Silent guardian

The mysterious suicide case was successfully solved, and the whole process was written by Watson on his blog, nicknamed "Pink Research", which caused quite a stir.When Mora walked into the hospital, she could still hear her colleagues discussing the process of the case, vividly describing how Sherlock saw through the prisoner's disguise wittily, and how he bravely escaped from the prisoner holding the murder weapon.

"Jasmine, come and see, Watson John wrote about the detailed process of the mysterious suicide case, haven't you always been interested in Sherlock's affairs, do you want to read it?"

Sedna greeted Mora. A laptop was placed in front of her. On the upper right of the screen was Watson's friendly face, accompanied by an eloquent reasoning process. The funniest thing in the middle was his description of Sherlock:

Sherlock can see through everything in an instant, but it is unbelievable that he is extremely ignorant of some areas, for example: he doesn't know that the earth revolves around the sun,,,,,,

"God, does he really not know that the earth revolves around the sun?" Sedna exclaimed in disbelief.

"It's possible." Mo La smiled lightly, "He never pays attention to things other than solving the case."

"Then what about falling in love?" A female colleague on the side interjected, "Isn't it even that you're not interested in?"

Of course, who called him Sherlock Holmes?

Mora raised her eyebrows and continued to look down.

The end of the blog: The case was solved, but my roommate did not show too much excitement, but became more and more bored. He is looking forward to the next novel case, although it is not appropriate to say so.

boring?

So smart, full of talent and nowhere to display it, if you can't prove it, what's the point of resourcefulness?

Mo La couldn't help being a little worried. She had traveled too many places and met many people. Whether it was Gu Xichao, who was astoundingly talented, or Gu Xichao, who was innocuous, she was defeated by her self-proclaimed intelligence.

This is also a common problem of most geniuses. While rapidly improving their strength, there is such a big flaw in their mentality. Without countless life-and-death battles, they cannot hone their mentality to the point where it is directly proportional to their strength. , the most critical time, the mind will go wrong, leading to failure or death.

However, Sherlock Holmes will not be defeated, she just needs to keep this in mind.

Knocking on the door knocker of 221B Baker Street, Mora seemed to see Sherlock's stern face again.

It was Mrs. Hudson who opened the door. When she saw Maura, she showed a warm smile, "Oh, dear, you are finally here." She was pulled into the room while speaking.

"This is for you." Mo La handed the basket to Mrs. Hudson, and lifted the white cloth. The freshly made marinated tofu was still steaming.

"Oh, what a good boy." Mrs. Hudson opened her mouth in surprise, looking at the tofu as if she had found gold, "I just said it casually last time, but you still remember it, I am so touched It's gone." She picked up the basket and walked towards the kitchen on the first floor, and paused when she passed the stairs, "Sherlock is up there, go up by yourself, I have to deal with these things, by the way, remind me In a word, recently he is very irritable, always walking up and down the stairs, not saying a word for a week, which is really worrying." Then he blinked at Jasmine, with a kind of ambiguous smile.

There are quite a few people who know Jasmine's feelings for Sherlock, but Sherlock is not among them.

There was no sound upstairs, no sound at all, and if it hadn't been for Mrs. Hudson, Maura would never have known there was anyone upstairs.

She was a little disappointed, just like the disappointment that Jasmine had personally experienced countless times. Of course, she knew that this was normal, and all of this could be explained by this man named Sherlock Holmes.

The stairs stand right in front of Mora. They are not too high or steep. The height of the steps on each floor is in line with ergonomics. The glazed wooden boards are polished brightly.She hesitated for a while, then walked up slowly.

With the light, the field of vision slowly unfolded in front of Mora.

A typical European-style room, with thick carpets, dark brown walls covered with various photos, a dying fire in the exquisitely carved fireplace, messy books and messy papers scattered everywhere, a The man was lying on the rocking chair, a book covered his face, only his slender body wrapped in a delicate suit was exposed, his hands were resting on the armrests on both sides of the rocking chair, white astigmatism poured into the cabin from the French windows behind him, The beige screens hang quietly on both sides.

