Forced to follow the love line by the plot [Zhongyingmei]

Qing He immediately agreed without hesitation, and pretended not to notice the atmosphere that suddenly condensed around the moment this strange man took his first step.

Actually, it's not her business.

Qinghe thought, even if Sherlock would have some negative emotions because of this, it cannot be said that it was all because of her fault.

Because when the accident that reversed her entire life happened, no one asked her wishes.So even if she is showing favor to someone now, it is only because it is one of the only steps that can help her get out of this cycle of reincarnation.

Sure enough, it turned out that what she thought was right.

The new acquaintance in front of him did not disappoint Qinghe.

As we all know, the claw machine is placed here. If no one uses it, challenges the rules, and wins prizes, then this machine has no meaning—the exquisite dolls placed inside are only used to seduce people outside the glass cover.But the capitalists will not simply let you get this prize easily, so... apart from talent, the game of catching dolls requires practice to make perfect.

In other words, everyone needs to deposit several or even many coins to get this thing (possibly).

But for this strange man, this kind of rule is better than nothing for him.His first attempt in front of Qinghe had already done his best.

The slender and slender hand that looks like a work of art gently shakes the joystick, Qinghe feels that this is not a normal that will just be lost in the crowd...

She was a little dumbfounded. Is this the difference between people?

The man gave her an oddly familiar feeling for some reason.

In a certain world that Qinghe traveled through, the noble gentleman who always seemed to have a faint smile on the corner of his mouth once sat and fished with her by an overly calm lake.

That person will patiently tell her what is dry bait, what is wet bait, and the best length of line to put.

Under his careful teaching, Qinghe did catch a few big fish as he wished.

...It's just that it would be better if the bait wasn't human flesh.

And this new person in this world, the reliable and approachable image that Qing He gave Qing He at the beginning gradually faded in these few minutes.

Maybe because Qinghe has always been very sensitive to human qualities, she always feels that after getting along with this strange man for a long time, she will also be involved in danger.

Just when Qinghe was staring at his hand in a daze, a deep voice instantly pulled her back from her thoughts: "Here."

Only then did Qinghe groan, and immediately praised: "You are amazing! You can control the joystick so precisely."

Although the usual way she learned from tea art masters is to praise a person specifically, she deliberately ignores another sentence at the moment-to be a water master, there are two or more people present Sometimes, please find the language to praise.

Didn't Qinghe just give up being a Duanshui master?If she could, she even wanted to kick the bowl of water over.

Therefore, Qinghe didn't think it was a big deal at all, and crazily boasted about each other's rainbow farts, even if this person might also be a potential dangerous element.

Sherlock's originally calm mood finally went down again and again because of her deadly operation.

This may be the real trick to die.

"You are too powerful, how did you do it?" The black-haired girl reiterated her words again, and even raised her tone a few degrees to show her importance.

Originally, this kind of statement was considered to be useless, and it was impossible for this stranger to get a higher score than 60 points. After all, he had actually heard this kind of statement many times—as long as he wanted, he could become Anyone you want him to be.

But with Qing and that deceptive face, he felt that he could raise the score a little bit.

No matter what kind of man they are, their essence is basically the same.It's just a matter of visibility.

So this person didn't mind spending a little more time on Qinghe—he actually responded, and this was the third sentence he said, "With a little more time, I'm sure this beautiful lady can also make this project perfect." good."

The tone of the Qinghe was elongated, "What do you do?"

Showing an interest in another person at the right time in Sherlock's presence might be a good way to increase antipathy.

"I've done some research on mathematics," he said briefly.

He didn't seem to want to continue chatting, so he handed the dark blue doll in front of Qinghe and repeated, "For you."

"Thank you."

When Qinghe was about to reach out to catch the little dark blue alien monster, Sherlock's hand suddenly stretched out from the middle, directly separating them.Naturally, it also blocked the process of her coming into contact with Stitch.

Qinghe:?

You know, the short syllable of thanks has not even completely slipped out of her vocal cords!

"Smart people don't interrupt other people's dates." The word Sherlock used was date, which made Qinghe a little at a loss: she didn't admit that it was a date!

The young stranger's eyes kept moving between Sherlock and Qinghe.

The way he looked at Sherlock was absolutely intriguing, and Qinghe was sure that he was right - he was very interested in Sherlock, and even knew him well.

However, he looked at the girl with a look of inquiry, and then introduced himself.

"My name is James," the man said. "James Moriarty."

