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

After tidying up Alan, Aurora clapped her hands contentedly, and walked back in the direction of Sherlock and Lestrade, leaving Alan alone in silent tears.

"Sherlock?" Aurora waved to Sherlock, and suddenly shouted.

Sherlock was holding a magnifying glass, lying on the ground to study the orange paint, when he heard Aurora calling him, he immediately stood up, looked up at her, his long eyelashes slightly raised, as if asking what she thought what to say.

"Aren't you very unconvinced when you lost to me last time?" Aurora folded her arms, raised her head back, moved her neck, and made a "click, click" sound.

Sherlock curled his lips and said nothing.

"So, you are really not convinced because I was lucky enough to run into a case related to fairy tales and took the opportunity to win you?" Aurora raised her eyebrows when she saw Sherlock's reaction, as if she was sure own thoughts, said.

"No." Sherlock's face was expressionless, and his words were like gold.

"If you don't agree, don't accept it. Why are you embarrassed to admit it?" Aurora licked the corner of her mouth, showing a nonchalant expression that matched the context at this time, and said, "It's really by luck that I know you don't Maybe I dared to bet with you only after hearing fairy tales."

The corners of Sherlock's lips curled up, and his voice was cold and deep: "Winning is winning, no matter what the reason is, there is no such thing as luck in this world."

Aurora obviously didn't expect him to answer like this, she was stunned for a moment, her eyes lowered, then she pursed her lips, raised her eyes and stared at Sherlock, as if she had her own aura and background music and said, "Whoever you come to Whether you were unconvinced once or not, I will convince you to lose this time."

Sherlock looked at Aurora who was uttering wild words in front of him, and a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.

Lestrade sighed helplessly as he looked at the happy duo of gamblers and carats.

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Sherlock still decided to act alone, waved his sleeves again, and left Lestrade without taking a cloud.

Aurora gleefully pinched the thumb and index finger of her left hand, put it near her mouth and whistled, and said, "It seems that this time, you still have to play with me."

Lestrade remained silent, with black lines all over his face.

Aurora may have talked too much with Alan Gilbert just now. Looking at Lestrade's appearance, she inexplicably felt that he was a little cute, and suddenly wanted to tease him: "Inspector, don't you want this expression?" Well, what's so good about Sherlock? He's indifferent, ruthless, and vexatious, and he can't speak, so why are you still so obsessed with him?"

Lestrade took Aurora's joke seriously, as if he really wanted to explain the extremely normal relationship between himself and Sherlock.

Aurora did not give him a chance to explain, interrupted him, and continued to talk nonsense in a serious manner: "Actually, I am also very good, Inspector. You can eat and drink spicy food with me, and although I sometimes laugh at you , but my mouth is definitely not as poisonous as Sherlock's. I have a house and a car, so think about it."

Lestrade panicked and wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start.

Seeing his little tangled expression, Aurora couldn't help it anymore, and burst out laughing.

Lestrade saw that Aurora was laughing so hard that she could hardly stand up, and then realized that she was joking, and decided that which pot would not be opened and which pot would not be happy for her: "You better think about it, you gambler. Win that gambler, this case won't be so coincidentally related to fairy tales again."

However, this is just Lestrade's wishful thinking that the pot will not open. In fact, Aurora is not worried about this at all. Take the lead."

"What do you mean?" Lestrade heard what Aurora said to Sherlock just now, and thought she would be very unsure, but he didn't expect that she was still full of confidence, and he didn't know where her confidence came from .

Lestrade's question was quickly answered by Aurora, who always claimed to be the "Little Song Library of Great Britain": "This case has nothing to do with fairy tales, but are you sure Sherlock can listen to popular songs?"

Lestrade frowned, trying to understand what Aurora said, and came to the conclusion: "You mean, this case has something to do with popular songs?"

Aurora snapped her fingers, raised her head and said, "Bingo! Coincidentally, it's not Sherlock Holmes' area (area of ​​expertise)."

Lestrade sighed for such a coincidence in this world. The two cases in succession were actually fields that Sherlock was not good at. He secretly lit a candle for him, and asked Aurora in puzzlement: "Then what you said to him just now, it's as if you really competed fairly this time."

Aurora shrugged helplessly, spread her hands and said: "If I don't say that, or if I reveal relevant information between words, Sherlock will hear that this is another question about something he is not good at. Then use the exclusion method to screen out the cases, so wouldn't the time he spends to solve the case be shortened?"

Lestrade shook his head, and silently complained about "actress" in his heart, and at the same time, lip-synced.

