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

Those eyes were originally shining like obsidian.But at this moment, under the effect of this strange posture, the emotions contained in the girl's eyes gradually became confused.

It felt like a dense mist wrapped around that place.

Sherlock hesitated at this moment, but he has never understood women very well - he can use his usual way of thinking to open a person's heart, but there is no other way. Mentality facing a young girl.

So, his body language also follows his head quite obviously.

In order not to see those lovely eyes, he stretched out his hands to cover them.

"Forget it." In the darkness of vision, Qinghe heard Sherlock say this, "You don't have to go back to that hotel—now, immediately, immediately, come back with me—"

His original rapid-fire speech speed also slowed down, and he paused slightly, but this small detail was still captured by Qinghe.

"Follow me back to 221b Baker Street."

ha?

Qinghe felt that the breath containing the faint smell of tobacco and soap suddenly moved away from her, and at the same time, the weight that was originally covering her body was also lightened.

Sherlock let go of her.

Even the rough hand that covered her eyes also left her.

When the strong light came down, Qing He closed his eyes reflexively.

Although she doesn't know much about this world, the girl guessed that the address he spoke of must be his residence—and based on her experience from wandering around the world before, she must, to some extent, To make some kind of connection with this brand new "suitor" in front of her.

Be it mentally or physically.

Qinghe can still vaguely remember that in that magnificent Asgard on the God's Domain named Asgard, she also once served as the personal maid of the Son of God.

Even though we still don't know much about this man named Sherlock Holmes, the method of stopping the so-called love line has not changed much.

Swipe the antipathy degree and you're done!

Anyway... the person who donated her heart was really not much better.

"No." Qinghe was still on the bed, still maintaining the same posture just now, a petal of red rose fell on her face, and she brushed it away angrily.

"I regret it." Qing He tried his best to put on his most firm tone and said this, but in the eyes of Sherlock who was standing at the side, there was an extra touch of coquettishness.

That's right, after all, her face, no matter how vicious it is, is still very pleasing to the eye.

With her mouth, even if what she said was a lie, people couldn't help but accept it all.

Just like a poisonous bird, you would never think that it is covered with venom until you actually touch the beautiful feathers that radiate dazzling brilliance all the time.

"Oh?" Sherlock spared words this time.

"You were so unreasonable just now, even if you have any legitimate reasons, I will not forgive you." Qing He turned away his face, so as not to let himself see the other party's handsome face with an extremely proud expression.

Although she is indeed unfamiliar with the place, but because of this abnormal life for a long time, she has become less like a normal person.She is very confident that she has no "suitor" and can survive alone in this world.

Hehe, as long as the twisted love of others doesn't affect her, it will be fine.

Qinghe even turned over, and Sherlock stared at her thin and slender back and said, "You have nowhere to go but follow me."

"Besides—you're suddenly shy now? You're obviously not the kind of woman who starts to blush after a word or two with the opposite sex."

"The wise thing to do is to show me your truest reaction." Sherlock has always been good at using the shortest sentences to most accurately hit the bottom of others' thoughts.

Qinghe felt like she was going to be petrified, and was slowly cracking open.

The girl sat up resignedly, her overly beautiful eyes glanced at him again.

Speaking of which, she really hasn't met someone with such strong colors as him for a long time.His affirmation, his refusal, or his face that always looks annoying, in fact, they are all a little... unexpectedly attractive.

After all, Qinghe has seen countless faces with a look of admiration in her eyes when she sees her.

Maybe... the so-called "suitors" in this world are not actually interested in women?Or even if he is actually a closet, Qinghe doesn't mind...

Thinking of this, Qinghe let go of his defenses.

It has to be said, anyway, Sherlock's heart is not in this aspect, even if there are other women who are giving eyeballs secretly, he will not pay attention to it.

Qinghe went through what he said just now in his mind, and finally caught a new word, 221b Baker Street.

and many more.

When she traveled here, she was indeed contacted by a landlord in London, a kind-faced old lady, everyone called her Mrs. Hudson.

