[sherlock] It's mine, don't move!

Laboratory on the third floor of St. Barts Hospital

"Hey, I haven't seen Jasmine for a long time." Sherlock pushed open the door of the laboratory, and saw that the person he was looking for was sitting on a soft chair with a white coat and a straight back, staring at the microscope intently, wearing a white rubber coat. The gloved hand was still using the test tube to fiddle with the bloody piece of flesh in the glass vessel, which was no longer visible to the naked eye. A flash of nostalgia flashed in Sherlock's eyes, and he approached and stood still. Ask lightly: "Do you look okay?"

"Sherlock?" Jasmine stopped what she was doing, and looked at the tall and thin detective standing beside her in surprise.To be honest, Jasmine still couldn't believe that Sherlock had come to him.In the 221B party that day, she confessed to Sherlock in the kitchen, thinking that this person cut off contact with her because of this.

"Uh, it's me." Although Sherlock didn't understand the meaning of the word embarrassment, the atmosphere in the quiet and dark laboratory at this moment still made him a little uncomfortable, "Me and John's single night, we need to have a good time Design it, do you have any good ideas?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Mycroft told me on the phone 5 minutes ago that your bachelor night has already been arranged, so you don't need to worry about it anymore." Jasmine sat on the chair and turned to face Sherlock, who had already restrained his emotions, had a slightly gloating expression on his face, and even spread his hands to express that she was really helpless. Of course, the blood stains on the gloves looked particularly like an autopsy scene after a murder rather than The so-called ordinary meeting occasions.Both Sherlock and Jasmine subconsciously ignored this, no, it can also be said that they are already used to it.

"For God's sake! What the hell is Mycroft trying to do? What does it have to do with him when it's obviously me and John's single night?!!"

"God only knows, Sherlock."

"Really?"

"There are fake ones? If you don't believe me, you can ask Mycroft yourself."

"Didn't you come to help me because of the anger from the last party?"

"The ghost will take revenge on you so naively."

"Aren't you angry anymore?"

"Still angry!!!" At any rate, she had been in love for many years and finally mustered up the courage to confess with difficulty. In the end, she was directly rejected by this man, and ended in a fiasco!And because of this matter, she was drunk that night and almost vomited all the yellow bile, and a pitiful appearance of not wanting to be courted was displayed in front of Tom. Not only did she cause so much trouble with others, but she also lost her so much. ugly! !All of this has to blame Sherlock, it's all his fault!So, even though it was hard for her to understand that she didn't want to get entangled with Sherlock's affairs anymore, Jasmine decided not to forgive this bastard Sherlock easily in the past three years!

"Uh... The singles night plan I want to choose is a themed bar relay, what's the idea?" After the two quickly asked and answered this question, it was obvious that Jasmine was getting a little angry. Sherlock decided to choose a different topic.

"It's not good, it's too boring. I think it's more exciting to choose every street or crime scene where you have found a dead body to drink alcohol? Hmm... Subway stations or flyovers are also fine, find a place with a lot of people." Jasmine curled her lips. , waved his hand dissatisfied.Based on what she knew about Sherlock, who gave him such an ordinary idea?

"..." Sherlock stroked his chin, and suddenly thought, why didn't he realize that Jasmine's hobbies and interests were so similar to his?So, Mrs. Hudson's idea is very weak, look!They were all despised by Jasmine! !

"Okay, is there anything I can do to help?"

"You can't drink it, it will be ruined and your mood will be ruined." Sherlock deduced in his mind the serious consequences and chain reactions of Mrs. Hudson's nagging suggestion for two days. The original plan was carried out, but in view of McCoff's intervention, he just made a mistake and changed it a little bit.

"You're a pharmacist yourself, why don't you do the math yourself?" Jasmine put the rubber glass dropper in her hand on the tool rack, and looked at Sherlock with a puzzled expression.

"I lack experience." Sherlock paused before speaking.

"Then you think I like to drink and go to bars?" Jasmine raised her beautiful eyebrows, her eyes fixed on Sherlock.The tone was flat, but there was a faint feeling that a storm was about to come.

"From time to time." Sherlock glanced at Jasmine cautiously.I feel a little inexplicably in my heart, it seems that he should have said the wrong thing?

"You think I'm an alcoholic?" The corners of Jasmine's mouth curled up slightly, the volcano in her heart would erupt as soon as Sherlock said a little wrong next sentence, what would happen then, only God knows!

"No!" Sherlock quickly shook his head, pursed his lips slightly, and continued to change the subject, "I mean, you look good today, your hair is straight and smooth, your skin is as smooth as snow, your lips are plump, and your forehead is slightly red, you can tell at a glance... ..."

"The hair is straight because I straightened it three days ago and oiled it. The skin is snowy because I put on makeup. The full forehead is because I hit the car frame when I pushed the door of the car today... In short, I have a good life." Very good." Jasmine explained dryly.

"Then... who is that?" In other words, how many times has he changed the subject to Jasmine today?This unscientific!

"I ask you to save my boyfriend's name in the hard drive of your mind! His name is Tom Telford, not 'that who'!!" Jasmine raised her voice in dissatisfaction, and after feeling that she seemed to have overreacted, Taking a deep breath slowly, he explained, "He's a good man and he's not anti-social. The two of us are doing well."

