[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is suspected of being a psychic

On the lawn in front of the villa, Zhang Yu was playing with the barbecue grill.

When Zhang Yu and Sherlock came in in the afternoon, they first explored Villa No. 15 and got acquainted with the layout inside.

This barbecue grill was also found by Zhang Yu in the basement. Although there are many layers of dust on it, it can still be reused after cleaning.And Sherlock also found a small bag of charcoal in another corner of the basement.I don't know which owner prepared it before.It's a pity that not long after the owner came here, he gave up this activity of promoting feelings because of mutual change of heart.

Zhang Yu didn't intend to make such a trouble at first. The villa has a kitchen and tableware, and the refrigerator is also full of food. He can eat after simply tidying up.

It's just that Sherlock played a trick and showed rare fragile and clear eyes to Zhang Yu.The blue-green eyes looked at him intently, as if devoutly praying to God.

As soon as Zhang Yu's heart softened, he made a rather wrong decision.

Sherlock smiled slightly, and ticked off his plan book.

The first way to pursue girls: cook a delicious meal together, and offer help~

The warm amusement park set up a barbecue grill in a short time, and Zhang Yu made the hot sauce and condiments in the kitchen, trying to find the most suitable configuration.Sherlock was ordered to cut the large chunks of beef, mutton and pork in the refrigerator into small pieces, and make them into strings with bamboo skewers that were dug out from nowhere and washed.

Even the vegetables and fruits did not escape the fate of being dismembered. Under Sherlock's exquisite knife skills, the great harmony of life was completed.

It's just that Sherlock's knife skills are precise and standard. The ingredients passed by his hands are as if they have just been made from a 3D printer. Every piece of meat and every fruit looks exactly the same.Fortunately, their size is not too small, otherwise just looking at them will make people suffer from trypophobia.

The evening in London is particularly beautiful. The yolk of an egg with the size of a wheel slides down from the sky, like a dying octopus about to fall into a pot.

There are not many shrubs around the villa, and the environment is fairly empty.There may be one or two wild flowers of different colors dotted on the green grass, which is more conspicuous than the seesaw on one side.

The lights in the courtyard are light-controlled, and they turned on a soft light early on, but there were a little more mosquitoes around. Even though he was wearing mosquito repellent, Zhang Yu was unfortunately bitten a few times.

When Zhang Yu skillfully picked up the charcoal and began to clean the grill, Sherlock's eyes were fixed on an inconspicuous redness on the back of her hand.

He watched it several times in a row, but he still didn't realize that Issa had the tendency to deal with it by himself, so he couldn't help frowning.He turned and went back into the room, and came out again after a while, holding something green in his hand.

When I walked in, I saw that it was a bottle of MADEINCHINA essential oil. I don't know where Sherlock found it.

The tall figure stood in front of Zhang Yu, blocking her light.Zhang Yu couldn't help raising his head, wanting to see who this ignorant bastard was.

It really is Sherlock!

Zhang Yu put the iron tongs aside, blew on the charcoal that had just drawn an open flame below, then crossed his arms and said with a perfunctory smile: "Sherlock, what are you doing? The guy who made a fuss about having a barbecue earlier It's not your mother, why are you starting to trouble me again now?"

Without saying a word, Sherlock grabbed Zhang Yu's bitten arm and placed it in front of his eyes.He silently blew on the swelling, as gentle as he wanted to take care of a child.

Before Zhang Yu could react from Sherlock's sudden frivolity, Sherlock let go of his hand suddenly, unscrewed the bottle cap of Fengyoujing, poured some on his hand, rubbed it, and applied it on Zhang Yu's face. on the arm.

The warm palm was pressed against another person's arm, and Zhang Yu felt that smoke was rising from his head, and his face was clear, feeling the heat that did not belong to him, and then hurriedly withdrew his arm.

once, twice...

——Not torn apart!This is embarrassing...

