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

Given that Mrs. Hudson has something to go out today, and the two guys who live at 221B Baker Street don’t know how to prepare breakfast by themselves, so Mrs. Hudson, who has been hovering between the landlord and the housekeeper, the night before , specially asked God of Cooking Aurora to prepare breakfast for these two worry-free guys.

As a result, Sherlock and Watson had the latest breakfast in their lifetimes.

Sherlock seems to be very irritable, and London has been surprisingly calm recently, which has caused him to be extremely anxious.He shot a smiling face on the wall with a gun, then threw himself on the sofa, and said sullenly: "If I'm not wrong, Mrs. Hudson invited you to come for breakfast, and now it's already It's twelve forty-eight."

"It's not like you don't know my work and rest time." Aurora yawned weakly after busy work in the kitchen, and said angrily.

"You stayed up all night chasing TV dramas again. I really don't understand what's so good about those unnutritious and logically chaotic soap operas, and I'm skeptical of your IQ level." Sherlock nestled on the sofa and said sarcastically.

Aurora just woke up, still a little dazed, unhurriedly opened the refrigerator in the kitchen to get milk, but saw a bloody human head in the refrigerated area, suddenly became more awake, turned her head to look at the Sherlock, who was lying on the sofa, said, "There is a human head in the refrigerator."

"I took it from the morgue of Butts Hospital. I'm measuring the coagulation time of saliva after death." Sherlock once again lamented the boredom of life in his heart, and said listlessly.

As soon as Aurora heard that Sherlock was brought from the morgue of Butts Hospital, she immediately guessed that this kind of behavior that violated the hospital's regulations must be allowed by praising Jasmine the forensic doctor, and she was furious Come on, clamp the cheeks of this human head with your hands, squeeze his mouth open, and say, "I don't think this man's tongue is frozen hard yet, why don't you eat fried human tongue this morning? What do you think? Don't worry." Well, I have used the same method to process the beef tongue before, to ensure that the color, flavor and taste are complete, and it is absolutely delicious."

Sherlock probably also guessed the reason for Aurora's anger, and felt that it must not be a good idea to provoke her at this time, but the irritability needs to be vented again, so he turned his gun and began to target Watson who was reading the newspaper: " John, you blogged about the taxi driver case, Pink Research, you really figured it out."

"Yeah, it's pink from beginning to end." Watson turned a page of the newspaper, then stared at Sherlock closely, as if wondering if he liked it, and said, "I've been praising you all the time. "

"Praise?" Sherlock's tone didn't sound so friendly. It seemed that he didn't like Watson's blog very much, quoting a passage from the blog, "'Sherlock can see through everything in the world in an instant. It's unbelievable how utterly ignorant he is in certain areas.' So this 'extremely ignorant' is a compliment?"

"But what I said is absolutely right. You don't even know that the earth revolves around the sun. This is common sense that even elementary school students know." Watson put down the newspaper in his hand and argued.

"He knows that now." Aurora was joking when she said what she was going to cook. She had already made breakfast and brought it to the two of them, interjecting, "Sherlock invited me the day before yesterday. Going to the movies, after watching "Stages of Stellar Evolution: Supernova Explosion", he already knows a lot about astronomy."

"What, Sherlock invited you to watch this kind of movie?" Watson's eyes widened. He couldn't believe that he suggested that Sherlock take Aurora to go to the movie together, and this unlucky guy actually chose this A science and education film, I felt so relieved for a second, it seems that Sherlock did not crush himself in all aspects, at least his emotional intelligence was not as high as his own.

"John, don't mention this matter again, I was so bored that I fell asleep." Aurora put the teacup on the coffee table in front of Sherlock with great force, and gave him a glare by the way.

"This is really..." Watson wanted to express his views on this matter again, taking this opportunity to devalue Sherlock's EQ.

However, Sherlock didn't give him this chance, and directly interrupted Watson: "Leave all your comments to your dear blog, and write them all in. It would be even better if you didn't add oil and vinegar!"

Watson pursed his lips, then moved his lips a few times, hesitated to speak, and finally decided not to say anything. After drinking the hot tea that Aurora had just brought to warm him up, he said, "I'm going out." Get some fresh air" and got up to leave.

Aurora sat where Watson sat just now, looked at the untouched breakfast on the tea table, sighed deeply, and said, "Sherlock, John also has a temper. In such a cold day, He should wear a little more before going out."

Sherlock didn't seem to have thought that Watson would leave in such a rage, he jumped up from the sofa, jumped to the window, opened the curtain and looked at Watson's lonely back, and a deep voice slowly sounded: "Aurora, look Look outside. It's so peaceful, so peaceful, so peaceful. It's boring."