"Who told you to change boyfriends as quickly as you change clothes, and who always remembers some unimportant people in your head?" If Sherlock remembers correctly, since he met Jasmine, this man named Tom has been Jasmine No.17 is now her boyfriend, and God knows if they can really get married?Judging from his experience, this time I'm afraid it's not safe either.

"Whose fault is this?!" What if she changed so many boyfriends without looking at who did it?Which of the boyfriends she changed didn't resemble Sherlock?Others said that it would be better to demolish ten temples than one marriage, which of her love affairs was not dismantled by Sherlock's unintentional actions!

"Okay, let's calculate the optimal alcohol intake of Watson, Lestrade, and Mycroft." Sherlock shook the windbreaker, opened one side, reached in and took out as if by magic. A large volume of thick documents with a yellow cover, on the cover is clearly printed six black bold words of 'Top Secret Files'.Sherlock directly slammed the information on the experimental table, opened it with his hand, and pushed it in front of Jasmine.

"Why do you have to count so many people?" Jasmine took off her rubber gloves, put her hands aside, and flipped through the information Sherlock brought.

"John and Lestrade have to make sure they don't get drunk, and then make John feel drunk." Put John and Lestrade together overnight, God knows how worried Sherlock is, after drinking Cases of disorderly sex are not uncommon, and this kind of hidden danger must be eliminated in advance and resolutely curbed!

"But, didn't Mycroft say that it has been arranged for you?"

"This special day is up to me!"

"And what about you and Mycroft?"

"Don't be afraid of this! The point is that it would be the best if Mycroft gets drunk and unconscious!!" The corner of Sherlock's mouth showed a strange and inexplicable smile under the dim light.He'll treat Mycroft to a meal he'll never forget on his bachelor's night!Who told McCoff to be so nosy about their bachelor night! !

"443.7 milliliters and 678.66 milliliters." An hour later, the final calculation results finally came out.

"443.7 milliliters is the weight of John and Inspector Lestrade, and 678.66 milliliters is based on the value that you are more favorable than Mycroft." Jasmine turned around and marked the data results with a pen on the newly taken out bold glass measuring cylinder On the scale, after finishing, stand up straight and explain to Sherlock who has been watching closely.

"Very good." Sherlock stuffed the four measuring cylinders into the windbreaker, patted the clothes with both hands, waved goodbye to Jasmine, and strode away from the laboratory.He has to hurry to find someone to practice the experimental data!Sherlock, who was walking accurately while running the practical candidate list in his mind at high speed, met an unexpected person in the stairs that must be passed in the laboratory.

"Hello, Mr. Holmes. Do you remember me? Jasmine's boyfriend." The same tall, thin, curly-haired man in a windbreaker and a plaid wool scarf called Sherlock from the stairs, before Sherlock looked at him. At the same time, he showed a shy and beautiful smile.

"Oh, your name is..." Sherlock stopped, condescendingly looking down at this man who was somewhat similar in appearance and appearance to him.Just now Jasmine seemed to have said, uh... he accidentally turned on the filtering program again.

"Tom Telford." Tom introduced himself again in a good-tempered manner.

"Oh hello Tom. Are you free now?"

"what?"

"Let's go out for a drink." Sherlock said blankly.

"Then I'll be disrespectful."

"Very good." It's so easy to abduct an experimental product so easily.

"Give us two beers." Sherlock led Tom to quickly shuttle through the stairs and corridors and escaped from the hospital as fast as possible, and then randomly turned into a bar decorated like a houseboat on the street next to the hospital.

"How many pints do you want?" asked the bartender who brought out a pair of glass beer glasses from under the bar counter.

"Use this." Pint?Don't know and don't need it!Sherlock took out two test tubes from his arms indifferently, pushed them to the muscular bartender with a black pirate skull logo on a white background, stared at him, and then showed a standard smile with eight teeth, " Fill me up to 443.7 and 678.66 ml, respectively."

"I heard from Jasmine that you're pretty good at drinking, so here's this for you." Sherlock put the beer measuring cylinder that was a lot higher than Tom with a 'thump', then took out his phone from his pocket and put it on the table On the table, set the time meticulously, and then reached out and pressed the timer.

"Still timing?" Tom looked up at the experimental tools on the table and then at Sherlock's actions, feeling incomprehensible.Could it be that as a great detective, even drinking beer is so different?

"This is a necessary procedure, cheers." Completely ignoring Tom's incredulous eyes, Sherlock glanced at the timer that had already started counting down from the corner of his eye, and said seriously that it was time to drink.

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"Jasmine, come to the bar to pick up who is this?"

"Who?"

"It's your current boyfriend anyway."

"..."

The experiment went well, and Sherlock was very satisfied with the results. W,, so, after turning off his cell phone, he happily walked out of the bar with a measuring cylinder in his pocket and took a taxi back to Baker Street.And Tom, who was lying limply on the floor, leaning on the leg of a wooden chair, singing an unknown song, obviously drunk and unconscious?Wasn't there a kissing girlfriend Jasmine who has been notified and is coming, maybe already on the way to take care of her?The author has something to say: The time is delayed today, I am very sorry