Just say you lack output [Comprehensive Yingmei]

In the early morning of the second day, the sun shone into the apartment from the window, and Sherlock, who was sleeping on the bed in a mess, opened his eyes, sat up from the bed with his forehead on his hands, and subconsciously turned his neck to look at the position at the head of the bed.

This slightly larger movement opened the neckline of his nightgown, revealing a large chest and a thin waist. Mr. Detective's complexion is fair and his muscles are thin, so he looks more flexible. Rather than the beauty of strength, it is simply delicious.

The beautiful and delicious Sherlock looked thoughtfully at the shelf beside the bed. An exquisite and elegant green lamp with a faint candlelight was placed horizontally on it, replacing the original desk lamp. The glamorous and elegant banshee At this moment, it has long since disappeared without a trace, only a few translucent light blue butterflies resting on the complicated and mysterious lines of the blue lantern.

Sherlock lifted the quilt and got out of bed, revealing a slender and powerful calf from the hem of the dark blue nightgown, and then he stepped on the cold floor of the bedroom with his bare feet, reached out and picked up the green lantern of the breeze, borrowed Take a close look at the body of the lamp through the hazy light of the lampshade.

But Blake was frightened, and immediately separated the data flow to control a few butterflies to pounce on the tip of his nose, stretched out the tiny glittering fluorescent scales, and tried to cover his sight of observing Qingxing Lantern.

"This is the so-called rejection and counterattack in the unconscious state? It seems that monsters like Qing Xingdeng are really not good at fighting."

Sherlock pinched the butterfly's wings: "But compared to humans, they are physically strong, and these butterflies can also act independently when they are not controlled. They have self-awareness, and their intelligence should not be low."

Blake was as quiet as a chicken: "..."

Qing Xingdeng cannot see the sunlight, and it is the only ghost that Sherlock has come into contact with. Therefore, before falling asleep last night, in order to prevent the other party from being damaged by the sunlight, he and Watson have covered all the light-transmitting window sills in the room. Thickly shaded by heavy curtains, the visibility of the entire apartment seemed to have dropped a notch, although there was still a hazy light coming through the gaps above the hanging rings.

Sherlock, who pays attention to details, pressed the lamp switch.

The desk lamp made a "stab", flashed twice, and was completely disconnected.

Sherlock: "...?"

Black quietly withdrew the data stream, and kept vigilant all the time, absolutely unwilling to let him know any more information about the world.

In the next second, Watson, who had just brought breakfast to the table, held up his mobile phone to illuminate, and knocked on the door gropingly: "Sherlock, get up and eat breakfast, remember to watch your feet, there seems to be something wrong with the power supply system, it's dark now, I'll go to the door later." Ask Mrs. Hudson what's the matter."

After a while, Watson came back: "There is no problem with the power supply system, and the household appliances can be used normally. It seems that only the lamp is broken?"

"Ghosts of the same level really have something in common. Judging from the information of Bi'anhua, it turns out that this is the jealousy of the same level of ghosts."

Sherlock let go of his hand thoughtfully, and refocused his attention on the delicate lamp body of the blue lamp, then he took out his mobile phone, and began to shoot and video in all directions by the faint candlelight of the green lamp. In fact, he I planned to do this last night, but Watson quietly stopped him. After all, Qing Xingdeng was still sitting on it at that time, and the military doctor thought it was impolite to take pictures of a lady's legs.

Blake breathed a sigh of relief.

But the ease of the system didn't last long, because after the filming ended, Sherlock packed and sent the newly acquired materials and documents to McCoff, and made an appointment with him to meet at the apartment.

·

Ten minutes later, Sherlock was lying on the sofa, eating a cookie, and shouting to the kitchen: "John, John!"

Watson poked his head out from the kitchen: "What, Sherlock?"

Sherlock was still wearing his pajamas. Not only did he not change into his home clothes, he didn't even close his clothes a little. He said to Watson calmly and calmly, "There's a guy who looks like he's good at doing housework" standing there. At the door of the apartment, you can give him the kitchen."

"What? Looks like he's good at being a housekeeper... Oh no, Sherlock, you should just tell me it's Mr. Mycroft Holmes."

Watson untied his apron with a headache, and went to open the door for Mycroft with a helpless face. Before opening the door, he urged: "Be friendly."

Sherlock turned over a page of information: "This is a compliment to him."

As for Mycroft, who was standing at the door of the apartment, the moment Watson opened the door, his movements paused for a moment, and then in the darkness, he changed into slippers at the entrance without changing his face, and with the help of the faint light of the phone screen Accurately found Sherlock's position, frowned a little seriously, and said, "Can't you put on your clothes?"

The faint cold light from the mobile phone screen shone on Sherlock's handsome chin, and even illuminated a small piece of fair chest. The handsome detective finally raised his head from the large piece of information, and said with a natural expression: "This is my apartment. , not in Buckingham Palace."

