[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is suspected of being a psychic

After eating a good lunch, Sherlock continued to lazily lie on the sofa and read the newspaper, while playing the latest social news. If he added a phonograph with an old CD, he would basically be ahead of schedule. old age.What's more, there is Zhang Yu, a full-time housekeeper, who serves coffee and afternoon tea, which is much more nourishing than McCoff, who has been singing nervously all year round.

However, as soon as the bell struck two o'clock in the afternoon, a strong white light flashed outside the window of 221B Baker Street. Sherlock only had time to throw himself on the sofa before being rushed to him by the airflow from the weak port, making him He lost consciousness completely.

Zhang Yu was training obediently according to the plan next door. She also heard the loud noise outside. She was tripped by the sudden earthquake and fell to the ground. When she recovered from the excessive noise, she heard the voice of passers-by outside. Scream and cry.

The knock on her leg was not heavy. She quickly got up from the ground and leaned over to the window. The glass was already shattered all over the floor. She carefully picked up the curtains that were about to break into pieces and looked out. Hollow, and still steaming black smoke.

She subconsciously ran back.Sherlock's room is directly opposite to the center of the explosion, and it's already so tragic that his side is farther away. Will he be more unlucky there?Nothing will happen to people, right?

"Sherlock, Sherlock..."

Sherlock vaguely heard someone calling his name, but he was doing experiments in his room, so he didn't want to pay attention at all.While still shaking the black reagent in his hand, the door of the room was opened.

Sherlock looked outside impatiently, and saw Issa coming in with a cup of black coffee.But today's Issa seems to be different from usual. She is wearing a nude wrap dress with a high v-neck and high heels that are more than ten centimeters, leaning lazily on the door.

She usually has a plain face and put on makeup this time. The blush on her cheeks is just right, the pink lip color makes her look younger than usual, and there is a touch of purple eye shadow on the corners of her eyes. If it wasn't for the wrong location, Sherlock would have thought she was dating someone.

Although Yisa pushed the door open, she didn't intend to come in. Instead, she just stood at the door carelessly fiddling with her nails, occasionally raised her head to look at the people in the room, and spoke in a cool tone. : "Sherlock, are you going to just let me stay at the door and not invite me in? I may be dating a professor I just met next week, and maybe you will give me a short vacation then?"

"professor?"

Sherlock had some doubts that Issa was joking.Which professor does she know?But it seems that Isa really knew someone a while ago, and that person chased after her the first time she saw Isa. If she hadn't pulled her away last time, she probably would have danced with that person.

No, when did the dancing happen?It seems to be another suitor of Issa.What a headache but quick little hassle.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly, making it difficult to see the look inside, "It depends on whether you are willing to stay at home or go out. You are free in my thinking palace, and you can choose what you want at will. It's up to you."

After hearing this, Issa breathed a sigh of relief, and thanked him happily: "That's good, I really hate the life of being treated as a decoration at home all the time. I have to find fun by myself."

"Is that so? You don't like being with me?"

Sherlock was not very happy, and did not want to hide this doubt.However, after saying this sentence, Sherlock regretted it a little.This is not something he should say.

As expected, Issa nodded resolutely, and looked at Sherlock with ironic eyes, and there was a needle hidden in the sweet words he said: "How could it be? Issa can't leave you, and I can't leave you. However, you are indeed a not very likable guy, and you don't bother to please Issa. How could Issa like you?"

"Are you talking about Issa's own thoughts? Or mine?"

"As you said just now, it depends on you. Maybe. But, you are just a fool who likes others. Sherlock, you don't need love, you can't have weaknesses..."

"Sherlock! Sherlock!..."

The pale patient lying on the hospital bed opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the ceiling above his head and John and Mrs. Hudson who were nervous on one side.

He didn't see Issa, but Sherlock's expression didn't change at all. Instead, he sat up without hesitation, and was about to get out of bed after throwing off the quilt.

As the only man, John immediately rushed forward to stop him: "Sherlock, you can't be stupid. You were just hit by the aftermath of the rape, and you still have a slight concussion. You need to rest first."

Sherlock's sharp eyes glanced at his best friend in front of him, and John couldn't help but lose the battle. While making bravado, he raised his voice and said, "Sherlock, Sherlock, I know you are in a hurry to handle the case, but You must first have a good body, otherwise you will not be able to catch the criminal even if you see it! Besides, the Baker Street bombing has been taken over by the police, and you will be able to see Lestrade in a short time. There is no need to do it now go out!"

Sherlock stood motionless, but John didn't dare to relax in the slightest.As long as Sherlock encounters a case, the whole person will become like a child. As his friend and roommate, he must stop Sherlock's irresponsible behavior.

Stopped by John and hearing voices outside the door, Sherlock finally gave up his plan to go out, turned around and quickly took off his shoes and went to bed.The unexpected speed of compromise caused John, who had thought there would be a big battle, to feel a subtle sense of loss, and felt something was wrong in his heart.

It's just that in the next second he understood the reason for Sherlock's behavior.

Because, here comes Issa.

Zhang Yu was really busy turning her head today. Since the explosion in the afternoon, her hands and thinking have not stopped working, it's like a clockwork machine.

As soon as Zhang Yu returned to 221B, Zhang Yu went straight to the living room on the second floor, and Sherlock was staying here, but at this time, Sherlock had already passed out on the sofa, and the usually handsome gentleman suddenly turned into a sloppy tramp.

One of the shoes flew off, because Mrs. Holmes left and changed into the loose pajamas, and her usually fluffy hair was already stained with dust and stuck to her face, making her look dirty.Fortunately, his posture is not very obscene, and most of his body is on the sofa, which is also convenient for Zhang Yu, who is a little bit disgusted, to clean up his image for him.

He made a phone call to the hospital, took Mrs. Hudson who had just returned from dancing, and accompanied Sherlock to the hospital. Although Sherlock received preferential treatment because of Sherlock's familiar face, Zhang Yu did all the errands, registration, and examination by himself. of.

After all this, Zhang Yu felt more tired than she had been exercising at her maximum intensity for a day.However, this is not over yet, because the explosion was at 220 Baker Street, Lestrade also found Sherlock by the way.Zhang Yu had to go down to pick up the inspector, and help answer some on-site questions by the way.

Fortunately, John was notified by phone, and Jasmine also came up to help, otherwise Zhang Yu would have to maintain a state of disability and resolve everything by himself.That was too scary.

While talking with Lestrade, he opened the door and entered the room, and what Zhang Yu saw was the scene of Sherlock flashing into the quilt.

It was not easy to see such a poor Sherlock. Although she was tired, Zhang Yu was still full of joy. She leaned against the wall with her arms folded, and mercilessly teased Sherlock who was obediently going to bed: "Our big detective, You don't have to go to bed in such a hurry. Your pajamas didn't get ripped in the explosion, so you really don't have to worry about me taking advantage of you and seeing your tender body."

The author has something to say: Sherlock saw Zhang Yu in the thinking palace, hehehe

PS: The cold in summer is really terrible. I seriously suspect that I was infected by two sisters in the office who had already had a fever and were hospitalized. They hugged their fat faces nervously.

Everyone should also pay attention to the body, the daily basket aunt reminds