[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

Apparently, Sherlock didn't have any clues yet, it was getting late and it was getting dark, he signaled to the police to move the body away, and said: "This case is very interesting, I have to think about some things , Officer Wayne, if there is any news, I will inform you and the pastor."

I thought that after going back, Sherlock would either look up the information like before, or sit on the sofa and think about the case without saying a word. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, Sherlock sent the military doctor to the kitchen to cook, and he took Shelley upstairs. , Go straight into the master bedroom and close the door.

Shelley didn't want to ask him how he knew she slept in this bedroom anymore. What she wanted to say was: "All the vegetables I bought are more suitable for Chinese food. John can only cook some simple Western food, right?"

"Don't worry about that, just go out and eat." Sherlock said, "Now what I want to ask you is, why did you run?"

Seeing his posture, Shelley didn't allow himself to change the subject. His eyes wandered over the wall, but he just didn't look at him, and said, "I just want to find a quiet place for a vacation."

"Not to escape from me?" Sherlock approached her, and Shelley couldn't help but take a step back, almost hitting the wall.

"Of course not. We've known each other for so long. There's nothing to escape."

Sherlock propped his left arm against the wall, and gently supported her head with his right hand to make her face herself: "Because you fell in love with me, but doubted that I could not love you."

Shelley, who was getting more and more uncomfortable, was about to knock off his hand, but his words made him even more flustered: "How can I fall in love with you, and aren't you married to Job?"

Sherlock's face froze for a moment, regretting for the first time that he would find such an excuse to avoid trouble.But he can also just explain: "That's just to deal with other people. You know, some people always like to care about other people's emotional problems... It just so happens that this answer can also be changed. When people ask me in the future, I also have a girlfriend." .”

"Hello..." She hasn't agreed yet, okay?

But Shelley's protest was gagged, with his mouth.

Shelley's eyes widened in an instant, did he think it was a Taiwanese dialect?Even though she thought so, even though Sherlock's kissing technique was very rusty, Shelley's mind went blank after being kissed very quickly, she couldn't see or hear, and could only feel the warmth of gently biting and sucking on her lips.

She opened her mouth unconsciously and wanted to take a big breath, but it led the wolf into the room. A flexible and slippery tongue immediately took advantage of it, and Shelley never knew that her mouth was so sensitive. Every lick made her heart beat faster. When she touched her palate, she felt goosebumps all over her body, and she clenched her fingers involuntarily, not knowing whether she wanted to dodge or want more.

When they finally parted, they were both panting and their lips were red and shiny.Shelley didn't hit Sherlock this time, if she really wanted to refuse, Sherlock certainly couldn't force her.After all, it was just her own struggle.

"Are you serious?" she asked.

"Of course, do you think I'm someone who can treat feelings as a game?" Sherlock was a little annoyed. He didn't like feelings, but he didn't play with them.

"You're just an experiment," Shelley replied.

Sherlock choked.

He closed his eyes, held back his irritability, and asked, "How on earth do you have to believe that I really want you to be my girlfriend?"

Shelley smiled and tiptoed to kiss him on the lips, which has attracted her for a long time: "Actually, I wanted to tell you when you came today, and I agreed."

When she is in danger, her first reaction is to think of him, and she can feel at ease with him by her side. Now that she has fallen into it, let's date and see.

"Great!" Sherlock picked her up and turned around half a circle, then leaned over and kissed her on the lips, opened the door and ran downstairs and shouted, "John, make more delicious food, We have to celebrate tonight."

John put the macaroni on the plate, and asked curiously: "What are you celebrating? I checked the refrigerator, and I can only make macaroni and vegetable and fruit salad. If you want a big meal, you have to let Shelley do it."

"Of course it's to celebrate that Shelley and I officially started dating today." Sherlock opened his arms, stepped on the rhythm with a few steps, turned into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door, "You can cook a creamy mushroom soup, fry a steak, and make a vegetable salad , with bread is almost enough. Oh, Shelley also made a small cake, and there is also dessert after dinner, which is very good.”

