Sherlock Research SH

This is wrong.

"Where's John, Sherlock? I told him yesterday I needed him to come down and look at my hip. It's the weather, it sucks. Sherlock? Are you listening?" said Mrs. Hudson.

"He's out. Going on a date. The good news is, it's going to be the last time. We won't have to deal with the drunken doorbell in the middle of the night."

I know this is wrong.

Just as I knew John was breaking up with the freckled lady.

"Please don't prepare my breakfast, I'm going out."

She had just finished tidying up the refrigerator and left the shopping receipt on the table. "I'm not, Sherlock. I'm not your butler."

"Of course you're not, who says you are?" I enjoyed the way she said it, "but if you can prepare it for John, he might need a stiff drink when he gets back,"

As soon as I opened the noisy door of the cafe, I noticed two people leaning against the cashier.Dove Jones and Lestrade.I don't know what joke Lestrade said, which made her fall down laughing.Why is she laughing?She rarely smiles.But it was a wise move. When she smiled, her cheeks puffed out and her front teeth were exposed, her hair was still shaking in a mess. She was a chipmunk who was constantly scurrying but unique.She should have smiled less.

Lestrade went to see Mycroft again, and they seemed to enjoy Diogenes' puffs together in a good atmosphere.That pitifully small brain may not have guessed it, but I understand all the dealings between him and Mycroft.People's secrets are in my eyes put in a safe with a combination of zero and zero.I can't be bothered to turn the dial, and I can't be bothered to expose it.But she, she is no different from naked.

When I say "naked," I certainly don't mean grandiosely naked.This is just a metaphor.

She has no secrets, as if she has opened her honesty and put it in a book, rejecting the world while maintaining beauty alone.An eagerness that knows no danger.The more she hilariously gets rid of it, the more it makes people's hearts flutter.

How wrong it was.I actually used "mind wave".

"May I take a picture with you after ordering, Mr. Holmes?"

I was interrupted and looked up.A short, blond waiter stood in front of him with an eager face.

The cafe became busier for some reason, and Chatterjee called in several helpers.When there are too many people, everyone will start to neglect, which is common sense.She hasn't even noticed me sitting in the old seat until now.

"Go away." I turned my head to look at the reflection in the glass.

I know the little waiter made a bet with her friends on whether or not I'd follow them to the bar tonight.

Suddenly John walked past the window, frowning and looking sad.Looks like he and Miss Freckles ended up unhappy.He opened the door and saw me right away.

"You were here."

"I told Mrs. Hudson I wanted a strong drink, and she just gave you a sherry." I could smell it, with a keen nose.

"Why you...forget it. Waiter!" John beckoned.

This finally caught her attention.Lestrade followed him to the table with his eyes wide open in surprise.I'm sure he thought it was very interesting.He spotted me on my first step into the cafe.

"Oh Sherlock, John! What brought you two here? Dove and I were chatting there just now, and showed her some pictures. It's really delayed you..."

He called her Dove.

"Never mind. Hello." John nodded at her. "Can I have a bacon sandwich? And a pot of tea."

"No problem, sir." She turned to me. "Do you need something?"

"What picture?"

She blinked and smiled again. "I recommend the salami sandwich. What do you think?"

I did not speak.

It is not known how much Mycroft has mastered.He surrounded me with so-called eyeliners, blurring this nosy behavior into caring.I don't care that he's condescending to see my life in full view, except for this.This is personal privacy.And Lestrade was wagging his tail, expecting me to humbly beg him to hold back.Of course I wouldn't do that.He is really getting bigger and bigger.

"So, the Erin Adler case, let it go?" John pushed one of the plates towards me.

"There's nothing more I can do." But I can wait.The truth is much more than that.That woman comes to me when she needs me.I know that.

"Who is that lady?" he asked.

"Nobody. Just a café waiter." I took a sip of my coffee.This is the second time she has no sugar cubes.She was testing me to see how "mindful" I was.

"Oh, well." He frowned again, the bacon was obviously too hard, "It's nothing. It's just that you stared at it for too long. I thought she had some big secret."

"I'm watching Lestrade. He and his wife are back together. Poor thing."

"It's just that you don't look right." He pointed at the nape of his neck. "Is it because of those ket|amines? It's a lot, I must say."

