a while, there was a rustling sound coming from the gift box next to it, which was as tall as a person.

Of course you are not idle.From the moment this voice appeared, you became more certain of your inner thoughts, but you still didn't understand why he would do this.

So you cast your eyes on the gift box, trying to put on a cold look that has nothing to do with you, but you still really want to see what kind of posture Sherlock will stick his head out of the box.

He doesn't usually come across as approachable, so it's hard to imagine him coming out of the gift box.

Because... No matter what, the current behavior doesn't look like his style at all.

Can love really change a person?Even if it's an imaginary relationship.

Fortunately, within a few minutes, the box was opened.

And so the famous detective appeared.

At a glance, he looks the same as usual, but...you can keenly feel that something that is not obvious has quietly changed.

Just when you were still thinking about why Sherlock looked different today, he spoke, and the tone of his mouth was still familiar to you.

"Come here," he said, "I have something to tell you."

"What's the matter?" You responded somewhat uncomfortably, but still took two steps towards him.

But apart from this, what you most want to know is why he hid in such a big box, just for you to find him and open the box (although you didn't do it).

You asked first, "Why are you hiding in there?"

God knows, if you have a mirror around you at this time, you will know how incomprehensible you are asking questions now.

The answer was completely obvious to Sherlock.

You must know that he had consulted Watson for a long time before the other party reluctantly put down his young daughter and ran over to give advice to Sherlock.

What both you and the system have been kept in the dark about so far is that he's actually healed.

Just like all events will eventually pass, what happened to Sherlock also passed inexplicably.

Perhaps the system is not powerful enough to create bugs.

Therefore, all the actions Sherlock has shown now are from his own will and nothing else.

Now he's standing again at a similar angle to the other characters that have appeared.

Maybe it's because your tone seemed too casual, which made him doubt whether Watson was serious about advising him.After all, in his plan, your attitude should be more than that.

It should be hotter.

"It's nothing." He shook his head, but he knew in his heart that after getting an ambiguous answer from him, you will definitely become very concerned about the reason why he did this.

In this way, as long as your interest is brought up again, then your attention will be poured more on him.

He likes that you're always looking at him.

You raised your eyebrows, noncommittal to his answer, but you obviously didn't really believe it.

"I have checked a lot of information." Sherlock said suddenly.

you:?

You stare him in the eyes to signal him to continue.

"I'm still sticking to the philosophy I had last time."

His words just brought you back to the strange circle that appeared in the last exchange.

May I ask what is proper intimate practice between couples? ?

You can still recall in your mind now how he said it with a serious face, without blushing and without heartbeat.

really--

You have only one thought in your mind now, can he still recover?

"So?" you respond, but he can see that your mind doesn't exist here.

"So, it's a kiss that's going to happen under the mistletoe," he said.

His eyes were shining brightly.

And you just noticed the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling at some point.It's just that this small plant is just covered by other colorful decorations in the room, making it not so eye-catching.

Emerald green leaves with small white berries on top.

It is indeed a custom.

There is a kissing legend under the mistletoe.

Under the mistletoe, you can't refuse the other party's kiss, otherwise it will bring bad luck.

It turns out that he deliberately asked you to come down here.Because it's only when you get to this spot that you both happen to be standing under the mistletoe together when he bursts out of the oversized gift box.

You think that he may have calculated the distance and the route you may pass very rigorously, so he cleverly blocked other paths that could have been walked through with various small things.

You can't help laughing at the thought.

But Sherlock didn't expect you to have such a performance.

So he raised his eyebrows, quickly flipped out of the gift box, and approached you again.

"Merry Christmas," he says to you, and it really means it.

You will inevitably stay for a while.

Today's Sherlock—no, every day's Sherlock looked different from the previous one, and today he looked somehow gentler.

mild……

You turn the word over and over in your mind.

"You too." You had no choice but to say this, preparing to leave here.

To be precise, under the hanging mistletoe.

It's just that every time you want to leave, you will be caught by him?

No sooner have you finished this sentence than the next move is completely blocked at the very first moment.

He's holding your hand, and if you can run away like that, it's going to be a big deal.

"What's wrong?" You asked, pretending not to understand the expression on his face.

"You know it in your heart." Sherlock said, "I've said it once before."

He even raised his eyes between his words, and you knew exactly where his eyes were going.

"Huh?" You continued to babble, "I don't remember what you said."

"If I have nothing else to do, I'm leaving first!" You add that you think the legend is a legend because it has no substantive clear evidence.

Only relying on word of mouth, which is not rigorous, is a legend in your eyes, so... there is no need to take this unknown basis seriously and carefully abide by it.

Moreover……

You think that the situation of Sherlock Holmes should be better soon after all, otherwise you will clench your fist and blow the dog's head of the system-if it can be materialized, you will definitely not let it It's been good.

So, if you simply say yes to him, it will definitely be embarrassing when he gets back to normal, even if he doesn't show it on his face.

As a good person, you can't be so casual.

