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

Qinghe feels that Sherlock can sign up for some poetry reading conference.It's a pity not to be a voice actor with this voice line.

She didn't delve into the deeper meaning of Sherlock's words.

The two ended up in a bar - on such a quiet night, there really didn't seem to be too many choices in the big city to be questioned.

Qing He didn't have any complaints about this new place, but was stopped by the security guard when he was about to walk in, and took out his ID card - if I had known that I was going to this kind of place, I would have put on a more mature makeup first.

However, she really didn't expect Sherlock to come to this kind of place...

The lights in the bar were very dim, covering the slender girl invisible like a black veil.It's just different from the noisy hustle and bustle in Qinghe's imagination, at this moment, here is very quiet.

Qinghe just casually glanced around a few times, could this be Qing?

But, what is he coming here for...?

Before Qinghe had time to delve into it, his thoughts were interrupted by another hearty strange voice.

"Hey! You are finally here, Sherlock." His tone contained a kind of joy of reunion after a long absence, even though it was deliberately suppressed, the girl could still clearly hear it.

Qinghe turned his head to look at this person, and saw that the other person's face was more friendly than Sherlock's, with brown hair, perhaps because the mental damage caused by the battlefield in Afghanistan had been forgotten with the passage of time, he The facial lines are much rounder than before.

Naturally, this person also noticed Qinghe, but he didn't seem to know what expression to use to face her, so the two of them looked at each other for tens of seconds before he smiled a little embarrassedly.

Qinghe couldn't help wondering in her heart, am I that scary?Why did the legendary heartthrob physique not work this time?

Having said that, of course she knows who the person in front of her is - even in this world, she is just a newcomer and doesn't know much about many things, but her world awareness usually doesn't make Qinghe fall into such a predicament.

Every "suiter" has a deep relationship with Qinghe.In an intimate relationship, both parties (almost one-sided in front of her) can't help but introduce all the important relatives and friends in their personal network to each other.For this very humane reason, World Consciousness will also provide Qinghe with some information about this aspect.

It is necessary to take back the previous evaluation that Sherlock has no friends - Qinghe thought quietly in his heart.

Sherlock isn't really friendless.Even if he does have a mild social barrier, for geniuses, it should be attributed more to the fact that few people can really enter his world.

John Watson in front of him is a living exception.He is not only Sherlock's good friend, but also his good partner.

Out of politeness, Qinghe first introduced himself and said hello to him.

John was a little hesitant to speak, he glanced at Sherlock first, and finally was gently poked by the woman next to him before responding to Qinghe: "Oh—hello, I'm John Watson."

The hand he stretched out may be a little sweaty due to nervousness.

The blond woman next to John was Mary Morstan, her reaction was not as blunt as her boyfriend's, but she still couldn't help but glance at Qinghe a few more times.

Under this delicate atmosphere, Qinghe felt even more that there was something dirty on his face, so their reaction was a little unnatural?

Fortunately, the expression on Sherlock's face remained the same as before, without much change.His state did not appear to be erratic because he came to the bar. On the contrary, his purpose was completely different from those ordinary people who came here, and he had no intention of getting drunk at all.

John seemed to have been waiting for Sherlock here for a long time, and the four of them sat around a table.

Qinghe summed it up in one word here, that is, completely at a loss.Alpha culture was prevalent in European and American societies, so she seemed like a middle school student among this group of people—and occasionally felt some strange eyes, which was simply too maddening.

Even if the time she has spent tossing and turning in different worlds adds up to decades, the feeling of being treated as a child by strangers is really uncomfortable.

The girl tried to sneak away, but before she could stand up from the sofa, Sherlock held her hand on the sofa seat.

There is no extra action, just cover it and hold it down.

Sherlock didn't want her out of his sight.

Qinghe could only sit down angrily.

hateful!Even the waiter at the bar just now called her a child!

Next time you come, you must put on a mature makeup.

Qinghe secretly decided in his heart, and at the same time picked up a glass of black square on the table, and felt bored.

This time, she attracted the attention of others.But the girl was very disapproving, "What's wrong?"

In the end it was Sherlock who answered her.The man tilted his head slightly, "It's nothing, just control your drinking a little bit, don't spit on me."