Hmm... It seems that he does live in Baker Street.

This coincidence... Qinghe thought in wonder.Why not just set her identity in this world as a distant relative?

There is something to watch, and it is exciting.

Qinghe sighed resignedly.However, just as she was about to speak, Sherlock took the first step.

"But Ms. Chen is extremely smart, so I think I can handle it all by myself. In that case, I'll go first—you don't need me anyway." The second half of Sherlock's sentence even had a hint of regret that came from nowhere, his tone Just right.

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the door without a single pause.

You don't need me.

When I understood this, I couldn't help thinking whether I was going too far.The original little secret idea of ​​"going down the steps" grew wildly in my heart like mushrooms after a spring rain.

But—she still wouldn't beg for mercy so simply!

Let him go!After this incident, everyone is gone.

Thinking of this, Qinghe subconsciously wanted to get out of bed.

She didn't want to stay in this damn place any longer!

The silver handcuffs moved with her movements, and the hard and slightly sharp inside of the handcuffs ached her wrists.

It was only then that Qinghe remembered that there was such a thing as handcuffs.

She didn't make any big moves just now, and naturally she didn't pull the silver handcuff around her left hand.

Only then did Qing He glance at the handcuffs at the right time.

Alright, Sherlock, he said that on purpose because he knew she didn't have a key!

I didn't expect that the small props randomly given by the Love ○ Hotel are of such good quality, no matter how Qinghe sits on the edge of the bed and tries to tear it apart with his arms, it won't work.

Look, she was so nervous that she was almost sweating.

She spent several more minutes.

The girl has traveled through so many worlds, but this is the first time she meets a "suitor" with a bad personality like that consulting detective.

Of course, what she meant was that Sherlock's wickedness only stopped at the level of pranks and would not cause any substantial harm.

So the world looks pretty safe for now.

In this short period of time, Sherlock just walked to the door, but he didn't intend to leave immediately—compared with Qinghe, the previous case was completely uninteresting.A riddle loses its meaning if the answer to it is obvious.Naturally, he subconsciously pursues something more interesting.

Originally, the life of most people in this world is step-by-step and boring.And he is an outlier in this society known for its stability.

In layman's terms, he is willing to look for excitement.

As for the case just now, as I said before, he already had a definite answer in his heart, so naturally there was no need to pay any more attention to it.He only needs to spend two or three seconds to send Lestrade a message.

But now, the reason why he stayed where he was was because he wanted to see what unexpected things this guy in front of him would do.

In fact, in the days when there are no murders, it is also a kind of pastime to occasionally watch the little wild cat commit stupidity.

He took out a cigarette and lit it, trying to use the astringency to cover up the light strawberry scent he just smelled.

Under Sherlock's nose, Qinghe tried several methods to open the handcuffs, but they all failed.

Row.

A person must be able to bend and stretch.

From her experience, a man as arrogant as Sherlock would definitely not like a woman who is stronger than him.So, if you want him to help you, maybe you should do what he likes and show weakness a little.

Just a little bit!

After all, for Qinghe, such things as crossing rivers and demolishing bridges... are not impossible.

Qinghe has decided to give in.

"Okay, I admit that I made a mistake just now. I shouldn't have said what I said--" the girl said like this, and she changed her tone again, and this time her tone sounded much softer.

Even though Sherlock's body was leaning against the wall, his posture was still upright.

"Don't go back on it?" Of course the detective was referring to the phrase "I go back on it" that Qinghe said at the beginning.

For Sherlock's teasing, Qinghe is fully prepared, anyway, her shame has long since ceased to exist.

"Have I ever said that? Why don't I know." The girl said this as a matter of course, and she was full of air.This magnificent face looks even brighter against the soft lighting.

Sherlock looked at the rain outside, the expression on his face was still very pale.

After a while, he turned his head slightly, pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth for a moment, and then said yep.

Sherlock stared at the exaggerated expression on her face, and suddenly had a prank idea, "But I regret it."

He stubbed out the cigarette, took a few steps inside, and crushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.