Before he had time to say anything to that person, Qinghe and Sherlock walked out of here quickly.

Well, to be most accurate, she was ripped away by Sherlock like a flimsy teddy bear pendant.

Qinghe felt as if he had suddenly found a way to "how to really annoy people" while being confused.Her mood just changed for the better.

For some unknown reason, Kiyoka's state of action, which had slumped like dehydrated vegetables, suddenly changed.

She even shook Sherlock's hand back—don't get me wrong, she just felt that she would leave this world soon, so... she was a little soft-hearted.

It may be because there is a saying that cattle and sheep are in groups, but wolves and tigers walk alone.Even though Qinghe didn't live in this city for a long time, she still felt very clearly and straightforwardly that Sherlock was a very lonely person.

He has few friends.Of course, many people around him also agree that he is eccentric and difficult to get along with.With such a stereotype, in the days when there are no cases to solve, the entertainment activities that can really touch him and take care of passing time... are even rarer.

He never seems to go to any parties.

Thinking about it this way, maybe even in this world, he can barely be regarded as someone who has some weight in his heart.

This is not narcissism - at the very beginning, Qinghe believed that the connection between the so-called "suitor" and himself was very weak, and the world consciousness was just forcing people who fit these two identities out of the vast crowd. Just tied together.But in fact……

Just like the seven people selected by the battle royale game, they all have one thing in common.

Therefore, if he really left this world, the famous detective in front of him would definitely be more or less affected accordingly.

But what kind of influence, Qinghe, she is not too clear.

Compassion came up all at once.

Fortunately, Sherlock's steps paused a little because of her little movement.

Qinghe seized this opportunity and asked, "Why are you walking so fast?"

Sherlock didn't answer her, just glanced at her sideways.

The pupils of his eyes were originally cold in color, such a glance made it clear that he felt a little guilty.

Qinghe looked at him, and immediately, facing her gaze, Sherlock took out a cigarette from his pocket.

Don't underestimate men, anyone who wants to smoke can get cigarettes anyway.

"Can't you stop smoking for a day?" Qinghe has to admit that Sherlock is still so handsome even if he smokes, and she doesn't care about her likes and dislikes of tobacco.But... that doesn't mean she will just watch Sherlock smoke unscrupulously in front of her!

Think about it, how many times is this the first time?

Qinghe thinks it's not right.

She jumped up to grab the lit cigarette in Sherlock's hand, but the other party could dodge it effortlessly by relying on her height advantage.

He even took a big sip without hesitation.

You must know that his calm look now is completely opposite to the embarrassment he was checked by his mother when he was at home.

Does it have to be like this?

Qinghe was depressed, "Don't you know that smoking is harmful to your health?"

"It has been reported that chewing betel nut can cause fibrous tissue hyperplasia in the mucosal layer and submucosa layer, resulting in oral submucosal fibrous degeneration. This is a chronic progressive disease with a tendency to become cancerous. But—" Sherlock nodded slightly , Qinghe followed his gaze to a grocery store across the road.

Good guy, there are still so many betel nuts.

Qinghe realized almost immediately that Sherlock was refuting her words in his own way!

"Others are others, you are you, that's different." Qinghe feels that Sherlock is different from herself in the bottom of her heart, the point is not in IQ and character, but... even if Sherlock is in this world, he is full of talent Enough to be at the forefront of the entire human society, even if he looks like a Superman when he solves the case, he will die.

He is not like Qinghe himself.

Qinghe's forcibly endowed superpowers make her seem to never be able to escape this reincarnation—she will never die.

Sometimes she couldn't help thinking, if the person who fell into this situation was Sherlock, how would he deal with it?

Anyway, speaking of it, she just hoped that Sherlock could take good care of her body, otherwise what would she do if she grew old and became a widowed old man with no one to take care of?

Qinghe once again reached out to snatch the cigarette between Sherlock's two fingers.

It has to be said that Sherlock did attract some attention because of Qinghe's sudden words - after all, he was very contemptuous of the so-called James before.

Isn’t it just a claw machine, what’s so great——

"What do you mean?" Sherlock asked deliberately.

Qinghe didn't understand the little Jiujiu in his heart, and had a very generous attitude, "You are different from others. You are not others."

Of course, there is nothing wrong with Qinghe's words. In this world, Sherlock is indeed different in her eyes.At least he has an identity called "suiter" in her heart, while others obviously don't.

But Sherlock would think of something else.

"You are not someone else."

This sentence is so familiar.

He didn't respond to her words for a moment.

