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

The cruise ship departed from Kitakyushu, Japan, and finally arrived at the Miami pier in the United States.The reason why the world consciousness chooses to plan such a route is because it passes through the largest inland sea in the world, the Caribbean Sea.

As soon as the name is heard, the image of sailors drinking rum while bathing in the salty sea breeze immediately emerges in front of the eyes.And it is also very rich in the color of the times.

Most importantly, Sherlock Holmes, the "suiter" of this world, once aspired to be a pirate when he was a child.

Qinghe actually didn't know much about this, it was the world consciousness that told her.

During the [-]-day voyage, a total of [-] ports were reached on the way, and tourists can appreciate the delicate and quiet scenery that can only be possessed by Sisley*.

——It should have been like this at first.

But while passing through the Panama region, the cruise ship was brought under control.The voyage originally scheduled for fifteen days was forcibly reduced to nine days.Then everything went wrong.

She was controlled in the library on the ninth floor of the cruise ship.You must know that at that time, everyone on the ship basically enjoyed dinner at the Weltmeere restaurant, and Qinghe was not quite used to going to sea, so he stayed in the library very upset.

The library has always been the quietest place, just staring at those dark blue bookshelves, Qinghe felt that it could calm her restless mood a little.

The feeling of being pointed at the temple by the cold gun barrel for a moment was not good. Although she would not die if she was hit, Qinghe still stood up obediently.

The person in front of him was wearing a gas mask, and his whole body was fully armed.

Qinghe's eyes swept across his face indifferently.Instead of taking the elevator, they took the stairs. Qinghe thought that this group of special forces might be looking for other places on the cruise ship to see if there were any fish like Qinghe who slipped through the net.

After all, a fun and thrilling game is about to unfold.If it is affected by other inexplicable factors, the loss outweighs the gain.

The expression on Qinghe's face was too calm, as if she didn't care whether the cruise ship had been hijacked by dangerous elements. Contrary to her supposed attitude, Qinghe's non-struggling appearance now makes people feel like she is really vacation.

Besides, they have already been pointed at by guns anyway, so wouldn't it be better if they could be destroyed by a single shot?Anyway, she doesn't belong to this world in the first place, and she has even the slightest interest in potential "suitors" who haven't been able to meet in person.

Just do it.

It seems that this group of people mainly searched the fourth, eighth, and ninth floors.All restaurants on this cruise ship are located within these floors.

Going down to the fourth floor, when passing the wine cellar, the masked man who had been pointing a gun at her stopped in his tracks.Instead of heading towards the Weltmeere restaurant, he stopped and changed direction.

Qinghe felt a little interesting.

wine cellar...

She smiled slightly, as if slitting her throat or wrist with a shard of glass from a broken wine bottle would be a good choice.And it's a decent death...

Without even thinking about it, she rushed into the wine cellar without even thinking about the black muzzle of the gun.

There are many types of wine here, and the curved structure is very suitable for hiding.Qing He quickly hid behind one of the wine racks, trying hard to hold back his uncontrollable breathing.

But the gunshot she expected didn't appear. Could it be that he was afraid of wasting bullets?

Forget it.

Qinghe sighed.

She didn't really do this to hide.The girl casually picked up a bottle of wine next to her, and slammed it on the hard wine rack. Then the bottle shattered and the liquid inside flowed down her hand.

Because of the noise, the man found her right away.

Holding a piece of broken glass in his hand, Qinghe looked up at the dark muzzle of the gun and said, "Kill me."

Her tone was very calm, and at the same time she raised her eyes to stare at the masked man.It has to be said that her abnormal appearance more or less made the atmosphere more solidified, because it seemed that no one had ever made such a strange request in the other party's limited life.

The two of them looked at each other for a few seconds, but he took away the gun barrel that was pointing at Qinghe's forehead.

Qinghe:?

The doubt in the girl's eyes was completely ready to come out, she looked suspicious and puzzled, and the person in front of her took off his mask instead.

His curly hair is now a little messy because of being pressed by the helmet.From Qinghe's point of view, this is very casual.However, the opposite of this temperament is his face——his face has a kind of indifferent temperament, and the tall straight nose is completely the focus of vision, attracting peaceful eyes.This indifference was tempered by his smile as he watched her.

"You're so weird," the man said.The environment is very quiet, and any slight sound will be obvious.He lowered his voice, but it was clear enough to be heard clearly.

The dark-haired girl didn't respond immediately, but just kept looking at him.Besides the staff, this was the first person on board to speak to her...

But if Qinghe knew that he was Sherlock Holmes at this time, she would definitely feel that she was in a delicate mood.Obviously Sherlock himself is a very strange person, okay?