"Definitely is."

~~~~~

Erin Adler is back.

The woman's return cast a shadow over Baker Street, and the long shadow even drew the determined Yankee to the apartment.

I gotta say, I kinda like that chair.

"Did you read my message?" Lestrade said with his arms crossed.

John once said that I believe I am above the law.Well, he was right.But when I control this "override" within a reasonable range, Lestrade will not seriously care about me as long as it is a misdemeanor within this range.I don't deny that there is a big reason for McCoff.Oh, by the way, Lestrade is preparing the paperwork for a divorce.

I took a small step back, symbolically making way for the paramedics. "You mean the one with the 'New Year's gift' attached? No, I didn't read it. I was pretty sure it was a virus program."

"Oh, I should have thought of that." He handed over his phone, "I was just going to share a few pictures with you."

I took it.Except for the slightly different angles, those photos are mostly the backs of the two people sitting in the interrogation room.She was so easy to spot.

"So, are you going to tell me what happened?"

"Of course I would. Jones and her brother were brought in."

"If you're not going to tell me something that I can't tell from the picture..." I turned around.A good way to deal with Lestrade's game is to not have his way.

"Okay well, although I'm not sure what happened next, her brother insisted that Donovan give them to Demo," he said the name rather unhappy, but quickly adjusted, "Demo Inspector Mo, you should have some impression. Anyway, what I was told was that her brother had a quarrel with a man, probably said some nasty things, and finally punched him in the face a few times. Good guy, half of his face is covered Cyan."

"Why are her hands wrapped in bandages? Was she hurt?"

"A slight sprain is not a big problem. Women are not good at using fists."

"What do you mean 'not good with fists'?"

Lestrade gestured twice with his fist raised, and said triumphantly, "If you don't pay attention to the angle and strength, you punch like a kitten."

She never tires of doing surprise attacks.

I mean, she's definitely an interesting enough read that if it had illustrations, I might buy two more.It was really new, the first time I wanted to know a person and her life.That's right, it's not to see through, but to understand.The food I like, the wish I look forward to, and the dream I have.

I get bored.

It's all her fault.

I have to go to bed early today.

I also did go to bed earlier than usual.John kept asking me what I thought of Eileen Adler, and I had to go back to my room and lie down as soon as the New Year's bell struck.He thinks I'm hurt.You may be right again, I do feel hurt.I need to admit that woman is smart enough to even fool me twice.It's a mystery, and I appreciate mysteries, especially when they're fascinating.But for me, this mystery is on a par with my unsolved case.If John is convinced that I have some special affection for this, well, I put them all in the same drawer in the Mind Palace and wished me a Happy New Year.

I close my eyes.When I'm not having an exciting case, I'm usually able to quickly fall into a restful sleep.

But tonight was clearly not such a peaceful night.

I turned on the light when I heard intermittent yelling.It is now two sixteen.

I looked out through the gauze curtain.It was so dark that I found nothing but drunken shouting.But just when I was determined to lie down, I suddenly heard the movement clearly.

"Lettuce Lettuce! Let go of your long hair!"

I opened the window, and through the light from the room, I saw her blushing face with squinted eyes. "Wrong window. Try 221C." I yelled back at her.

What are you talking about, her surprise attack.

If she hadn't laughed so much tonight, I'd suspect she wasn't really drunk at all.She was climbing the rainwater pipe nimbly.My window was a bit short for her, and she straddled one leg and curled up with the rest.

She was drenched, dripping down her pants onto the carpet.Why is she always wet?Last time it was a shower, what is it this time?swim?I brushed the weeds from her hair.

"You're in London, looking for a place with weeds to swim?" I threw the weeds out of the window.

She didn't speak, and sat by the window very calmly.Except a little wobbly, making her look like a misbehaving Peter Pan.

"Come down from above." Otherwise, he would be the second person to fall out of the window today.This is definitely beyond my "override" range.I grabbed her arm and gave it a tug, not noticing the plaster cast.She grinned in pain.

"Happy New Year, Sherlock," she said, frowning, crossing her arms.

"Thank you. Now, if you don't mind, go home through the front door." She's been in this room for 2 minutes, and I'm already distracted.

"It's too hot outside, it's just right for you." She whimpered around me, lay face down on the bed, and muttered under the quilt with a strong nasal voice, "I'm going to eat your jaw."

"How much did you drink?"

"Uh... a bite or two." She kicked her shoes on the bed a few times.I think it's almost like drinking a barrel or two.

"What happened to your hand?"

"Oh..." She rolled over and put her head between my pillows, "Steven...Steven do you remember? Finn bumped into him. He said to Finn ...Well, I said some nasty dirty words, so I punched him a few times." She closed her eyes and pointed to the tip of her nose, "Here," she nodded her lips, "Here..." She stopped suddenly Come down, open your mouth slightly, and don't move.

"Miss Jones?"

She shook her head and sighed.

"Dorph?"

"...jaw," she responded weakly.

I was supposed to put her on my shoulders, go to his "override" range, and throw her out the window.This is the second floor, and it won't cause any serious problems if you fall it once.

"Because of humanity, you can just sleep on the sofa overnight."

I opened the door and saw John rubbing his neck half asleep.He buttoned his shirt askew, wearing only one slipper, and said slowly, "I heard the shout. Did you hear the shout? Should we call the police? Is there... a woman on your shoulder?"

"I think so. Don't worry, go to sleep. Sweet dreams." I threw her on the couch and grabbed another blanket and covered her from the soles of her shoes to the top of her head.

"Is she American?" John continued.

"Yeah, she's a spy. Sent by an agency to ruin my night. Can I borrow your phone?"

He took out the cell phone in his pocket.It seems that they really plan to call the police.

I found Lestrade in the address book. After editing the information, I immediately threw the phone back to John.I am so sleepy.

"Hey. Why are you saying 'Please, don't tell Mycroft'? What do you mean? What happened?"

I closed the door.

The author has something to say:

happy New Year!

This unexpectedly did not get stuck for a long time