[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

What Sherlock was looking for was a "street artist," a boy in his early twenties, and when they found him, he was spraying graffiti with a color on the exterior of an art museum.

The boy threw the paint bottle in his hand to John, took the phone and looked at the information on it: "This should be an uncommon symbol, but I know paint. Well, I can help you to ask..."

"Hey... what are you guys doing?"

Everyone turned their heads together, two police officers ran towards them, the boy turned and ran, Sherlock also reacted quickly, pulled Shelley and ran a block before stopping.

"Oh my God, John didn't catch up, he won't be caught, right?" Shelley didn't realize that John didn't catch up until they stopped and gasped for breath.

"It's okay, he is a soldier, and his reaction is much faster than mine. Let's go, I have to go back and study these symbols."

John came back after two hours, Sherlock asked in surprise: "Why so long?"

"Yeah, you also know the procedures, fingerprints, indictment, and next Tuesday I have to go to the Magistrate's Court." John yelled at him angrily.

Shelley quickly apologized: "John, I'm really sorry, we all thought you ran away. Don't worry about going to court, let Mycroft take care of it." She took out her mobile phone to send a text message.

Sherlock didn't seem to notice John's anger at all, he stood up suddenly: "It's getting late, Shelley, you go and cook, John, I need you to go to Scotland Yard, Lukis' personal belongings should be kept there, go Find something to record his itinerary, a notepad or a diary. I have to visit Vans' assistant, the itineraries of the two deceased should be similar."

He pushed John out of the door involuntarily, and Shelley said loudly, "Come back quickly, I won't warm up the dishes for you when they're cold."

Although sherlock asked her to cook at home, it was still early, and the two of them would definitely not come back after going out for a short time, so Shelley didn't need to cook immediately, so she simply went to the supermarket to collect some of the missing daily necessities Buy it back.Halfway through the purchase, Sherlock suddenly sent a message and asked, "Sheley, do you know Suzhou Code?"

"what is that?"

Sherlock didn't reply to the message, and never came back. Shelley wasn't sure when he should start cooking, so he simply called after five o'clock: "Sherlock, haven't you done it yet?"

"Okay, okay, let's just... wait, when was the last time it rained?"

Then the phone was hung up, Shelley sighed, and decided to make something less cold.Sure enough, Sherlock didn't come back until long after dark, and John was with him.

Sherlock's voice was a little hoarse, and he poured a large glass of water as soon as he entered the room. Shelley reached out and touched his neck: "Your neck hurt? Who did it?"

"Injured? I thought it was a cold." John was surprised.

"He catches a bad cold every time, and then he'll stay on the sofa like a child and won't just be a little hoarse like he is now. It's obvious that he just got into a fight." She glared Looking at Sherlock, "If I hadn't made the next few phone calls, wouldn't you just not come back for dinner?" This guy is like this every time, going on adventures by himself, and avoiding her until he gets better. .

"No wonder you suddenly wanted to drag me to the restaurant for dinner, and Shelley was already cooking." After John called out, Sherlock gave him a glare before he realized it, and quickly covered his mouth.

"I'm fine, really. Is the meal ready? We're starving."

No wonder, who didn't eat at all when handling the case. Shelley complained in her heart, but she brought the dinner as fast as she could.

They hurriedly finished their dinner and left, and Sherlock was going back to study the symbolic information captured with his mobile phone.She was stopped by Shelley when she was going out, and she said seriously: "Sherlock, I let you go today because of your throat injury. If you go on an adventure and don't call me, you will know."

John obviously felt that Sherlock froze for a moment, nodded and walked out the door in three steps.He asked curiously, "Sherlock, what does she mean?"

Sherlock coughed uncomfortably and said, "I can't touch anything spicy, so every time she gets angry, in order to punish me, she puts a lot of peppers in every dish and has to eat them all."

"Oh, um, that's really scary." John said, letting a person who can't eat spicy food at all eat a lot of chili dishes can really achieve the purpose of punishment, "But you don't seem to be an obedient person."

"No way, I can't beat her since I was a child, and we agreed, I will do the things that use the brain, and she will do the things that use the hands."

John asked in surprise: "When did it happen?" I haven't heard it since I was with you all the time.

