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

As a drunkard and a patient, Aurora slept for a day and a night in a dark state before waking up.

A strange bed, a strange room, a strange atmosphere... After waking up, Aurora immediately recognized that this was not her home. She stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, subconsciously wanting to put on slippers.

After putting it on, Aurora, whose mind was still a little swollen, realized something was wrong.Pure black cotton slippers without any decorative patterns, this is a slippers of its own.

The question is why are my slippers here?Where is this again?

She glanced around, surveying the bedroom.

The dusty curtains were drawn tightly, creating an excellent resting atmosphere for her who had been sleeping soundly before.There was a slightly damp white towel and a bowl of cold water on the bedside table.Except for the bed, which seemed to have been tidied on purpose, the whole room was in a mess, and the things on the table and bookshelves were also in disarray. "Elemental Chemistry", "Advanced Inorganic Chemistry", "A Brief History of Chemistry", "Asimov's On Chemistry"...all are classic chemical works.

Aurora seemed to know whose room it was.

She walked to the door stepping on cotton slippers, and gently pushed the door open.As if to confirm her thoughts, Aurora saw Sherlock sleeping on the sofa as soon as she opened a small crack in the door.

He changed the white shirt that was wet with her tears, and put on dark gray home clothes.His eyes were closed tightly, and the expression of refusal to be thousands of miles away that often appeared on his face also disappeared in his sleep, and the lines and contours of his face became much softer and less sharp-edged.

Sherlock, who was nestled on the sofa, was tall and tall, with long legs curled up to barely put it down.Perhaps it was because of this that he frowned, as if he didn't sleep very well.

Aurora stared at his furrowed eyebrows and forgot to keep pushing the door.

"3 minutes, 47 seconds, 690 nine milliseconds, how long do you want to watch?" Sherlock's tightly pursed lips suddenly opened, breaking the tranquility of the afternoon.

Aurora's face was covered with black lines immediately, and she blamed this trick again, and now she really wanted to rush to find out where Sherlock's third eye grew.She took a deep breath before suppressing such thoughts.

Sherlock seemed to read her mind and explained, "I assume you haven't overlooked the fact that I can hear you open the door."

Aurora nodded clearly, but suddenly stopped when she raised her head, as if thinking of something extraordinary, she asked a stupid question: "How did I get here? ? I don’t remember that I came over, could it be that I drank some broken pieces?”

Sherlock sat up, turned his body to the position facing Aurora, his eyes slowly fell on her face, and looked at her for a long time like looking at a fool, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.He was embarrassed to say directly, "I brought you here from home", but just said lightly: "Could it be that you still flew here by yourself?"

Aurora confirmed that this remarkable thing was true, and she was so frightened that the melon seeds in her hand would fall to the ground, if she really had melon seeds.She felt that the current situation seemed to be a bit unfavorable to her. After all, Sherlock's aggressive posture seemed to be trying to provoke a teacher to ask a crime.So Aurora, a master atmosphere adjuster, decided to say something to turn the situation around: "Then why am I here?"

This question sounds like it has the same meaning as the previous "how did I get here", but Aurora, the master of world literature, just mentioned the process, but now she is asking about the cause.

Sherlock, who has always thought that reading literature books is completely useless, managed to understand what Aurora meant, knowing that she meant "Why did you bring me to your house", with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth , replied: "I don't think you have enough self-care ability to keep yourself alive today based on your state a day ago, and I don't want to lose a hard-won opponent."

"So you just brought me here and let Mrs. Hudson take care of me?" Aurora, who had been revived with full blood, blinked slyly. Don't ask her how she knew how to feed her water and wet her forehead The person with the towel is Mrs. Hudson, because it is absolutely impossible for Sherlock to do this kind of thing, otherwise the character setting will really collapse.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows slightly, and said cautiously, "What?"

"If it were me, I would never use the same reason twice." Aurora folded her arms, leaned against the door of Sherlock's room, and stood with her legs crossed on the floor.

Apparently she was referring to the last time when her father passed away, she refused to go out to solve the case with him, and stayed at home or watched TV dramas, read books, or slept late.At that time, Sherlock had gone to great lengths to drag her out of the door.At the beginning, they colluded with Mrs. Hudson and Song Jiuhua, who also cared about Aurora, but later found that it didn't work, and even went into battle in person.