You firmed up the idea in your heart, shook your head towards him, and didn't give him a chance to fantasize without any suspense.

You should really find a video camera or something, put it in the corner and record the detective being so clingy for no reason at the moment, that way when Sherlock recovers, he'll be delighted(?) to find him I don't know when there was a lot of black history.

It's just that you don't want to.

In this world, there should be no video records of any moment of you.

You thought of the photo you took with the little spider again, and suddenly felt as if you had left some traces that could not be erased, and an even more indescribable emotion arose in your heart.

In short, out of various considerations for yourself, the idea of ​​using a video camera to record Sherlock's appearance at this time can only be thought about casually in your heart.

"As far as I know, there is no other place for you to go." Sherlock only smiled when he heard a sentence you dropped casually, and what he said now seemed very confident.

You are silent for a while, what he said is indeed the truth.

"But that doesn't mean I will stay with you." You said, "After all, I have my own things to do."

Hearing your words, the black-haired man in front of him actually showed a slightly dejected expression.

The longer I spend with him, the more I forget that he used to be a person who stood on the altar and never stepped down, and I only feel that sometimes he is no different from other people around him—just Showing concern is different.

Now the expression on his face gives you the feeling of a dog with drooping ears.

You sighed silently, scratched your head, showing a look of difficulty in making a choice.

And it was precisely this appearance that suddenly lit up Sherlock's dimmed expression again.

That's right - the reason why he showed the harmless expression just now according to your wishes is just because it will make you feel some compassion.

As long as the goal can be achieved, the process is not too important, and he will not particularly savor the process.

Seeing that you didn't make any other reactions for the time being, he moved closer to you again.

In an instant, he is beside you.

You blinked, as if you hadn't thought of that at all.

yesorno?

You think that if Sherlock were talking now, then the only thing that would be inseparable would be this.

He is always like this, looking for answers to everything, trying to be clear and clear.

You remember him saying once that he didn't like literature very much.His exact words were that everything was too uncertain.

He likes the only answer.

And will you be his only answer?

Just when you started to think about this matter in a daze and started to ignore him, he finally leaned down and dropped a soft and dry kiss on your cheek.

This is a very regular kiss.

And he deserved more than that.

"I want to say—" his eyes flickered for a rare moment, "you can tell me anything you don't want to tell others. I think I have enough knowledge system to help you."

You didn't expect him to do this at all, so you forgot to feel the feeling of the place where his thin lips touched just now, and you were just savoring what he said now.

His usual arrogance disappeared in this passage, and the tone did not sound like a joke.

You sense that he must have found something.

Otherwise, why would he say this?

You looked up at him, only to find that his expression was so serious.

"Everyone has secrets in their hearts, but they don't want to admit it." Sherlock's tone was calm and gentle.

You've actually heard his theory before.

"So, what's your secret?" You asked.

"My secret..." Sherlock repeated, his voice gradually lowered, but it still felt like being bewitched in your ears.

You didn't hear what he said though, because the next thing you two were close together again.

And this time, it was a real intimacy exercise.

The moment you two just parted ways, other people rushed in.Even Watson was completely squeezed in, and because he didn't control his balance well, he fell directly to the ground.

The heat on your face hasn't subsided even a bit, and your heart is still beating.

? ?Is it such a coincidence? ?

You even surreptitiously observed Sherlock glaring at Watson.

Don't you understand, can life be more dramatic than fiction?

You suddenly hit a conclusion that will startle you.

Have they been hiding outside the door and watching secretly?

hateful.

You didn't say anything else about their seeming antics at the moment though - let's just turn that around.

Christmas is an important holiday in this country, and it is completely worthy of being taken seriously.

So it makes sense to decorate the living room - but as you might expect, Sherlock says that decorating a room with such colorful things is not something he would do at all.

A bunch of you had a boisterous Christmas together.

It wasn't until the end of the day, when everyone left here and you went back to the bedroom and closed the door, that the long-lost system came online again, saying to you, 【He will be restored to normal soon. 】

You didn't react in any way, but for some reason, an indescribable feeling suddenly appeared in your heart.

Maybe, you don't really want everything to go back to normal.

You try to remember all the hesitation he'd had when you said goodbye to him and entered the bedroom just now.

You must know that the language state of hesitation and hesitation rarely appears in Sherlock.He's always been good at putting everything he says firmly and on point, even if sometimes he makes it up just for fun.

Maybe he really wants to say something to you.

But you deliberately ignored the little emotion on his face, turned around and closed the door mercilessly.

Although (you think) Sherlock's current state is not very normal because of the bug, at least some of the characteristics he shows now are completely opposite to his usual.But one thing that will never change is that he is a consulting detective.

His insight is unparalleled.

So you choose to limit the amount of time you spend in front of him, lest he find out.

Moreover, even if there is no systematic sentence, you can clearly feel that the other party's enthusiasm for you in the past two days has decreased compared with before.At least he's not pestering you to play some "you're bound to lose" games with him anymore.