Sherlock's breathing sound was very even. He should have fallen asleep. Mora stepped lightly, carefully placed the coat and bag on the sofa beside him, and then added charcoal fire to the fireplace. Light and shadow quickly enveloped the entire hut.Then she picked up the scattered books one by one. There are many types of books and a wide range of books, but each of them is more or less related to the needs of handling the case, and there is no explanation at all why the earth needs to change. "Nonsense" like orbiting around the sun.

"Oops! It's too bad!"

The person on the chair suddenly yelled, then jumped up, landed steadily, and ravaged his hair with both hands, "Why is it so boring? Have all criminals changed their minds? They are really a group of unambitious guys. Is it going to die down soon?"

Mora was startled, and the globe in her hand almost fell to the ground. She turned her head and saw Sherlock's unchanging face was full of anxiety, pacing in the middle of the room while constantly chanting , From time to time, he rubbed his hands on his head randomly, and the originally stylish curly hair was ravaged into disrepair.

"Jasmine?" Sherlock stopped suddenly, and finally noticed that there was another person in the room. He couldn't help but glance towards the door, and asked suspiciously, "When did you come in? Why didn't I know?"

"You fell asleep."

Mora poured him a cup of hot water, Sherlock drank it down after taking it, stared at the cup and said, "How could I fall asleep? It really is too boring, no, I need to find something to do."

Can't he stop for a while?Is it really that painful without a case?Such Sherlock made Mora very puzzled.She remembered a very cold joke and accidentally laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Sherlock asked.

"There used to be a swordsman, he liked to practice swords, he practiced while eating, and practiced while sleeping, and guess what happened in the end?"

"What's the matter?"

"He's exhausted himself." Maura stared at Sherlock. "You're walking too fast. Be careful that your ego will trip you up."

Sherlock stared at Mora for a long time, put his chin on his right hand, and pondered for a moment.

"It makes sense, but when did you become so rational? It's completely illogical. How can someone like you, who only reads romance novels and dog-blood romance dramas, say such things? Or did you eat something to feed your brain? The specific medicine boosted your IQ?"

Really,,,,,,

Mo La resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and said softly, "I've stopped reading romance novels a long time ago, you're right, those are rubbish."

Sherlock walked into the room before Mora finished speaking. Mora stared at the back, and slapped himself on the forehead with a look of annoyance.

"Mrs. Hudson, do you have pepper?"

"Pepper pepper?" Mrs. Hudson looked at Mo La with a puzzled expression.

Oh, she forgot, this is England, how can there be a must-have in a Chinese kitchen.

Maura went to the door and took off her apron, then went upstairs to get her bag.

Sherlock was typing on the keyboard, and when he heard Maura's footsteps, he didn't even lift his eyelids.

The light emitted by the silver light screen was printed on his face, and every line was extremely clearly presented in Mora's line of sight. The dark eyes were coated with a layer of fluorescence, like a jaguar staring at its prey, earnestly It's a little serious.

"Are you still leaving?" Sherlock looked up at Mora.

"Can you eat peppercorns?"

With one free hand, Sherlock took out a card from his pocket and threw it at Mo La, "Red, the third last basket, ten grams."

Mo La caught the card in the air with his hand, and then went downstairs softly.

Have you ever seen someone get into an altercation with an ATM?

It must be a very stupid thing for a man to quarrel with a machine.

And Watson, who was standing in front of Mora at the moment, was doing such a foolish thing, and shouted very vigorously, "Can't you keep your voice down?"

There is still a long queue behind him, he is holding an unrecognizable memory card, and there is a machine in front of him that keeps yelling for cash. If he has a hammer in his hand now, he will definitely smash this machine The broken machine was smashed to pieces.

Watson spread his hands and compromised, "Okay, I don't want the head office."

As soon as he turned around, he was grabbed by a hand, and a brand new bank card was handed to him, "Hey, buddy, you dropped this one just now, someone asked me to return it to you."

Watson looked suspiciously at the stranger in front of him, and then followed his gaze to the crowd in line. At the end of the crowd, Mora in a light blue coat was smiling at him.

Chapter [-] The Blind Banker