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

Aurora turned over and climbed out of the bed, stumbled down the stairs, opened the hidden compartment on the wall, and took out a gun from inside.She hadn't touched the gun since the last time Aubrey showed up uninvited and she mistook it for an intruder.

Aurora stood in the middle of the stairs, leaning against the wall in a non-up and down position.She put one hand on the armrest, and the other gripped the gun tightly, hanging naturally by her side, with the hole facing the ground.The empty and lifeless eyes focused on the paper bags scattered on the ground in the entrance hall, as if they were stuck to them, unable to be removed, unable to be removed.

That was what he brought back to her from China.

Wait, who is he?She didn't seem to remember clearly, she just remembered that it was a very important, very important person.

Aurora held her forehead and shook her alcohol-infested brain, feeling dizzy for a moment.There seemed to be something beating in the temples on the temples, which made her panic.

He is obviously such an important person, how could he not remember?

Who is he?Where is it now?

Aurora pressed her forehead, which was hot enough to boil an egg, against the cold wall, trying to cool down her blushing cheeks and the base of her ears in this way.She pursed her lips, trying to find the shadow of that person in her chaotic, bubbling mind.

Yes, she remembered.

That person is Li Chengzhi, who is now in heaven and is her best friend.

It's her best friend all her life.

After thinking about it, Aurora couldn't bear it anymore, and knelt down on the ground with a bang, tears streaming from her eyes.She looked like an ostrich, buried her head deeply in the small space supported by her limbs, as if doing so could isolate all sorrows.

Aurora covered her head with one hand, while the hand that had been holding the gun tightly was raised, pointed straight at the opposite wall, and pulled the trigger one after another.Clearly visible traces were left on the wall covered with pure black wallpaper with dark red patterns, much like the style of Aubrey's wizard robe.

It was a letter "L" made up of many bullets arranged, and even the distance between the bullets was almost the same, almost evenly distributed.

Since receiving the new task of monitoring Sherlock, Aurora, who has not practiced shooting for a long time, felt that the arm holding the gun seemed to tremble slightly. After struggling for a while, she lowered her arm and spread it on the upper step. superior.

The best friend in this life, please allow her to forget him.

Take a lifetime to forget him.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound outside the door, as if someone was picking the lock.Less than three seconds later, the anti-theft door slammed open, hit the wall behind, and bounced back a certain distance.

Standing outside the door was a slender and tall figure, he seemed to be running over, his breath was not smooth, and he was a little disordered.The man leaned forward slightly, and originally planned to kick open the door and rush straight up to the second floor, but when he saw Aurora lying on the stairs, he was stunned for a moment, and his bent forward suddenly straightened up.

With her back against the strong light in the stairwell, Aurora couldn't quite see the figure breaking in, let alone the thin face.But just looking at that person's figure and lockpicking proficiency, she guessed who it was.

Sherlock Holmes, and no one else.

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Sherlock was originally in the living room at home, making a call every 10 minutes to Aurora who was probably sleeping late next door, fidgeting like a few needles standing on the sofa.

At Scotland Yard, he had just finished interrogating Mills when he called Aurora.For some unknown reason, he immediately wanted to tell her the truth of the matter.But after he finished speaking, Aurora, who was still able to force a smile, became silent, and seemed to be even more depressed.

Before he could finish, Aurora hung up the phone.In his heart, there was some uneasiness.

Only then did Sherlock realize that before he told her the truth, he forgot to consider her feelings after hearing it.In fact, he never thinks about other people's feelings before speaking, so he often hurts others with words inadvertently.He thinks this is a very normal thing, and he doesn't have the energy to care about the joys, sorrows and joys of those goldfish with low IQs.

But this time, he regretted it a little, and began to doubt whether he really should do this.Did he make a mistake in telling Aurora about this without any scruples?

Sherlock felt that he had become a little less like himself, so he immediately abandoned the idea just now, took it out of the folder in the thinking palace, and deleted it directly.

The rest was Lestrade's job as he walked out of the station and hailed a taxi back to Baker Street.

But after returning home, the thought of doubting whether my approach was correct was pulled out of the recycling bin unconsciously, and placed in the middle of the thinking palace, which could not be driven away or waved away.So Sherlock consulted Mrs. Hudson, the landlord who was willing to listen to his gossip and seemed to be an emotional expert, intending to get an answer to the question that occupied his mind.

"Of course, Aurora must be very sad if you tell her so directly." Mrs. Hudson glared at him, her tone full of regret for the incident and sympathy for Aurora, "Oh, poor children."