When Aurora asked him half-jokingly at that time, Sherlock answered like this.He said that if she fell into a slump, then he would have lost a hard-won opponent, and no one could keep up with his thinking to sort out the case. Maybe he should find Mr. Skeleton, who had been thrown away long ago.

The word "reason" is used very delicately. It means more "excuse" than "reason".The reason refers to the explanation of why things are so, and the excuse is different. It emphasizes that some reasons are deliberately concealed in order to cover up something.

"Why, do you think it's a reason?" Although Sherlock is not very prominent in literature, he is still very sensitive to the words used in daily conversations.He realized that Aurora didn't know the so-called words, snorted coldly, and asked.

"The resting heart rate refers to the number of heartbeats per minute of a normal person in a quiet state. It is generally 60 to 100 beats per minute." Aurora narrowed her narrow eyes halfway, filled with inexplicable emotions, as if It is a bottomless vortex, trying to suck the person in front of it into the center.She didn't say it explicitly, but said something about not knowing what is so-called, and it seemed that she was just calmly and casually stating a simple common sense.

But Sherlock understood what Aurora meant, and was taken aback for a moment, the changes in his facial expression were obviously a little slow, his lips moved a few times, but he didn't say anything in the end.

"Do you want to make it more obvious?" Aurora had a wicked smirk on her lips, and it looked like she was carrying out a new round of pranks.

Sherlock was silent.He underestimated Aurora's ability as the ace agent of MI[-]. How could she be recognized by a picky person like Mycroft, who only surpassed ordinary people in terms of IQ and skill?How can the person who can reassure Mycroft to send him to monitor him not have strong willpower?

Aurora felt that her momentum had indeed gained the upper hand and achieved her goal. Seeing that Sherlock was silent, she even started to tease him: "When I sat on the steps and leaned against you yesterday, my forehead It just hit your heart. Although I only counted for ten seconds, if you take the average, your heart rate is about 120 beats per minute."

Although she is not like Sherlock's timing monster, who can accurately measure the time to milliseconds, she is still very good at this relatively simple calculation.

Sherlock didn't know how to refute Aurora's words, because what she said was indeed the truth.It never occurred to him that Aurora could clearly measure his heart rate when she was drunk and had a fever, and was so dazed that she didn't know what she was talking about.He just felt that she was in a bad mood because of Li Chengzhi's death, so he didn't run away.

It now appears that he made a mistake.

"Crying over someone's death, it was the same last time, and this time is also the same. I used to think that you, like me, had no feelings." Sherlock didn't know what to say to hide his helplessness. He couldn't admit what Aurora said, and he didn't have any strong evidence to refute it.At this time, he even did not hesitate to use the death of her father and Li Chengzhi to stimulate Aurora, ridiculed her for having too many emotions that she shouldn't have, and how incompetent and unqualified she was as an MI[-] agent.

Aurora really doesn't have any strong emotions, she doesn't overflow with compassion to take care of those poor people she has never met, she doesn't smile at people who have nothing to do with her, and she even likes to use some things that are a bit too much for no reason. tricks to trick people.But that doesn't mean she lacks all the affection a normal human being needs.The big boss, Mycroft, did say that her profession requires absolute reason, but how many people can really do it?

Sherlock's gray-blue deep eyes reflected the fragments of light coming in from the window, but they looked even colder.The high curvature of the bridge of his nose and the tight and sharp jawline exude an air of indifference and alienation, and the tightly pursed lips show a feeling of isolation from the world.The corners of his lips were curved, but Aurora could clearly see that it was a mocking sneer.

Aurora looked at his indifferent expression that hadn't been shown to her for a long time, and slightly raised the corners of her lips indifferently.

This is William Sherlock Scott Holmes, a Sherlock Holmes with an ice face paralyzed, spraying venom at every turn, a poisonous tongue that deserves a beating, and completely disregarding other people's feelings.

And what Aurora needs to do now is to add fuel to the fire: "Sherlock, I once thought you didn't have human emotions."

Sherlock didn't take her words directly, and instead said ruthlessly: "Seeing that you can still calculate your heart rate, you know that there is nothing wrong with you. If I remember correctly, your home should be next door .”

Completely broke.

And Aurora's purpose was originally like this.

The author has something to say:

Well, the computer is broken, and I typed this chapter word by word on my phone.I'm a little depressed, my brain hurts from typing, and my computer is broken.

Thank you for the puppet baby's mine, love you so much.

Not to mention, staying up until two o'clock in the middle of the night is really sleepy, I hope my computer will be fine when I wake up tomorrow morning.