[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

As soon as she got home, Sherlock started to rummage through boxes and cabinets. Shelley looked helplessly at the strange clothes thrown on the ground, and asked, "Sherlock, what are you looking for? Can I help?"

"My armor," Sherlock replied, "I'm going to battle, and I need to change into better armor."

"Are you nervous about meeting today?" Shelley was a little curious and a little sour. Sherlock stopped in surprise and looked at her. Shelley was a little embarrassed by his look, and couldn't help but feel a little guilty, "Isn't it? Seeing that you have changed more clothes than those girls who are going to meet their sweethearts."

"No, I'm not nervous, I'm just a dominatrix, what's there to be nervous about." He finally put on his black suit again, "I just respect my opponent. By the way, Shelley, you better not go today , if someone sees you entering that kind of place, my mommy and aunt Meng will kill me."

"If I don't go, I won't go." Shelley went downstairs with a flat mouth. She still has a coffee shop to take care of. How can she go with them to meet a woman with a special profession?

Although he said he didn't care, Shelley couldn't help looking outside frequently throughout the afternoon.But it wasn't until after dark that she saw John get out of the taxi, then dragged Sherlock out again, half-supporting and half-embracing him to the gate of 221b.

Only then did Shelley realize that Sherlock was in a coma, and quickly ran out to help him up: "John, what's wrong with Sherlock? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Only then did John free his hand to touch the key: "It's nothing, don't worry, he's just drugged, he'll be fine in a few hours."

Shelley breathed a sigh of relief, and helped John carry Sherlock upstairs and throw him on his own bed.Only then did she see the scar on Sherlock's left face, she quickly bent down to take a closer look, but luckily the injury was not serious: "What's wrong with him?"

John glanced at it nonchalantly: "Probably he was whipped by the ireneadler with a horse. It's okay. It will be fine in a few days without medicine."

Shelley gritted her back molars with a sullen face, she really wanted to meet this ireneadler, drugged and whipped people, who did she think she was?

In order to take care of Sherlock conveniently, Shelley simply went back and got some vegetables and used the kitchen here to prepare dinner. John virtuously helped her wash and chop the vegetables. When he cut halfway, Shelley suddenly waved to him to be quiet. She raised the knife and tiptoed outside Sherlock's bedroom. A woman's voice came from inside: "... ...it's all right, I'm just here to return your coat."

coat? Sherlock was indeed only wearing a suit when he came back.Angry from her heart, she kicked open the door directly, and a woman with heavy make-up was standing in front of Sherlock's bed, and turned her head in astonishment when she heard the movement.

"Are you the ireneadler?"

"That's right, you are Miss Shelleyhope, Mr. Sherloes' childhood sweetheart, right?" Ireneadler put away his startled expression, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his eyes shone charmingly, "You really are a beauty."

Shelley was extremely uncomfortable being looked at by her, and felt as if his clothes had been ripped off by the other party with his eyes. He couldn't help becoming annoyed: "What are you doing here?"

"Irene..." A murmur came from the bed, and Sherlock tried his best to lift his head off the pillow, shaking his head to see the figures in the room clearly.

"Mr. Holmes left his coat with me. I came here to give it back to him. Don't worry, I won't snatch your little boyfriend. I'll give him back to you at best. "Ireneadler took two steps back, then fell backwards, Shelley was startled, and rushed to the window, only to see that she was already standing safely on the ground, raised her head and blew a kiss to her, got into a car in the car.

"damn it!"

A loud "bang" dispelled Shelley's anger, she looked back, Sherlock fell to the end of the bed for some reason, but he still refused to give up, got up weakly, and walked around the room: "Where is she? where is she?"

John glanced at Shelley with an ugly face: "She's gone."

Sherlock couldn't support his body anymore, fell to the ground with a "crack", and then began to crawl on the ground. John came over and dragged him to the bed speechlessly: "Okay, go to sleep, you'll be fine tomorrow morning."

Sherlock lay on the bed, slowly closed his eyes, still saying: "I'm fine, I'm fine..."

Shelley stood aside and watched with a livid face, not wanting to say anything.He's been talking nonsense since he got back, except for some broken words that no one can understand, which is the name of ireneadler.

At this time, Ireneadler suddenly heard a jjj in the coat that was returned, and she walked over to feel in its pocket. It was Sherlock's mobile phone, and there was an unread text message: "See you next time, Mr. Holmes."

It's her again! Shelley wanted to delete the text message angrily, but stopped after thinking about it, but changed the ringtone of the text message, j□j is too lewd, what should a lady hear?

After doing this, Shelley put the phone back into his coat pocket contentedly, glanced at Sherlock, saw that he was sleeping soundly, and quietly closed the door and went out.Didn't see Sherlock raised his head from the pillow and glanced at the door before lying back and closing his eyes.

Early the next morning, while they were still having breakfast, Mycroft came over to take photos. When he learned that Sherlock had lost the first battle, his face was very tangled, like he wanted to laugh, but also seemed helpless.

