[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Sherlock was unmoved, not even the slightest change in his posture and expression.

Su Fu maintained a squinting smile and just looked at him like this.

He also looked at Su Fu.

Until Mrs. Hudson came upstairs to ask if they would like to have lunch, she saw the two sitting on the sofa "looking at each other affectionately" as soon as she came up. It's about to sing "just because I saw you one more time in the crowd" in a second.

Su Fu hurriedly sat upright, with his hands on his knees, with a noble and glamorous expression, glanced at the curly hair, and said, "What are you looking at?"

Sherlock: "..."

"Would you like some cookies, kids?" Mrs. Hudson asked.

Sherlock said: "A cup of black coffee, two pieces of sugar, thank you."

Mrs. Hudson put the tea tray and biscuits on the coffee table: "This is not the time for coffee, and I'm not a nanny!"

Sherlock was noncommittal, reached out to pick up the cookies, and ate them one by one.

Su Fu stared at his hands, and said coldly, "You didn't wash your hands."

Sherlock: "Come on Frank—"

Su Fu: "You didn't wash your hands."

As she spoke, she stood up and hugged Sherlock's arm and dragged him up from the sofa: "Wash your hands—"

Sherlock was unmoved.

Su Fu nervously took a wet tissue from the bathroom and insisted on asking Sherlock to wipe his hands. The two were at a stalemate. Finally, Mrs. Hudson shook her head and simply took the cookies away.

Sherlock complained loudly: "Oh Frank, damn OCD! You should see a psychiatrist instead of making me wash my hands here."

Su Fu glanced at the clock and strode over into the kitchen, "Most people in this society suffer from anxiety disorders. According to you, aren't they all snake-sickness?"

"What difference does it make if a bunch of poor goldfish with tiny rusty brains are mentally ill?"

Su Fu: "...I give up arguing with you—how do you usually eat at noon?"

"coffee."

"As far as I know you, as a carbon-based organism, relying on coffee alone is not enough to maintain basic life."

"Oh, it's shocking, you still know about carbon-based organisms, I thought you, an entertainment journalist who studies the so-called social science of the so-called development of human communication behavior and social relations-if this can be called science-wouldn't Would be interested in anything biological."

"Hehe," Su Fu took out the pasta from the refrigerator, "Brother, you have memorized the concepts of communication very well—I eat tomato and beef brisket spaghetti at noon. Is there tomato sauce in this bottle?"

She said as she unscrewed a glass bottle, and then almost threw the bottle out: "I'm wiping what the hell!"

Sherlock poked his head out from behind the sofa to take a look, and said weakly: "The eyeballs were brought back from Yorkshire specially to observe the difference in the degree of contraction of human pupils at minus five degrees Celsius to ten degrees Celsius."

"Is the manufacturer of chemical instruments in this world dead? You want to put eyeballs in ketchup bottles?"

Su Fu stuffed the eyeball bottle back speechlessly, and said to himself: "In this case, just eat white noodles..."

So she cooked a pot of... well, vermicelli in clear soup.

Then sitting at the dining table, Sherlock stared at the white noodles on the plate as if he couldn't believe that there was such a way of eating in this world, while Su Fu finished eating the white noodles calmly under his heavy gaze.

She went to the supermarket at noon, bought all the necessities and ingredients for life as fast as she could, and then returned to Baker Street. Sherlock was not swallowed by the reaper.

She really didn't dare to put the ingredients in the same refrigerator as those eyeballs and concentrated sulfuric acid solution, so she simply called the electrical appliance store and asked them to send a small refrigerator.

After the ingredients were put away, she told Sherlock: "Don't put your test product in this refrigerator, otherwise I can't guarantee that you will not drink the eyeball stewed brain soup."

Cooking by herself is a habit she has continued for many years, and living alone in her previous life was also the same, and it has never changed since her rebirth.

Sherlock was leaning against the door frame, covered by a large shadow because of his slender figure, he said quietly: "You haven't answered my morning question yet."

Su Fu thought for a moment before remembering that he asked why she moved to Baker Street. She stood up, wiped her hands, raised her lowered eyes lightly, and smiled, "Actually, I didn't lie this morning. I came to Baker Street." Street is because of you, Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock pulled out a half-hearted smile, and said without sincerity: "Wow, I'm so honored."

Su Fu crossed his arms and leaned against him, chuckling: "Do you still remember what I said the night I lent you the umbrella?"

Sherlock: "Why should I remember a bunch of nonsense."

Su Fu didn't mind at all and continued: "I said, I went to the murder scene to take writing materials for my friend who is a suspense novelist. In fact, I don't have any friends who are suspense novelists. I went to find writing materials for myself. Zoe Schell is my pseudonym, I am not only an entertainment reporter, but also a writer, who loves suspense and detective subjects, and is well-known in the publishing industry-"

She patted the dust that didn't exist on her palm: "So I'm right, I moved to Baker Street also to find new material, after all, what could be more inspirational than a clever detective, you said Is that so, Mr Holmes?"

The author has something to say: Zoe Sher, appeared in Chapter 1, remember this name for now, there are many magical uses later.

The wonderful (funny) daily life of hurting each other begins XD