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

It was a red gift box, and the golden ribbons that Aurora tore apart were scattered on the side, and the box was filled with various and colorful potions.

There was Tranquilizer in a flacon, a small bottle of Felix Felix, glittering in gold, an iron pot of Polyjuice Potion, a developing potion in a Erlenmeyer flask, and Veritaserum, which was colorless and odorless.

"Your brother asked me to give these to you before we left." After Sherlock made a brief explanation, seeing Aurora's expression suddenly froze, he changed the subject in time, and stuffed another gift box into her hand, and said, "This is mine."

Aurora also stuffed the ruby ​​pendant into her clothes as if nothing had happened, while the whole box of potions was placed on the coffee table next to her, and she opened the new box Sherlock handed her with a smile.

It is a small ceramic beckoning cat, hollow inside, white all over, with large ginger spots on the right ear and left arm, the right paw is held and raised high, and the fist just reaches the ear The spot on the spot.The most interesting thing is that this ceramic lucky cat also has a curly hair wig on its head, and two holes are poked on it, just enough to expose its two ears.If you look closely, you can also see the lettering "SH" in black on the ginger spot on the right ear.

The entire ceramic lucky cat is completely modeled after "what" and Sherlock, and even the expression on the face is exactly the same as Sherlock.Probably because it is specially customized, there is also a bonus manual in the gift box called "Deciphering How Ceramics Are Made".

Aurora stared at the ceramic beckoning cat non-stop, and then looked at Sherlock next to her, and found that this person and the cat were strikingly similar, she pursed her lips, and her eyes were full of smiles.

"You accepted it?" Sherlock, who can rarely use interrogative sentences, didn't know why, but in such an obvious fact, he used an uncertain tone, as if Aurora's men were not just a ceramic pike that looked exactly like Sherlock. A fortune cat, but an engagement ring.

"Of course." Aurora also noticed Sherlock's strangeness, but after holding the ceramic lucky cat for a long time to study, she didn't find anything wrong. She thought she was being overwhelmed, so she nodded and replied. .

Then it came to Aurora's favorite and long-awaited cake eating session. She cut the upper and lower layers of the cake into eight equal portions, and served them to the people sitting around the coffee table.Sherlock, who always despises sweets and Mycroft who loves sweets, naturally looks disgusted and refuses to eat them.

Mycroft united the front with his younger brother this time, saying that if Sherlock didn't want to eat, he could "reluctantly" finish his portion for him, but Aurora used "tooth decay" and " Weight" these two points that could firmly suppress him ran back and refused without hesitation.

"Are you going to eat or not?" Aurora first finished her portion in a flustered manner, and then saw Sherlock who was staring at the cake in a daze, not even moving the fork, and brushed it with the end of her plastic fork His thin and dense eyelashes.

"No." Sherlock still refused flatly.

"If you don't eat it, I'll smear your face with cream." Aurora put down the fork, picked up the paper plate of Sherlock's cake, and made a gesture of eagerness, as long as Sherlock dared to say "No Eat", she can use cream to leave a thick stroke on his face at any time.

Sherlock pretended to avoid it at first, and after hearing Aurora's "come here", he leaned over obediently and let Aurora wipe the chocolate cream all over his face.

All the onlookers said that they really didn't see it. After leaving the gifts, they patted Watson's shoulders sympathetically one by one, and then went back to their respective homes, leaving only the cake that they had just eaten, and now they are forced to eat dog food. The stuffed Watson shivered alone.

"Aurora, don't you wonder what gifts we all gave?" Watson watched the back of Mrs. Hudson going downstairs, and as the only shining light, he glanced at the gift boxes piled up in the corner , implying that Aurora hastened to unwrap the present.

What Song Jiuhua sent was a season's new product enough to fill her three wardrobes, what Lestrade sent was a variety of Chinese snacks, and what Mycroft sent was an H-shaped badge...but the count was at the end However, Aurora found that the number of gifts was actually one more.

The last gift was wrapped in red paper, and the color was exactly the same as the lipstick number that Irene Adler painted when they met a few days ago. The box was small, and a bow was tied with black twine on it.

Inside was Irene Adler's cell phone.And at the bottom of the box was a neatly cut note, which read:

happy birthday!Please hand over this mobile phone to Mr. Holmes for me.

Aurora's eyes stayed on the mobile phone that contained countless state secrets and scandals and was regarded as life by Irene Adler. She froze for a few seconds, and a terrible idea suddenly flashed in her mind.She didn't dare to confirm, then turned her head to look at Sherlock next to her, and saw the same expression on his face, presumably he also came to the same conclusion as herself.

