[Comprehensive British and American] The world is malicious

"No need to help, I can." John said, and walked up the stairs with the ingredients. His hair was still beaded with water, but it didn't have much effect. John walked into the house quickly, put the woven bag in the On the kitchen floor.

"That owl." John turned around, with a slightly surprised dark face, and looked at the owl that had stopped in front of the window and was staring at him with its round eyes.

"That one?" Sherlock looked up at John, "It seems that you were lucky to meet someone who helped you and held an umbrella for you. It is a lady, and the rain on your body shows this, because you are a stranger, you deliberately Keeping a distance, the other party should hold a lady's umbrella that is not too small, and it is a young woman."

"Our neighbor, Sherlock." John interrupted Sherlock's deduction. Although he knew that it was the best choice to be a quiet audience while Sherlock was showing off his reasoning ability, but the premise was, It is best not to apply this reasoning to yourself.

"I always thought that there were only three of us living here, er, I have hardly seen her in the past six months." John continued.

"You chatted well." Sherlock frowned, feeling slightly strange in his heart, very strange, "Obviously, she just came back, John." Sherlock explained, trying to drive away the strange feeling in his heart.

John nodded, and he was still paying attention to the bald eagle from the corner of his eye. It had already flown into the house, stood on the table by the window openly, and pecked at the newspaper on the table with its hard beak, "You have a new one. Owl?" John thought again of this morning.

"No, she's just looking for a newspaper, The Times," Sherlock said casually, and sat down at the table by the kitchen, on which lay an open notebook.

"Unbelievable." John was stunned, and looked at Sherlock in disbelief, "I don't think I got it wrong, you used her?" John couldn't help but asked with a smile, "Um, I didn't know you would like it so much animal."

"You'd better give her a few compliments." Sherlock looked away from the computer and twitched the corner of his mouth at John.

"Praise an owl? . . . I'm not bored enough to get into the habit of talking to animals."

"We may need to take some time to go to the suburbs, John, of course, and other people's help." Sherlock said suddenly, "How is your date?"

"What?" Watson couldn't keep up with Sherlock's thinking. He didn't know what an owl had to do with his date. up.

"Good" Sherlock twitched the corner of his mouth, looked over John, and looked at the owl who was about to fly away with a newspaper in its mouth, "Lovely lady, I need your master's help, now."

"If you need, I can help you find a doctor, Sherlock, you probably have a fever." Watson no longer knew how to express himself, and he could accept that Sherlock was a genius with a weird personality and unpleasant , not a weirdo who suddenly talks to an owl.

He believed that if Sherlock could be as kind to strangers as he was to the owl just now, he would be much more pleasing.

When Nina almost ran away, avoiding Mrs. Hudson's conversation, and when she returned upstairs, she happened to see Chloe flying in through the window with a newspaper in her mouth. Dutifully.

"Thank you, dear, but don't bring the newspaper from downstairs again." Nina said as kindly as possible, and she suddenly thought that the reason why she spent so long with Sherlock was all thanks to the Times.

Chloe obediently rubbed Nina's fingers with her furry head, walked behind Nina, grabbed the collar with her mouth, and flew out of the door vigorously.

The collar instantly strangled Nina's neck. Fortunately, it was Chloe who was pulling her collar instead of a strong man strangling her neck.

"Okay, I know, dear lady, I will follow you." Nina said helplessly, blocking part of the collar's pull with her hand, she can guarantee that, except for a certain big detective downstairs who will instruct Chloe There is absolutely no second choice to do this kind of thing.

Not so long ago, she was still thinking about how to avoid seeing Sherlock.

Nina hurriedly changed her clothes and followed Chloe downstairs. After knocking on the door a few times politely, Nina opened it and walked in.

"Miss Roberts?" Watson was a little surprised. He thought it would be Mrs. Hudson, although Mrs. Hudson rarely had the habit of knocking on the door. "Um, what's the matter?"