It's only been a day since she set sail, she may have seen him——

Qinghe was very vague: "You are the same. Why did you mix in with this group of mercenaries?" She said as she clenched the glass in her hand, feeling as if her secret had been discovered by someone she had never met before. , a little upset.

Besides, what's the use of mixing in?Dare to openly hijack an international cruise ship, proving that the people behind this are not afraid of accepting legal sanctions.Sailing in the vast ocean, the cruise ship itself is an isolated island.

His tone was very sly: "It's dark under the lamp."

"Then what should we do now?" Qinghe asked, "Or... you continue to be dark and pretend you don't know me?"

"I really want to do this, but you disrupted my plan." No, before the black-haired man finished speaking, his back was blocked by a gun, and he could only slowly raise his hand.

Qinghe had no choice but to raise his hand.Just because she's not afraid of death doesn't mean she's willing to be shot through a sieve.

"What is your relationship?"

The girl was still thinking about what to say, but the man answered before her: "Of course it's a relationship—"

He was very courageous, and even whispered to Qinghe: "Then what's your name?"

Sherlock's attitude seemed both natural and unnatural, a little too familiar.

Qinghe felt like a bystander, revisiting the things that happened before.She wasn't even sure if Sherlock had seen something from the first time they met, and that's why she treated her with such a strange attitude.

But it's all Sherlock's fault for saying that, so they have to live in the same room!Qinghe simply wondered if he said that because he wanted to live in the top floor suite...

The original 500 people on board were reduced to seven people, making the cruise ship more like a ghost wandering aimlessly at sea.

But having said that, if Yi Qinghe's character who doesn't care about anything, if he can win this life-threatening game perfectly, then the sun will come out from the west.

At the moment when her whole body was suddenly pushed into the water, the sense of weightlessness in Qinghe's body was too strong, her senses were spinning, and she couldn't catch anything.The heavy seawater seemed to swallow her life in one gulp, not to mention something illusory like memory.Then Sherlock's face appeared in front of her.

Qinghe woke up startled, the first thing that caught her eyes was still the empty ceiling.

Her back was wet, and Qinghe became more convinced of one thing, this was not a dream, but a story that actually happened.

But if...she forgot all of this due to amnesia, then how far has she and Sherlock developed?

When Qinghe thought about it, she suddenly felt her head hurting even more. This brand-new perception made her feel like a ruthless scumbag who immediately pulled up after 419, and the detective, who has always been wicked, actually put on a red face this time. It is an infatuated script that silently waits for the lover to recover his memory like a cornflower.

Ah, this?

It's not suitable...

No matter what, this time I have to go to Sherlock to ask for clarification, and I definitely can't back down easily like last time!

Thinking of this, she immediately rolled over and got out of bed.

What is the attitude towards the "pursuers" in each world, in fact, even Qinghe himself is not very clear about it.

If he had to ask for an answer, then Qinghe would definitely not be able to give it.After all, she hasn't even figured out what to do with her own whereabouts.

But Qinghe has two wishes.The first wish is that I hope that I can return to the original normal and ordinary world. It doesn’t matter if I don’t have super powers, I just need to live simply; and the second wish is——it may seem a bit strange to say this. The Holy Mother, but she really hopes so, she hopes that those who are chosen to be "suiters" can obtain real happiness in the days when she is not around.

Sherlock seemed to have disappeared from the world today, Qinghe couldn't find him no matter what, and obviously he didn't have a recent case that he could handle.

Qinghe sat on the sofa, touched his chin, and thought about what to do next.

Forget it, it's just one more time.

She tiptoed to the door of Sherlock's room, and she even looked around to make sure there was no one around.

She put her little hand on the doorknob and pressed down gently.That's fine, the door isn't locked.

The girl first opened a narrow gap, and then looked inside.

The curtains in Sherlock's room were drawn tightly, and there was no other light source at all. From a clear angle, one could only see the darkness inside.

Well, there's no one in there—

Qinghe walked in directly and closed the door behind his back.Everyone's past in this world will leave traces in their hearts and lives.

Qinghe was convinced of this, and she was going to see if there was anything in Sherlock's room that she had perfectly ignored before.

She looked around, and her eyes finally settled on the drawer of Sherlock's desk that she had never opened.

Just a casual glance should be fine, right?Qing He asked herself that she was not a person who was very curious about other people's private affairs, so if there was nothing about her in it, she would immediately close the drawer.

Qinghe thought so, and opened it.

But she didn't expect it to be like this--

Sandwiched among various file folders was a white medical record that was beginning to curl.

Take it out and see that it has her name written on it.

Selective amnesia.