[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is naturally cute

What Sherlock said is not wrong at all. After a thorough investigation, more than two-thirds of the agents in SHIELD are undercover agents of Hydra, and more than half of the senior agents are as high as half. Hydra has been sharing resources.

It is really absurd and ridiculous to say that the first line of defense that protects all mankind nourishes the flesh and blood of organizations that intend to destroy mankind.

Although Avengers appears to be under the name of S.H.I.E.L.D., it actually has no affiliation. Except for Hawkeye and Black Widow, who are senior agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Tony hired a lot of scientists who left because of the S.H.I.E.L.D. turmoil.

The near-disintegration of S.H.I.E.L.D. has caused turmoil in the American political arena. Members of Congress condemned one after another. Nick Fury was devastated and disappeared, and the new director was handed over to Phil Coulson.

Although the American people don't know exactly what happened, they are also vaguely aware of it. They are panicked for a while, and their distrust of the government continues to grow.

Compared with these big things, a more practical problem was posed in front of Rosa, she looked at Sherlock in disbelief: "You mean to live in my house!"

"But my apartment only has one bedroom and one bed." She especially emphasized "one" and "one": "Do you understand what I mean?"

Sherlock suddenly fell on Rosa, and she supported him reflexively, and was startled by his hot skin: "Why is it so hot?" Rosa pressed the back of her hand to his forehead, and took a deep breath. .

Rosa reached out to stop a taxi and helped Sherlock into it: "Go to the hospital."

Sherlock stopped and said, "No, let's go to your house."

His eyes were stubborn, and Rosa didn't know why he was unwilling to go to the hospital, but she could only listen to him and reported the address of the apartment to the driver.

When the car arrived at a pharmacy, Sherlock gave Rosa a list of medicines to buy. The clerk said they were anti-inflammatory medicines. Rosa returned to the car and asked Sherlock softly, "Are you hurt? "

"Just a scratch from the bullet, not serious."

Rosa's emotions surged for a moment. He actually took care of her with injuries all the time, but her attitude was so hurtful. She felt extremely guilty.

After getting out of the taxi, Sherlock pulled up the collar of his windbreaker, deliberately not letting others see his face clearly.

Back at the apartment, Rosa immediately asked Sherlock to take off his clothes to check his wound. The scrape was on the back shoulder. It wasn't serious at first, but because of not taking good care of it, it became a little inflamed and festered.

"Why did you get hurt?" Rosa asked him while disposing of the rotten flesh with a sterilized scalpel.Feeling the momentary tenseness of his muscles, he patted his hand soothingly.

Rosa looked at his wounds hesitantly, but emotion finally won over reason, and she cast Sherlock with self-healing.

Sherlock's drowsy, barely supported head became sober in an instant. He touched the wound on his back with his backhand, and pulled Rosa into his arms: "Are you a fool? It's so easy to trust people. If I were What about the person who has a bad heart for you?"

"You have evil intentions in the first place." Rosa said stiffly.

"You're right." Sherlock pressed Rosa onto the sofa, grabbed her hands, and kissed her from the top of her hair to her red lips.His upper body was naked, and Rosa had a bad feeling, struggling to push Sherlock away, and refused, "No!"

Sherlock didn't continue, he put his hands on her side, Rosa crossed her arms on her chest, looked at him nervously, only heard him say: "Hurry up and remember me." Then he pulled Rosa away Get up, and put on your shirt and blazer again on your own.

In this way, Sherlock lived in Rosa's apartment and slept on the sofa bed in the living room. Fortunately, the landlord thought about the problem of guests, otherwise she really didn't know how to accommodate Sherlock.

In less than an hour, Rosa was completely sure that they were indeed boyfriend and girlfriend. Sherlock was so familiar with the whole apartment that he was even more of the owner than Rosa.

After confirming this fact, Rosa felt uneasy for a while, like a boat floating on the sea, ups and downs.

That night, Rosa had a dream. When she woke up the next day, she couldn't remember the story of the dream clearly, but the sour emotion still remained in her body, and she cried on her knees.

"What's wrong?" Sherlock pushed the door open and frowned when he saw her pitiful appearance.

Rosa raised her face: "Sherlock..."

The moment she saw his face, she understood this sour emotion—she felt guilty for forgetting the man in front of her, and there were reasons for his loss and jealousy, and Rosa could feel a mountain pressing down on her heart , she really didn't want him to get hurt.

Rosa put her head on Sherlock's chest, her heartbeat was steady and strong. She didn't know which way would hurt more deeply, but if they erased their past friendship because of amnesia, it would not be good for Sherlock or herself. Fair.

Sherlock gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips: "Don't cry."

He didn't ask why, it seemed that no reason was important, he just wanted her to be happy.

Rosa looked up at him, with tears still hanging on her eyelashes, she took the initiative to hug his eyes: "Sherlock, let's start dating again."

This was the first time when Rosa saw Sherlock who was quick-thinking and would be stunned: "Why?"

He asked a little uncertainly, with a rare silly look on his face. Although his face that was born to look smarter than others was fleeting, Rosa suddenly smiled brightly: "If I ever fell in love with you , then it won’t be difficult for me to fall in love with you again, Mr. Holmes, please do your best, I’m hard to please.”

Sherlock pressed against her forehead and let out a hearty laugh. Rosa could feel the joy inside, as if it was about to overflow, it was full.

"Get up, I'll make you breakfast," Sherlock said.

"it is good."

The window paper was finally pierced, and the relationship between the two became brighter. Rosa seemed to be relieved of her psychological pressure, and she was really relieved.

Rosa came out of the bathroom, and Sherlock quickly brought out two plates of breakfast from the kitchen: fried eggs, sausages, and two slices of toast. They looked pretty good, and Rosa's appetite had been mobilized.

