[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

Sherlock didn't give Leonstdale a positive answer. The celebrity didn't get the information he wanted, so he could only leave in frustration, looking a little bleak from his back.

"Aren't they distant relatives?" Shelley wondered, "It seems that the relationship is very good?"

"I'm afraid it's not family affection." Sherlock said, picked up his coat and followed.

After several hours, John and Shelley sat on the sofa and fell asleep, and Sherlock came back with a tired face. Judging from his expression, it was clear that there was no progress in this trip.

They didn't say anything, and went back to their rooms to wash and sleep. Anyway, Sherlock would not explain to them when the case was not settled.To Shelley's surprise, Sherlock followed Shelley to the door of her bedroom and kissed her goodnight.

Seeing Shelley's surprised expression, Sherlock said angrily, "Do you think I'll forget that I'm your boyfriend?"

Shelley didn't dare to speak, because she forgot, okay?But she shouldn't be thinking about things in front of Sherlock. Sherlock keenly saw what she hadn't said, so he stretched out his hand and pressed her against the wall to give her a deep kiss. You just have to work on your memory."

Shelley blushed and gave him a blank look, pushed him out of the bedroom and closed the door.

If nothing happened, they should have a good night's sleep, but no if.

While the dream was in full swing, they suddenly heard a scream full of fear, it was Shelley's voice, and Sherlock quickly jumped out of bed and rushed out the door.

He tapped the door twice, Shelley's door was locked, her voice continued, it was no longer screaming, but a long series of conversations full of fear, and then the sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground, It was as if she was wrestling with someone. Sherlock and John, who was also awakened and ran out to check the situation, looked at each other, and the two of them slammed into the door together.

One click, two clicks, three clicks.The door was unexpectedly strong, but fortunately it fell heavily to the ground under their efforts.

There was no one else in the room but Shelley, who sat stiffly on the floor, pale, stiff, and dead with terror, just like the dead brendatregenis they had seen during the day.

Sherlock ran into the room, but within a few steps, he suddenly changed direction, paused in his steps towards Shelley, and turned towards the window.He pulled open the curtains vigorously, pushed open all the windows, and shouted, "John, get Shelley out, quick!"

John didn't dare to hesitate, he bent down, picked up Shelley and ran out, ignoring the vague scent coming from his nose.

When Shelley woke up, she was lying on Sherlock's bed. Sherlock and John were sitting on the sofa by the window and whispering something. Hearing the movement, he turned his head and saw that she had woken up. Sherlock strode over and leaned over to look at her, saying: "shelley, are you okay?"

Shelley forced a smile: "Great, I feel like I've come back from hell, what's wrong with me?"

"What do you remember?"

Shelley thought about it, flinched involuntarily, and Sherlock held her hand tightly: "I don't know if I was dreaming. I lay down and slept, and soon there was a thick black smoke in front of me. Although I couldn't see it, I Know that in the black smoke that swoops over, all the most terrifying, all weird and incredible evil things in the universe lurk. Indistinct ghosts wander in the thick black smoke clouds, and each ghost is a threat, heralding something. Something is about to appear. A figure who does not know who came to the door, almost to burst my heart. I was terrified, got up and fought with him, but he is invincible, I know, our strength The difference is too big..."

Sherlock took her into his arms and patted her soothingly, the magnetic bass whispered in her ear: "Okay, okay, it's okay, Shelley, you're safe, that's just an illusion, Shelley, it's just an illusion, you're safe ..."

Shelley buried her head in her boyfriend's arms, his fear was slowly soothed by him, rhythmic pats calmed her heart down, and finally, she fell asleep, holding Sherlock's nightgown tightly.

Sherlock and John both breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that there was nothing serious about it, she was just terrified.

John made an ambiguous smile at Sherlock, and before Sherlock could react, he walked out of the bedroom gently and closed the door behind him. Sherlock froze for a moment, looked down at the sleeping shelley and the nightgown tightly held by her, hesitated for a second, then gently got on the bed, hugged her to lie down, pulled the quilt up, and closed eyes.

This time I really slept until dawn. When Shelley woke up, she saw Sherlock lying beside her, playing with her mobile phone in her hand. When she moved a little, Sherlock looked over and smiled: "Sherlock, what do you think?" How about it?"

"It feels great." She sat up as she said, "I'm so hungry, what do you want for breakfast?"

"Dumplings." Sherlock put away his phone and sat up.