"I think you should ask your cohabitant about this, Mr. Watson." Nina blinked, looked at Watson with a puzzled expression, and said with a smile, "You should find someone who can help, Sherlock. Nina glanced at Watson suggestively.

She knew very well that the word "help" was not appropriate. At least judging from the previous events, Sherlock didn't need help at all. He needed someone who could help his thinking and always accept and praise his reasoning ability.

Therefore, no matter who it is, as long as this requirement is met.

She is not the only option.This kind of recognition made Nina feel a little depressed for a moment, but she quickly recovered, showing the same relaxed expression as usual.

"Yep, not John, at least not this time, unless he is willing to make some sacrifices." Sherlock raised his head, twitched the corners of his mouth, and gave Watson a weird smile.

"...This may not be a small sacrifice." Watson realized instantly, and said helplessly, Sherlock's smile always made people feel bad, "What would you like to drink, Miss Roberts? Coffee or black tea? "

"A cup of coffee," Nina said habitually, and after hesitating for a moment, she smiled apologetically at Watson, "Well...no need, thank you."

"It's rare for you to refuse coffee, coffee, half a teaspoon of sugar, thank you." Sherlock continued casually, "Come and see, Nina."

"Taste will always change, and it's not good for sleep, isn't it." Nina smiled and walked to Sherlock's side. She was already mentally prepared that she might see some uncomfortable photos next.

It's just that Nina didn't expect that it would be a photo of a car accident. The car was deformed, the glass was broken, and blood seemed to seep from the bottom of the car continuously. The surrounding area became a sea of ​​blood, and the dark red blood kept climbing in the confined space.

No shouting, no groans/groans.

It is obvious that they have returned to the past, but what should happen will inevitably happen.

His fingers began to tremble uncontrollably, it was just something unrelated.

"Miss Nina Roberts." Someone held her slightly trembling hand.

"Huh? Sorry." Nina suddenly came back to her senses, looked down at her grasped right hand, and suddenly withdrew her hand, "I just thought of something else."

[(Quitted coffee) (Strong and weird smell of potion) (Long-term insomnia) (Missing pendant) (Fear, regret, sadness...)]

(warm touch, strange feeling)

"It's just an ordinary car accident. Is there anything strange about it?" Nina focused on looking at the screen, which made her deliberately ignore Sherlock's observation. There was no need to cover up. Poor camouflage, full of loopholes.

"No," Sherlock pursed his lips.

Nina turned her head in surprise, "Nothing strange?" She didn't think at all that Sherlock called her down suddenly, just to show her some photos of the car accident scene, not to solve a certain case.

"Just a normal car accident."

"Isn't it a murder case that Scotland Yard can't solve without racking its brains?" Nina asked in surprise. Even though she didn't know about the situation, she believed that the case that caught Sherlock's attention would never be an ordinary case. car accident.

"Murder? A couple planning to go on vacation passed by a certain suburban hotel, but accidentally ran into a murderer with a twisted mind. In order to satisfy his desire, he brutally killed a couple, and then pretended to be an ordinary car accident. ? No, just an ordinary accident, Nina."

Watson came over with coffee and a glass of water, and was slightly taken aback when Sherlock finished speaking almost without a pause. He bet that the things inside were absolutely true, and Sherlock was always showing off his unusualness. intelligence and reasoning skills.

Sometimes he would rather make his words sound less convincing than say it.

"...We need to go to the suburbs?" Nina also understood the potential meaning of Sherlock's words, blinked, and turned to Watson.

Just as Nina finished speaking, a stranger sound came from the table, it was a woman's panting,

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Nina: ...I heard a strange sound? (Looks down at the phone on the table)

Sherlock: John, your phone.

Sure enough, only when I was writing the plot of Shenxia, ​​my coding speed was the fastest.

The case comes from Criminal Minds, it seems to be the fourth season, the specific episode is forgotten.