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

The densely woven rain fell from the sky and fell on Aurora's loose long hair. The strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, which were cool and itchy, and made her heart feel like There were layers of waves.

Aurora came out of the deep and secluded alley, and waved to Aubrey behind him without looking back, leaving him with a chic back, even though she didn't want to show it in her heart at this time So free and easy.

Aubrey stared at Aurora's disappearing figure without saying a word. With a wave of his wand in his hand, he silently applied a "waterproof and moisture-proof" to her, and then just before she could react and turned her head to look at him, she used a silent The curse disappeared.

Sensing the abnormality, Aurora stopped, and instead of looking back at him as Aubrey expected, she paused and continued walking.

She skillfully turned left and right, passed through several narrow alleys, made several turns, and returned to her house.She picked out a bunch of keys from her coat pocket, picked out a polished silver key, inserted it into the keyhole with a slight twist, and pushed open the door. A series of extremely coherent movements were completed in one go.

After going up to the second floor, he opened the door and turned on the light in the living room, and a tall and thin figure stood in front of him.

Sherlock is sitting on her comfortable sofa, surrounded by books of all kinds, from "The Body Language Code" to "Traces of Memory", from "A New System of Chemical Philosophy" to "The Nature of the Chemical Bond" ", from "Origin of Species" to "Compendium of Materia Medica", seems to have emptied Aurora's bookshelf.

Aurora was taken aback by Sherlock who entered her living room without a sound. She leaned lazily against the door frame, her finger was still pressing the switch of the chandelier, and her slightly damp hair hung in front of her, blocking it. Under the cover of her hair, half of her face, her shining eyes were looming, bright and clear.

"Sherlock, it's against the law to break into a private house." Aurora's voice was a little lazy, with a drooping end, implying unspeakable sadness.

Sherlock looked at Aurora with the eyes of a mentally handicapped person, and then withdrew his eyes, as if to say, "I have a high-functioning anti-social personality, so I am afraid of breaking the law", but he said it in a flat manner. The voice stated an established fact: "You are back."

If it was normal, he would definitely feel that such an obvious dialogue is stupid.But now, Sherlock didn't know what to say, and he was even more unwilling to start with the rainy weather commonly used by mortals. After thinking about it, he still chose such stupid words.

Aurora narrowed her narrow eyes, dragged her tone, pretended to be a bit rascal and playful in her usual state, waved her hand, and said, "It's as if this is your home."

She looked completely untroubled, but she had revealed her secrets without knowing it, and she was pretending to be a rascal.

She would tease Lestrade and Li Chengzhi on weekdays, but when would she dare to talk to Sherlock in this tone?

In front of people who are evenly matched, or even superior to her, Aurora has always been very restrained, including the big boss Mycroft and his younger brother Sherlock.

Sherlock has always boasted that he has a superior IQ, and naturally he has noticed the clues. Combined with the conversation between the mysterious man and Aurora heard in the Scotland Yard police station and at the door of the interrogation room, he has already guessed what happened. I kept comforting her, but I didn't know how to speak, so after hesitating for a moment, I still said: "This time, you still win the bet."

Listening to Sherlock's ambiguous words, Aurora still couldn't figure out whether it was comforting her, or whether she should thank her, so she just leaned against the door frame without saying a word.

As for why she has been leaning on the door frame instead of going into the living room to find a place to sit?What a good question, if there is room in the living room.

Sherlock didn't know how long he had stayed here. The living room, which Aurora had tidy up and kept spotless, was in a mess. There was a layer of books on the floor, and the sofa was sunk in the sea of ​​books.The bookshelves against the wall were basically emptied, and the few remaining books were all literary works, such as Gabriel García Márquez's "One Hundred Years of Solitude" or Oslo. Books like Trovsky's How the Steel Was Tempered.

Sherlock has never been interested in literature at all, and Aurora has long known this.

Aurora held her forehead helplessly, and wanted to enter the door, but there was nowhere to settle. She raised her left foot and touched the ground, and finally had to give up.

Sherlock didn't seem to have seen all this, still staring at the continuous drizzle outside the window, dragging traces on the window, and continued: "I owe you two conditions, just mention it."

As the owner of the house, Aurora was blocked by the door and couldn't get in or out, and she didn't bother to ask how Sherlock got in. Anyway, he is the kind of person who "holds a wire, and I have the door in the world", suggested: : "Why don't you help me remove all these books?"

Sherlock finally turned his head and looked at Aurora who was in an awkward situation. He bent his lips, and there was a bit of teasing in his eyes, as if he wanted to say, "That's all you ask for."