"If every arson case is sprayed with paint, it is actually an adaptation of the lyrics of a popular song. The first song is "Love Story" by Taylor Swift, which is about a pair of lovers because of family conflicts. There is no way to get together with the opposition of parents, but they do not succumb to the arrangement of fate, and finally use their sincere love to convert their parents and live a happy life." Aurora looked at Lestrade's mouth. , and without rebuttal, explained.

"So, the remaining four sentences are also in the lyrics? But what's the use of knowing?" Lestrade tilted his head and thought about the first sentence, which was "Just sayyes, myJuliet (promise) Me, my Juliet)".

"These lyrics are about the life of an arsonist. However, so far, my idea is just speculation." Aurora's fingers are crossed, her thumbs are pressed together, and on her neatly manicured nails is Natural pale pink, unpainted.

"Is the second sentence from "Imagine Me Without You" by Jaci Velasquez? It's an old song, and it's also a love song." Reis, who doesn't listen to pop songs very much Trade also only knows this old song from 2000, just like his own real age.

Aurora frowned, and was noncommittal about what he said: "There has been a debate on the Internet about who is the original author of this song. Some say it is Jesse Velasquez, and others say it is Luis Fansi (Louis Fansi). Feng Xi). But inspector, you are really showing your age, you only listen to some songs that are as old as you."

Lestrade was very helpless, and retorted: "Aurora, I'm not old."

"But you already have gray hair." Aurora raised her head, with a look of "I won't listen, I won't listen", and also presented favorable evidence.

"That's because I've been worrying about various cases all this time." Lestrade held his forehead and sighed deeply.

Aurora glanced at him dismissively, and couldn't help complaining, "It's as if you broke a case yourself."

Lestrade wanted to refute at first, but just as he opened his mouth, he found that what Aurora said seemed to make sense, making it impossible for him to refute.

Seeing his hesitant to speak, Aurora curled her lips again, and continued to explain: "The third sentence Attention is all you want is an adaptation of the sentence You just want attention in Charlie Puth's "Attention". Probably It’s a tragic story about a man who was played with his feelings and found out that the other party didn’t like him, but just wanted to get his attention.”

"Didn't you say that this tells the story of the arsonist's life? Why are the first two songs from a female point of view, and the third one suddenly becomes a man?" Lestrade still didn't understand, and asked puzzled , in fact, he has always been in a state of "not understanding".

"Maybe the arsonist's sexual orientation has changed." Aurora slightly lowered her long narrow eyes and teased casually.

Lestrade pursed his lips and his face was covered with black lines: "Seriously?"

Aurora didn't make any answer, she blinked playfully and tilted her head.

Lestrade didn't know what Aurora meant. Seeing that she didn't intend to answer him, he had no choice but to ask, "And then? What's the fourth song?"

"The fourth song is Ed Sheeran's "Thinking Out Loud". It is also a love song, but it is spoken in a male voice." Aurora put her hands in the women's black trench coat In his pocket, the tip of his tongue lightly brushed his gums.

Lestrade thought that Aurora was just joking when she said that the arsonist had changed his sexuality. He began to think about the possibility of this situation, and exclaimed, "You know so many songs."

Aurora belongs to the type that shines brightly with some sunshine, and brilliant without sunshine. When Lestrade praised her, the tail behind her was almost hitting the ceiling, and she shook her head and said, "Of course, I The British ditty library is not for nothing."

Lestrade nodded, expressing his approval of the title, and said, "Just like Donovan knows many famous brands and styles."

"Inspector, what do you know?" Aurora blinked innocently and looked at him calmly, as if she was really just asking casually.

Lestrade looked at the sky speechlessly: "..."

Aurora pursued the victory and continued to ask: "Inspector, you must be good at something, right?"

Lestrade continued to look at the sky speechlessly: "..."

He shouldn't have praised Aurora so she wouldn't take the opportunity to laugh at him.

If Lestrade thinks this way, it means that he is still too naive. Does he think that if he doesn't praise Aurora, she won't hate him?He has known Aurora for so long, when will this person need a chance to smack someone?If not, she will create opportunities, okay?

The author has something to say:

I have an idea that I want to adapt this article into an orange light game after it is finished.

Seven lines of Sherlock, Aubrey, Li Chengzhi, Lestrade, Mycroft, John, and Moriarty are preliminarily determined.

Friends who have played Orange Light games are welcome to give me suggestions, you can leave me a message in the comment area, or you can directly add me on QQ.

Of course, this is just a preliminary idea, and I don't know how to implement it. After all, I am not very good at drawing UI or dialog boxes.

Yes, as a person who has studied art for eight years, I am actually a scumbag.

In short, everyone should leave me a lot of messages.

As for why I want to make an orange light game, it's because I think my heroine is worthy of everyone.

It's only cheap for Sherlock, I seem to be a little bit unwilling.