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

Qinghe didn't even remember how he fell asleep, but suddenly felt drowsy, so he fell straight into sleep.

In fact, Qinghe himself doesn't like dreaming very much.

Dreams are the result of the continuous work of the human brain, and are also a reflection of a person's mind.But I have to say that for Qinghe, the dream is a continuation of her past life, and some scenes that she doesn't want to recall will occasionally appear in the dream.

Last night was no exception.

But this time, apart from the old scenes that had been repeated many times before, there was also a brand new scene, which was very rare for her.

That's a cruise ship.And the passengers above, including her, were forced to start a battle royale game in which only one person survived.

It’s okay if it’s just like this, after all, Qinghe also wandered in a world called "Chain Saw", she can tentatively understand that this world has too much influence on her.

But... what does Sherlock in there mean?Can this kind of anti-human game still stump him, a high-intelligence anti-social personality?

Qinghe sat up, she rubbed her hair, her eyes were sleepy.

Her gaze stretched slightly out of the window.

The rain has actually stopped. Although the sky is still not clear, it is not easy to get your shoes wet when walking on the road.

This thought made Qinghe feel a little better.

The girl took out her mobile phone and browsed casually, and found that she hadn't missed any information.

It is strange to say that in her memory, this should be the second time she has traveled across the ocean. Logically speaking, there should be a lot of luggage, but... Qinghe has very little luggage, as if she was already in this city. Some corner has taken root.

Because I have a home, I don't think about bringing all the important things or necessities of life with me.If there is a home, then the sadness in the bottom of my heart will not drag myself deeper and deeper, and eventually drown.

Even in this world, it doesn't make sense for "she" to make her first host family her home.

This feeling is a bit strange, as if Qinghe really lost something important.

……

The black-haired girl didn't pack her luggage at all, she quickly dragged the box out of the door of the room.

Qinghe didn't talk much to Sherlock. To be precise, she left immediately before Sherlock really paid attention to her.

This guy was different from the other "suitors" she had met before, his personality was a bit too strong, even if Qinghe said whatever it was, he could accept it without changing his face.

Qinghe is silently thinking about what to do after going back to 221b Baker Street with Sherlock - it's not that she hasn't thought about renting a house again, but even if Mrs. Hudson agrees, the world consciousness will not allow her to do so Do.

Moreover, the connection with the "suitors" should not be voluntarily severed...

Qing He sighed slightly, and when passing a corner, he collided directly with someone who came.

The opponent's figure was a bit strong, and Qinghe was forced to take a few steps back.

There was also a reason why she didn't look carefully at the road just now, that's why she bumped into it...

Qing He thought about it, and spoke first with a very sincere tone: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, ma'am."

Probably for everyone, Qinghe's response is completely fine.

However, the woman in the pink skirt in front of her raised her eyebrows, her face was rather unfriendly, and she also had a condescending mockery: "If you say no, then you won't? I knew that, people like you are still in this kind of situation." The young girls who spend the night there are definitely not nice people!"

The indifferent expression on Qinghe's face did not change at all, she felt that it was not necessary for her to explain something to a stranger.

You don't need to explain in front of people who are prejudiced against you, just ignore them.

Qinghe continued to take a few steps forward, trying to pass her and leave.

But this woman refused to let her go, she blocked Qinghe's way.

"what on earth do you want?"

This woman babbled on about her prejudice against Qinghe, but Qinghe could listen calmly, after all, this was not the first time she had encountered such a situation.In other worlds, there were times when this happened.

What's the use of arguing?

Although Qinghe's temper is okay, her patience is not very good.

So after the woman finally finished her last sentence, Qinghe replied: "Is it finished? Can I go?"

Her tone was obviously still that flat, but it was this indifference that made this strange woman even more annoyed.

Qinghe stared at her gradually flushing face with interest, and began to think about what excessive words she would say next.

How come this kind of superpower that can "make everyone fall in love with you" isn't projected onto the woman in front of me?How boring.

Qinghe thought this way for no reason.

If you can project freely like this, this world should be destroyed soon, right?

Just when the two of them were at a stalemate, there was a sound of footsteps, gradually approaching the place where Qinghe was.

It came from not far behind her.

Qinghe understood almost instantly that this was Sherlock——

She is extremely sensitive to this kind of voice in life, as long as she has heard it before, she can quickly recognize it next time.

This woman actually let her go all at once, and started talking to Sherlock who came over with bright eyes.

ha?Does Sherlock have gold foil on his face?

Qing He frowned, and couldn't help but take another look at the tall man beside him.

Well, he does look quite human now—

Possibly a golden bachelor?

Qinghe quietly and carefully considered the information about Sherlock that he had in his heart.His family is quite rich, and he is exactly the kind of second-generation ancestor who will go back and inherit hundreds of millions of property if he doesn't work hard to solve the case.And his brother was also a member of the British government.

However, it is indeed very desirable to list these conditions, but when Qinghe looks at him, he always forgets them.