"Then you can't take all your temper on John." Aurora thought that Watson would not come back for a while, so she wiped out his breakfast by the way.

Sherlock slowly walked up to Aurora, nodded reluctantly, and said impatiently: "Got it, I will pay attention next time."

At this moment, there was a loud noise from outside the window, and a powerful airflow poured in like an overwhelming sea, and the glass was also shattered in response.

Sherlock immediately threw himself on the sofa in front of him, surrounded Aurora who was sitting on it in the small space between himself and the sofa, and hugged her tightly, preventing the glass shards from flying behind him. hurt her in the slightest.His hands were on the sofa, and Aurora put her arms around him tightly, protecting his proud little head.

In the chaos, the broken glass facing Aurora should have attracted her attention more, but from the beginning to the end, she kept looking directly at the pair of gray-blue eyes that changed color due to the light. eye.Those eyes gave Aurora a feeling that even if the sky fell, Sherlock would stand in front of her and protect her from harm.

After the suspected explosion outside is over, everything will calm down, and the two of them still maintain this posture.Sherlock smiled, raised his hand to cover Aurora's shining eyes, leaned in and pecked lightly on her smooth forehead, and then left immediately.

In the last moment before her eyes were covered, Aurora saw the corner of Sherlock's mouth curl up.

Sherlock cleared his throat, stood up immediately, walked cautiously to the window, looked out, and said, "The house across the street exploded, and the sidewalk outside is full of bricks and broken glass, which is inconvenient to walk on. We will deal with it today." It’s not over, you can live here today.”

Aurora rubbed her forehead with the back of her hand in embarrassment, and wanted to go over to have a look, but was stopped by Sherlock.She didn't insist on watching, but just nodded, and then said: "It seems that John won't come back today, he probably lives at Sarah's house, so I'll sleep in his room tonight."

"You sleep in my room, and I sleep in John's room." Sherlock rejected Aurora's proposal almost immediately before she finished speaking, and proposed another question in an unquestionable tone. a scheme.

"Okay, then I'll set up camp in your room." Aurora took advantage of the opportunity when Sherlock turned around and walked to the coffee table to pick up the teacup, and quickly moved to the window for a glance, and then retreated to the place just now. that location.

The outside was not as serious as what Sherlock said. The house opposite was indeed bombed and collapsed, and there were indeed a few bricks on the sidewalk, but it was far from being inconvenient to walk on.

"Then I'll go and get acquainted with your room first, after all, I'm going to spend the night with it." Aurora pretended she didn't notice anything, smiled, turned and walked into Sherlock's room , and then slammed the door shut.

Sherlock's bedroom still maintained the same appearance as when she was drunk and held by him to rest last time. The dusty curtains were tightly drawn, making the whole room look extremely dark, creating an atmosphere very suitable for sleeping.

The books on the table and shelves were still disorganized, but Aurora noticed that in addition to the classic chemistry works such as "Advanced Inorganic Chemistry" and "Asimov's On Chemistry" that she had seen last time, there were also new ones. Many inexplicable books that have nothing to do with Sherlock, such as "The Book of Songs" or "The Complete Works of Shakespeare".

The bedside table is very tidy, it looks like it has been tidied up with care. On it is a page of "Hamlet" that has been turned a little bit old, and a man wearing a dark blue cloth strip that is regarded as a scarf, swinging his arms lucky cat.

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Early in the morning, Aurora, who was staying up late waiting for the TV series to be updated, heard the noise outside. Covered in the quilt, she pretended that she couldn’t hear the noise outside. She tossed and turned on the bed, and finally sat up unbearably. .

"The case at hand is too tricky, I can't get away from it." Sherlock erected one of the magic weapons that Mycroft would take out every time he appeared, and plucked it lightly with his fingers like a guitar. The strings make a tiny sound.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, which resulted in three forehead lines appearing on his forehead. He fiddled with the black umbrella in his hand and said, "Don't worry about your small case, this is a national important case."

The author has something to say:

So, so, so uncomfortable!Because I updated an episode yesterday, I will have to endure the inconsistent number of chapters from today on.Although the title does not include the number of chapters, the manuscripts on the computer are all Chapters, which makes me very uncomfortable with OCD.

I won’t comment on the plot this time, whoever says it’s not sweet, I’m in a hurry~~

Babies have seen this, so let’s collect comments and comments by the way~~吃嘿~~

Good luck for my chemistry exam tomorrow~~