Aurora glanced at Sherlock, knew immediately what was on his mind, licked the corner of her mouth, and added: "By the way, that doesn't count as one of the two conditions, because making my home look like it's been You were the one who was robbed by the thief, and you should be responsible for it."

Sherlock stood up condescendingly from the sofa, tiptoed towards the door in a leisurely and unhurried manner, kicked away the books blocking the way all the way, and finally stood beside Aurora.

Aurora suddenly began to regret asking Sherlock to help her clean up the room, squatted down, looked at the books he kicked away with a bit of distress, picked up a book and held it in her arms like a baby, looked up at Sherlock, That little look seemed to silently accuse him of being callous and unreasonable.

Sherlock lowered his head and lowered his gaze. Looking at Aurora's small eyes that were as sad as a bitter woman, he suddenly felt that she was not the same as usual, and his tone contained an unidentified emotion: "When you think about it, bring it up anytime."

Involuntarily, he stretched out his hand and pulled Aurora up, instead of giving her the chance to refuse as he did in front of Mrs. Hudson last time, then he really bent down and picked up the books on the floor one by one.

Aurora did not expect that Sherlock would actually help her pick up the books. She was obviously surprised by his behavior. She took a step back reflexively, and stared at Xia Locke who condescended to pick up books all over the floor with surprised eyes. Locke.

While Sherlock picked up the books silently, he was doing classification statistics of these books in his mind.Before Aurora came home, he took all these books out of the bookshelf, and found that she covered a wide range of topics, including academic books on psychology, some books on chemistry and biology, and some of the books he had always read. Literary books that think reading is a waste of time, and even weird ones like "The Cause of the Color of Gemstones" and the hardcover "Analects of Confucius".

Aurora's books are not only numerous, but also miscellaneous.

夏洛克捡着地上和沙发上的书，不动声色地计算着，很快就得出了结果：化学类61本、心理类57本、文学类33本、生物类26本、奇奇怪怪无法归类计算的有48本。

Aurora crossed her arms, moved her center to her left foot, stood on tiptoe with her right foot, and continued to lean against the door leisurely, flickering, looking at Sherlock who was working hard, there was a feeling in her heart An inexplicable sense of satisfaction and accomplishment.

Sherlock arranged all the books into several stacks, pursed his thin lips, and thought twice whether to wait for Lestrade to inform Aurora or tell her first, and after hesitating for a long time, he said lightly: "Starting tomorrow, Criminals all over London are on vacation, you don’t have to go to work, you can rest at home for a few days, I have asked Lestrade for leave for you.”

When Aurora heard this, she was in a mixed mood, half touched and half puzzled, wondering if she should tell Sherlock that this incompetent Scotland Yard employee was always absent from work, so she didn't need to ask for leave at all.But for the sake of Sherlock's rare kindness, she still kept her mouth shut and didn't tell the truth.

"So, is it because all the criminals in London are like you, the only consulting detective in the world, who asked for leave?" Aurora felt that Sherlock obviously knew about her father and asked her to rest at home for two days, but insisted on finding him. A reason for "all criminals in London are starting to take a vacation" is really a little cute, with a face full of jokes, teasing.

Sherlock threw down the stacks of books, turned around and sat back on the sofa, leaned back on the soft cushions, put on an indifferent and paralyzed face, cleared his throat, and said in a cold and deep voice, "Don't get me wrong. , I just feel that if you are seriously affected by this incident, if there is no proper mediation, I am afraid it will cause you to take longer sick leave, then maybe I will have to retrieve my Mr. Skeleton from the trash."

"There is a loneliness behind a genius, I understand and I understand." Aurora also moved to the sofa and sat in a place far away from Sherlock, just like when she just learned of the existence of Mr. Skeleton, Even the words he uttered were almost the same, with a sloppy look.

Sherlock didn't speak, his long legs were crossed, and the expression on his face couldn't be seen clearly under the strong light. He seemed to be smiling, but he didn't seem to be smiling.

There is a loneliness behind the genius.

And you, make me no longer alone.

From this angle, Aurora stared blankly at the unclear expression on Sherlock's face, and said unseriously: "Your Mr. Skeleton, probably has been transported to Saudi Arabia with other garbage a long time ago."

Sherlock sneered at what Aurora said, and retorted seriously: "90.00% of the waste in the UK is shipped to China, not Saudi Arabia."

Aurora's face was full of black lines, she was just joking, did he really not catch it?

The author has something to say:

"Squibs on Baker Street" has changed to a tall name and a tall copywriting, thanks to Laver Egg Drop Tang for the suggestion.

Also, this is the sweetness you want~~

It's pretty sweet, after all, Sherlock's character is set there, I don't dare to be too sweet, I'm afraid of OOC~~

At least three or four chapters can be sweeter, look forward to it~~