"So..." the black-haired girl softened her tone, "Can you give me the cigarette now?"

Before Sherlock could speak, she continued to add: "Of course, co/ca/caine is also not allowed!"

Sherlock suddenly laughed.

The appearance of the slender girl in front of her with her hips crossed and her head raised angrily begging him to stop smoking is simply...well, how should I put it, she is so cute.

He suddenly felt that he should not go to the university campus to study.Maybe walking around in a doll costume at an amusement park would be a job that would suit her better.

It is both ornamental and will not be "speeched".

Qing He stared intently at the detective's face, seeing his calm and easy-going appearance, finally couldn't help but get angry, "Are you listening to me?"

Unexpectedly, the famous detective nodded seriously.

Originally Qinghe was a little angry at his attitude of not correcting his harmful living habits at all, but after such a sudden adjustment, Qinghe burst out laughing.

God knows how hilarious that scene of Sherlock Holmes doing this slow chicken pecking at rice is.

Qinghe was only going to find an opportunity to take off Sherlock's cigarette in the next second, but when she looked up, she saw some ash from the burnt end of the cigarette held between the other's fingers falling down.

For some reason he didn't dust it off in time.

So a little bit of soot landed on the jaw of Sherlock's hand.

"Are you okay?" Qing He immediately expressed concern, she wanted to see if Sherlock's hands were burned.

What a sensitive person Sherlock is, of course he also noticed this, and asked, "Do you care about me?"

He didn't feel at all that he might be burned by smoke one day, and he even had a little complacency in his tone.

Really...

Qing He's outstretched hand, heard this, quickly retracted at a faster speed.

"Where is it?"

Sherlock lightly brushed off the burnt soot this time, leaned slightly and looked at Qingping, "There is."

Ok, fine.

Thanks to Sherlock's action, Qinghe really saw that his tiger's mouth was safe and sound this time, and he was not burned by the so-called sparks.

It's because she is inexperienced - the flames produced by lighting a cigarette, those dots will only disappear in the wind, and under normal circumstances, people's fingers will not be burned, let alone soot.

"Whatever you think." Qinghe replied to Sherlock's words, and took a step back calmly.

But the half-smile in the other party's eyes became stronger, and the black-haired girl felt that the situation was out of her control again.

"You don't think soot will burn me, do you?" Sherlock's speech speed was not as fast as usual. He might want to take advantage of the embarrassment on the beautiful face of the girl in front of him while speaking.

"I'm not so stupid and sweet, okay?" Qing He hastily retorted, "Don't think it's great that you know how to smoke—I will too!"

"Oh?" Sherlock's face said it's all right.

"Let me show you what a real smoker is!"

Qinghe felt that her adrenaline was high, she grabbed the cigarette from Sherlock's hand without any explanation, and took a quick puff.

then……

Choked.

She really felt that smoking was similar to drinking white wine.Her mind went blank, she couldn't understand this human activity at all!

Qinghe coughed violently, why is this stuff a bit bitter?Forget it, the gas passes through the throat when it is sucked into the lungs, and it is still a little hot now.

Sherlock stared at her for a few seconds before finally laughing relentlessly.

Very ironically, he also gave the girl a thumbs up.

Even so, Sherlock also approached and patted her on the back, smoothing her hair.

"I don't mind if you smoke," he said, "but you smoke mine."

? ? !

Only then did Qinghe realize that it was his that he took away in a hurry!

Ah this?

Now that the matter has come to this point, Qinghe can only bite the bullet and say: "So what? It's all smoked."

Fortunately, it is night now, and the quality of the streetlights on this street is a little bit bad. They flicker, and he can't really see the expression on Qinghe's face.

Sherlock ignored the girl's slightly trembling ending, and his tone became even more flat, "Yeah, it's all smoked."

After listening carefully, Qinghe could still hear a bit of regret.

I really don't know whether he regrets the cigarette that was taken away from him halfway through smoking, or regrets that Qinghe didn't finish smoking that cigarette...

It's mouth to mouth after all.

Gee tut.

Qinghe didn't really want to discuss this issue, she was about to turn her head and leave, but she heard Sherlock say: "Didn't you say you want to make it up to me?"

As soon as these words came out, Qinghe also remembered that there was such a thing.

"—take a step toward me," he said.

Some monks in Qinghe couldn't figure it out, they were obviously very close...?

"Care about what I say..." He smiled slightly, and the tone of his originally calm and pleasant voice became softer, "Just care about what I say."