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

Sherlock pursed his lips and said, "Aurora, it's because I am Sherlock Holmes that you should misunderstand."

Aurora was taken aback when she heard the words, and asked, "What?"

Sherlock seemed a little impatient, and repeated again: "It is because I am Sherlock Holmes that you should misunderstand."

Aurora was stunned and opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.

"Sherlock Holmes likes to show off his extraordinary IQ, so I was showing off to the millisecond." Sherlock lowered his head and tucked his chin, honestly admitting that he was showing off just now.

Aurora continued to stare blankly at Sherlock who was standing by the window and turned to look at her, blinked in disbelief, and then realized that she was in a complicated mood.

Sherlock thought she was referring to the last sentence "seven minutes 13 seconds 520 milliseconds", but in fact, she was referring to his last sentence "with you, I don't need it anymore".

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Aurora couldn't help but rolled her eyes to herself. She knew that a creature like Sherlock Holmes would never understand feelings. Fortunately, she thought about it for a long time before answering whether he misunderstood. The problem.

Is it showing off such a meaningless question? How could Aurora not know it? Is there any need to say it?In just 10 minutes, Sherlock has been so unscrupulous, defiant, and sympathetic to accurate time to the millisecond twice. If Aurora can't see that he is showing off his unique little brain, then she IQ and Inspector Lestrade, ah no, what's the difference with a salted fish.

Aurora just now felt that Sherlock's EQ was not as low as she had imagined before, but now she realized that his EQ was indeed not low, but hopelessly low.

At this time, Mrs. Hudson calculated that the time should be enough for them to finish talking and talking about love, so she went upstairs to ask them to eat, walked to the door on the second floor, knocked on the wide open door symbolically, and said: "Sherlock, Aurora, lunch is ready."

After that, she took the opportunity to scan the living room again, felt the atmosphere between the two of them, and added: "I hope I didn't disturb the two of you."

"I remember that every time you come here, you prepare the meals. You probably haven't seen how good Mrs. Hudson's cooking is..." Sherlock looked at the dust dancing in the air around him, and decisively pulled on the Curtain, walked over to Aurora who was still sitting on the sofa and rolled her eyes and almost couldn't turn it back, stretched out her hand, looking very gentlemanly, "It's indescribable. Come on, Aurora, go and taste Mrs. Hudson You will never forget the food you cook.”

Mrs. Hudson heard this and protested: "Oh! Sherlock!"

Aurora looked at Sherlock's gentlemanly appearance, and rolled her eyes vigorously.It would be hell to believe that he was really a gentleman.

In fact, what Sherlock thought this time was really simple. Allowing Aurora to call him by his Christian name was acknowledging that she was his friend.As a friend, you should be kind to her.

However, Aurora, who has just experienced the storms in her life, doesn't think so. She feels that she rolled her eyes a lot today, and her eyes hurt.She patted Sherlock's outstretched hand hard, then stood up on her own, walked towards Mrs. Hudson who was watching their "interaction" by the door, and left Sherlock on the spot.

Sherlock didn't care, took his hand back, and walked towards Mrs. Hudson.

And Mrs. Hudson's inner drama is very rich, she feels as if she just discovered something extraordinary.

Aurora just went upstairs and stayed there for 10 minutes. In Sherlock's mouth, she changed from "Hopes" "the one who lives next door" "the IQ of Scotland Yard is a police detective" to "Aurora ".This is really, extraordinary progress.

And just now Sherlock planned to help Aurora up from the sofa, but Aurora ignored him.Could it be that Sherlock finally got the hang of it?But what about Aurora?Argued with him?But it doesn't matter, the young couple quarreled at the head of the bed and got together at the end of the bed, and everything was resolved after having lunch together.

And Mr. Skeleton, who Aurora brought up, disappeared again.She remembered that when she first found Mr. Skeleton in the trash can, she ran upstairs to ask Sherlock.What was his answer then?Oh, yes, it's "with her here, I don't need it anymore".

That's right, she actually knew the reason why Mr. Skeleton was thrown away, she lied to Aurora.But if she hadn't, why would Aurora have rushed up?She is creating another chance for the two of them.Facts have proved that she is still very effective in doing so.

The two tenants living in Mrs. Turner's house next door on the other side are already married, and she has to hurry up to match Sherlock and Aurora.When necessary, she can also persuade Aurora to move in from next door and live with Sherlock, and she doesn't mind taking their share of the rent.

