[Comprehensive Yingmei] I became the white moonlight of the superheroes

Mrs. Hudson slapped Sherlock a few times, then rested her head on Daisy's shoulder apologetically, and hugged her.

Daisy who was suddenly consoled by a wave: (〃▽〃)

She followed Sherlock into the room, and the first thing she saw was a living room that was not spacious and overly messy. Books piled up on two bookshelves were placed in a mess, and papers with densely written words were scattered all over the floor. There was a faint chemical smell.

Daisy followed the smell, only to find that the kitchen has been transformed into a private laboratory by Mr. Detective. The blue and green potions are muttering and bubbling, mixed with the aroma of coffee. To be honest, the smell is not unpleasant. .If you read correctly, this is Sherlock's little drug-making paradise.

Her eyes quickly left the dreamy experimental table, because she found that from the moment she entered the door, the sharp and keen eyes that seemed to see through everything had been stopping on her body, from the hair to the bare ankles, He seemed to be ripping off her clothes with his eyes, stripping her naked. The feeling of a light on her back made Daisy's whole body stiff.

Mrs. Hudson came over with the coffee: "Honey, try the coffee."

The petite figure blocked the cold gaze, and she was relieved to feel the warmth from the bottom of the cup in her palm.

……

In order to clarify the relationship with the Holmes brothers who have been constantly arguing and messing up, the time has to go back to a few days ago on this basis.

This is Daisy's fourth attack target.

System: [Given the excellent performance of the host in the first three worlds, this time you have the right to choose the target of the attack. 】

She saw photos of Mycroft and Sherlock appear on the visual panel at the same time, including some basic information.

——Sherlock Holmes, a talented and well-known detective, is outstanding not only in his extraordinary IQ and reasoning ability, but also in his emaciated figure, resolute, handsome, alert and decisive appearance.

——Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock's older brother, has better observation, memory and reasoning abilities than his younger brother, rich, powerful, and powerful, and irresistible charisma, just pick out a condition It can make countless women dream of it.

Perfect Lover Mycroft!Daisy said without hesitation, "I choose Sherlock!"

System: [………] This can be reversed.

[The task has been received successfully, your target is: Mycroft Holmes. 】

Daisy:? ? ?

She resisted the urge to give the system the middle finger.

— On purpose, absolutely on purpose.

So here comes the question, how can she flirt with an Iceman who is ruthless enough to delete the "emotional center"?

The system notified her again: 【Need to remind you of your character at this time?You are the target of Moriarty, you have stolen his most valuable collection, and he is going to spare no effort to torture you in the most cruel way.Don’t be chased by the prince of crime~]

Daisy shut herself up and lay down on the spot.

When she lay down, she didn't forget to ask the system to draw two knives on her body, sending her to the only way for McCauf.

Gan, the puddles are really cold in rainy days, and the wounds are really painful.

Her only consolation was the money she got from Moriarty.

In fact, McCoff cautiously suspected whether the girl he picked up was part of Moriarty's conspiracy from the very beginning.

Everything seemed too coincidental, after all, he didn't choose the usual way to drive home that day, but wanted to go to Baker Street on a whim.

It seems that Sherlock's theory of "calculating probability to predict the future" cannot be explained.

After a short period of doubt, Mycroft soon had a new idea.

——A mysterious girl who made Moriarty grit his teeth with hatred, is there a more suitable bait than this?

Then, he needed a place that didn't seem so safe, but in fact could absolutely guarantee the girl's life.

Of course, a few weeks later, McCoff thought of his decision and wanted to shake his head hard and pour out the water at that time.

In this way, Daisy became Sherlock's new roommate.

But this didn't stop Sherlock's dream, but intensified it.

When he woke up from the dream again, his nightgown was soaked with sweat.

Sherlock didn't sleep at all, he walked out of the bedroom expressionlessly, sank into the sofa in the living room, stared up at the ceiling, and didn't know what he was thinking.

As a result, he didn't lie down for a long time when he heard the sound of the door lock opening.

The door of the next room opened a small crack, and a woman in a suspender nightgown came out barefoot.

Sherlock turned his gaze, and the first thing he saw was a pair of slender ankles. The small and well-proportioned feet were delicate and white.

He remembered the observations he had made during the day about new roommates.

She was badly wounded, and the wound had clearly not healed.

The whole person was wrapped in an ankle-length coat, and he did not take it off when he entered the room. A red ribbon was tied around his neck, obviously to cover up the marks of the injury.

There are also thick but deliberately matched clothes, exquisite makeup, and even the red hair has been carefully permed. Every outfit of her says: "He is a meticulous man. I will die in a second, and I will die in front of him with dignity and grace."

Who is she pleasing?

Obviously not him Sherlock Holmes.

He observed that when he mentioned Mycroft a few times, those green onyx eyes would involuntarily glow like crystal clear gems.

—Oh, she likes Mycroft.

This discovery made Sherlock's mood tremblingly complicated, and he even caught a glimpse of a book called "Sister-in-law Literature" hidden in the bookcase from the corner of his vision.

Fortunately, it was an illusion, and he deleted the phrase in the next second.

What is the plot now?

Every night, the goddess fell into a dream, and he finally saw the goddess herself in reality. As a result, the other party fell in love with McCoff enthusiastically. Seeing this posture, she might become his sister-in-law?

This prank went too far.

Thinking of this, Sherlock kept his eyes fixed on Daisy's lap, and his eyes moved up at the same time.

There is no decoration at all, the smooth skin is wrapped in bandages, and there are still a few scabs that have just formed on the legs.

Finally, there is no trace of deliberately pleasing, which is much more pleasing to the eye.he thinks.

Daisy obviously didn't expect Sherlock to be lying on the sofa in the middle of the night and staring at her.

She is in too much pain, but the self-healing ability does not have the pain-relieving function, it can only make the wound heal completely, she is afraid that using self-healing will make the big detective find out, so she can only endure the severe pain and go to the living room to find out if there is any painkiller eat.

As a result, the guy on the sofa almost scared the wound open.

Daisy patted her chest in shock, and was about to ask Sherlock for some medicine, when the other party suddenly turned serious and strode towards her.

The thin straps are slid to the shoulders, revealing the deep gully line.

Daisy screamed in surprise: "Mr. Holmes! What are you... what are you doing?!"

"an examination."

There was no lust in his eyes, but what he said made people think about it.

Daisy was stunned: Huh? ? ?

……

"Ladies and gentlemen, the plane has landed at Manhattan Airport. The temperature outside..."

The radio sounded on the plane, and Sherlock's memories came to an abrupt end.

Daisy didn't expect that just after she sent McCoff off, another "ex-boyfriend" would come to New York in person.

He was menacing, exuding a calm and withdrawn aura all over his body, but when he looked at her, his gaze ignited into a prairie fire, and every inch of his skin he touched was filled with scalding heat.

Help, the feeling of being stripped clean by the eyes is coming again, especially when she still thinks of those lingering scenes in the dream... Daisy pretended to pick up the coffee cup, took a sip, and pretended that her burning eyes His gray eyes did not fall on her.

But how could this deliberate action, which could no longer be deliberate, escape the eyes of the big detective?

Sherlock looked at her silently for a moment.

He smiled.

It is the smile of the prey caught in the net.

He's even thinking about tweeting to celebrate.