Indeed, in her opinion, Sherlock was just Sherlock, and there was no need to label him any more.

...It seemed that he suddenly understood why this woman would suddenly strike up a conversation with Sherlock.

Qinghe really wanted to leave like this, but she also wanted to know what Sherlock would say next.

"Fortunately, you met me today. There are many women in this hotel who have improper relationships with others! For example—" This woman gave Qinghe a look, as if she was about to rush forward and push her away from Sherlock.

But what is wrong with this person, why does he have to strike up a conversation with Sherlock?

To know……

"For example?" Sherlock stared at her, his tone became subtle.

"Just her, the one next to you!" The woman hurriedly said, Qinghe didn't quite understand why she would target herself like this.

"I saw her sneaking out of a room by herself, she is not a good person at first glance." She continued to add details.

Qinghe didn't feel any irritation at all, but found it a little funny.She smiled slightly.

"If she is not a good person, then why are you here?" Sherlock actually replied very rarely, seeming quite patient.

The woman didn't expect Sherlock to ask such a question, and she hesitated a bit.But the intention of heavy makeup on her face is also very obvious.

Sherlock didn't intend to ridicule any underground workers, he just stated: "Excuse me, this is my lover."

?

This time it was Qinghe's turn to be puzzled.The mood is not just doubts, but also a sluggishness inside.

What do you mean, when did the relationship happen?I do not know!

The expression of this strange woman was constantly changing like a palette, but Sherlock had no intention of saying a word to her.Of course he never did anything superfluous.

"Let's go." Sherlock said so, seeing the black-haired girl still staying where he was, he directly took her hand and left the place quickly.

Qing He was stunned, the ignorant expression on her face still froze when the two stood beside the road together.

Maybe it was because what the man beside him said a moment ago was too shocking, or maybe it was because of other reasons, in short, Qing He's thoughts stopped diverging temporarily, and instead his eyes stopped at her and Sherlock's intercourse like butterflies picking flowers. holding hands.

Sherlock's hands are so big that they can directly cover her soft little hands, preventing her tender skin from being wet by even a drop of rain.

physical contact……

Qinghe recalled the word.

In fact, it is not a very good thing to have any physical contact with the "suiters".

Although Qinghe didn't move the hand that was being held, she could fully feel the rough touch brought by the hand that belonged to Sherlock.Because he often does some weird experiments, and because he is always willing to put himself in dangerous situations, Sherlock has calluses on his hands, and the feeling produced by the palm of his hand touching the back of his hand is naturally obvious.

But Qinghe didn't feel disgusted, and even felt that it was quite exciting that he was so reliable by chance.After all... In fact, as a consulting detective, in most cases, he is only reliable when solving cases...

Sherlock didn't speak, and he didn't ask Qinghe how he got into a fight with that strange woman.He just approached, and stood by her side without hesitation, standing out for her.

In fact, in other worlds, this kind of situation of being deliberately made things difficult is not unheard of, and Qinghe is already used to it.

But it seems to be pretty good to be maintained once in a while?

Qinghe even selfishly hopes that this moment when two people walk side by side and the world is so quiet that they can only feel each other's existence is also wonderful.

She hoped that this moment could be longer, and longer.

The two of them finally stopped at an intersection.Because this place is actually some distance away from 221B Baker Street where they were going, Sherlock decided to take a taxi.

He didn't like wasting time on trivial things—such as taking an hour to walk back.

At this moment, Qing He suddenly asked: "You... Is what you just said true?"

She felt that she still wanted to find out how true this matter was, otherwise she couldn't help but think about it endlessly.

It was obvious that her attitude was so cautious, even with a perceptible seriousness, but Sherlock smiled lightly.

Ok?

Is it so funny?

She was asking about this very seriously!

The dark-haired girl was a little confused.

"...bad woman."

"Ok?"

"Didn't you say that you are a bad woman? Why are you still entangled in this kind of thing?" Sherlock said this sentence in a statement tone, clearly his tone was very flat, but Qinghe frowned when he heard it stand up.

Damn, how could she forget this!

"I'm just asking, nothing else."

Sherlock suppressed the smile just now, and said seriously: "Do you need a reason to like someone? Don't you just like it if you want to like it?"

Both Qing and Xin missed a beat.The bad look the other party had always shown in front of her before disappeared, and when he turned around, he was replaced by this kind of serious look, which made her a little confused.Obviously, she herself was not such a simple person, but at this moment she couldn't tell whether what Sherlock said was true or false, the expression on her face was a little dull, and her mood was a little complicated.

If what he said is true, then...

That's too bad.

While she was thinking about it, Sherlock lit his cigarette again.

Although the rain stopped today, the sky did not clear up, but was still gloomy.

Under such low visibility conditions, a cigarette held between Sherlock's slender fingers, the flames emanating from it were flickering, and the contrast was very obvious and beautiful.

Sherlock smiled flamboyantly, and the smoke circle he exhaled immediately dissipated into a mist, blurring his face.

"...I lied to you."