Shelley gave him a white look: "The dumplings have to be made fresh, where can they come in time, just eat beans and blood sausage, fry a few more eggs, and toast two slices of bread."

"It's okay." Sherlock didn't like to eat except when he was handling cases, but he was actually quite easy to raise, and he wasn't picky at all.

Shelley was about to get out of bed to wash, but the bed was placed against the wall, and she had to step over Sherlock's body to get out of bed.She slept warmly under the quilt, and when she first woke up, her body was always weak. For some reason, she tripped over the quilt and fell headfirst.

Before she could cry out in surprise, an arm appeared on her chest, holding her firmly.

Shelley exhaled heavily: "I'm scared to death. If this falls, I'll lose all my teeth and my nose will definitely be crooked."

Sherlock didn't speak, just looked at her silently. Shelley was uncomfortable being looked at by him, and when he wanted to turn his head to avoid it, he realized that the postures of the two were ambiguous and awkward: Sherlock was half lying down, while she was lying on top of him, half of her body overlapped with him, and she could almost feel it. To the heat exhaled by the other party.

The arm around her slowly tightened, Shelley held his breath subconsciously, watching him slowly leaning forward...

"Sherlock, pastor Langdehei is here, and something happened again." John knocked on the door twice, but he didn't come in.

"We are haunted by the devil, Mr. Holmes, our parish is haunted by the devil." Pastor Langdehei's face was pale, and his eyes were widened with fear.

Standing behind him was Police Officer Wayne: "Mr. Holmes, something happened again. Mr. Mortimertregenis died. The symptoms are exactly the same as those three people."

"The scene isn't damaged, right? Wait for 2 minutes, I'll take a shower with you and take a look."

While they were talking, Shelley washed and changed his clothes. Seeing that he was about to go out, he hurried into the kitchen to toast some slices of bread, cut some slices of ham and made a simple sandwich for breakfast for the three of them.

The mortimertregenis occupied two rooms of the vicarage, one above and the other, both in one corner.Below is a large living room and above is a bedroom.From these two rooms a croquet lawn stretched out to the windows.

Officer Wayne made sure that the room hadn't been touched. The atmosphere in the room was scary and gloomy, very stuffy.The policeman who entered the house first opened the window, otherwise it would be even more unbearable, and I don't know if it was because of the burning of the fireplace last night.The dead man was at the table, leaning back in the chair, his thin beard bristling, his glasses pushed to his forehead, his dark and thin face facing the window.Horror had twisted his face out of shape, as had his dead sister.

His limbs twitched, his fingers clenched, as if he had died in a fit of extreme terror, and his clothes were intact but disheveled, showing that he had dressed in haste.The vicar explained that he had gone to bed and that Mr Tregenis' misfortune had occurred in the early hours of the morning.

Sherlock finished the sandwich in two or three bites, his eyes sparkling, his limbs trembling from overexcitement.He walked out on the grass for a while, sneaked into the house through the window for a while, looked around the room for a while, and returned to the bedroom upstairs...

He took a quick look around the bedroom, then pushed open the window.He seemed to have discovered something, and leaned out of the window, shouting loudly.Then he rushed downstairs, slipped through the open window, lay down with his face on the grass, got up again, and went in again.

Shelley was dazzled by the sight, so he simply turned his eyes away to John, who was standing motionless beside him after the autopsy, and asked, "Aren't you going to help?"

John spread his hands: "Sherlock actually already has some clues. I can't help him except for the autopsy."

Sherlock looked at the fireplace with a magnifying glass for a long time, picked up something carefully with a knife and put it into an evidence bag that he carried with him.He beckoned Police Officer Wayne and Pastor Langdehei over and said, "I have something to do and I can't stay here. If you are looking for evidence, just pay attention to the windows and the fireplace. That's the key. Now I have to go, and I will give you if necessary." I'll text."

Pastor Langdehei opened his mouth, but in the end he could only watch the three of them leave the house and gradually walk away.

Shelley asked curiously: "Sherlock, have you found the murderer? How did they die? Is my accident last night related to this?"

Sherlock suddenly stretched out his arms and pulled her into his arms, staring ahead and continued to stride forward: "It doesn't really matter if it's related, the murder weapon is the same kind, but the motive is different."

Shelley looked at him incomprehensibly, and John asked: "Shelley has just been here for a few days, what does it have to do with the Tregenis' family, why is Shelley involved when their family is dead?"

Sherlock was silent for a moment, and spit out a word: "moriarty!"