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

The taxi slowly stopped in front of Aurora's house. She turned her head to look at Aubrey beside her, and said to him with great interest, "Step four, pay."

"I don't have (Muggle currency)." Aubrey, who was laughed at by his sister all the way, was naturally not in a good mood, and also lost the patience to turn eighteen corners every time he talked before reaching the topic, and said concisely.

Hearing his words, the taxi driver's expression changed instantly, and he looked at Aubrey sitting in the back seat with a disdainful look, as if he despised his behavior of not paying for a taxi with the lady , and seemed a little scared that neither of them had any money with them.

Fortunately, the kind-faced lady who was also sitting in the back seat smiled slightly after hearing the words, took out the wallet from the coat pocket, took out a few banknotes from the interlayer, and handed it to him.When the taxi driver took the banknotes handed over by the lady, he stared at her meaningfully, his eyes were full of sympathy, and he almost wrote a few big characters on his face, "Hurry up and dump this kind of man." ".

Aurora felt a little funny, turned her head and got out of the car.

As soon as the door slammed shut, the taxi driver slammed on the accelerator and drove away.

Aurora shrugged and walked towards her door, but when she passed 221B, she ran into Mrs. Hudson who opened the door to take out the trash.She probably anticipated what would happen next, she held her forehead and sighed deeply.

Sure enough, as Aurora expected, Mrs. Hudson saw the Aubrey brothers and sisters walking side by side with a close look, and shouted in an incredible tone: "My God, Aurora, you have already Have a boyfriend?"

Since the neighbor, Mrs. Hudson, often gossips about herself, and especially likes to bring her and Sherlock together, Aurora has been trained to be very familiar with explaining the business to her.As usual, she shook her head resignedly before denying it.

Aubrey on the side interrupted her, hugged Aurora who hadn't reacted yet, showed a very polite smile to Mrs. Hudson, nodded slightly and said: "I haven't had time to bring Lola to visit. Neighbors, please don't take offense."

Aubrey has dominated the Ministry of Magic for so many years, and has also made great achievements in the political world. He thinks that the best thing he can do is never lie, but only mislead others to follow the script he set.He apologized to Mrs. Hudson, said that he should have brought Aurora to visit her long ago, as a brother, but he had not denied the intimacy of Mrs. Hudson's words and their demeanor before, It was easy for her to misunderstand the relationship between him and Aurora.

Mrs. Hudson, who was still holding the carat flag high, immediately changed sides, tugged at the long sleeves of her dark purple pajamas, and said in a very exaggerated tone: "Oh, what a polite and handsome guy, he speaks much better than Sherlock Yes! Aurora, you have a good eye! It's just that if Sherlock hears the news, I'm afraid he will be sad."

Having said that, Mrs. Hudson, who was always in high spirits when she talked about gossip, suddenly lowered her high voice, as if she had considered this terrific "big secret" from Sherlock's point of view, although she still kept her face full. Smile, but still can't hide a slightly regretful expression.

From the landlady's point of view, Sherlock may not be a pleasant and good tenant.He often assigns her to do some housekeeping work, no matter how Mrs. Hudson cleans up, she can still mess up the room, is extremely destructive and keeps shooting at the wall, and likes to play the violin in the middle of the night so that she can wake up every morning. Received many fines due to reports.

But Mrs. Hudson liked him quite a bit, and that wasn't a conflict.

Hearing Sherlock's name, Aurora, who was already smiling awkwardly, laughed even more awkwardly.

Aubrey bent slightly and bowed to Mrs. Hudson, expressing his thanks for her evaluation just now. He glanced at Aurora next to him calmly, and asked, "Sherlock? I seem to have heard you mention Is this person your friend?"

Aurora's face was full of black lines, and she didn't know who was always coming, even a high-risk creature like Sherlock dared to send her to watch her.Now he is still pretending that he doesn't know him, just like Inspector Lestrade, who has an IQ level, would believe Aubrey's nonsense.

Forgive her for habitually complaining about Mr. Inspector's worrying IQ.

Mrs. Hudson looked at Aurora's little tangled expression, thinking that she was in a dilemma whether to tell her "current boyfriend" (what she thought) about her previous "ambiguous object" (still what she thought), She was extraordinarily considerate to say "relief" for her (she still thought it was), and replied: "Sherlock is a good friend of Aurora, after all, he is the neighbor who lives next door, and he often goes to Scotland Yard to handle cases. Not bad. But just friends, eh, Aurora?"

It seems that apart from Inspector Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson also believed Aubrey's nonsense.Seeing her friendship with Sherlock while cooking together, Aurora chose not to complain about her equally worrying IQ.