Sherlock seemed to have a very good impression of Ireneadler, and told Mycroft directly: "She doesn't want anything. The photos are very safe in her hands. She just wants to protect herself. She just wants...to be protected, I don't know why."

Shelley didn't intervene, but she felt that the woman was very ambitious at first glance, and what she wanted was not only self-protection, but she didn't know what she was plotting.But Sherlock, a man who had never had intimate contact with any woman, seemed to be fascinated by Irene Adler this time, and kept saying good things for her.

Sherlock was rude to his brother as usual, John made up the knife, and Shelley, who was supposed to smooth things over, was in a daze.Suddenly there was a loud fart sound, Mycroft and John exchanged glances, and finally looked at Sherlock together.

"what is that?"

"It's a text message." Sherlock put down the newspaper calmly, stood up and walked to his coat and took out his phone, "Do you know that there are other people watching her? Mycroft, you knew about this before you sent me and John ?"

"Looks like a professional killer from the CIA," Mycroft replied.

This time John also lost his voice: "They are really not bad."

Sherlock sang and drank with him: "Yes, thank you so much, Mycroft."

Mrs. Hudson brought coffee for them, and babbled to avenge her two tenants: "It's shameless to send your brother to such a trap. After all, you only have family to rely on, Mr. Mycroftholmes."

Mycroft seemed to be in a very bad mood, and shouted rudely: "Shut up, Mrs. Hudson."

Everyone was taken aback, and Shelley was also awakened from contemplation. Although Sherlock never said anything, he always treated Mrs. Hudson as an elder. He warned displeasedly: "Mycroft!"

Mycroft was a little at a loss for his own emotions and everyone's reactions, and after struggling for a while, he forced a smile and said to Mrs. Hudson, "Sorry."

Mrs Hudson accepted his apology very graciously.

At this moment, Sherlock seemed a little sad for his brother again, and said, "But you really should shut up."

The sound of farting appeared again, and Mrs. Hudson couldn't help but said, "It seems a bit uncomfortable for this sound to appear at the dinner table?"

Sherlock ignored her, took a look at the phone, and said to Mycroft: "You can't do anything, and she can't do anything, at least I think so."

Shelley couldn't help but said: "I don't think so. Although I didn't go to that ireneadler's house with you yesterday, I was lucky enough to meet her in your bedroom. This is a very ambitious lady. Since she can get out of it by sex With such a big name and so many dignitaries in his hands, how could he be willing to take those photos and do nothing but protect himself?"

Neither of the brothers had time to comment on her words. Mycroft's phone rang, and he stepped aside to answer the phone. John asked curiously, "What's the sound on your phone?"

Sherlock was a little confused: "SMS ringtone, if it rings, it means I have a text message."

"Your phone generally doesn't fart."

Shelley said coolly at the side: "That means he has a text message from ireneadler, exclusive to Ms. ireneadler."

Sherlock almost buried his face in the newspaper: "Someone took my phone, obviously as a joke, and personalized the text message ringtone."

Shelley didn't know for a moment whether he was talking about himself or Irene Adler, and changed the subject with a guilty laugh: "You mean the CIA killer? Did you meet the Americans yesterday?"

"Yes, three Americans." John replied, but he was still struggling: "I was wondering who would get your mobile phone. Your mobile phone should be in your coat, right?"

Sherlock erected the newspaper to completely cover himself, like a primary school student who tried to cover his face with the textbook when he was doing small tricks in class for fear that the teacher would find out: "I won't disturb your reasoning anymore."

John took another piece of bread from the bread basket in a funny way, and said with a smile, "You know, I'm not stupid."

Shelley didn't feel like it at all, she suddenly had an urge to rush over and snatch the newspaper away.She stood up abruptly, threw the chair down on the ground with a "bang", but ignored it, and hurriedly picked up her coat and ran out: "I have an appointment today, so I'm leaving first."

When she changed clothes from 222b and went downstairs to take the flowers in Tom's hand, she heard the melodious sound of the violin coming from the second floor of 221b, which was a passage from her favorite "Introduction and Fantasy Rondo".

Shelley paused, smiled at Tom, bent down and sat in the passenger cab. Tom helped her close the car door and got on the car from the front to the other side. He smiled and said, "Let's go to the exhibition first, how about going to an Italian restaurant at noon? I know there is an Italian restaurant that is very authentic, and their desserts are outstanding."

"You can arrange it." Shelley was a little absent-minded, she was still thinking about the song that she hadn't finished listening to, "Have you been abroad these days? It seems that your studio is developing very well."

Tom laughed and said, "This is thanks to Mr. Holmes. If it wasn't for his recommendation, I wouldn't have been able to receive an order from Sweden."

Shelley became curious: "You have a good relationship with Mycroft?" He really didn't seem like someone who would take care of such things, he was always busy with state affairs.

"No, Mr. Sherloes."

"Huh?" Shelley was even more confused, compared to Mycroft, Sherlock was not the kind of person who would do such a thing.