[Comprehensive wear] You will get used to it

Sherlock carried the newspaper between his hands and went upstairs feeling comfortable with breakfast for two. John glanced at him and asked, "Sherlock, did anything good happen?"

"Yes, Moriarty saved me lunch money," said Sherlock, starting to rummage through the bedroom.

John didn't understand what Sherlock meant, and seeing him throw all the things in the drawer on the ground, he quickly asked, "Sherlock, what are you looking for, I'll help you."

Sherlock straightened up immediately, and said to John: "Oh, I want a beautiful card, thank you." Then he walked to the dining table and ate breakfast in peace, obviously intending to give up.

John felt that the reason why Sherlock littered the drawers so much was for him to stand up and help when he saw it, but who made him more tidy than Sherlock!John sighed, ran back to his room, spent ten minutes looking for a small dozen cards and handed them to Sherlock, "Find one you like."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, looked at John and asked, "Why are you preparing so many cards?"

"Don't look at me that way." John immediately understood that Sherlock had misunderstood the purpose of preparing these cards, and quickly explained: "Every time I send gifts to family and friends, I will write one or two cards. Never send gifts to Mycroft, and you don't understand the precious meaning of such small details."

"Yes, yes, sweet little John, huh!" Sherlock sneered, chose a light blue card from a pile of cards, and seriously wrote a row of cursive characters on it.

"Dear Liu, I hope you like this bouquet, Sherlock. Where did you get the flowers, Sherlock?" John asked after reading the above words.

"Moriarty is ready for me. Oh, sometimes I really think Moriarty is a sweet little cutie, which makes me want to grab him even more," Sherlock said.

"Sherlock, you won't give the flowers that Moriarty gave you again?" John asked in disbelief.

"No!" Sherlock bluntly denied John's conjecture. He took out the card written by Moriarty from his pocket and put it in front of John, saying, "Moriarty bought a bouquet of flowers for Liu. , I found it in the corridor, of course I wouldn't let Moriarty get away with it, would I?"

"Sherlock, your character is getting worse and worse!" John said with a smile.

Sherlock lifted his chin proudly, "I can always exceed the highest standard."

John immediately poured cold water on him, "It's not easy for people with poor character to find a lover."

"I trust Liu's vision!" Sherlock was still very confident.

"The problem is that I also believe in Liu's vision." John felt that people with real vision would never choose Sherlock. Of course, Moriarty's chances would not be great. Sherlock isn't as bad as Moriarty, and he's undeniably bad.

After Sherlock burned Moriarty's card, he ran downstairs and stuffed his own card into the bouquet. He specially adjusted the position of the card, and only addressed Mrs. Hudson after he felt it was perfect. shouted from the room: "Mrs. Hudson, who is this bouquet for?"

"Sherlock, it's for Liu." Mrs. Hudson replied.

"Oh, I just want to go upstairs to find Liu, let me help you send the flowers up!"

"Okay, Sherlock, it's rare for you to be kind," said Mrs. Hudson.

Sherlock pursed his lips and smiled, and went up to the third floor with the flowers in his arms.

When Yang Yi received the flowers, he was full of doubts, because this bouquet of flowers smelled like at least four people, and it was slightly pungent. The unique smell of the laboratory mixed with the faint fragrance of washing powder belonged to Sherlock, with a faint orchid smell. It belonged to Mrs. Hudson, and the smell of Chanel No. [-] belonged to an unknown lady, and the strongest of them was a special cologne smell, which came from the person Yang Yi just met last night. The eccentric Mr. Kim Moriarty.

"So, you went to the 24-hour flower shop two streets away this morning in your silk pajamas and bought me this bouquet?" Yang Yi glanced up and down at the blue silk pajamas on Sherlock. Said.

Sherlock choked for a moment, he felt that he might have underestimated Yang Yi's IQ, and even neglected this detail in a moment of excitement.

"I couldn't fall asleep, so I went out to enjoy the cold wind to wake me up." Sherlock said with an excuse.

Yang Yi obviously didn't believe it, "It's still raining outside now, even if you are holding an umbrella, Mr. Holmes, your pajamas can't be so dry, at least the trousers should be stained with some water. So, please tell me this bundle Where did the flowers come from?"

"Okay, okay." Sherlock said with a compromising look, "This bouquet was given to Mrs. Hudson. I saw it and asked her to borrow it. I will return it to her." Yes, I promise."

"Up to you." Yang Yi didn't believe that Moriarty would send flowers to Mrs. Hudson, unless the two were related in some way, but it was too coincidental, and who would give an old lady a hundred flowers? Branch forget-me-not!But if Sherlock is lying, his disguise is really good, whether it is expression or movement, there is no trace of guilt in any subtle place.

