Molly, Molly!

Chapter 4 Who Eats the Apple

Ignoring Mrs. Hudson's ambiguous smile, Molly just picked up an apple from the fruit bowl as usual.By the way, moving the scalpel from behind to in front of her, Molly didn't ignore Sherlock's sharp gaze.Turning the apple skillfully, the scalpel left smooth marks on the apple, and the long peels were connected together.

She has never practiced the so-called apple-peeling skills, but just holding the knife, Molly feels that she has infinite power.

Sherlock Holmes has been unpredictable since he heard Molly's words, but even if it is normal, it is difficult to see anything from his expression, but after seeing Molly's scalpel, his eyes flickered After a touch of surprise.

In his guess, Molly's career should be related to chemistry, but he didn't expect that she was a forensic doctor.The reason why he didn't doubt the profession of a doctor was because Holmes felt that the person in front of him would never have the potential to be a doctor. In comparison, even the profession of forensic medicine surprised him enough.

However, a strange light flashed in Sherlock's eyes, and his experiment site seemed to be lost.In his opinion, the woman in front of him was the type who would never reject people.Although he is a little disdainful, people with this personality are always unexpectedly useful sometimes.

A smile suddenly appeared on her face, more sincere than before, Molly handed the apple to Sherlock, suppressing her schadenfreude, "Here you are." She didn't believe that Mrs. Hudson was here, and Sherlock Holmes also will refuse.

However, Molly didn't know one thing, Sherlock Holmes was never a man who could be judged by common sense.

Facts have proved that if Sherlock Holmes with pseudofacial paralysis really wanted to act, he would definitely be an Oscar-level actor.A smile suddenly appeared on his face. While Molly was slightly dazed, Sherlock took the apple, but quickly handed it to Mrs. Hudson, "You are the one who needs the apple the most." He glanced at Molly with a similar and condemning look.

The corner of her mouth twitched, and Molly said that she suddenly didn't understand the situation, but, what's going on?No matter how wicked she is, she can't let Mrs. Hudson eat this apple.

Quickly snatching the apple, a flattering smile appeared on Molly's face, "I suddenly feel a little hungry, Auntie, can you give it to me?" Blood dripped silently in her heart, and Molly felt that even before Such an unlucky experience did not make her so ashamed.

Sure enough, her bad luck grew squarely after she met Sherlock Holmes.

Nima, this is more than Mars and the earth, this is simply incompatible, either the fire is extinguished by water, or the water is evaporated by life.Sure enough, cherish life and stay away from Holmes.

Silently biting the apple, Molly always felt that there was a strange taste in the apple.She obviously has to use disinfectant to disinfect the scalpel every day, why does she still feel this way.Resisting the urge to vomit, Molly silently looked up at Sherlock.

Nima, this Hun Dan actually smiled again, don't think that you are a facial paralysis so I can't see the smile hidden in your eyes.And what's the matter with this surprised expression, dammit, is this despising my IQ?

Thinking of this, Molly found that the apple in her mouth was not so unbearable anymore, biting it viciously, Molly thought that it would be best for Sherlock not to fall into her hands one day.

She'll treat him well, his dead body.But according to this kind of bad calculation, Nima might really choke to death by water one day, or... "Ahem", dammit, she got stuck in an apple before she finished speaking.

"Come on, water." Seeing that Molly was choking on tears, Mrs. Hudson immediately brought a glass of water.After receiving the water with red eyes, Molly took a sip and felt that she was healed.

Sensing that someone took her own water, Molly looked at Mrs. Hudson with some gratitude, but she didn't see any glass of water in Mrs. Hudson's hand when her eyes were dim with tears.

Turning her head to Sherlock Holmes, who was holding a glass of water in his hand, she suddenly felt that no matter how bad a person is, there will be a kind side. Molly suddenly heard Sherlock's voice.

"Mrs. Hudson, is this water poured from the cold water glass on the table?" Although it was a question, Sherlock's tone was very plain.

Mrs. Hudson was surprised, she didn't seem to know why Sherlock would suddenly ask such a question, "Yes."

"If I'm not wrong, then you just took the water out of the refrigerator."

The tone was still calm, but Molly heard a smile, and raised her eyes to look at Sherlock, but was staggered by the other party when her eyes just touched the other's face.

"If I remember correctly, such a diet is prone to diarrhea." Sherlock spoke again, this time with a smile that even Mrs. Hudson could hear clearly.

Molly looked at Sherlock, opened her mouth slightly, but before she could say anything, she suddenly felt a cramping pain in her stomach, and turned her eyes to Mrs. Hudson, who hadn't wiped away her tears. Molly could only There was a whine, "Auntie, where is the toilet?"

Hugging her belly, Molly almost curled up and moved out of the toilet. She couldn't remember how many times she went to the toilet, nor how long she stayed in the toilet, but she just hoped it was her Came out of the toilet for the last time.

She originally thought that meeting Sherlock would only cause her to choke to death on an apple, but unexpectedly, she underestimated Sherlock and herself, and she forgot that there is another way to die in the world called dehydration.

Holding on to the wall, Molly felt her legs were trembling, she couldn't see what was in front of her clearly, she just felt a little dizzy in front of her eyes.Her stomach was singing empty plans, but Molly didn't plan to eat anywhere with Sherlock Holmes, and God knows why that damn guy hasn't left!

However, it was not until Sherlock Holmes put down the book in his hand, stood up, raised a slight arc, and told Mrs. Hudson that he went back to the room first, that Molly realized that this guy was actually Just live here.

However, he just took a step forward silently, and saw Holmes close the door. It was not a heavy close, and he didn't make a sound that he wanted to, but sometimes you have to admit that this world is wonderful, at least for a while. A magical physical phenomenon called resonance.

It seemed that Mrs. Hudson's calling came from her ear, but Molly couldn't tell where the sound was coming from. She just raised her head slightly, and Molly suddenly felt that her eyes were dark.

Sherlock Holmes, even if you leave, can't you do some good things!

Mrs. Hudson looked at the fainted niece in front of her, and the corner of her mouth couldn't help twitching.After being dazed for a moment, she seemed to remember something and ran out in a hurry, "Sherlock, come quickly, Molly has fainted." She was knocked unconscious by an ornament brought back from Egypt.

Sherlock Holmes had just stepped up the steps when he heard Mrs. Hudson's voice. In fact, he had been expressing puzzlement that Mrs. Hudson insisted on welcoming her niece at his place.He didn't believe Mrs. Hudson's gas was broken at all, but Mrs. Hudson was considered a good elder in his heart, so he acquiesced in her behavior, but he didn't expect to see Now for the funny scene.

Even if it didn't show on his expression, Sherlock was undoubtedly in a good mood, but he didn't expect this unlucky-looking lady to be so unlucky.If the other party didn't have special hobbies, they wouldn't deliberately make themselves so embarrassed when visiting other people's homes, high heels, clothes, scalpels, Sherlock's eyes flashed a sly.But soon Mrs. Hudson's cry woke him up.

Turning around and walking downstairs, looking at Molly lying on the ground, as a fairly standard British gentleman, Sherlock's first reaction was not to save her, but to sigh with emotion. He, who has always been atheist, had to I feel that God does sometimes do some interesting things, for example, the luck of the lady in front of me.

Speeding up his pace, Sherlock picked up Molly who was lying on the ground, turned his head calmly and said to Mrs. Hudson, "Did you call?" Seeing Mrs. Hudson's hasty behavior, Sherlock stood But he didn't think of putting Molly down, but after a while, he walked downstairs.This is undoubtedly the most convenient way for first aid, but Sherlock didn't realize that this seemed to be an exception for his few close encounters with women.