John raised his eyebrows in surprise, he had no idea that Sherlock knew how to prepare food. Sherlock turned a blind eye to his surprise, took out all the necessary things from the refrigerator, put them on the counter, and began to deal with them one by one.He was flexible and skillful, and John was dumbfounded.

"Sherlock, can you cook?" he couldn't help calling.

"It's not difficult to cook, what's so strange." Sherlock still looked confident.

John rolled his eyes: "Well, you are Mr. Sherloes who can do anything."

As soon as the voice fell, Shellely's cry sounded: "Sherlock, are you cooking? Oh, put it down, put it down, it's better for me and John to come to cook. You should hurry up and think about the case. Hurry up." Go ahead and solve the case as soon as possible, this murderer is terrified."

She snatched the kitchen utensils from Sherlock's hand, and pushed Sherlock out of the kitchen, only then quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're nervous, why?"

"Shh..." Shelley put his fingers upright in front of his lips, while peeking out, seeing that Sherlock was really sitting on the sofa and started to think, then he whispered: "Don't look at Sherlock's cooking posture is good, he cooks The food that comes out is completely inedible, and I don’t know why. The seasonings are all right, but the taste is all kinds of strange. I didn’t improve my cooking skills until I moved out from home a few years ago.”

John glanced at Sherlock, and asked in a low voice, "Does he know?"

"I think I know it, but you also know that he is always full of self-confidence, and every time he feels that he can do well this time, we can only work hard to keep him out of the kitchen."

John laughed, so has he discovered another thing Mr. "All-powerful" is not good at?

"By the way, I haven't congratulated you yet." John said.

Shelley froze for a moment, realized what he was referring to, blushed slightly, and said, "Thank you."

The three of them sat down to have a good meal, and after Shelley cleared the table, he asked, "Sherlock, do you have any clues about the case?"

"There are still some things to be determined." Sherlock curled himself up on the sofa, clasped his hands and rested his chin, "mortimertregenis said that his brother saw someone outside the window, but you look out the window, the room is bright, the outside is dark, and the window is closed, not close It is impossible to see if there is someone outside the window, unless that person also has his face pressed against the window. So is there really someone lying on the window looking in or is this mortimertregenis lying?"

"You mean that Mortimertregenis is suspected?" Shelley asked, "Although their brotherhood doesn't seem to be very good, he should have no reason to kill, and how did he scare people to death and go crazy?"

Just as Sherlock was about to speak, someone knocked on the door suddenly, and Shelley was taken aback. Although she knew that there was no danger, she couldn't help but imagine that something terrible appeared outside the door.

John walked over and opened the door, and there was a man standing outside the door, with a burly figure, a pair of fierce eyes on a stern and wrinkled face, an aquiline nose, gray hair that almost brushed the ceiling, cheeks A blond beard on the side--and a white beard near the smoke-stained lips.

Shelley called subconsciously: "Mr. Leonstdale?"

Leonstdale is an expert in wilderness survival. He has recorded many documentaries on wilderness survival. When BBC TV broadcasts, the ratings are very high. Shelley always turns on the TV and waits to watch his programs. In the UK, he can be said to be a A very well-known celebrity.

He also seemed to know Sherlock, and asked him if there was any progress on the case when he came in.

"I've come and gone here a lot, and know the Tregenis family well--indeed, my mother's from Cornish, and they're my distant relatives from my mother's side. Their misfortune, of course, makes me Shocked. I can tell you that I was going to Africa, and I learned about this before I got on the plane, and I rushed back to help inquire about the situation." He explained.

"Will this delay the filming of your show?" Sherlock said.

"It doesn't matter if it's a day or two late, it's not a live show anyway."

"It's really about friendship."

"I just said that we are relatives."

"Oh, yes, as you said just now, it's a distant relative on your mother's side. Have all your luggage been checked in?"

"Most of them are checked in, but it's okay, my assistant is on the plane, and he will take care of the luggage."

"As far as I know, this case has not been reported. How did you know about it?"

Leonstdale's expression became even more difficult: "It doesn't matter, Mr. Holmes."

"That's for me to judge."

"Well, it was the pastor, Mr. Langdehei, who called me."