Sherlock put his hands in the pockets of his nightgown, tilted his head and asked, "So, you're not angry anymore?"

"I've never been angry with you!" Yang Yi said, and then closed the door in front of Sherlock.

Sherlock didn't hit his nose again this time, he was prepared in advance when he saw Yang Yi grabbing the doorknob just now, and he took a step back when the door closed.

Facing the somewhat yellowed door panel, Sherlock chuckled twice. Not only did Yang Yi's sharp debunking of his lies not displease him, but it made him more interested in Yang Yi. Sherlock felt that he could teach Yang Yi Yi his deductive method, so that the two will not lack a common language.Moreover, Yang Yi is not afraid of corpses, Sherlock thinks that next time he receives some simple cases, he can take Yang Yi over to observe them.

In the next two days, Yang Yi visited the whole of London, had a good time eating, drinking and having fun, but Sherlock didn't have a good time. Almost all the places where the victims might go have been investigated from the family and friends of the victims, but there is still no clue.

After running for several hours, Sherlock and John found a fast food restaurant and sat down. John slumped on the stool with a sigh of relief after ordering, and said, "Those guys must be hiding too deeply!"

"Researching new drugs is very difficult and requires a lot of research expenses, so what we are looking for is a large enterprise or a billionaire, which is not an easy task." Sherlock said, and then put his hands together He poked it on his chin, closed his eyes and started sorting out all the clues he got in the past two days, analyzing their usefulness, and then screening, deleting all useless memories, leaving the ones he thought were useful for further integration, hoping to finally Get leads that are good for the case.

"We must catch the mastermind behind it. The fewer cases of drug trafficking, the better." John said. He investigated many cases with Sherlock and met many criminals. A little white powder or a white pill can destroy a person or a family, which is more terrifying than a murderer.

"Impossible. If a large drug den is destroyed, dozens or even hundreds of small dens will emerge. Human desires are endless. Drugs, things that bring people desire, no one in this world People can’t refuse. The reason why most people don’t touch it is because they don’t have the opportunity to get in touch, and secondly, drug dealers generally don’t use much temptation to get people addicted to drugs. Something will happen." Sherlock said after sorting out his memory.

"Sherlock, can't you let me have some good wishes?" John said.

"Oh? You will have beautiful wishes. How many times have you been on the battlefield, seen blood, and killed people? These are destined to make you impossible to think of beautiful things. You are more realistic than ordinary people. And There is nothing beautiful in the present world, even if it looks beautiful, the core is black and smelly. People have always been selfish creatures, John." Sherlock said.

Although Sherlock would talk about his thoughts about John every time, John would not pay much attention to it most of the time, but when it came to the things in the deepest part of his memory that he didn't want to touch, John couldn't keep calm.Of course, he knew that it was completely useless to lose his temper with Sherlock, the angrier you were, the happier Sherlock was, so John took a few deep breaths, intending to turn his anger into appetite.

John turned to see when the waiter was bringing their food, just in time to see a man in a long black cloak and hood walking past the door.John has a good memory for identifying people, even if he didn't see the other person's appearance, he quickly guessed the other person's identity from the other person's walking posture.

"Hey, Sherlock, do you think that's Liu?" John said, pointing to the street outside the glass window.

Sherlock turned his head to take a look, he squinted his eyes, then stood up immediately and ran out.

Yang Yi walked slowly on the street leaning on a cane. This street has a history of two to three hundred years, and every corner of the street has traces of time. Yang Yi walked on it and had the illusion of returning to hundreds of years ago. .Today he passed by a street and found that the name of the street was very strange, but it was indeed the street he used to live in, and even the house he used to live in was still there.

In fact, Yang Yi knew very well that it was not the real one he lived in before, it was just the same house in the same place.No matter which space it is, this house is where it should be. Yang Yi has just been its owner in a certain period of time in a certain space, but this house has never belonged to him in this space. .

Although he understood it in his heart, Yang Yi still felt his heart felt empty. In this cold season, in today's deserted weather with light snow on the road, all those beautiful and warm memories from the past emerged.However, the more memories there are, the more empty Yang Yi's heart becomes, because the lost beauty will never come back.

Just when Yang Yi felt heartbroken and lonely, Sherlock suddenly stood in front of him, showed him a seemingly bright smile, and said, "Liu, John and I are eating at the fast food restaurant opposite. Come lunch with us!"

With Sherlock's arbitrary decision, normally Yang Yi would turn around and leave, but now he suddenly wants to stop, wants to go to a warm restaurant, have a meal with people he knows, and always eat alone. Sometimes it will be really lonely.

"Okay, you lead the way."