"I didn't expect the finished product to be beyond my expectation. I thought you were a character who never entered the kitchen." Rosa said.

"Actually, what you think is not wrong. Food is just a necessity for me to maintain life. I like to delete useless things." Sherlock swiped up and down in the void, as if there was a screen in front of him: " There is a memory palace in my mind, and all the knowledge that has nothing to do with solving the case will be thrown out of the palace like garbage, but in the palace room, there is a memory about you-your smile, your cry, your voice, I have kept all the details about you."

Rosa couldn't find an exact word to describe how she felt at the time, like the bud finally broke through the ground, the ecstasy and joy that everything found a way to release.

"How did we know each other?" Rosa suddenly became interested.

"Speaking of this, I really have to thank Mycroft, he insisted on finding me a cohabitant, and I was investigating a certain case and was a professor of mathematics at Cambridge, so I hired you to take care of my daily life." Sherlock shouted Taking a sip of black coffee, Rosa saw that he only added two sugars, and she could feel the strong bitterness from the strong coffee fragrance.She drinks fancy coffee, sweetened with cream and cinnamon powder, or adds a lot of sugar and milk to completely wash away the bitterness of coffee.

Recalling his evaluation of food just now, Rosa can guarantee that he must often drink coffee on an empty stomach. It seems that the man in front of him often spoils the good capital given by God.

"Then I rushed to the United States as an exchange student before I got a firm foothold in Cambridge, and New York University's literature major is not as good as Cambridge's, why should I leave?" Rosa didn't quite understand her choice , It's completely illogical, unless something happened that made her have to leave, she clearly knew that she was a character who was afraid of trouble, and the decision to be an exchange student was not easy to make.

"Rosa, there is nothing unexpected. You like to stay in your comfort zone, refuse to change, and treat your emotions the same way, so you ran away." Sherlock said the truth, but concealed his drug use as the fuse , It's better not to let her get angry again.

After hearing Sherlock's explanation, Rosa felt that it was possible, but there was something wrong with it, like a piece of the puzzle was missing. Although she could already know what the puzzle was, it was still not perfect.She had been staring at Sherlock just now, but she didn't find any guilty or uneasy expression, maybe she was thinking too much.

"Speaking of which, you haven't told me why you were injured?"

Sherlock put down his knife and fork: "Because of one man - Moriarty, the Napoleon of European crime, and if I am the only consulting detective in the world, he is also the only consulting criminal."

It sounds like Sherlock and Moriarty are common pros and cons in storybooks. They belong to opposing camps, but they both care for each other. Rosa's creative factors as a literary student exploded violently, and she can already make up a story. A drama of grievances and hatreds.

Sherlock observed that Rosa didn't seem to have an unusual relationship with the name Moriarty, and he didn't know why he was relieved. As for other things about Moriarty, he was not going to go into details, because it was completely unnecessary, and she There will always be memories.

Rosa knew that those answers at Sherlock's breakfast must not have explained everything clearly. It has nothing to do with willingness or not, but too much involved, which cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences.She is more eager to restore her memory. Charles is because the energy of the apocalypse is too powerful, and her body has a defense mechanism during the absorption process, so as long as she can absorb all the energy of the apocalypse, her memory will be able to recover. came back.

If energy is not being absorbed, it must be somewhere in the body.Rosa originally had a sense of going with the flow, but now she wanted to take the initiative to solve the trouble.

Living together is not as inconvenient as Rosa thought, or it may be that the two people's living habits have long been adjusted, and these have not changed because of amnesia.

Rosa later searched for news about Sherlock and Moriarty on Google, and dense web links immediately appeared on the screen.The news requires absolute objectivity, but in order to attract customers, many publishers now either use subjective and emotional remarks to distort things, or follow public opinion and make the shutdown one-sided, which is biased

.But Rosa still deleted the subjective emotions from the press release and pieced together the ins and outs of the matter.

So Sherlock is currently in hibernation, no wonder he had to cover his face yesterday.

"Of course it's him! You can tell by his trousers that he's the thief!" Sherlock shouted impatiently.

After Sherlock didn't know how many times he yelled who was the bad guy angrily, Rosa had already determined that he was someone who couldn't be idle.

Rosa didn't ask him what it would be like without a case, because she had already found the answer in Dr. Watson's blog-painting smiley faces on the wall with guns, putting nicotine patches on, and doing experiments.

In Dr. Watson's narrative, Sherlock lacks common sense, but his super logical thinking ability and erudition in certain fields fully reflect "smartness is the new sexy."

And his way of staying sexy is to keep his head running fast and keep his brain excited.

"Honey, the United States is a country with as many serial killers as dogs, and there are many crimes here." After Sherlock couldn't help pacing up and down the room again, Rosa couldn't help but said.

From then on, he started the habit of going out early and returning late, and Rosa saw another skill of his——superior disguise technique, not only the change of appearance, but also the body shape and tone of voice, and even the walking posture were all in line with what he wanted. object to play.

"Sir, if you don't want to be a detective in the future, you might as well try being an actor. Oscar is definitely in your pocket." When Rosa was frightened by the early Sherlock who disguised herself as a woman and wanted to call the police, she finally He couldn't help but said in a slightly mocking tone.

Sherlock's interest in solving the case is much stronger than that of her, and she has never heard of other sweet words except for a plausible love talk at breakfast on the first day of their cohabitation! He is really great!

Rosa felt that she was completely out of favor in front of the case.

In the United States, a place where serial killers are as numerous as dogs, and after contacting his little friend Reed in BAU, Sherlock is like a fish in water, having a great time.