He moved his body up, recalling Watson's instructions, and reluctantly raised his legs to make a space for Mycroft: "Sit."

Mycroft took a deep breath, his eyes fell on the exquisite and familiar ashtray on the coffee table, he sat directly on the sofa beside him, lit a cigarette in the dark, his calm and undeniable eyes showed Strong smell of order: "For the sake of that ashtray, Sherlock Holmes, put on my pants!"

Sherlock sat up as if he had never heard of it, and even took a cigarette from him unceremoniously: "Have you read those documents?"

"If you mean that the cookies are especially delicious, and the fish grilled by the phoenix flame is really delicious, yes, I have seen it."

Mycroft pulled the ashtray and lit the ash, and then his eyes fell accurately on the cookie plate held by Sherlock in the darkness. This person who values ​​his image very much and never leaves his three-piece suit, Even the British dignitaries who often held a long-handled black umbrella subconsciously tucked in a little, and began to calmly weigh the importance of their weight loss plan and the aroma of cookies in their hearts.

Sherlock spoke quickly: "If you don't mind, there is still half of the fish's tail left for you, this Mr. Mycroft Holmes."

He turned to the kitchen again and called, "John, John!"

Watson came out with his mobile phone in his hand. He finally finished the difficult cleaning work, sniffed the smoke and asked, "...Are you smoking again, Sherlock? You promised me, cigarettes and nicotine patches!"

Sherlock put out the cigarette butt in a second, would rather sacrifice his life than betray his teammates, and replied without hesitation: "It's Mycroft!"

Mycroft: "..."

He was obviously used to the scapegoat that Sherlock pushed over from time to time, so he didn't even move his eyebrows, and while Sherlock was explaining to Watson, he reached out and took away his brother's cookie without changing his expression.

Sherlock held the plate down.

"It's never a good thing to care too much, Sherlock."

Mycroft glanced at him with gray eyes, and said calmly: "You don't have to deny it, I know you're still awkward."

He was referring to Watson, his only true friend and assistant.

Mr. Detective gave up the argument, and his expression was quite cold: "The calories of the chocolate milk crumb cookies are about 440 calories, which is equivalent to riding an exercise bike for 62 minutes, or swimming for an hour."

He added: "I said, you should lose weight Mycroft, look at your little belly, it's even more prominent than Tony Stark."

Tony Stark in New York is lying on the ground!

·

As night fell, Mycroft, who had already communicated with Sherlock about new ideas for changing the world, and returned to the government temporarily to process a special document in the middle, returned to the Baker Street apartment before six o'clock.

Watson lit three white candles: "The awakening time given by Qingxing Deng last night is six o'clock in the afternoon, after all the sunlight disappears."

Sherlock held up a candle: "Why is it white? Because I told you yesterday that I wanted to try Hundred Monogatari? Well... you know, John, we don't need words like thank you between us, do we?" .”

Mycroft frowned, not agreeing with his risky idea.

And Watson: "...well, you're welcome."

In fact, the Chinese clerk in the convenience store smiled and congratulated him on his marriage today, with a very enthusiastic tone: "You want so many candles? It's a wedding, right? It's rare to see Westerners marrying in Chinese style!"

It makes sense, but if you think about it according to his way of thinking, you can see that Sherlock's brother Mycroft is also there, so he doesn't even need to invite parents.

Watson finally changed to a white candle and explained to the clerk: "The light in the apartment is broken and cannot be repaired for the time being. Use candles to deal with it for a few days."

"Huh? This is not very good, do you want to change back to red?"

The clerk earnestly said: "White candles are not auspicious, brother."

Watson: "?????"

The clerk looked solemn: "Don't you know? In fact, white candles attract ghosts, ghosts and ghosts. I like white candles, especially at night. They are very scary. Are you sure you want to buy this?"

Watson said firmly, "That's it!"

This is why Watson and the Holmes brothers hold a white candle and gather together to watch the Qingxing Lantern.

When the clock reached six o'clock, the green light really changed. Under the eyes of everyone, it slowly floated in mid-air, and its light was shining brightly.

The cyan gleams of the stars converged into a bright galaxy, and countless light cyan butterflies gathered together with their scales and flickering wings, and finally a quiet epiphyllum bloomed in a bitingly cold cyan flame until the cyan Xing Deng opened his eyes and revealed his figure again, only then did the gorgeous illusion condensed by the demon power begin to dissipate.

The serene and glamorous banshee, who is as quiet and glamorous as epiphyllum, is sitting on the slender lamp body, looking thoughtfully at the three white candles placed side by side on the table, and then whispered to herself: "Huh? I miss it, it seems like I haven’t played this game for a long time.”

She raised an index finger to Sherlock, feeling that the power that had been sealed since she came to this world was completely loosened, and she couldn't help showing a wicked smile: "The game will not end until the hundredth strange story is told, And as a reward... I will take a person's soul and send him to hell to meet Yan Mo, who judges evil."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the room changed immediately.