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

As soon as Aurora returned home, as if she had pressed a switch, she removed the disguised smiling face that foreshadowed "I'm okay", pulled out all the strength in her body, and threw herself on the bed in the room.She weighed heavily on her head and slowly landed on the pillow, as if she had fallen into a sea full of exhaustion and sadness.She was addicted to it and couldn't extricate herself for a while.

After opening the door, she is an MI[-] agent and a Scotland Yard police detective. She has the responsibility to solve all the mysteries that stand in front of her as soon as possible. Be emotionally invested in the tasks you perform or work at Scotland Yard.So she tried her best to strip her mind of her life-threatening friendship with Li Chengzhi and those beautiful or convulsive memories, trying to maintain absolute sanity, focusing on the case, not daring to think too much about lying on the bed in the hotel room Who is that cold, stiff corpse?

But when she got home, she turned back into Li Chengzhi's best friend Aurora Hopps.The calm she had maintained before was broken in an instant, and pictures one after another came to mind, lingering.Li Chengzhi walked to the opposite side of the table with a worried face, patted her on the back, and asked her to eat slowly, he would not compete with her; Li Chengzhi could not hide the joy on his face, gossip The relationship between Sherlock and her; Li Chengzhi sadly said that people with high-risk occupations are not worthy of marriage, so as not to delay others; Li Chengzhi told her solemnly that he had made a will and used all his property and himself as a disguise The real identity of the company was left to her; Li Chengzhi called her Luoluo helplessly and asked when she would pay back the money.

All these piles and pieces are so vivid, but that person, already lying in the cold mortuary, can no longer smile gossipingly, can no longer drag her voice to call her "Luoluo", can no longer... Urging her to pay back the money.

In fact, Aurora had already returned all the money to Li Chengzhi before going to investigate the scene, but unfortunately he would not know about it.

Aurora grabbed the edge of the quilt and pulled it over the top of her head, covering herself tightly, clutching the corners of the quilt, and isolating herself from the cold air outside, as if doing so would separate herself from the memories that linger before her eyes. Also isolated.

In vain.

As long as she thought of Li Chengzhi's meaningless death, she felt her heart was shot into a sieve.

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Just now, Sherlock initiated the longest call since registering a mobile phone number.

At that time, Aurora was leaning on the soft chair of the coffee shop that Li Chengzhi and Li Chengzhi had been together, and her whole body was limp. When she heard the ringing of the bell that had just been changed a few days ago, she didn't even look at who it was. If there is an incoming call, I press the answer button and put it to my ear.

It doesn't matter who's calling, it can't be Li Chengzhi anyway.

"Aurora?" Sherlock's standard Chinese Mandarin came from the phone.

Aurora was startled by his voice at first, and then wondered if this person was Sherlock Holmes, so she took the phone away from her ear and looked at the caller ID.

It is indeed Sherlock Holmes, note "Surveillance Object".

"Sherlock, can you speak Chinese?" Aurora couldn't imagine this possibility. She unconsciously left the back of the comfortable chair, sat up straight, and asked in Chinese with an incredible tone.

"I just learned it." Sherlock seemed quite regretful, and his tone was full of complaints, "Chinese is indeed one of the most difficult languages ​​in the world. It took me two full hours to master it all."

Is it regrettable to learn Chinese in two hours?

Sherlock seemed to have glimpsed her thoughts through the silence, and then said, with a somewhat annoyed tone: "Mycroft spent an hour and a half learning Chinese when he was in college."

Aurora suddenly realized that if she hadn't been so lucky to encounter three cases related to fields that Sherlock was not familiar with, it would be absolutely impossible for her to achieve this triple kill.

The Sherlock Holmes family is really scary, how should mortals like them live?

Of course, if Aurora at this time knew that she would break away from the big group of mortals and become a member of the Sherlock Holmes family, she probably wouldn't express such emotion.

However, these are all later stories.

Now Aurora is most concerned about the murderer, but it is not easy to directly ask the murderer if she was stimulated to death by Sherlock's words, so she held it with a calm voice: "How is the case?"

"Depressed mood, from depressed to heartbroken, pessimistic and world-weary, and began to attempt suicide." Sherlock said in a mechanical voice like a primary school student memorizing a text, "referred to as depressive disorder, also known as depression."

"What?" Aurora didn't know what to say, with three big question marks above her head.

"The current situation of the murderer, isn't that what you want to know the most?" Sherlock understood Aurora's dark psychology of eagerness for revenge, and said straight to the point without shy away.

