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

The person she bumped into suddenly was like a tall and hard wall, making her subconsciously take a step back.Because she was wearing a helmet now, her forehead was not actually hit, but it might be because she didn't look at the road just now, Qinghe suddenly became inexplicably nervous.She didn't look up at this time, so through the black frosted material of the helmet, she could only see the same black woolen long windbreaker on the other party who stopped here. "I'm really sorry, I—" Qinghe raised his head, but suddenly fell silent when he saw the other person's face.Qinghe thought it was because she was overworked, but she blinked disbelievingly.But the appearance of the person in front of him has not changed in the slightest.That's right, she read it right, this is an indisputable fact that the man in front of him has a fair complexion even through a bulky helmet.He was tall and thin, with a few strands of black curly hair on his forehead, a straight line of lips, and an expressionless face.This is Sherlock Holmes.And still, Sherlock Holmes in a state of indifference to inhumanity.Hearing her crisp voice, Sherlock, who had been silent all this time, moved his eyes.Finally, the light projected from those cold blue-green eyes fell on the black-haired girl.At this moment, she felt extremely guilty.Being watched by Sherlock's gaze like this, she would feel as if she had been stripped naked, and no trace of disguise could hide.But Sherlock frowned slightly.Qinghe thinks it is normal for him to behave like this, after all she is really "special" standing on the street now.Who the hell walks around wearing a helmet when they're not riding a motorcycle?Thinking of this, the girl buried her head deeply, she really wanted to say something so that she could escape here quickly, but she was afraid that Sherlock would recognize her voice. ……too difficult.After a few seconds, Qinghe heard Sherlock say Fine.Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, she knew that Sherlock would never waste time on boring things.Since this guy has said it's all right, it should be really all right... "I'm really sorry for wasting your time." She said so.Sherlock looked noncommittal.Immediately the man continued to walk in the opposite direction to her, but after passing by her, he thought of something, and then stopped. "Hey." He turned to stop Qinghe. ? !It would be even more strange if she ran away now... Qinghe had to turn around slowly, trying to pretend to be very confused, even though she knew that Sherlock couldn't see her face clearly through the helmet. "Why are you wearing a helmet?" Sherlock asked.Well, in fact, Qinghe didn't think this was a real question at all, because if she thought correctly, Sherlock would——will speak out his own reasoning like this in the next second. "Usually, people who do dangerous work and drive motorcycles wear helmets. You don't need to do that." Are you kidding me, Qinghe is of course not ready to answer him.She pretended to be indifferent and glanced at the detective in front of her, without making a sound, and even took a step forward, preparing to pass him and leave.

Yes, of course she was not obliged to answer the detective's questions—the stranger had no such obligation.

"stranger"……

As long as Qinghe thinks of this word now, her whole heart trembles as if her whole soul is going to be pulled into a ball.

But just as she took a step in the opposite direction from him, the girl felt her sleeve being pulled by him.

The fabric of the sleeves was very thin, and Sherlock only pulled it lightly at the beginning, and then he grabbed her wrist with his whole hand very familiarly.

In all fairness, his strength was not very strong, but to some extent, this move seemed to awaken some of Qinghe's memories, and this somewhat familiar touch made it difficult for her to take another step to leave.

The black-haired girl frowned slightly, and a tangled and difficult emotion quickly occupied her heart.She only pretended to say a few words forcefully, and then lost again due to inertia: "I don't think I have the responsibility to answer all your questions."

"……Feel sorry."

While saying this, the girl tried her best to break free from his restraint.

Unexpectedly, Sherlock let go of her suddenly.

But he didn't say anything, he just kept staring at Qinghe.

You know, this is really weird... He can't even see her face clearly now!

In order to end the straight and undisguised gaze, Qinghe explained again, "I have a phobia of high-altitude parabolic attacks."

Afraid that Sherlock would not believe it, she quickly added, "You also know...there are a lot of news about high-altitude parabolic objects recently."

How could she not know that this reason sounds ridiculous?But as long as you believe in it, this is the best protective color.

Qinghe didn't dare to look at Sherlock's face, so she only heard the man smile slightly, "You're very reasonable. Given the current situation, I think you need me to take you home."

This time the detective became more understanding.

The laughter seemed a little low, but it still drifted along the wind into the black-haired girl's eardrums.

But Qinghe savored this passage, and there was something totally wrong with it!

What "what you said makes sense"...?

What is "sending you home" again...?

In heaven, she knew all these words, but she couldn't understand them together.

"No..." Qinghe rebuffed softly, "I can do it alone."

"I fell in love with you at first sight."

???

Qinghe widened his eyes.Sherlock's words were loud, but it obviously had a serious impact on the former's fragile nerves.

The man didn't change his face, "If I say, I fell in love with you at first sight, will it make my motive for sending you home purer?"

Turns out it was just a hypothesis...

Qinghe let out a long breath of relief.

"No," she said.

Just when the two of them were silent to each other, a strange man jumped out from nowhere and snatched the white tote bag that Qinghe was carrying.

It was messy in the clear and windy.

The feeling of the strap being pulled suddenly and then pulled away was too obvious, but she didn't expect this to happen, making her mind go blank—Gosh, who would have thought of such a bold thief?

After a few seconds, she ran after her.

Sherlock ran faster than her, and when Qinghe started to pant and get farther and farther away from the nasty thief, Sherlock caught up with him and kicked him over.

Qinghe put his hands on his knees and took a few breaths before running there.

The thief was caught, but something was thrown out of the tote bag, and Sherlock knelt down to pick it up.

Qinghe silently stared at his extremely serious side face, and even began to think about whether there was anything he was interested in among the things that fell to the ground.

Sherlock doesn't like things that represent sensibility, and the only thing that interests him is a challenge, or more generally, a case.

But she didn't have that... She didn't meet the criteria of his interest, did she?

Qinghe quickly squatted down to pick it up, and all her powder cakes fell out.

Although the outer shell is not broken, the inside must have been broken... She thought with some pity.

She came back to realize that Sherlock had been staring at her.

The man got up.

"Your phone number—" Sherlock said, a mobile phone suddenly appeared in his hand.

Just when Qinghe was thinking about what he was going to do, the girl realized that what Sherlock was holding was obviously her own mobile phone!

Sherlock opened the lock screen without much effort, directly stored his phone number, and dialed it back smoothly.

This smooth operation stunned Qinghe.

Sherlock handed her the phone, "Miss, I have reason to think that you are being targeted by criminals, so call me."

"Call me if you are in danger."

Different from his previous arrogance, this time his language actually sounded gentle.

Qinghe's heart tightened.

"But who are you?" she asked.

"What do you say?"

! !

Sherlock saw Qinghe's embarrassment, and his mood suddenly improved, "I am Sherlock Holmes."

"Invited to investigate a criminal case that happened at Imperial University in New York."

Qinghe covered her student ID card.

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