Qinghe:?

As for?Look down on people so much?

It's not like she hasn't drunk alcohol in other worlds, so is it such an exaggeration?According to her experience, at most, it's just a blackout in front of her eyes, and it's just fragments. Things like throwing up someone else's body... definitely can't happen!

"It won't be good." Qinghe didn't hesitate in the movement of her hands, and she drank another cup directly.

Sherlock, who had been wandering away all the time, looked terribly indifferent suddenly looked at her, his forbearance seemed to have reached a limit, and the glass in front of Qinghe was taken away by him.

"I doubt whether your sanity is enough to support you to return to 221b Baker Street."

Qinghe smacked her lips, the wine made her lips and teeth fragrant, and she couldn't help but want to taste it again.But now...

Ah, the big villain in front of me actually took the glass and the bottle away like this!

The beautiful girl frowned, impatient with a sense of pampering, "Hurry up and return it to me. Anyway..."

Her thoughts became a little chaotic, the girl's soft voice stagnated for a while, and finally poked her head out again: "Anyway, even if I am really drunk, you will take me home, right?"

Even if the tone is tentative, the words that come out of the mouth are declarative.

Take me home.

Sherlock savored the phrase with the tip of his tongue, and he liked it.

But he didn't really want to agree so simply, you must know that sometimes—most of the time, he was very wicked.

"It depends on your performance." Sherlock's tone was light.While he was talking, Qinghe also stroked his hand, bit by bit breaking his fingers away from the glass.

The soft touch of this little hand is simply challenging his tolerance crazily.Just a little touch can make people can't help but start to think about more things.

If he hadn't considered the two huge light bulbs sitting opposite him, he would have kissed her long ago.

Expressions can be faked, but physiology cannot.

Sherlock actually began to regret the decision he had made in a rare way—he might as well go back to 221b here.But he wouldn't have chosen to come here if John hadn't texted him.

He was a little restless in his heart, he was simply fed up with the eyes cast on Qinghe by some people around him.He is very narrow-minded, very vengeful, and hates the way these irrelevant people miss her.

221b is better, at least she can monopolize all of her in a gentlemanly manner.

Thinking of this, he also had a drink.It's not the first time he's been to a bar, you know—unlike that damn farewell bachelor party, he's already experienced in this area, and won't do the stupid thing of drinking with a measuring cylinder again.

Raising his eyes by accident, he met the eyes of the date sitting opposite him.

Oh, and Mary's.

In the next second, his phone vibrated and the screen lit up.

[John: What's going on with you now? 】

Sherlock lowered his eyelashes, and what he replied was: [Same as usual. 】

Qing He, who was sitting next to the curly-haired man, was suddenly attracted by something, and while he was replying to the message, he said something to a strange man who walked over.

It wasn't until Sherlock's unfriendly eyes glanced at him that he introduced himself as the host of the new event in this bar.

"Are you sure?" the well-dressed host spoke, and his words sounded very organized, "There are some activities that couples can do next, so if you are not—"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted, Qinghe said quite boldly: "It doesn't matter—anyway, I will never lose."

After she finished speaking, her cat-like dark eyes raised slightly, and she stared straight at Sherlock.Different from the usual Qinghe, the gleam in her slightly drunken eyes was equally proud, and she was obviously expecting Sherlock to really respond——

As the saying goes, wine can build courage, and now it seems that this is indeed the case.

No different from every minute and every second before, Sherlock still observed her, trying to capture every micro-expression on the girl's face and record it in his heart.But it was really strange, no matter how the person in front of him changed, every time the detective looked at her, the first figure that flashed in his mind would always be the one he saw for the first time in that summer.

The sea water, which is as blue as the sky, reflects each other like two facing mirrors.And they... are at the singularity in this world.

Seeing that Sherlock remained silent, Qinghe felt a little unhappy, "Are you worthwhile? You can't say no if you are a man."

Good guy, still instigated.

Sherlock raised his eyes this time, and the look in his eyes was a bit complicated, but he quickly responded in a more assertive tone: "I am willing to accompany you."

"As long as you don't regret it."