Molly, Molly!

Shuttle among the various instruments, Molly had a comfortable expression on her face.Under the baggy white coat is a tacky red sweater and paired with jeans that were only in fashion last time. Molly's apparent age is much older than the number on her ID card.

She is not a person who likes to dress up, let alone when her head is wrapped in thick gauze.She thought her silly gauze was enough to draw everyone's attention away from her rustic attire.Look, what a foolish wretch this is.

She had almost forgotten the existence of Sherlock Holmes, and only when she was free at night, the pain in her head reminded her that she had no memory of that man other than who caused this bad luck.

However, all this is based on the fact that she is not lucky enough to meet Holmes for the second time.

Molly couldn't remember exactly what the weather was like in the morning, but in her mind, it could only be a dark cloud.In order to ensure the experimental materials, there is no other light in the laboratory except for the light of incandescent lamps.So when she looked up and saw a shadow, Molly's first reaction was, hell.

As an atheistic forensic doctor, her profession cannot prevent her female nature.He opened his mouth reflexively, and quickly covered his mouth before screaming.

Because the other party was backlit, Molly didn't see the other party's face clearly at first glance, but the light from behind was enough for Molly to see the other party's curly hair clearly.Frowning, a murderous look flashed in her eyes, and Molly had already recognized who the other party was.

It's unbelievable that this guy dared to appear in front of her. He reached into the pocket of his coat, but he didn't find the familiar touch. Before he had time to show a puzzled expression, she felt the person in front of him quickly let go of his hand. , took a step back, shook his hand towards her, and raised a sharp light on his waving left hand.

"Give me back my knife!" Molly didn't have time to say anything else, she just stepped forward quickly, trying to take the scalpel from Sherlock's hand.It's just that she seems to have forgotten the huge height difference between the two.

Her body fell forward, but she was getting closer and closer to her goal. Even Molly, who was still expressionless, had a hint of panic in her eyes.No girl would have any liking for a potentially disfiguring fall.

However, before touching the ground, Molly was caught in the embrace of men's perfume.Her eyes widened in surprise, but Molly couldn't help stretching out her hand, and pushed the person in front of her away violently, bursting out with unprecedented strength.

Sherlock obviously did not expect that his momentary kindness would be rewarded like this.In a daze, he was pushed to the ground.

The two sat on the ground facing each other, Sherlock quickly disappeared the surprise on his face, and a trace of inquiry appeared in his eyes.However, Molly was holding her breath, and there was still a trace of panic on her face that hadn't recovered.Obviously, being in such close contact with Sherlock was something more frightening to her than disfigurement.

"Are you okay?" Molly asked with some concern after a long time before she remembered the poor man who was pushed away by her, and also forgot the previous grievances.

He just glanced at Molly indifferently, Sherlock didn't speak, but he raised his hand, and there was a scratch on the hand holding the scalpel just now.It wasn't very deep, but there was blood too.

"I'm really sorry." Molly got up quickly, "I'll take you to find gauze." But before she could stand still, Molly fell forward suddenly and hit the front cabinet full of glass instruments. Tried to hold the cabinet steady, but a glass beaker shattered before her eyes.

She sighed, but her body shook again. Obviously, the violent exercise had caused a little burden on her head that had not fully recovered. She sat down a little dizzy, but her hands felt pain when she supported the ground.God, she had forgotten the crumbs on the ground.

Sherlock, who had been looking at her, had a trace of helplessness across his face. It was an indelible shame in his life to have inquired and wondered about the person in front of him.

"Where are the gauze and tweezers?" Sherlock asked lightly, obviously he could only rely on himself now.Although he was an arrogant person, his good upbringing for so long also made him unable to let a lady be in an injured state.

I was stunned for a moment, and soon my body reacted first and pointed to the cabinet with medical equipment.After lamenting that she was indeed a single-celled animal, Molly looked at Sherlock's back.

Sherlock was thin and slender, and this strong height difference was more obvious when Molly was sitting on the ground, that guy almost blocked all her light.It's really annoying, especially for a girl like her who drinks milk but doesn't grow tall.

It's just that Sherlock's movements are always very fast, so Molly didn't have too much time to think about it. When Molly realized it again, Sherlock had already crouched in front of Molly.

Not stupid enough to squat near the glass slag, but chose the other side.Even though he was squatting like this, Sherlock's back was straight and his face was expressionless. Such a Sherlock, it seemed, unexpectedly... deserved a beating.

It's just that when the other party lowered her head and began to look at the hand that she didn't know when she stretched out in front of the other party, Molly felt that her mood was much better.Could it be that all her bad luck came from the face of the other party?There might be a point, though.If there is a problem with the aura, then she is likely to have an unfortunate accident when the other party is in the same place as her.

Now it seems that all the misfortunes happened because she saw Sherlock's face.Stop, stop, why is there a strange digression in her mind.How could she feel that she was coveted by Sherlock Holmes and would be unlucky to every young maiden who saw his face?Oh dear, she really hadn't any intentions of Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

She wanted to quickly climb away from the scene, but suddenly remembered that the side without Sherlock was full of shards of glass. It turned out to be an extravagant wish to get away from Sherlock. She didn't want to get hurt, so she could only keep still .It's just that her body seems to be out of her control because of her weird guess.

Curse or something, the most annoying thing, she didn't start shaking because she was afraid of everything!

Sherlock feels that human beings are really a kind of magical creature. He can see the truth of many things, but he can't see people's hearts and emotions. At least he doesn't know what the woman opposite him is afraid of.He was too lazy to use elegant words like lady to describe the other party.Of course, all of this is his mental activity, and he won't say it out loud, but he has a hunch that the other party is definitely not trembling because of the pain.

So, what is going on here, the head that is running at high speed can't think of the reason why the woman in front of me is abnormal, the machine has never been able to match the human brain, at least the current Sherlock Holmes can't understand the majority of human beings very well. mixed emotions.