Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

After standing in the phone booth for a while, she suddenly realized that it was almost winter, and the weather was very cold. She rubbed her hands together and let out a breath. The thin ice on her fingertips was wiped off, and the blood flowed out again, and the tingling pain came. She couldn't help frowning.

The painful torment continued, reminding her of a time when she was locked in a dungeon. It was a scorching summer day, but it was extremely cold there, and the people locked there left one by one.

Being involved in homicide all the time isn't the worst.

The worst thing is not the people she was with, her friends, her classmates, her partner, her teacher, all died.

Worst of all, she didn't die.

She lowered her eyes, looked at the fallen leaves on the ground, and at the shoes on her feet that were two sizes too big. The laces were loosely tied, and the pure black laces were too long to be close to the ground.

A gust of cold wind blew, Ai Miye couldn't help shrinking her shoulders, her body trembled.

After a while, she felt a heat coming from her back.

A pair of hands hugged her so tightly that she couldn't move.

The cold wind blew in from the collar, and she shrank into his arms.

She turned around and looked at him carefully. There was stubble on his chin, which was obviously clean and smooth before. The emotions in those eyes fluctuated, and it was obviously too calm before.

He stared at her with no expression on his face, but his hands clasped her tightly.

As soon as the wind blows in late autumn, the withered and yellow leaves fall to the ground, and the rustling sound is like a symphony.

Pedestrians in the distance wrapped their clothes tightly and left, living a life of no fixed place in order to survive.

Ai Miye buried her head in Sherlock's arms, her tears fell like broken pearls one by one.

His fingers tugged at his clothes, his body trembling slightly.

Sherlock patted her shoulder with a stiff hand, soothing her.

The endurance of the past six months has all been broken, her dignity has been stripped away, and she is tied up like that, and she can't see anyone except Cyril.

Without a window, she doesn't know how time passes, does it make any difference to her if an hour is actually a day?

Never want to do that again.

Never want to be tied up again.

Never want to be counted again.

Why did she have to suffer like this, why did she have to be born in Kailin.

Crying until she was almost out of breath, her eyes were red, and the complexion on her face was a sickly white, as if she would fall down at any time, as if she would die at any time, fragile and vulnerable.

Sherlock didn't speak, he noticed the wound on her finger, and he could deduce how she was injured at a glance.

The terrain here is a flat map in Sherlock's mind, and he quickly searched for the nearest pharmacy, avoiding all cameras, and he took her in.

Ai Miye's mood quickly calmed down. She hadn't communicated with her for a long time, and she was already unfamiliar with some daily communication and grammar.

This point, Sherlock is very clear.

He quickly bought the medicine and took her back to Baker Street.

It's still the same as before, it hasn't changed, it just seems more sloppy.

On a notebook placed on the table, it showed a surveillance circuit, which was exactly the section of the road that Aimi Ye took when he escaped and went to the phone booth.

He has been looking for her for a long time.

Been looking for her ever since she disappeared.

But Kailin only covered the sky with his hands, and it was underground. Even if this kind of private place was built in England, he had never found out about it.

Ai Miye was sitting on the sofa, and Sherlock squatted in front of her, holding her hand, applying the medicine bit by bit, and then bandaged her without any muddle.

"When was the last time you ate?"

Ai Miye reacted for a few seconds before saying, "I don't remember, the nutrient solution was always used to transport it into the blood vessels."

Sherlock pursed his lower lip, then poured a glass of water, poured some glucose in it, and after shaking it well, before handing it to her, she stood up and was about to come and get it herself.

When she stood up, she felt that there was darkness in front of her eyes again, and her body was weak. She subconsciously wanted to grab something, but Sherlock hurried over, put the water aside, and supported her.

"Your blood sugar is too low."

"I can feel."

Ai Miye helped him sit back on the sofa, and drank half of the water mixed with glucose.

Sherlock knew that she was very vigilant, and even if it was necessary, she would just sip the drink given to her.

But she believed him very much.