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

The warm breath fell to her ears, and even Mr. Detective, who looked cold at first, became different in her senses.

His exclusive aura gradually approached and surrounded her with the distance, making Qinghe's head dizzy.

It's just that the word "secret" is also like a magic spell. After it was confided, Sherlock distanced himself from her and became the cold and unkind detective again.

His ambiguous response made Qing He's hanging heart not completely let go.

What he said just now, "I wonder why there is no body after death", Qinghe can completely understand that it is connoting her.

Isn't that what she is talking about?

She in each world, let's call it death, has no body after death, because she does not belong to any of the worlds.Not even any of them.

Others may not feel anything when they hear what Sherlock said, at most they just think that this person is really strange and a master of talking to death.

however……

She is no one else either.

She can barely think that she knows the detective in front of her very well.

Therefore, she has reason to think that Sherlock came to New York suddenly to find out the answer to a certain matter.

"Okay." Qing He answered him like this, now it is no longer possible to run away rashly, so she had no choice but to quickly step forward to keep up with his footsteps.

He asked, "Then where are we going now?"

Sherlock didn't answer her, but they soon reached their real destination.

Sherlock pushed open the door, and Qinghe had no choice but to follow him in.

This is a large private room with different people in it.Qinghe didn't dare to approach rashly, after all, she subconsciously felt that people who regard motorcycles as a hobby are more or less deviant.

Sherlock was tall and thin, and Qinghe followed behind him all the time. In addition, she was relatively petite, so that no one in the private room noticed her existence for a while.

Different from Qinghe's carefulness, Sherlock's state has always been very relaxed and calm.And the people in the club seemed to be familiar with him. Seeing that he had finally arrived late, they kindly poured a glass of wine for him and handed it to him.

"Xiali, you are finally here! The driving skills you showed last time can only be described as this—" A strange man smiled and gave his thumbs up.

For this compliment, Sherlock didn't answer, just nodded slightly.

He also called him Xiali... Qinghe heard someone call him this nickname, and he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

After all, Sherlock has always maintained a very formal but rather distant relationship with others-if someone he doesn't know calls him that, he will definitely be angry.He doesn't like boring interpersonal relationships very much. Sometimes he even feels that this kind of boring and meaningless interpersonal network is like a huge spider web, which imprisons him firmly, and the toxin scattered on the spider silk is called "Sensibility", which would paralyze his limbs and his most proud mind.

He has been avoiding this all along.

But now... Sherlock in front of her didn't say anything about it, neither opposed nor agreed, which made her feel a little unexpected.

Could it be... Does this club have any friends he knew before?Thinking of this, Qinghe felt that it seemed very possible with Sherlock's character.

He has a penchant for doing exciting things.

Qinghe cautiously poked her eyes out from behind Sherlock, and she even grabbed a section of Sherlock's coat.

In her field of vision, there were many bottles of wine on the table, as well as on the floor, but most of the bottles on the table had already been opened, and many were served in glasses.Qinghe could only see the golden wine in the transparent glass refracting the light from the chandelier overhead, showing a deeper brilliance.

Well, I don't know how many degrees it is...

Qinghe looked at it silently in his heart, and when he was fascinated by it, he suddenly felt as if he had been cueed.

Standing in front of her, Sherlock glanced condescendingly, frowned, and finally took a step forward, trying to find a seat to sit down.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he took a step, he felt his clothes being pulled by another force.

Even though Sherlock guessed who the owner of this power was, he still turned his head resignedly.

Sherlock moved a little, and it was only then that the others noticed a young girl standing behind the detective.

Some people even whistled loudly without hesitation.

"Why do you bring this little girl to this kind of party?" someone asked.

But in the next second, this person figured it out by himself. Although motorcycles are indeed a wonderful and exciting sport, in a sense, they are also the best choice for playing cool.Naturally, it logically makes sense to bring such a girl who looks very weak.

Qinghe just wanted to say that she is a member of this club, but Sherlock took the first step and cut off her words.

The man turned and said, "She wants to experience it."

Qinghe's eyes widened, what?

No, she didn't say that, she obviously didn't say anything, didn't she?

Just as Qinghe wanted to protest, Sherlock turned around and looked at her.