Don't even think about it, it must be Sherlock's doing a good job.

Aurora put the mobile phone to her ear with one hand, and held the armrest of the soft chair with the other hand. The accumulated negative psychology was relieved, and the corners of her lips curved into an almost indistinguishable arc, and she spoke in a very certain tone. A question: "After your interrogation?"

"You avenged you, shouldn't you get a few words of praise?" Sherlock was a little dissatisfied with Aurora's attitude, and hinted calmly.

Aurora opened her mouth, not knowing where to start her exaggeration, and finally said, "We'll talk about it when we go home."

At this moment, Sherlock seemed to be a kid who didn't get candy. He twitched his mouth, but didn't dwell on the matter too much, and started talking about the case instead: "Because of him, Li Qingzi's girlfriend can also speak Chinese. of."

Aurora didn't expect the topic to change so quickly, and she didn't react for a while, she was stunned for a moment, and then hummed in response.

The work of Li Qingzi and his girlfriend is not easy, so they have been separated from each other and rarely have the opportunity to meet each other. This is why he insisted on coming to London to discuss business with Li Chengzhi.

Li Qingzi's girlfriend is alone in London, and she misses her so much that she sometimes looks at the gray sky, sighs, and says in not-so-standard Chinese:

"I miss him."

And Mills also knows a little bit of Chinese because he has pestered her for a long time.One day when he was following her on the street, he heard her faintly sigh: "I miss him."

Mills is not proficient in Chinese, let alone grammar. He only knows the meaning of "broken love", but he doesn't know the part of speech or usage.His first reaction was that the man he had never met dumped her.

Mills was furious and resentful.

This is the girl he has loved and chased for so many years, he wants to cherish but has no chance.And how could that man, who was only famous and had never met, break up so simply and leave her alone to grieve?

The more Mills thought about it, the more angry he finally decided to wait for the opportunity to kill this ungrateful and unfeeling person.

The opportunity came quickly.Not long after, Li Qingzi flew to London with Li Chengzhi.

After Aurora finished listening, she didn't speak for a long time.

"Aurora?" Sherlock's worried voice came from the phone.

worried?It must be that Aurora's mind is not very clear now, did she hear it wrong?

"I see, Sherlock, hang up first." Aurora said, and hung up the phone.

Well, now this was not only the longest call Sherlock had made since registering his mobile number, but also the first time someone hung up on him.

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The twilight outside the window was low, the lights were just coming on, and the sky showed a navy blue color under the bright lights.A cool breeze blew in through the wide-open windows, raising the dark linen curtains.

Aurora lay groggy on the bed, her body was a little hot, her thoughts were confused, and her brain was not clear.Her entire back was soaked with sweat, leaving a clear mark on the clean sheet.

Aurora felt a burning pain in her throat, and her mouth was so dry that there was not a drop of water left.She lifted the bottle of red wine that was on the bedside table before she fell asleep, lifted the bottom of the bottle and began to pour down her throat again, as if drinking really had the function of quenching thirst.

Aurora, who was not only burnt, but also drunk, smacked the bar a few times, and finally realized that the more she drank, the thirstier she became. Instead of holding the bottle and continuing to drink, she clasped the wine with her hands and legs Bottle, rest your chin on your lap.

She laughed a little silly, and improvised an adaptation of Tang poems, stretched out one hand and gestured exaggeratedly, and recited aloud with emotion: "When you cut off the water with a knife, the water will flow more, and you can quench your thirst with a bottle."

The cell phone under the pillow kept ringing, and Aurora frowned when she heard it, feeling that the continuous sound interrupted her pleasure of composing a poem.She curled her lips in dissatisfaction, and took out the phone from under the pillow.As soon as she opened the lock screen interface, she saw fourteen caller IDs from "surveillance objects".

"Baby, I am dancing in the dark, with you between my arms. (My dear, I hold you and dance lightly in the dark.)" The phone in my hand gave out an intoxicating male voice again, and the caller ID was still the same one who was persistent and persevering after making [-] calls Consult a detective.

It's a pity that Aurora doesn't need any "drunk" male voice now, because she was already drunk, so she hung up the phone resolutely.At this time, she didn't know what the reason was. She knew that someone called her upside down, but she still threw the phone back, and she had no intention of going back.

After waking up, Aurora even seriously suspected that if the person who called her at that time was the big boss Mycroft, she might have hung up resolutely at that time with the courage of not knowing where it came from. .

Alcohol is a terrible thing.

The author has something to say:

Alcohol is such a scary thing, drunk Aurora is even scarier~~

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