But there is still a sense of loss in your heart for no reason.

At this moment, you think of Harry who always appears in your dreams.

Dreams are the reflection of everyone's inner reflection.

You have seen such a view.

I don't know how he is now... Is it true that he is suffering unprecedented pain like you dreamed?

A strange and absurd idea pops into your head just like that.

You took a deep breath and said to the system, "Since you can modify the data, why not make Harry Osborn better?" 』

In this way, he can have a greater chance of missing each other with the abyss he is about to fall into.

Isn't he someone you care about?

The system didn't expect you to say this, but it didn't answer you directly, nor let you immerse yourself in your own world. Its next sentence was, [You are now qualified to exchange for what you really want something. 】

And the result is only good or bad depending on what you want.

When you hear this sentence, your heart still misses a beat.Even more exaggerated, you feel as if your stomach is going through an explosion - which may just be because you are so nervous.

After all, in the past hundreds of days and nights, the reason you relied on to survive was nothing more than this, and this is what the system is talking about now.

But this time, you will not trust the system unconditionally like you did at the beginning.

You force down the turbulent emotion inside yourself and just say to it in a steady voice, "How do I know if you're lying or not?" 』

"Prove it to me. 』

This time you finally learned from the previous experience and lessons, and chose to take a step closer to the system with doubts.

but……

What is it that you really want now?

It is undeniable that during these days, you do gain some precious treasures that you have never had before.You participate in their lives, even if not always in the way you expect.

But...does this really mean that you're going to choose between going back to normal and staying here?

Not necessarily.

Although you always follow your emotions sometimes, you think that reason is better in the face of such a major event.

So, what are your options?

You said something to the system, and then the mirror placed in front of the dressing table emitted a burst of white light, sucking you in.

When this light appears, you can't see the reflection of everything around you at all, because the strong light has just blurred the surrounding environment just right.

Then, you lose consciousness.

What you don't know is that after you answered the system, with the disappearance of yourself, all the things in your room that could show your identity, show traces of your life, and reveal your personal hobbies disappeared, such as The dust is blown away by the wind, so there is nothing left.

221b has returned to its original state once again - the state before all the stories have begun.

an ordinary morning.

"Oh! Sherlock - I made you some hot tea -" Mrs. Hudson's characteristic voice echoed through the house again.

And Sherlock sat on his exclusive single sofa as usual, reading the newspaper, wondering if there were any recent cases that would interest him.

After a while, Mrs. Hudson's footsteps got closer and closer, until she stopped opposite Sherlock, and when she put the hot tea in the tray on the coffee table in front of Sherlock, she couldn't help but exclaimed One: "Oh! Why did I make an extra cup?"

Only then did Sherlock slightly lift his eyelids, and looked at her a little bit.

Not only was Mrs. Hudson coming to him at the minute and thirty-five, but he had expected the extra cup of tea.

He didn't say anything, though, and Mrs. Hudson's attention shifted from her extra cup of tea to Sherlock's other.

The coffee in it is completely cold.And there is actually an eyeball floating on it, and it is still a blue eyeball.This was simply too intolerable in Mrs. Hudson's eyes!

"Can you stop making your home look like a murder scene?!"

Mrs. Hudson complained viciously.But everyone knew that her complaints were not sincere. If she really cared so much, she wouldn't rent the house to Sherlock.

"You forgot that you still have guests today." Sherlock shook the newspaper and said lightly, "There is no extra cup of tea."

Mrs. Hudson stroked her hair, and suddenly realized, "I thought, um...yes! I forgot!"

"She may have knocked on the door by now," Sherlock continued.And Mrs. Hudson ran down after hearing this.

Even after saying that, there was still no special expression on Sherlock's face, but the slightly raised corners of his mouth, covered by the newspaper, still revealed some of his emotions.

He was unavoidably excited, and there was still a little light in his eyes, as if a hunter who was silently waiting for his prey in the forest suddenly had his wish come true.

The prey is about to appear.

He is a detective.

How can you not see those little things you are hiding?

And what he didn't tell you is that the secret in his heart...is that he has deduced everything but still gave up pursuing your secret.

You sat on the sofa cautiously, with a nervous expression on your face. You didn't say a word but listened silently to the landlady introducing you to the private detective opposite.

It's just that the landlady has a warm smile and looks easy to get along with, but the man sitting opposite you has a cold expression on his face. It seems that he didn't listen to Mrs. Hudson seriously at all, but used his eagle eyes The sharp eyes observe you carefully, not letting go of any detail.

You also look back without fear.

As a time traveler, when faced with a character that is familiar to everyone on TV, he can still keep his expression on.

You think, now you know him very well.

However, there seemed to be a slightly puzzled look in his eyes that didn't fit his design.

There are also some emotions mixed in it that you don't understand.

Does he know you?

But before you looked carefully, the black-haired man interrupted the landlady's words, and stretched out his hand towards you for the first time: "Sherlock Holmes."

This time, he already knew the whole plot direction.

END

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