Sherlock seemed to sense something was wrong just now, and withdrew his palm indifferently, as if nothing happened just now, and his offense and Issa's embarrassment were fake.

YES!

The second way to pursue a girl: pay attention to her needs.No matter what, being a considerate man is much better than taking care of yourself~

It's a pity that Zhang Yu is sober enough to know that he is not dreaming, and the red, swollen itching on his arm has disappeared, and it has become cold, as if he had been anesthetized.

She pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and put the food on the ground on the grill without saying a word.Holding the brush in one hand, the other hand kept turning its position as the meat sizzled.

A layer of clear oil, a layer of hot sauce, and the last layer of powder for flavor enhancement.

Zhang Yu's hands are constantly busy, even if there are only two people here, the rising heat, the sound of sizzling barbecue, the tempting smell and the arms flying back and forth create a feeling of a busy alley.

Grilling alone and cleaning up alone, Zhang Yu and Sherlock are in harmony, not like enemies who have turned their faces many times.It's like a young couple, living their lives in a noisy and quiet way.

Needless to say Zhang Yu's craftsmanship, the red skewers on the beautiful dinner plate make people mouth watering.But Sherlock's purpose is not to barbecue, so he doesn't mind starting it together after Zhang Yu is done.

BBQ goes best with beer.There are still a few cans of dark beer from Germany in the refrigerator of the villa.Sherlock took it out directly, and opened the bottle for Zhang Yu by the way.

The two sat leisurely on the iron stool, tasting the fruits of their labor.

Zhang Yu seemed a little excited. He straightened his neck and took a big gulp of beer, then picked up a skewer and ate it directly.Sherlock seldom drank alcohol at ordinary times, and he was also a little excited at this time, as if he had forgotten the fact that he had an average drinking capacity and an average wine taste.

The third way to pursue girls: Barbecue with beer, a must for heart-to-heart relationships!

Zhang Yu doesn't like the quiet dining table very much, so he took the lead in breaking the tranquility here:

"Sherlock, do you think about how we can get to Villa 16 later? Our place is still 200 meters away from that side, and there is still strict monitoring."

Sherlock had been thinking about this since morning, and was still thinking about it until just now.However, now he already has the answer in his heart.

"I'll go into the villa later and destroy the electrical equipment inside. You and I will go to the next door for help. Even if there is a special repairman here, it will take him an hour to discover the problem I created. During this time, enough gone."

an hour?Zhang Yu nodded and agreed.If even Sherlock can't find anything wrong within an hour, then they can only give up.

After eating, Sherlock disliked the cumin smell on his body, and went to the bathroom to take a shower first.I don't know if he had thought about this before, but in the only bag he carried, there was a brand new set of pajamas.

After Sherlock came out, Zhang Yu was also urged to wash it again.Just when Zhang Yu had just finished washing the foam on his body and was about to dry it off, the light in the bathroom suddenly went out, and the whole house fell into darkness.

Sherlock actually broke the circuit at this time, what the hell is he trying to do? !

Of course Sherlock wasn't thinking of doing anything, it was part of his plan, wasn't it?

It's just that when Zhang Yu asked before, this matter was kindly concealed, and it became an emergency in Zhang Yu's mind.

When Zhang Yu came out angrily wrapped in a bathrobe, Sherlock kindly explained: "I set up a fault before, and I thought it could be delayed until we finished taking a shower, but I didn't expect it to suddenly break down early. Power. Issa, how are you doing now?"

Zhang Yu rolled his eyes in the dark and sneered.

Heh, you still asked me how I was doing!

How can it be?

Fortunately, she had finished taking a shower. If the water and electricity were cut off earlier while she was covered in bubbles, she would definitely beat someone.

When he is angry, who cares if he is his own food and clothing parent!

The author has something to say: Sherlock: Solving the case can't delay my falling in love!

The power cut was so timely, hehehe, understand by yourself~~