And why did her explanation sound so awkward?There's also a sense of underwhelming.Fortunately, Aubrey was only her brother, and it was a bit of a whirlwind for him to say that everywhere.If he is really her boyfriend, wouldn't Mrs. Hudson's words become darker and darker?

Forget it, talk about accumulating virtue, and say that you don't want to complain about your IQ.

Sensing Mrs. Hudson's anxious gaze, Aurora could only give a face-saving response, and said in a down-to-earth manner: "Yes, ordinary friends."

Before Aubrey could say anything, Mrs. Hudson quickly changed the subject, took Aurora's hand and pulled it towards the door, and warmly invited: "Don't stand at the door and talk, come up Sit down and have a cup of tea, and Aurora will officially introduce this young man to me."

Before the words finished, she pulled Aurora's coat involuntarily and walked towards the stairs.

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Seeing that the psychological defense of the woman in front of him was finally defeated, Sherlock snorted disdainfully, cast a contemptuous look at her who confessed to her crime and cried bitterly, stood up straight from the soft chair, and patted the coat on the other side. Dust, which does not exist, raised his collar, turned and left the interrogation room.

The moment he stepped into the hall, Sherlock quickly glanced around reflexively. When his eyes swept across the gate of Scotland Yard Police Station, he felt he saw a familiar figure from behind.

The man was wearing a black coat of the same style as him, the belt was tightly tied, and his long hair fluttered gently in the breeze.She held the arm of a man in a suit beside her, showing their intimate relationship in every gesture, as if she had a good relationship with him.As for the other physical features of the man, they are all vaguely hidden behind the glare of the sun, making it hard to see clearly.

He recognized it at first sight as Aurora, who hadn't been home for a week.

It's true that Sherlock hasn't seen Aurora for more than a month, but it doesn't mean he hasn't seen her for more than a month.Aurora, who likes to stay at home, sometimes went out. At that time, she carefully surveyed the situation of Sherlock next door every time. She thought that she could avoid him skillfully and perfectly, so she dared to go out with confidence. out activities.

Unbeknownst to Aurora, for more than a month, Sherlock was more obsessed with the activity of standing by the window and playing the violin silently than before.I don't know whether he likes to bask in the warm sunshine outside, or he is waiting to see the beautiful scenery outside the window.

Don't ask who the scenery is, this is a question that even Lestrade can guess the answer.

Incidentally, it rains all year round in London, so the assumption that anyone likes to be outside in the warm sunshine is completely non-existent.

But in the past week, Sherlock never saw Aurora going out when she was playing the silent violin at the window.Regarding this situation, his first reaction was that Aurora accidentally found a new TV series, and then became addicted to it, forgetting time and everything, staying at home day and night to watch the series.

So Sherlock leaned on the wall to listen to the noise next door when Mrs. Hudson was out shopping a few times, but she didn't hear the TV series that Aurora usually played very loudly.

Excluding her option of staying at home and watching TV dramas, Sherlock easily came to the final conclusion: Aurora will not be at home this week.

An inexplicable feeling of restlessness and unease surged into Sherlock's heart. He didn't know what he was anxious about. He didn't want to be praised for his cleverness as usual to whet the appetite of all the police detectives. The truth is kept secret.This time, Sherlock uncharacteristically explained the whole story of the case clearly at three times the usual speed, then threw away Lestrade who hadn't reacted yet, and hurried out of the gate of Scotland Yard Police Station, making three steps and two steps at a time. Down the short flight of stairs.

Sherlock gathered all the folders about Aurora in the thinking palace, opened them one by one, and began to quickly analyze where she was most likely to go.It took about four seconds and 57 milliseconds before he realized that something was wrong, and he ordered his thinking to stop all calculations about Aurora's location.

As early as more than a month ago, he had already made a choice about this.

Apart from alienating Aurora from now on, keeping himself in a state of sobriety at all times, not involving a little bit of personal emotion, and growing old with his work, Sherlock has not listed other options for himself.Also, he doesn't need other options.

Sherlock paused for a while, then walked slowly to the side of the road, waved for a taxi, and said to the driver after getting in the car, "Go to 221B Baker Street."

The author has something to say:

Your beloved Sherlock is here~~

I won't explain the title of this piece, as you all know, Aubrey is just like a sister-in-law, just corresponding to the brother-in-law, Mai Ge.

In the past two days, the author has written very long words, which is not conducive to the author's image of aloofness.

Therefore, I am trying to control the number of words, so as not to appear too wordy~~

In short, today is another day to love you, and also a day to love Sherlock, Salang~~