Sherlock thought for a while: "It happened when I was seven years old. It's been 20 years, and her methods haven't changed. When she didn't know how to cook, she used to press me with peppers and stuff them into my mouth , I learned how to cook after I went to middle school, and I like to put a lot of chili in my dishes."

John opened his mouth wide, he didn't expect that the childhood sweethearts would have such a time, he seemed to see a little shelley pressing the little sherlock on the ground, holding a pepper in his hand and stuffing it into his mouth, the little shelley The sherlock is so hot that it makes me cry.

Sherlock glanced at him: "What are you thinking? I've never cried because of this, I put up with Shelley because she's a girl and my only friend."

The next day, Shelley went to the next door to make breakfast as usual, and she spent the past few days preparing breakfast there, because Sherlock usually doesn't get up too early, let alone for those things that are dispensable to him Deliberately ran to the next door.

To her surprise, Sherlock was already standing in the living room, thinking hard over some pictures pinned to the wall, while John was dozing off at the table.

"Are you guys not sleeping?"

Her voice woke John up, and he wiped his face and greeted her sleepily. Sherlock turned around irritably and shouted, "Don't make any noise, you're affecting my thinking."

Shelley raised his eyebrows helplessly, signaled John to go to sleep, walked into the kitchen and poured two glasses of milk, made two sandwiches, fried a few more eggs, and forced Sherlock to sit down at the dining table: "Eat quickly, eat When it’s over, move on.”

Sherlock struggled and resisted to no avail, so he could only sit down and obediently pick up the milk.In the middle of the meal, he suddenly stood up with a loud cry: "They are passing information to the underground party, these are their codes, and this code can only be unlocked by Soolinyao...john, john..."

"Go after eating, you should let John sleep for a while anyway." Shelley patted him back on the chair, and put another fried egg on his plate.

Tom made an appointment today to deliver the decoration design drawings, and Shelley had to go back to 222b after breakfast, but Sherlock didn't know what was going on today, and ran out to investigate his case without finishing dinner, but followed her to meet The interior designer.

"Didn't you say you want John to sleep for a while?" He looked innocent, and then quickly changed his expression and said that I have no common sense, and you have no common sense, "Besides, if you meet a strange man next time, you should It’s common sense that it’s not safe to meet in a public place like a coffee shop or something alone at home.”

Shelley was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and took a step closer to hold his arm: "Aren't you here? What is the bamboo horse for? Of course it's a bodyguard."

Sherlock didn't refute her words, just raised his hand and tapped her on the head lightly as punishment for her teasing him.Why did you make the agreement that he would use his brains and she would do it?Isn't it because she has a higher force value?

The old tables and chairs in the store are still there. The former owner closed the store for a few days, and the chairs are still clean.Not long after they sat down, Tom arrived: "Sorry, I'm late." He didn't wear a suit today, but a beige down jacket. With a sunny smile on his face, he was as eye-catching as the sun.He held a laptop in one hand and a bouquet of perfumed lilies in the other, "For you, Shelley."

"Thank you." Shelley took the flowers, and ordered Sherlock, who was sitting in a daze, to cut off a section of a beverage bottle on the counter, fill it with water and make a temporary vase.

Sherlock was full of displeasure, and while cutting the beverage bottle with a knife, he glanced at Tom: "You went to the bar after drawing the picture yesterday, met a blonde beauty 419, and hit up a conversation with a brown-haired woman on the subway this morning, I also took a branch from the bouquet for her, and she happily left you a phone number, you were just chatting up habitually, but later changed your mind and left her phone number..."

"Sherlock," Shelley stopped him, looked at Tom's flushed face in embarrassment, and apologized again and again, "I'm sorry, Tom, please don't take his words to heart... Let's hurry up and look at the decoration drawings." Shelly, always likes to say something that offends others, will he die if he doesn't show off?Damn, there is no way to apologize and comfort people!

Tom smiled awkwardly: "It's okay, Mr. Holmes is really good, how did you see that?"

Shelley covered her face in despair, looking for insults by herself, no one else could stop her.But today Sherlock seemed not in high spirits, he just said lightly: "I saw you at the bar last night." He sat back in his original position and began to fiddle with his mobile phone.

"Oh, so that's the case." Tom became more and more embarrassed, turned on the computer and changed the subject, "Sheley, check the decoration design drawing to see if there is anything that needs to be revised, or if you have any new ideas, you can mention them."