[Comprehensive British and American] Collection tasks from aliens

Westerners always have an indescribable romantic feeling for Christmas. Because the beauty of Christmas has escaped the routine of life, the Christmas in their memories is not always very real.Therefore, people always attach importance to Christmas.It's like the orientals for the Spring Festival.

The white snow was falling like a beautiful day, and Sherlock Holmes's melodious violin music was playing slowly. At this time, there were already many people in the living room of 221B Baker Street.

"You play really well!" After Holmes put down the violin, Mrs. Hudson applauded Holmes and said, "Sherlock, you play really well. It sounds beautiful, but if you bring Christmas antlers It's even more perfect."

"Mrs. Hudson, there are some things that are always perfect, aren't they?" Holmes smiled.

"Oh, I don't need it." At this moment a woman handed Holmes some baked biscuits.Holmes said, "Thank you, Sarah."

The woman was a little embarrassed, not only because of Holmes' refusal, but also because of...

"Sorry, that's just how he is, he can't always remember people's names," Watson said.

"No, I have a good memory." I raised my eyebrows.It seems to be the opposite of Watson: "You bring different female friends every time. In fact, you have never even held hands, have you? Sarah is the doctor, and then you changed to another one with acne. Girl, after that is the one with the scent, who is after that boring teacher?" Holmes closed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something...

"Janet." Holmes smiled, and said to the woman, "You are Janet, you see, the elimination method came out immediately. But every time John got angry with me, he would bring a different girl back and dangle in front of my eyes. It's a test of my memory."

"..." Watson didn't know what to say, so he could only signal Janet to stay away from Holmes together.

"Ah, hello everyone." Jasmine walked in at this moment.Then I greeted everyone one by one.

"Rogge, Jasmine is greeting you." Watson poked Rogge at this moment, making Rogge recover from his own thoughts.

"Ah? What's the matter?" Rogge, who came back to his senses, took a look: "Jasmine, you're here."

"Ah, Merry Christmas." Jasmine said to Roger with a smile.

"What's wrong with you?" Watson asked Rogge curiously, "I've been looking at that handkerchief since you came back.

"It must be someone very important." Holmes said, "The handkerchief belongs to Roger, that's for sure, so if you keep staring at this handkerchief, it means that there is something worth noting on this handkerchief. I just observed it carelessly. When there is blood on the handkerchief, it means that someone's blood has stuck to the handkerchief, and with Rogge's actions, it means that the owner of the blood must have shed it for him. Judging from the area of ​​the blood It should be a big wound, but it is not the main bleeding area. It is speculated that it should be the palm or the arm..."

"Have you seen Kim?" said Holmes at last.

"Ah? What?" Rogge smiled: "How is it possible? You haven't found him, how could I see him. It's not like you don't know that I stay in the room every day."

"Isn't there still today?" Holmes raised his eyebrows: "Because the contact between blood and air will cause changes in the oxygen concentration inside, the color of fresh blood is bright red, and the color after solidification is dark red. After that, the color is It's red in sauce. It will turn black in the end... Judging from the color of the handkerchief now, it should only be a few hours. Moreover, there was nothing like this before you left."

"Okay, Sherlock." Seeing that Holmes seemed ready to continue, Watson cut him off decisively: "Today is Christmas."

"Okay, I see." Holmes shrugged, "That's good... By the way, Jasmine, you seem to have brought a lot of presents today. And among them, there is one that is very delicately packaged, which looks similar to the others. The ones are different, is this one for someone you like?"

"Yes, yes." Jasmine seemed a little embarrassed: "He already has a lover. But..." Speaking of this, she subconsciously looked at Watson and Janet who was sitting next to Watson: " But it looks like he broke up with his lover. So I was wondering... Is there still a chance. "

"That's it..." raised eyebrows: "It looks like you are very serious. The gift on the top is beautifully wrapped, which is a world of difference compared to other so-so ones. It is definitely for someone special. The red wrapping paper The same as the color of the lipstick, maybe it is undoubtedly a choice, or it may be because it is a hint, our Miss Hope is in love. And, hearing what you just said, it is obvious that you have longed for him..." So With that said, Holmes flipped open a layer on the package, wanting to have a look at the name.But when he saw the name, he froze.Because what was written impressively on the gift was: To my dearest Sherlock Holmes,

Love you, Jasmine, XXX.

Subconsciously glanced at Watson, then turned back to look at Jasmine.

"...I'm sorry," Holmes said.

"You always hurt people like this, don't you?" Jasmine smiled: "I think I understand your reaction just now, I probably have no chance." Jasmine's voice was a little relieved, but a little choked up.

"I'm sorry." Holmes apologized again: "Forgive me."

"Merry Christmas! Molly? Hope!" Having said this, Holmes gave Molly a hug.

"Ah~"

"Ah, don't get me wrong, that's not me!" Hearing this voice, the whole person panicked at this moment.

"It's not you, it's not you." Holmes nodded, "That's me."

"what?"

"Really?" Everyone present was a little surprised.

"I said that is my mobile phone." Holmes took out the mobile phone and looked at it: "I received a text message from my mobile phone."

"Seven." Watson said, "One a day is really punctual."

"So you've always counted?" Looking at Watson with teasing eyes, Holmes went straight to the fireplace, and took out a beautifully wrapped gift from the mantelpiece.

"..." Seeing the gift, Holmes was silent for a moment, "I'm sorry I have to excuse you." Saying this, Holmes walked into his room.

"What's the matter? Sherlock?" Watson yelled worriedly.

"That... I'm sorry, too." At this moment, Rogge stood up, put on his coat and walked out the door: "Merry Christmas, I have something to clarify. So, I'll be back later." Said like this After that, Roger left.

Holding the handkerchief tightly in his hand, Roger felt his heart was in a mess at this moment.It never occurred to him that Jin could be bled so without hesitation.Roger still remembers his mood a few hours ago, and the scene at that time...

"Is this enough? As I said, I'm really interested in you now." Although blood was dripping from his palm, Jin still smiled and said to Rogge: "I'm not a medical worker. I stopped the bleeding by myself, so now I'm in pain." Saying that, Jin raised his palm.

Roger quickly took out the handkerchief in his pocket, and helped Jin wipe the blood.Thanks to the fact that there are no major arteries in the palm of the hand.So not much blood flow.

"How? You know my heart." Looking at Rogge, Jin continued to express his heart.

"..." Roger didn't speak, because he didn't know what to say now.No one has ever treated him like this. He is still a rookie in love, and he can't stand such a shock at all. All his limited love experience is obtained from TV.In reality, all he saw were couples who separated because of some trivial things.

"I..." Rogge opened his mouth: "I'd better think about it, I need to go back. Sherlock and John are waiting for me..." Escaping is what Rogge wants and should do the most. matter.

"Yes dear." Jin did not stop Rogge's move: "But I want to tell you one thing, I will continue to wait for you here." Looking at Rogge, Jin said: "I will wait until the The next day, if you don't show up on the second day..." After thinking for a while, he said slowly.

"Even so, I won't let go."