She is really a rare and good landlord who has neither heaven nor earth, only one family, and no other semicolon.

The above comes from Mrs. Hudson's boundless and open mind.

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There was silence all around, and the air was filled with a strong smell of sex.In 221B Baker Street, the two sat opposite each other, neither of them willing to speak first.

1 minute has passed...

2 minute has passed...

3 minute has passed...

A century has passed...

"I never expected that one day you would offer to have an interview with me." After all, Mycroft spoke first and made a concession, just like every time before.Facing his biological brother who was not at all reassuring, he always did this, making concessions time and time again.

Sherlock looked at Mycroft's figure, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and mocked, "You're getting fat again."

Mycroft picked up the coffee that Mrs. Hudson brought to him on the coffee table, took a sip, narrowed his eyes almost imperceptibly, then put down the cup resolutely, and said, "Don't tell me, you just came to me For this. Recently the government has implemented reforms, and I am not as idle as you."

Sherlock picked up the violin lying on the sofa, tuned the strings, and said with the corner of his mouth curled up, "You are so busy, and you still send the best MI[-] agent to spy on me, don't you think it's a waste?"

"Oh, my dear brother, you underestimate yourself too much. As long as you don't intervene, I can guarantee that all my plans will be safe." Mycroft had a dangerous smile on his face, obviously remembering the previous ones. The originally seamless plan of action that was destroyed by his own brother.

If Aurora were here and heard what her big boss said, even if she knew that he was the big boss, she would not hesitate to refute Mycroft.Where did he see that Sherlock underestimated himself too much?His dear brother is obviously swollen and is about to fly out of the earth, okay?

But Aurora was not there, she was still sleeping in next door.

Sherlock sneered and snorted.

Mycroft twirled the little black umbrella he never left his hand, knocked on the coffee table, the coffee in the cup was shaken and rippled, he said: "The most outstanding agent under me, of course I have to send her to do the most useful things , Let her monitor the person I care about most."

Sherlock was still tuning the strings, his eyes were full of disgust and impatience, and his tone was also very unfriendly: "Oh, Mycroft, quickly put away your rhetoric."

Mycroft wasn't angry when he saw his brother's reaction, obviously he had seen it a lot, and he was probably used to it.

"Tell me, what's wrong with her?" Sherlock leaned forward slightly, looking directly at Mycroft's eyes that he hadn't seen through since he was a child, getting straight to the point, straight to the point.

Aurora next door lay on the bed in the room, sneezed, turned over, and continued to sleep.

Mycroft smirked, and said in an aria that he had never put down in the political world for many years: "Oh, I am so relieved. It seems that my brother also saw that there is something wrong with her."

"Of course." Sherlock clasped his hands together against his chin, and frowned, as if dissatisfied with Mycroft's question that he didn't see it.

Mycroft didn't understand what Sherlock was thinking, but it wasn't a strange thing, just as Sherlock hadn't seen through him since he was a child, and he hadn't understood Sherlock's thoughts since he was a child.

Mycroft frowned slightly: "You knew she had a problem, but you exchanged Christian names with her?"

"Since you dare to send her to my side to monitor me, it won't be a matter of principle. Besides, you have always been suspicious, so you just can't figure out her details, not that you can't determine her loyalty. That being the case, why should I give up such a rare opponent?" Sherlock put the violin on his shoulders, pressed his chin, and looked nonchalant.

Aurora next door sneezed again, thinking she had caught a cold, she wrapped the quilt tightly around her body, and planned to continue to sleep with her head depressed.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, his voice was deep, and he said in a mysterious and mysterious way: "Not only is it a rare opponent, but it is also an unsolved mystery of the world."

"I want to try a mystery that even you can't solve." Sherlock picked up the bowstring with the other hand and began to play the violin music with a melodious sound.

"Of course, I sent her to you. Apart from spying on you, the more important reason is to give you this unsolved mystery." Mycroft raised his head and leaned back on the sofa, with a look of " I know you like to solve puzzles, so I specially sent it to you, look at me" expression.

Sherlock looked at Mycroft's expression and sneered at this: "Oh, come on, you didn't give it to me on purpose, you can't solve this mystery at all by yourself."

Mycroft didn't answer, noncommittal.

After Aurora next door sneezed and sneezed, she couldn't sleep anymore, she threw off the quilt and jumped off the bed.

The author has something to say:

Hahahaha, this is a handful of fake candy~~

Don't send me blades~

Alas, I recently participated in a sports club and felt like I lost ten catties~~