[Shen Xia + HP] In the name of a detective

Aurora raised her hand, lightly grabbed Sherlock's scarf, and said, "Sherlock, let's play a game."

"Games?" Sherlock probably has never been in contact with "games" since he was a child, and he is very repulsive to this word. He can't help frowning, and his tone is full of disgust.

"If you lose, then..." Aurora pretended that she couldn't understand the disgust in Sherlock's eyes, and continued talking to herself, hesitating what kind of bet to make this time, looking around her living room, and finally It landed on Shakespeare's "Hamlet" on the bookshelf, and said instead, "If you lose, just read the play. If I lose, you can ask for any conditions."

Sherlock, who had no interest in playing games at first, suddenly changed his mind after hearing "you can ask for any conditions", and folded his hands to support his chin, with a confident look, as if he was confident that he would There is no doubt about winning the game, and he said lightly: "You decide the rules."

"The rule is that both players have to think about a person or something in their hearts, and then take turns to ask questions about the other person's thinking. When answering, they can only say yes or no. The first one to guess wins." Aurora Retelling the rules of the game I saw on the blog not long ago, you must know that she had the idea of ​​playing with Sherlock when she first saw it. After calculating how he will answer, "Would you like to try again without losing or winning, and familiarize yourself with the rules?"

"No need." Sherlock blurted out almost as soon as Aurora finished speaking, still full of confidence in himself, just as Aurora expected.

"Okay, let's get started." Aurora smiled with crooked eyebrows, putting on a look of "I have absolutely no conspiracy", first pretending to close her eyes, and then opened them again after a while He opened it and said, "I've already thought about it."

"I've thought about it too." Adhering to the principle of "ladies first", Sherlock raised his chin to indicate that Aurora could ask questions, and said, "You should ask first."

"Is it a woman?" Aurora stared at Sherlock's curly hair, and then seemed to realize something, for fear that he would guess who she was thinking of, so she hurriedly avoided He closed his eyes, leaned forward slightly, moved his eyes down to look directly into Sherlock's eyes, and asked with a smile.

Sherlock seemed to realize that Aurora had already guessed it, and he hesitated for a moment before admitting "yes", but he still didn't think he would lose, or at least a draw, because he probably guessed what Aurora was thinking.

"It's your turn." Aurora put on a winning expression, winked playfully at Sherlock, and said.

Sherlock raised the corners of his mouth and smiled confidently. He asked unhurriedly, "Is it curly hair?"

Although Aurora, who thinks her acting skills are no worse than Sherlock's, was very proud of herself and lamented that she was as smart as she was fooled by her, she still pretended to be panicked, but after a second, she immediately put the panicked Emotionally retracted her eyes, her eyes rolled back and forth, she pulled the corners of her mouth a few times, tried to calm down, and replied: "Yes."

Sherlock confirmed the guess in his heart, the smile on his face became more obvious, and he gave Aurora a look, signaling her to continue asking questions.

However, Aurora has almost confirmed what the answer is, and there is no need to ask questions to narrow the scope, but directly asks: "It is Aurora Hope..."

As soon as she said this, she realized that she had habitually referred to herself as Aurora Hopps, and corrected her in time: "Is it Aurora? Unknown surname?"

"Yes." Sherlock cleared his throat, replied, and then asked logically, "Is that Sherlock Holmes?"

Aurora first had a serious expression on her face, as if her plot had failed, as if she had been exposed, and then she replied solemnly: "No."

Speaking of this, she couldn't help laughing anymore, lying on Sherlock's shoulder, laughing so hard that tears were about to come out.Aurora couldn't see his expression at the moment, but she could also feel that his face should not look good.

"What is it?" Sherlock was silent for a while, and said in a very sure tone when he saw the little guy on the coffee table swinging his arms.

"Yeah, that's what it is." Aurora rested her chin on Sherlock's shoulder, her hands involuntarily tapped on his back, and she almost couldn't breathe from laughing, "Sherlock, the book on my bookshelf "Hamlet" is waiting for you."

"One more time." Sherlock said darkly.

"No, no, no, I'll take it as soon as it's good. It's not good if I win too much." Aurora knew that this time she could only win by opportunism. If she did it again, she would definitely be defeated by Sherlock, so she resolutely refused. Sherlock's request, but he refused to admit his own thoughts, so he insisted.

Despite Sherlock's disgust, the script of "Hamlet" lay quietly on his bedside table that night, together with the lucky cat without a hair cover.

The author has something to say:

Keep busy~~ So I coded a small episode today, which is the story of the Carat couple playing games that Xiali mentioned before.

I feel that I am handicapped. When I went abroad, I brought a lot of hairpins, and I just waited for my hair to grow so that I could wear them beautifully.result. . .Now the hair is long enough, but with hairpins and long hair, I am still helpless with my handicap.I found a lot of simple hairstyle tutorials titled "The Gospel of the Handicapped Party" and "The Handicapped City" on Du Niang and Station B, but I probably don't even count as handicapped, so I still can't~~ I feel down The average level of the handicapped party~~

So I decided to try something simpler, like a braid, and it failed.Then I decided to try a simpler one, like an updo, and I still failed.Deja vu, that's right, I'm the kind of Miss Lola who can't comb anything but ponytails.I must be a fake girl~~