Erin Adler is dead.

This was finally confirmed after Sherlock and Aurora visited Barts Hospital in person.Although the female corpse on the mortuary table was damaged and couldn't see her original appearance, her measurements and DNA test results were all consistent with her own.

Irene Adler is dead, that's for sure.

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152640 people die every day on Earth, so it's no surprise whoever dies.Over time, Irene Adler was gradually forgotten by Aurora and Watson, and only Sherlock was still obsessed with cracking the password of that mobile phone.Until the last chance left to unlock the password, Sherlock didn't dare to try again.

However, what Aurora did not expect was that just when Sherlock was about to give up on this matter and was about to make a desperate attempt to unlock the code for the last time, Irene Adler, who was supposed to be lying on the cold mortuary table, appeared again.

One day, a long time later, when Aurora went out to buy mung bean cakes, a woman she had never seen before stood at her door and stopped her, claiming that Mycroft wanted to see her.

Aurora looked at the woman she had never met before, and immediately saw that she was not someone close to Mycroft.But as for who is behind this woman and what she wants to do with her, Aurora can't hold back her curiosity when the scar is over and forgets the pain. She selectively forgets what happened in the old warehouse before. Choose to follow the vine and go deep into the enemy's camp.

After finally arriving at an abandoned factory by car, Aurora opened the door and got out of the car, looked at the woman who brought her over, raised her eyebrows, and said, "I know all the cronies around Mycroft, may I ask?" Who are you? I advise you to be more careful when you lie and deceive people next time, and you are not required to do it perfectly, at least not to be too clumsy in your deception."

The woman didn't expect that Aurora had figured out her identity from the very beginning. She lowered her head and thought for a moment, probably thinking that she had already reached her destination anyway, so it didn't matter whether she told the truth or not, so she raised her head and told the truth: "Ai Ms. Dele wants to see you, she is waiting for you inside."

After Aurora approached the abandoned factory slowly, Irene Adler in black appeared in front of her. She had obviously received the message from the woman just now and knew that Aurora had seen through their Tricky, folded his arms and said: "I said before that Miss Hopps is much more interesting than I imagined. Now it seems that it is so."

"Speaking of being interesting, who can compare to Ms. Adler? She easily disappeared from the world after deceiving us, and now she suddenly appeared." Aurora was very grateful at the moment when she was going out today. The only pair of high heels she had, otherwise she would definitely lose in height and momentum to Irene Adler who wore sky-high clothes every day, curled the corners of her lips, and said angrily.

"I made a mistake. I sent something to Sherlock for safekeeping, and now I need to get it back, so I want to ask for your help." Irene Adler put her left arm on top of her right hand, wearing The left hand in the black leather glove rests on the cheek, the bright red lips are particularly eye-catching, and the skin is also extremely fair, she said in an unusually calm tone.

"Then why do you think that I will help you?" Aurora sneered, as if she felt that Irene Adler was talking about a fantasy.

"About half a month ago, an abandoned warehouse in the eastern suburbs of London caught fire. Many people died in that fire, and the cause of the fire is still unknown." Irene Adler probably thought that Relying on his intelligence network, he caught Aurora's handle, and hinted calmly, "Scotland Yard has not completely attributed this incident to an accident, and maybe one day we will invite Sherlock, a consulting detective Go check it out."

Aurora was puzzled, and only Moriarty, her subordinates, Sherlock and herself who knew about it were buried in the sea of ​​fire.Of course, it is impossible for a dead person to speak, and Sherlock and her will never be rumored, so how did Irene Adler know?

Aside from this question, Aurora has already told Sherlock about this matter, so naturally this handle cannot be called a handle, but at this moment she squeezed the beaded pouch in the pocket of her coat that was cast with the traceless stretching spell. , I have already figured out a plan to deal with it.She pretended to be uncovered by Irene Adler's long-hidden scars, and mixed a very complicated expression, including "how did you know this?" Locke's panic of what should I do" and the entanglement of "should I do what she said".

At that moment, Aurora felt that it was a pity not to become an actor.

The author has something to say:

I finally wrote about Ah La La's birthday. Let's guess what is the meaning of Sherlock's gift?

Kavin was so stuck that he was about to die. He sat in front of the computer all day, and only managed to finish half a chapter. The first half chapter was written yesterday.I probably need to adjust my status and apply for a two-day suspension. Babies, please don’t hit me~~ Even if you hit me, don’t hit me in the face~~

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