The four eyes met, and Sherlock was deeply impressed by Qinghe's mood at the moment. He dragged Qinghe to a seat next to him and sat down, his movements were not gentle.

Sherlock lowered his voice and said, "You don't know how to ride a motorcycle."

"If you just admitted that you belong to the club, then you will be asked to perform this kind of technology. I think you will not want to."

Every word Sherlock said hit the target, and Qinghe felt that he was lying on the ground again.

She couldn't find any room for rebuttal at all.

Because Sherlock is telling the complete truth.

Forget it, she doesn't want to make a fool of herself later.

Qinghe thought about it, and finally suppressed his desire to protest, and asked, "Then what should I do?"

Seeing this, Sherlock hooked the corners of his lips, and said slowly, "Just follow me."

Qinghe looked up at him suspiciously, but unexpectedly found that Sherlock's blue-green eyes were even more breathtaking under the dim light of the private room.

The tall man took the glass of wine, but he just held it in his hand and didn't drink it down.

His appearance made Qinghe think of how embarrassed he was when he first went to the bar in the previous world for no reason.

Although it is very wrong to say this, Qinghe really felt that Sherlock at that time, it was his first time to go to the bar but he acted calmly, which was really cute.

Thinking of this, the corners of her lips couldn't help evoking a faint smile.

The bystanders may have seen Qinghe sitting like this doing nothing, and even poured her a glass of wine.

Qinghe:?

She raised her head in doubt, her eyes were full of puzzlement.She was a little hesitant to accept the glass of wine. Logically speaking, she is not the kind of girl who can't drink at all, but...

If she drank fake wine, she didn't know what would happen afterwards.

It's not that she was drunk, on the contrary, she would remember everything she did clearly, but... if she drank, she would become very bold.

She accidentally glanced at Sherlock beside her, only to find that he was also looking at her.

"I, I..." Qinghe racked his brains to make up a reason for his polite refusal, "I may be a little allergic to alcohol."

If you don't drink on this occasion, it may make others feel that you are not easy to get along with.

She pursed her lips, and Sherlock's figure was clearly reflected in those big black eyes. She obviously didn't speak, but the meaning of "help me" had already been conveyed to Sherlock's heart too clearly.

The first step in weaning you off: not looking at you.

So Sherlock actually moved his eyes away after this brief eye contact, staring at the glass of wine, silent.

Sherlock suddenly remembered some instructions posted on the wall when he entered the rehabilitation center.

"Make a reasonable rehabilitation plan based on the actual situation, create various opportunities, and use various conditions to help relieve psychological problems." * "Enabling them to face the facts and accept themselves, which is more conducive to changing their weaknesses in character...Correct Dealing with a variety of behavioral and psychological issues..."*

He didn't need to go in there, it was his brother Mycroft who actually started to care about his physical condition and daily life.

That's what he said at the time——

"Oh my dear brother, you might as well go to a rehab center when you're all alone, at least there are nurses there to take care of you."

There was a hint of elitist sarcasm in Mycroft's tone that still echoed in his mind.

He didn't raise any objections, but he felt that the rehab center had made a mistake.

He, Sherlock Holmes, is not unable to accept himself, nor is he the kind of person who will constantly give up on himself because of something-God, you must know that during that period of time, he has handled more cases than before!

He simply couldn't accept that there was no one who was important to him in this world anymore.

...that's all.

What's more, after that incident, he seemed to be the only one in the whole world who still remembered Qinghe, and everyone else's memory of her disappeared.

This is simply too incomprehensible.

Totally a locked room murder—except that this world is that giant locked room.

So he came to New York, because she had mentioned this place.

Thinking of this, Sherlock took out his phone and turned to the number at the bottom of the address book.Clicking on the text message interface, there was no response to many of the messages he sent, and the bubbles in the chat box were all lonely small words, unread.

The detective thought again that he hadn't decided on a meeting place with that strange guy last time, so he thought about it and sent a message.

[Set the location. 】

Coincidentally, just after Sherlock finished sending this text message, Qinghe's mobile phone, who was sitting next to him, rang.

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The author has something to say: Good brothers are a bit busy these days at the end of the term.

Will update tomorrow.