Hearing Mrs. Hudson's answer, Sherlock couldn't calm down anymore, and started calling Aurora, one after another.He didn't know what he would say if the call was connected.He listened to the monotonous ringtone of his mobile phone, and while waiting for Aurora to answer, he began to imagine whether he would comfort her with words, or just ask if she was okay.If he wanted to be comforted, what should he do?

Sherlock couldn't get an answer, and it was the first time in his life that he encountered such a difficult problem.

But don't talk about consolation, he didn't even have the chance to hear and confirm Aurora's current state, because she didn't answer the phone at all.

Sherlock showed his perseverance and perseverance in dealing with the case, and Ke called Aurora every 10 minutes.Of course, he meant 10 minutes, 10 minutes, [-] seconds, [-] milliseconds.

Still no one answered.

When No. 15 was called, Sherlock vaguely heard a slight knock on the wall from the next door.He thought it was Aurora typing the Morse code for him as usual.Although he always complained about Aurora's behavior of knocking Morse code on the wall like a primitive in the beginning, texting on his mobile phone is his preferred method of contact.But over time, he was also infected by Aurora's unique way of life.

When Sherlock heard the sound, he immediately dropped the phone and listened carefully to the movement next door.

Can't hear clearly.

He moved to the corner of the room and put his ear against the wall, trying to figure out the true meaning of the Morse code that Aurora knocked over.

The first letter is probably S, followed by W or J.And then, it seems to be D?Contrary to her clarity before, Aurora knocked irregularly, so that Sherlock couldn't tell what she wanted to express.

SWD? SJD?

After thinking for a long time, Sherlock was able to confirm that it was really gibberish and had no special meaning.After listening for a long time, he realized that Aurora was not using Morse code to express anything, but just knocking on the wall like a drunk.

Sherlock was a little speechless, feeling that it was a waste of emotion for him to lie in the corner and listen to the sound of knocking on the wall for so long.Just as he relaxed the nerves he had tensed up because he was concentrating on distinguishing the Morse code, and was about to walk back and lie down on the sofa, he heard the clearly distinguishable and continuous gunshots from the next door.

His first reaction was that something had happened to Aurora, and before he could even put on his coat, he ran downstairs and slammed the door from the outside, shutting out Mrs. Hudson's fussing voice inside.

The door of Aurora's house was undoubtedly locked.

Although Sherlock had always warned himself that ringing the doorbell or knocking on the door was the correct way to open the security door of Aurora's house, but since it was an emergency now, he couldn't care less, and somehow conjured a thin metal wire , screw into the keyhole.It took him less than three seconds, two seconds 380 milliseconds to be precise, to unlock the door.

Immediately afterwards, there should be a series of actions such as kicking the door, going upstairs, grabbing the gun, etc., but when Sherlock saw the intact Aurora slumped on the stairs, he abruptly moved the upper body that was about to rush forward. He took it back and stood up straight.

Facing the light in the stairwell, he could clearly see Aurora's flushed cheeks.Drunkenness or fever, or both.He retracted his thoughts just now, Aurora doesn't look like a drunk, she is a drunk now.

Sherlock walked up the steps at a leisurely pace, and stood on a step below Aurora, ready to take the gun over when she wasn't paying attention.And Aurora's hand holding the gun was already facing the upstairs side. At this time, she seemed to sense the approaching threat, so she raised her hand and stretched it out straight to prevent Sherlock from reaching it. Put □□.

Now it's a little difficult.No matter how long Sherlock's arm was standing on the lower step, he couldn't reach the gun that Aurora was holding on to.

Sherlock hesitated for a moment, then took another step forward, wrapping his arms around Aurora who was sitting on the steps, and holding the gun tightly.

Aurora turned her head reflexively, her cheek just pressed against Sherlock's broad and thick chest leaning forward, feeling the rapid and powerful beating of her heart.Thinking that something happened to Aurora just now, he rushed over before he had time to put on his coat, wearing only a thin white shirt on his upper body.Aurora, who was still in a daze, listened to his thundering heartbeat, lost her mind for a moment, her mind went blank, and the gun in her hand was taken away by the opportunity.

Sherlock is proficient in stick boxing, marksmanship and so on. He handed in the gun and put on the safety catch in one go. He successfully grabbed the gun in Aurora's hand and put his hand behind his back, but he didn't look back. regress.

Likewise, Aurora didn't throw her head back.

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